Chapter 9
As Dahlia walked over to the bound figure of her young lover she did not notice the cacophony of panting and heavy breathing that filled the shop. Had she turned herself to face the spectators, she would have been treated to the sight of each of Jack's gang in the throes of passion, some being fucked where they sat, some receiving blow jobs from the naked girls at their feet. But Dahlia's only concern was for her little sweetheart. She stood behind Rosie and ran her hands tenderly up and down her pale creamy body, gently massaging her back, lovingly cupping her round buttocks.
Rosie's body was wracked by low sobs. Never had she witnessed an exhibition of such savagery. How could she ever look Dahlia in the eye again?
"Dahlia," she moaned, "how could you do that to the poor man?"
"But, Rosie, I did it for us. You saw what they were ready to do to you if I didn't go along. Besides, he's just a man, like all the other hairy brutes who exploit us and rape us, drive us to the whore houses and the bottle. Don't waste your pity on him! Think of what this pack of animals is doing to us!" She blew lovingly in the teenager's ear, lightly flicking her tongue into the canal.
Jack Rivers was lost in his own world. He'd watched the show of torture to the end, forcing Lana Rojas to lightly suck and lick at the tip of his surging prick. The sight of Kenny Bursk's humiliation, coupled with the revelation of the guard captain's masochistic lust, had brought Jack's cock to a new peak of erection. Now that it was over, he pulled Lana's head toward him, forcing his cock deeply into her throat. At his prodding she began to suck wildly at the cock in her mouth, running her tongue around the shaft, breathing heavily, great hot gusts of air onto the head. With her hands, she caressed his tingling balls, driving a finger up between his buttocks to lightly stroke his asshole, then withdrawing as the pain of the chair seat on the back of her hand became too much for her.
Jack moaned. The spectacle he had just witnessed had brought him to the brink of orgasm, and now he exploded. Lana gagged as great spurts of hot come shot into her warm, wet mouth. She struggled to swallow it all, drawing pained breaths through her nose, She exhaled, and drops of come were forced up her nasal passage, again almost choking her as the warm semen dripped from her nose onto the shaft of Jack's cock as it plunged in and out of her tightly drawn lips. Slowly she allowed the softening cock to slip from her lips and sat back, bowing her head in humiliated shame.
Jack leaned back in his folding chair, savoring the relief of orgasm. For a moment he was not a prisoner in rebellion against the system, a thug who, after today, might never walk as a free man again. Now he was a king, an emperor! His mind drifted.
As Jack opened his eyes, he saw Rosie and Dahlia as they stood by each other, the younger and more tender woman shackled up against the wall, the older and aggressive girl running her hands caressingly up and down her lover's body. The sight sent a strange thrill up and down Jack's naked body. He looked to his left and saw that Ross Levin, one of the mainstays of his organization, had also finished with the luscious girl at his knees. For that matter, most of his gang had finished taking their pleasure, and were just sitting back, enjoying the aftermath of the session of bizarre sex.
"Hey, Ross."
"Yeah, boss?"
"Take a couple of the boys and lock these broads in the dispensary with the other one. All of 'em except those two," he said, pointing at Rosie and Dahlia
"Okay, boss," Ross replied, standing and beckoning to three of the gang. They began to usher the girls out into the hallway as Jack strode into the arena, stepped over the unconscious form of Kenny Bursk, and stopped beside the two lesbian lovers.
"Well, Miss Peterson, it seems you enjoyed that little show more than any of us. I guess I was right from the start. You do hate men, don't you?"
"Now more than ever, you little creep. I just wish that had been you out there!"
"Now, now, Miss Peterson. We must keep our temper. What kind of a high school teacher goes flying off the handle like that? After your little exhibition, you may be in as much trouble as any of us."
Dahlia turned white. Her entire team had seen her torturing the guard captain. She'd been seen showing tender devotion to little Rosie, fondling her lush breasts. All the work of three years fighting for her beliefs in the school system. All up in smoke!
Jack grinned as he saw the thoughts echoed in Dahlia's facial expressions.
"Well, don't worry about that now. You and your girls are going to be our guests for a while yet. As a matter of fact, I feel we owe you something for your entertaining exhibition. Since you were kind enough to put on a show for us, we're going to put on a show for you in return. A very special show."
Jack walked over to where several of his followers were seated and huddled with them, whispering. They nodded assent and followed him back to the two trembling lovers.
Suddenly, Dahlia was grabbed by both arms and held firmly. Jack grinned at her as he reached up and unlocked the manacles that held Rosie to the wall. The young girl collapsed in an exhausted heap, rubbing her strained and sore arms, leaning her back against the wall.
Dahlia struggled as the two boys pushed her up against the concrete wall. She felt the cold cinder blocks against the cheeks of her ass as they backed her up, lifted her arms above her head, and shackled her wrists, leaving her exposed, naked, facing her tormentors. One of the boys leaned down and ran his hand in and out of her still wet crotch, insinuating a finger into her tender pussy. The other ran his palms over her tender breasts, then bent to bite her viciously on the nipples.
"Cool it, boys," Jack said. "This broad likes to dish it out. It's our brave Captain Bursk there who likes to take it." Jack walked over to the naked figure of the burly guard captain as he began to regain consciousness. He looked down at Kenny's face as the masochist opened his eyes.
"Why, hello, captain. Have a nice nap? You certainly put on a nice show for us. What a big, tough man. It sure takes a lot a woman to beat a hard-on into you, doesn't it?" He laughed evilly.
Kenny was beyond caring. He knew that this shameful episode meant the end of his career. Even if he wasn't fired for the ease with which these thugs had circumvented his elaborate security measures, he could never walk through a prison gate again without being subject to ridicule. The story wouldn't end here. He knew that in future years, these punks would spread the tale throughout the state penal system. He averted his eyes from Jack's and groaned at the lingering pain in his tortured body.
"Ross, you and the boys take the captain here and lock him in the dispensary with the girls. On your way back you can bring that couch in here from the hall." Jack turned and leered at Dahlia where she stood, back against the wall, arms manacled above her head. He walked over to her and looked into her eyes. She turned her head and looked down at the figure of Rosie, lying on the ground crying into her cupped hands.
"Oh, don't worry about your little girl friend," Jack said with a chuckle. "She's in good hands. In very good hands," he said, holding his own up to her heaving tits and giving them a mighty squeeze. Dahlia raised her head and spat in his face.
Jack wiped the spittle off his face and then, with a cruel grin, reached down and forced three fingers into her tender pussy, pushing cruelly against the vaginal walls until she screamed in pain.
"Now that wasn't nice, Miss Peterson," he said in a low voice. "All I was going to do was show your little friend here a good time. Show her that men are better than women. Now I'm afraid she's in for a little rougher treatment. And you're going to stand right here and watch it. Every long painful minute!"
Dahlia dropped her head to her chest and began to weep silently.
Jack's cohorts trooped back into the room, dragging the heavy divan with them and set it in the middle of the arena floor.
"There's only forty-five minutes left until zero hour, boss, and the boys are wondering what you've got up your sleeve to get us out of this mess," Ross said.
"Don't worry. When this is all over, we'll be on easy street for the rest of our lives. I've got it all worked out. Forty-five minutes, hmm? That's just about enough time for what I've got in mind."
He walked over to where Rosie lay, whimpering against the cinder block wall. He pulled her to her feet and pushed her unresisting body over to the divan, shoving her down on her stomach on the cushioned seat. As he turned to leer at Dahlia, warning in horrified fascination, Jesus Ortega, relieved at his post, entered the room carrying a cardboard box.
"And now, Miss Peterson, it's time to show your little prot‚g‚ here the difference between men and women. He leaned down and turned the cowed Rosie over on her back. His hands roamed at will over her quaking pussy. He cupped her full firm tits in his palms and rotated them slowly, feeling a surge of renewed passion in his quiescent cock.
Dahlia watched in disgust and horror as Jack ran his hands lingeringly over her lover's young voluptuous body. She glowered at the young convict's back, wishing she could kill with her eyes.
Jack looked down at his prey. She was still sobbing; tears of humiliation and sorrow welled from her eyes as she stared blankly at the ceiling. She was easily the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She reminded him of Grace, the girl whose perjured testimony had condemned him to the living hell of imprisonment. Women were all two-faced, whimpering in shared lust at one moment, turning into lying vipers the next. He drew back his hand and slapped her hard across the face, sending the drops of her tears flying in all directions.
"What are you crying about, bitch?" he cried. "No one has touched you yet. But that's about to change. I believe in the old saying, 'save the best for last.' And I've got some special treatment in mind for you!" He cackled as he reached into the cardboard box that Jesus had brought in for him.
Dahlia choked back a cry of alarm as she saw the huge rubber dildo that Jack took from the box. It was at least a foot long and eight inches in diameter. He couldn't stick that thing into her little Rosie. He just couldn't!
But that was just what the power-mad youth intended to do. He reached down and turned Rosie back over on her stomach. His cock was rigid once more, straining in lust, aching for new release. He started to knead her plump, firm buttocks, gently at first, then rougher, pushing down on the soft globes with all his might.
Rosie gasped at the sudden pressure on her bottom. Her sensitive pubic mound was ground into the fabric of the divan beneath her. She felt a probing finger thrust between her buttocks, and drew a sharp breath as she felt her tormentor boldly shove a questing finger into her virgin asshole.
Jack grinned as he moved his finger around inside Rosie's tender rectum. The sphincter muscle closed tightly around his finger. It was tighter than any cunt. He continued to wriggle around in her ass as he reached into the box with his free hand, extracting a large jar of lubricant. This he proceeded to smear all over the huge rubber cock that he had placed on the divan beside the squirming girl.
Dahlia continued to watch in horror. That dildo would split poor Rosie apart!
Jack pulled his finger from Rosie's asshole and, using both hands, spread her creamy thighs as far apart as he could. Her legs, almost in a split, hung off either side of the divan.
Jack gazed down at Rosie's exposed asshole. The small puckered opening quivered, seeming to wink up at him as he prepared to force its forbidden portal. Holding the dildo in one hand, he used the other to separate her ass cheeks even wider than her split position left them in. He shoved the head of the enormous rubber cock against the tight sphincter, just rubbing it up and down against the muscle for a moment. Then he began to push. He straightened up as the huge instrument began to slide in past the protesting asshole, and glanced over his shoulder at Dahlia.
It was monstrous. Positioned as she was, Rosie's asshole was in clear view of her lover as she stood manacled to the wall. She watched in rage and terror as the bulbous head of the dildo slowly disappeared from view into the recesses of her lover's intestinal tract Dahlia winced as Rosie emitted a sharp cry of pain at this invasion of her most sacred precincts.
Rosie thought she was dying. Every nerve in her body cried out for relief from the overwhelming pain. She moaned and thrashed about helplessly as Jack slowly insinuated inch after excruciating inch of his devilish device into her. It seemed to go on forever, as Jack pushed the shaft in, then drew it out slightly, only to push it quickly even further in than it had been before.
Jack watched in fascination as he shoved the black leather shaft of the dildo ever further into Rosie's tortured anus. Six, then eight, then ten inches of the artificial prick disappeared into the poor girl's rectum. At that point he stopped. The last two inches of the long shaft protruded from her stretched and pained asshole, just barely jutting out from the cleavage of her ass.
He flipped the girl over on her back. She screamed in agony as the dildo in her intestine was pushed violently against her vitals from within. Then he pulled her down so that her ass hung from the edge of the divan, much as Barbara's had an eternity before in the corridor. This position was a little more comfortable for the terrified girl, and her cries gradually subsided, giving way to low moans of pain.
Now Jack reached into the jar of lubricant and spread the oily substance liberally over his pulsating rod. He sat down on the floor, his legs stretched straight out in front of him, extending under the couch between the carved wood legs. The tip of his prick was directly below Rosie's tempting twat. He could see the dark end of the dildo's shaft where it protruded from her ass, only two inches from his throbbing member.
Rosie was in agony. She could feel every inch of the huge rubber cock as it pressed against her intestinal walls. Now she felt strong hands on her waist, slowly drawing her down, her back arching as it slowly moved off the edge of the divan. She felt something warm pressing at the lips of her young pouting pussy, then gasped as Jack pulled her down full force onto the head of his thrusting cock. The movement jarred the dildo in her asshole, but the real pain, the excruciating shock, came as Jack impatiently jerked her pussy against his straining cock and ruptured her intact maidenhead.
Jack frowned at the obstruction to his entry, and pulled even harder. He felt a flood of warm liquid flow into his pubic hair, bathing his throbbing shaft Looking down, he saw a river of blood flowing from his tortured victim's cunt.
"Well, I'll be," he grinned, glancing over at Dahlia where she stood, white faced, enraged. "So you got her before she even got a taste of cock! That must have made you pretty proud. Well, I'm sure going to make up for lost time now!"
He lunged upward, burying his cock to the hilt in Rosie's warm flesh, eliciting new cries of pain from his victim. He was like a mad bull. He could feel the hard, unyielding shaft of the dildo in her ass through the thin membrane that separated the two orifices. As he moved slowly in and out of Rosie's cunt, the dildo seemed to perform a sensual massage on the sensitive nerves running along the bottom of the head of his cock.
Rosie began to feel a strange tingling in her loins. The rubbing of Jack's cock against the rears of her vaginal passage was weirdly exciting as it pressed against the dildo shoved in her tender rectum. She felt as though her entire pelvis were stuffed with enormous cocks, and moaned in pain at the same time that her pussy began to pulse and exude sweet juices of love.
Dahlia watched in horror. Attempting to tear her eyes away from the loathsome spectacle, she glanced about the shop, only to see the other members of Jack's gang observing their leader's lust with rapt attention, gently masturbating themselves as they did so. 'Oh, when will this torture end,' she thought. In her mind she cursed the governor, the mayor, the warden, and all the men of this world who were responsible for the debasement of her young love.
Slowly, Rosie began to overcome the pain of her dual penetration. She seemed adrift in a world of pleasure; there was no mad rapist in her cunt, no drooling gallery of spectators to her depraved situation, no tender lover shackled helpless only feet from her body. There was only the warm, moist feeling of stimulation against all the membranes of her pelvis. Slowly she began to rock up and down on Jack's questing prick, relishing the feeling of union between the fleshy cock in her cunt and the rubber one in her rear passage.
Jack could feel his balls demanding release for their heavy load of jism. He redoubled his pace, delighted when his victim began to squirm in time to his thrusting movements. She became like an extension of his throbbing member. He reached up to her heaving tits as she leaned back on her palms above his, running his fingers lightly along the arc of their lush undersides, relishing the silky smoothness of the sweat-covered creamy flesh. He ran his hands down her flanks and under her hanging buttocks and began to slowly undulate the handle of the huge dildo in her ass, eliciting fresh gaps of pleasure from the girl. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back between her shoulders, lost in a world of sensual excitement and enchantment, her every nerve a-tingle, with vibrant ecstasy.
"AAAHHHhhhhhhh," she cried out in a primeval savage shriek of release. Electric shocks ran up and down her abused body as she reached the most drawn-out, painfully ecstatic climax of her short life. She reveled in the frantic pumping of her tormentor as he pulled her torso up, then let it slap down over his cock, up and down, up and down, in an insane frenetic rhythm of lust.
It was coming. Jack could feel the first spasm of release as it traveled up the shaft of his cock and tingled almost painfully in the swollen head. He picked up his pace even more, thrusting and grunting his way toward orgasm.
Like a fleshy see-saw, Jack and Rosie bucked and writhed in an insane rhythm of lust. The sweat dripped from their bodies and collect in pools on the floor, soaking the upholstery of the divan. With one final lunge, Jack shot his load, ejaculating wildly into the recesses of Rosie's vagina as the obsessed teenager, shuddered with spasm after spasm of her second orgasm in as many minutes. It was too much for her. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she fell back against the divan in a dead faint, oblivious of the pain as her fall drove the huge dildo even further into her intestines.
Jack sat for a moment spent and exhausted. Then he slowly climbed to his feet reached down and extracted the rubber cock from the unconscious girl's rear passage. He walked shakily over to where Dahlia stood against the wall, white-faced, and rubbed it under her nose.
"See, you dikey bitch. That's what a man can do with the proper equipment. He reached back and slapped her hard across the face, dropped the dildo at her feet, and turned to his followers, most of whom were sitting with pools of come on the floor at their feet.
"All right, boys. Let's all go and get into our Sunday best Ross, you and Ron take these cunts and lock them with the others. We're going to have important visitors soon, and I have to get ready to greet them properly."