"Easy, old man, and you'll be all right!" the broad-chested tanned man snapped as he brought a knife up against the sheriff's throat. "We don't want to have to hurt anybody."
They had jumped him the moment he opened his door and led Lynda out into the hallway. The brunette cringed against the wall watching the sudden explosion of action. The tall, skinny partner grinned down at her eagerly, his eyes glowing with excitement and success.
"Don't scream, Baby," he cautioned her. "We're getting all of us out of here."
He frisked the sheriff quickly, taking the lawman's gun and pulling out a ring of keys that he held up in satisfied glee. He stepped to the outer door and slowly opened it, ready to rush out with the drawn gun at the sight of any of the other deputies. He opened the door and turned back to his companion who still held the sheriff at knife-point. He waved the three to follow him as he unlocked the door to the women's wing of the jail.
Marlene's face spread into a broad smile of relief as they stepped to the door of her cell. Marlene came out as soon as the door was unlocked, running over to the brunette and grasping her hands.
"I told you," she bubbled, "I told you they'd get us out of here. In there!" she snapped to the men as she pointed toward Big Red's quarters. "There are two matrons in there."
"What about the old bastard, Sam Terry?" the thin man whispered. "He still around? He going to come back in on us?"
"He's gone for the day," Marlene assured him. "Take care of the two in there first. Then we have to watch out for Rocky and Gene to show up."
He nodded and walked to the door, tapped on it and stepped against the wall. Lynda watched in fascination as he waited for one of the women to respond to his knock. He was about to tap once more when Liz pulled the door open. The blonde's face turned white, mouth dropping open in shocked surprise, as the man pushed her back inside. He went in with her, gun held at her stomach.
"All right!" she heard his voice from beyond the door. "Bring the sheriff on back here."
"Why not lock the old bastard in this cell?" the burly companion asked. "Shit! I don't like having to keep a knife against him every second. One moment of looking away and he could get loose."
"Whatever you think," the skinny partner agreed. "Yes, that's probably better. Then he won't be in our way when we check out these two."
Lynda felt a quick pang of fear. She was tempted to try and aid him. One look at the intimidating figure of his captor, though, and she swallowed any such idea. Besides, the grin on Marlene's face seemed to say that these two weren't after hurting them. It was the matrons he was talking about. The realization hit Lynda suddenly. The men were going to rape Big Red and Liz. A sudden rush of blood swirled through her brain. Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic! Lynda could think of nothing more fitting than watching the rapists get raped. She smiled warmly at the hulking tanned man who secured the door of the cell after cautioning the sheriff to stay quiet. She stepped to the door of Red's quarters, anxious to watch the two matrons get their well-deserved balling.
Big Red backed away as the towering burly man came toward her. Caught in a position of such helplessness, the matron had suddenly lost her attitude of strength and power. Now she looked like any other woman being cornered by an enraged bull of a man. Her huge tits heaved lusciously beneath her thin dress as she backed toward her bed. Her eyes stretched wide in apprehension. She took a small step backwards, then fell onto the bed, her skirt flying up over her thighs as she lay frozen in alarm.
"Take her, Charley!" the skinny man laughed, holding the equally anxious blonde tightly against him. "Get on all that sweet meat and fuck the shit out of her!"
"She's a dyke, Charley!" Marlene encouraged him. "She hates men. Give her good reason to hate them. Show her what you've got that she'll never have."
The hulking man looked back at the frail girl. He smiled broadly at Marlene, then quickly opened his fly and drew out his monstrous cock. Even Big Red's eyes bulged at the size of it as he brandished it in front of her. Charley pumped his meat affectionately, his thick body shaking as he laughed.
"I'll bet you think a cock's not good enough for your pussy. You'll see! You'll see!" the burly man snorted.
He reached down and grabbed the neck of her dress. One quick, angry jerk and he had it torn from her. He tore her bra off next, then her panties. The voluptuous woman lay naked and exposed to his eager eyes and lustful hands. Charley dropped onto her, his hands grabbing at her magnificent pair of tits while he brought the head of his telephone pole of a cock against her pussy. Red shuddered from the roughness of his play with her tits. The matron opened her mouth to plead with him, then clamped it shut as she realized it was a waste of breath. She had no more hope of getting his sympathy than any young girl who might have fallen into her clutches in the hell-hole of a jail.
"I call that a matched pair!" the skinny man chuckled. "I'll bet she never thought she would find a man hung better than she's built. She's found one now, though. Shit! She may like all that big cock so much she wants to come with us."
"Ohhhhhh, God! Ohhhhh!" Big Red moaned softly as Charley suddenly buried his huge meat into her pussy. Lynda gasped at the force with which he slammed that prick through her. The brunette shuddered as she watched the way the helpless woman was tossed and rolled over the bed by the ramming, thrusting attacker.
"You like that, Baby?" Charley muttered. "That's a lot more fun than using a dildo on young girls. Don't you think so?"
He fucked the woman rapidly, violently. The sight of so much cock and so much tit sent soft, glowing tremors through the watching brunette's pussy. Lynda discovered that she was actually oozing her own fluids from sympathetic arousal. She leaned against the wall, her knees weak with excitement. Her panties were wet from her flowing juice. Her tits burned as they heaved against the restraining of her bra. Unconsciously she cuddled a tit in one hand while her other pressed firmly into her pussy and rubbed her clit into shuddering pleasure.
"Get her!" she whispered. "Fuck her, Charley! Ball her good for me! Qhhhhhh, stick it to her! Mmmmmmm!"
Charley's ass shook with lustful rage as he drove his cock at the yielding body of the woman. Red's mouth hung open, her head tossing from side to side. Her tits seemed to swell even larger as he pulled and mashed on them, thumbing at her nipples until they were glowing and hard. Lynda swallowed the lump in her throat as she realized that Big Red was beginning to fuck back at the mammoth cock. The huge woman's body was humping her pussy along the roaring prick with each mighty thrust. She slowly wrapped her legs about the glistening black body and joined in the delirious fuck.
"Uhhhhh!" she panted. "Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!"
"Naooooo!" Liz suddenly screamed. "Don't fuck back at him. Ohhhhh, Red! Don't let him make you like it! Ohhhhh! Nooooo!"
Her pleas came far too late. The magnificent body of the red-haired matron was already lost in the delirious throes of passion. She was throbbing and pulsing eagerly over Charley's driving cock. She rolled them from side to side as they tossed and bounced about the bed. Lynda could hear the music of cock splashing through gushing juice. She felt the room spinning about her, her own body pulsing almost as ecstatically as that of the red head.
"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" Charley grunted in animal-like fashion. "Uhhhh! Uhhhh! I'll fuck that big, juicy pussy until you beg me for more!"
"Yes!" Red gasped. "Ooooooo! Yes! Fuck me! Oooooo! What a cock! Oooooo!"
Her body began shuddering as her orgasm exploded through her. The strapping matron gasped for breath, her body pulsing over the driving, ecstatic cock of the big, burly man.
"Ooooooeeeee!" she screamed. "Oooooo! Please! Please! I want to have it! I want that wad to drown me! Ooooooeeee!"
Charley let his wad go. The force of his orgasm left Lynda even weaker as she pressed her hand firmly against her pussy, rubbing frantically in response. She watched the couple on the bed go through the final throes of their passion in a whirl of motion. The bed threatened to give way beneath their writhing, plunging bodies. The air was electric from the pants and gasps of the two delirious figures.
"Ahhhhhh!" Charley roared. "Ahhhhhhh!"
"Mmmmmmm!" the redhead sighed in final contentment. "Mmmmmmm! That was good. That was soooooo good!"
"Damn you!" Liz suddenly screamed at her friend. "Damn you! Damn you! You let him fuck you. You let him fuck you and you fucked him right back! Damn! Damn!"
Marlene laughed as she turned and looked at the slender blonde. The small girl looked up at the man holding Liz, her eyes forming a question.
"Well, Red?" she wanted to know. "You going to let Charley do all the work? Aren't you ready to give your blonde friend a lesson?"
"Damn right!" he answered in a breathy voice. "Ohhhhhh, shit! I'm so horny from watching that, I'll fuck anything in sight."
He handed the gun to Marlene and dragged the struggling blonde toward the bed. Marlene watched in sensuous satisfaction while he tore the dress from Liz and grinned suddenly as he realized that the blonde looked a hell of a lot better naked. His eyes rested on her saucy ass.
"Yes!" Marlene giggled. "Fuck her in the ass, Red! See if she likes a back scuttle."
"No!" Liz gasped. "Please! Not that way! Qhhhh, please!"
Lynda felt a sudden sympathy for the blonde, then forced herself to remember the scene of Liz using the dildo on her pussy. She lost her sympathy immediately. She watched in eager anticipation as Red shoved her over the bed and stepped in between her thighs with his long, lean cock out in his hands. He held her hips firmly and ran the tip of his cock up and down the crack of her ass while she continued to plead with him.
"Shut up!" he finally snarled at her. "Shut your trap and open your bum!"
He found the hole and began shoving his cock into her. Liz moaned as his anxious prick began spreading her asshole and disappearing between her shuddering buttocks. Lynda watched, no longer feeling the pulsing tingle running about her pussy. She didn't like it this way. Even the sight of Red doing it to Liz brought back her own unpleasant memories. She wanted him to do it, however. Oh, hell yes! She felt that nothing he would do to the slender blonde would be bad enough. She watched eagerly, feeling her lips curl in satisfaction at each moan from the sobbing woman.
He had his cock buried completely into her ass now. He held her with one hand on her tits and the other up her pussy. He was pulling and rolling her tits about wildly, his fingers squeezing each nipple in maddening delight. He had several of his fingers inside her cunt, spreading them apart in pulsing rhythm while he drove his cock through her terrified ass with slow, deliberate thrusts.
"Like it, Baby?" he panted. "You like a good snake up your rear? I'll bet you wish you had a pecker like this, don't you. Then you wouldn't have to just suck on the girls you get in jail. Yes, I bet you'd like a long, hard cock to run into every little pussy in town."
He laughed as he began pumping his prick into her ass more rapidly. He rubbed his hand brutally into her heaving tits. He twisted his fingers inside her pussy. Liz closed her eyes tightly, sighing deeply as she slowly began responding to the long, hard meat inside her. She braced herself against the bed as he balled her with rising frenzy. She opened her eyes and looked over at the limp body of Big Red, then shuddered at the realization of what else Charley was doing to her friend.
The burly man was leaning over the redhead's face, pumping his cock into her mouth. His hands held her by the hair while he drove his prick luxuriously through the wide, sensuous lips of the compliant woman. Liz watched the cock-suck for a moment, then turned her face away, closing her eyes tightly as though trying to erase the scene from her mind. Her body shook from the force of Red's fucking. Her tits lunged about as he playfully teased and taunted them.
"Uhhhhhh!" he grunted, slamming himself against her ass wildly. "Uhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhhh!"
He twisted his cock inside her, twisted and rammed at her glowing ass. He finger-fucked her viciously, pumping at her cunt with frenzied intensity. He gasped and panted in excitement, his body shaking vibrantly with his surging lust. The slender blonde trembled beneath his violent assault, finally losing control of her body and responding despite all her carefully nursed hatred.
"Ooooooo!" she moaned. "Mmmmmmmm! Ooooooo! Fuck me! Go ahead and let it blow! Fuck me! Mmmmmm!"
Red's body leaped into more violent activity. He snarled like a hungry animal as he tore his cock at her shimmering ass. He clawed at her roughly, lowering his face into her shoulder and biting savagely into the soft skin of her neck. He shook her about, fucking with terrifying brutality. The blonde screamed in mixed agony and passion. Her voice shook the room as she kept screaming and urging him on.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she called out, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Unload it all! Ohhhhh, it feels good! Fuck me!"
The skinny man's body jerked in deep spasms as he shot his angry wad into her ass. Red gasped in delight, his body shaking frantically. He jerked several more times before he finally slowed his anxious assault on the woman. He let his cock slide back out of her ass as he sank happily onto the floor behind her.
"Here!" Marlene snapped to Lynda as she handed the gun to the young brunette. "Keep everybody under control while I get even with the blonde bitch!"
The slender girl ran to the dresser and rummaged through the drawers. A broad smile of triumph lit up her face as she lifted the dildo out. She ran to the bed and helped Red push Liz over onto her back. The long-haired man climbed on top of the woman and pushed his cock toward her mouth.
"Suck it!" he demanded. "Lick it up good, then suck it!"
He jammed it into Liz's mouth and began pumping at her while Marlene drove the dildo brutally into the helpless pussy. An expression of sadistic joy swept over Marlene's face. Her hands trembled as she began working the instrument viciously into the moaning woman.
The sight of it all sickened Lynda. The brunette leaned against the wall once more, trying to overcome the sudden nausea. She shuddered at the scene, trying to comprehend the vengeful attitude of her cellmate. She didn't approve of this much violence. The girl suddenly realized that she didn't approve of any of this. Hell! They should have been out of the jail by now! They should be out of town! This was a dangerous waste of time. She didn't want any part of these men. They were sure to want to rape her and Marlene as soon as they got free.
Lynda looked down at the gun in her hand. She began to tremble. She could manage it, but it would be taking a hell of a risk. Still, she wasn't so sure how safe she would be if she didn't take the chance. She eased toward the door. Both Marlene's and Charley's attentions were diverted by the rape that was in process. Lynda eased to the door and got her hand on the knob.
"Where the hell you think you're going?" Charley snarled as he glanced over and caught her movement. "You planning to run out on us?"
He had spotted her too late. The young woman whipped the door open and raced into the hall. She ran to the cell where the sheriff had been locked and paused. Footsteps were pounding behind her as she hesitated, her eyes wide with terror.
"Quick, honey," the sheriff called to her as he reached through the bars. "Hand me the gun."
"Got to get away!" Lynda panted. "I've got to get a car!"
"Here!" he snapped, tossing her a set of keys. "Red Chevy outside. Quick! The gun!"
She had almost waited too long. The others came running up just as she felt the sheriff jerk the gun from her hand. Lynda grasped the keys tightly and began running. Behind her she heard the gun fired once, then again. She didn't dare look back. She raced through the jail and out into the fresh air. She looked around frantically suddenly wondering if she could trust the sheriff.
Then she saw the red car. She slipped into the front seat, fitted the key into the ignition, and turned it. The motor roared to life. Lynda thought she heard another gunshot as she wheeled the car out toward the highway. She jammed her foot down on the pedal and sped away toward freedom.