Chapter 8
Dahlia held Rosie to her breast tightly. The two lovers had been brutally stripped by their captors. The boys had missed not one opportunity to squeeze and caress their naked flesh as they had ripped the clothing from their lovely bodies, kneading their breasts, sticking their fingers into the girls' tender assholes. When the pair were completely naked, Jack had had them locked in a store room while he made preparations for what he called "a fine show."
"Oh, Dahlia," Rosie moaned. "What are they going to do with us?" _
"I don't know, baby," her teacher answered. "All we can do is be brave. The governor won't let us down. He'll get us out of here."
Dahlia exuded a confidence she didn't feel. After all, the governor had promised that security would make something like this impossible in the first place. As the nude terrified women clutched at each other, stroking each others' bodies soothingly, they heard the rasp of a key in the door. It opened, and Jack Rivers stood in the portal, leering in at them.
"Come, ladies, it's time for the fun to begin."
They were led down the corridor, subject to the fleeting caresses of the gang members in the hall, and ushered into the machine shop. The center of the large room had been cleared of heavy machinery, and a sort of arena constructed. The cinder block wall of the shop formed one end of the while three foot high sheets of metal had been erected in a semi-circle out from that wall to complete it. Two sets of manacles dangled from the wall, set six feet up, and about ten feet apart. Dahlia shuddered at the significance of the layout.
From another door, young hoodlums began to usher in the rest of the team. They were all naked, cowering under the lustful gazes of their captors. They were led to a row of folding' chairs to one side of the arena, and pushed down kneeling on the floor in front of them. The chairs were soon to be occupied.
Behind Dahlia, the door to the hall opened, and Jack's gang began to file in. They were also all naked, the jutting evidence of their horniness preceding them. Only Lonnigan, Ortega, and Smith were absent, having been issued guns and left on guard at the locked doors to the work block.
At a signal, two of the thugs grabbed Rosie, ripping her from Dahlia's protective grasp. She was dragged into the arena, and her hands fastened above her in one of the sets of manacles, her plump, round ass facing the group of naked men and women.
Each of the band now took a chair but two. These went back into the corridor and soon dragged in Kenny Bursk. The burly guard captain was naked, his limp prick almost hidden by his pubic hair in his embarrassment. His eyes widened as he saw the naked assemblage, and he snarled and tried to rip his arms from the firm, grasp of his escort. Jack stepped forward and delivered a swift kick to the captain's hairy balls. Bursk moaned and doubled up on the floor. The boys at his shoulders reached down and grabbed him, dragging him moaning across the floor and fastening his wrists into the remaining set of manacles on the wall.
"And now, Miss Peterson," Jack said, turning to the terrified teacher. "You are going to put on a show for us. Since you obviously don't like men, your part in it should be extremely enjoyable for you. Here, take this."
Dahlia's eyes widened as she looked down at Jack's outstretched hand. He was offering a long rawhide bull whip. She shuddered and kept her hands at her sides.
"Miss Peterson, the man you see chained to the wall is Captain Kenny Bursk. In addition to being one of the most corrupt officials in the state penal system, he is a vicious sadist who has never missed an opportunity to abuse the inmates in his charge. Now you are going to administer a whipping to this man, hear, as brutally and thoroughly as you can, whether you like it or not." As he finished speaking, Jack nodded to one of his cohorts. The boy stepped forward with the long vicious cattle prod in his hand. Touching the red stud lightly, he applied it to Rosie's flaring buttocks. The young girl let out a shriek of pain and arched her back away from the wall.
Dahlia covered her face with her hands and wept.
"Now, Miss Peterson, do you understand that we are serious. Will you do as we say?"
Dahlia could only nod her head in mute agony.
"Good. Now, take the whip."
The teacher reached her hand out and grasped the handle of the instrument of torture.
"Gentlemen, to your seats. We are about to be entertained."
Jack led Dahlia to a position directly behind the burly figure of Kenny Bursk, then turned and took the nearest seat. He glanced down the line of chairs. His followers were all seated, rigid cocks at attention, each with a voluptuous naked girl kneeling at his feet. Jack looked down and saw the petite, full nakedness of Lana Rojas, between his outstretched legs, looking up into his eyes in fear. He reached down and grasped her hands, guiding them so that she caressed his balls and lightly held his rigid cock, then turned his attention to Dahlia.
"You may begin. Miss Peterson. And don't hold back. Remember, if we're not satisfied, your little girl friend there will take Bursk's punishment for him!"
Dahlia shuddered as she eyed the degenerate spectacle at the side of the arena. She saw that some of the thugs had already forced her girls' head up, pushing their swollen cocks into their mouths. Others had pulled the young girls up to sit on their laps, playing with their naked lovely bodies as they watched her fiddle with the whip.
Looking back to the naked man manacled before her, she breathed a low apology under her breath and reached back. The whip cracked against Bursk's naked shoulders, dropping to reveal an ugly red welt. The spectators cheered.
She again lashed at the guard captain, leaving another red welt. And again. And again. The captain's back became covered with the evidence of the brutal whip's effectiveness.
Dahlia began to feel a shameful tingling in her loins. As she brandished the whip, she cast her mind back on the horrible night when she had first learned to hate men. Her date for the junior prom in high school had brutally beaten and raped her when she wouldn't put out for him, leaving her ripped and crying on a lonely country road to make her way home alone. At the memory, she felt strength surge into her whip arm. She swung again and again, lashing the guard's back and buttocks, laying open the flesh as Bursk cried out in agony. Little droplets of red blood began to fall to the floor at Kenny's feet, arousing a new lust in Dahlia. She lashed out again and again. Suddenly she felt a restraining hand on her arm, and turned to look into Jack Rivers' face. He had a sly and quizzical smile on his face.
"Just a moment, Miss Peterson," the gang leader said. "I just want to check on something."
Jack strode forward to stand behind Kenny. He reached out a finger and touched one of the ugly wounds on his back. The burly captain moaned in pain. Shooting his hand down, Jack reached in front of the man's crotch, then turned to his followers with a look of delight.
"Hey, boys, Kenny's got a hard-on!"
The gang cracked up in raucous laughter.
"Well, now," Jack continued. "This puts a whole new light on things. I don't think we need these cuffs anymore. Our big, brave guard captain is enjoying this! He reached over and took a key from a nearby table and unlocked Bursk's manacles. The guard fell to the ground in a huddled mass of pain, moaning in agony and humiliation.
Jack turned to Dahlia. She was standing in her naked glory, dripping sweat, with a cruel twisted smile on her face.
"Why, Miss Peterson, I do believe you're enjoying this as much as we are. You know, I think we can dispense with the whip for now. We wouldn't want to mark up our brave captain too badly, would we? He reached over and grabbed the cattle prod from one of his gang and pressed it into Dahlia's sweaty palm, "Here," he continued. "I think you can have even more fun with this!"
As Jack resumed his seat and pulled Lana Rojas' head over to mouth his now-throbbing cock, Dahlia looked down with contempt at the weeping mass of humanity huddled at her feet.
Dahlia slowly moved toward Bursk's trembling figure. This was the man who had brutally raped her. This was all the men who had made her feel inferior all her life. This was the entire despicable sex of man! Thumbing the cattle prod's power button, she shoved the shaft cruelly up the supine man's ass and held it there.
Kenny's body leapt up in the air, tortured at the voltage that ripped through it. He perspired profusely. The burning pain from his mutilated back faded into insignificance compared to the terrible agony that ripped through his vitals. As Dahlia withdrew the prod, he collapsed, quivering and sweating on the floor, his mind a black pit of pain and terror.
Dahlia could feel her pussy start dripping, her love juices rising as she walked over and kicked the guard captain in the ribs. She glanced over at the perfect body of Rosie, manacled to the wall, and smiled. Rosie was staring at her tender lover, a look of horror and bewilderment on her sweet face.
"I'm doing this for us, Rosie," Dahlia whispered. "They're no good, any of the animals. He's just getting what they all deserve." Rosie turned her head at the look of bestial cruelty on her teacher's contorted face.
Reaching down, Dahlia pulled at Bursk's shoulders, turning him over on his back. He moaned at the pain of lying on his open wounds.
Dahlia looked down at her victim's crotch. Sure enough, his thick prick stood up erect, pulsing with perverse passion. At the sight, the gang watching erupted in hoots and cheers. Turning, Dahlia saw that the young thugs were taking full advantage of her girls. Some of them were sitting astraddle their captors' hard cocks. She could see the shafts as they worked their ways in and out of her little darlings' tender cunts while the boys pushed the girls' bodies up and down, caressing their own balls as they fucked and watched this unique exhibition.
She turned back to the man on the ground. Bursk had his eyes closed and was moaning in a mixture of pain and extreme sexual excitement. This was man! It was this pitiful creature that was tormenting and debauching the purity of her beloved girls. She scowled and stepped forward, standing astraddle Bursk's gasping mouth, and let flow a stream of steaming urine all over his face and chest. He opened his mouth wide, tossing and turning, lapping at the golden flow. The urine dripped down his flanks and came into contact with his back. The urine caused him to arch upward in agony, It felt as though he were being flayed alive. His cock danced and twitched as Dahlia continued to empty her bladder over his recumbent form.
Kenny had never been in such pain in his life. He had never been so humiliated. He had also never been so excited. His prick was the hardest it had ever been. He could feel the pain in his balls where Jack had kicked him, mixed with the churning of his come as it fought for release. His cock was bobbing up and down wildly, against his will. His brain was on fire, excited by images of all the torture he'd ever undergone at the hands of women. He opened his eyes and watched as the last drops of yellow urine flowed from Dahlia's bladder. He was fascinated by the sparkle of yellow droplets clinging to her dark bush of pubic hair. With an agonized moan, he lifted himself from the floor, supporting himself on his outstretched arms and began to lick greedily at the pussy above him.
Dahlia gasped as she felt the lips of the tortured man below her latch onto her quivering quim. Then she relaxed. Let the bastard eat my cunt. Let him savor the flavor of my piss. This was man, the natural inferior of woman. If he craved humiliation, let him have it. It would only begin to atone for the degradation of women since time began. With a cruel grin on her face, she began to sink to the floor, the weight of her lush body pushing the head of the burly guard captain down under her ass.
Gone was Kenny's humiliation at being aroused so shamefully in front of Jack Rivers' gang of hooligans. All that mattered in the world was the exquisite pain that ran through his tormented body, and the taste of the cunt which was jammed against his face. He rolled his head back and forth against the concrete floor below him, sweeping his lips up and down, sideways and crossways against the hairy snatch. His tongue darted out and into the vaginal opening, tasting the sweet dew on the inner lips. He moved his tongue up, and lightly fondled Dahlia's swollen prick. He could feel the vibrations of the woman's excited moans through her body.
This was too much. Dahlia squirmed and ground her pussy against Kenny's eager face. She delighted at the hot feel of his tongue as it explored the inner recesses of her aroused body.
"AAAHHHhhhhh ..." she moaned, running her hands up and down the front of her body, squeezing her tits, arousing the already erect nipples.
"MMMMMmmmm ..." Kenny moaned into the hairy bush above his face. He could smell the earthy aroma of her asshole as his nose was jammed between her tightly clenched ass cheeks. Save for the agonizing pain of his lacerated back, he could almost imagine that he was in his own home, being delectably tortured by his lovely wife.
Dahlia could feel her climax upon her. The familiar hot rushes of ecstasy were flowing up and down her fevered sweating body as she rose Kenny's head, twisting and squirming in exquisite pleasure. She threw her head back and shrieked a long cry of satisfaction as her pussy erupted in volcanic quaking, flooding Kenny's tongue and mouth with silky droplets of warm love juice.
Simultaneously, Kenny felt the first spasm of his own orgasm. He reached his hand down and began to pump at his pulsing cock frantically. After a few jerking movements, he was rewarded with a river of hot sticky come, erupting from his throbbing member and falling to the concrete floor below him, spreading as well over his naked chest and belly. In the aftermath, he lay limp and spent, Dahlia's quaking pussy still pressed tight against his mouth.
Dahlia shook her head. She looked down at the softening prick in front of her and grimaced in disgust. She pulled herself to her feet and looked up and down the whole body of the man who had just eaten her. He was breathing heavily, cupping' his balls in both hands as his excitement abated. Taking a step down toward his feet, she raised one leg and kicked him soundly in the balls through his fondling hands.
Kenny Bursk gave out a shriek of agony, double over, and passed out on the concrete floor of the machine shop.