"You want to do it the easy way?" he asked in a voice trembling with excited passion. "Or do you want me to call for help?"
Lynda looked at the man in front of her. His body was throbbing, his Adam's apple working anxiously. His nostrils flared as he waited for her to comply with his order. Lynda could imagine how delighted the two deputies would be to return and help him strip her clothing from her. She opened her mouth to protest, then realized that her complaints had been totally ignored up until now. There seemed no reason for this crude jailer to begin heeding her protests now.
She took a deep trembling breath and began slipping out of her blouse. The slender man licked his lips at the full display of her tits in the dainty, lacy bra. He trembled more noticeably as she slipped her skirt off and stood before him, clad only in the skimpy bra and her transparent panties. She stood there, certain that this was enough. It was enough if he actually wanted to be sure that she wasn't hiding anything.
"The rest," he whispered. "Take off the rest!"
"But there's no way I could hide anything under these," she answered, trying to make her eyes meet his in soft pleading. "You expect me to hide a shotgun inside my bra?"
He laughed with short gasping sounds. Before she realized it, he had stepped to her and grabbed for her bra. She could feel the hot passion that pulsed through his body as he stood against her.
"All right!" she snapped and drew back from him. "All right! Just take it easy!"
She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her tits leaped forward lusciously as she pulled the lacy bra away. They seemed to grow two sizes larger as they bounced free. Her jailer almost fell backwards at the exciting display of tit. Beads of perspiration popped out across his forehead and temples as his eyes gaped at her ripe tits. He swallowed hard, then motioned to her panties.
Lynda opened her mouth to protest again, then stopped herself. She gave a disgusted sigh and pulled her panties down her thighs and legs. She stood in front of him, totally naked. The skinny man unconsciously held his swollen cock in his hand as he stared at the voluptuous woman before him.
"Damn!" he whispered. "Damn! That's the most beautiful body I ever saw!"
"If you're satisfied, I'll get them back on," she said, reaching for her discarded clothing. "I'm not hiding anything for you to worry about."
"The hell you aren't!" he grinned. "Baby, I'll worry about what you've shown me for the rest of my life. We've never had such dangerous weapons brought into this town before."
He caught her arm and pulled her over to the small bunk where she was forced onto the mattress. She twisted away as his hands began groping over her naked body, feeling her tits and thighs with hot anticipation. She pulled away from him and stood up, moving across the cell in an attempt to escape his lustful pursuit.
"You can't do this!" she gasped at him. "I won't allow anything like this!"
Lynda realized how absurd she sounded as she looked at the amusement on the man's face. Gold fillings in his teeth glistened as he opened his mouth in a wide laugh. He caught her, cornered her, and took her arm as she tried to push him away. He pulled her roughly to him, his belt buckle scraping her naked tummy as he held her struggling body tightly. Her tits pressed into his chest, her thighs were invaded by one of his slender legs. She was amazed at how strong such a skinny man could be. She struggled in vain to twist out of his grasp.
"You might as well stop fighting," he snorted. "No way I'm going to let you get out of this. No way I'm going to sit out there until Rocky and Gene come back to get their pussy from you."
The terrified girl brought one knee up viciously into his groin. She heard the jailer groan in pain and felt his grip on her weaken for a moment. She took advantage of that moment and pulled away. Her eyes darted about the cell, searching for something she might be able to use as a weapon. The bare cell mocked her. There was nothing there except the two bunks and thin mattresses. The bunks, the mattresses, the pile of her discarded clothes, and the two of them were all that could be seen in the small cell.
She backed away as he gradually stood back up and started after her again. She pulled at the door, helplessly trying to jerk it open. The jailer's eyes glittered with eager intensity as he came for her again. This time he wasn't so gentle with her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her over toward the bunk. His free hand came roughly across her face, sending flashes of blinding pain through her. He slapped her again, this time catching her more cleanly. The young brunette felt her knees beginning to buckle. The room swam before her as she fought the darkness that came swelling over her.
He had her stretched out in the bunk when she regained consciousness. He had unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, ugly cock. She watched him as he squirmed between her legs and pointed his trembling prick at her frightened pussy. He looked up at her face and saw that she had come to. A lewd smile crossed his lips. A delighted spark flashed through his eyes.
"You're back with me," he noted. "Good! I wouldn't want to enjoy the fuck all by myself. You be a good girl and I won't have to hit you again. All right?"
Lynda looked groggily at him. He drew his hand back, threatening to use it if she failed to comply with his demands. The brunette nodded, the pain from the first two blows intensifying with the slight movement. Her tormentor patted her hip affectionately, then laughed softly.
"I have to give you a thorough search," he explained. "I have to be sure you aren't hiding anything inside your pussy. Best way I know to be sure about that is to send my old cock up there and check it out."
He cackled wickedly and crawled further up over her. The bulging head of his pecker pushed against her cunt lips while he laid a skinny hand over one of her tits. He began massaging the tit, letting his thumb and fingers flip sensuously across her nipple. Lynda shuddered at his touch, feeling suddenly dirty and sordid. Somehow the thought of this unshaven, filthy man fucking her made her feel that she would be just as foul as he was. She felt sick and nauseated at the prospect of his cock driving into her pussy and leaving his filthy cum inside her.
"That's a good girl," he murmured. "You're going to cooperate with me. That's nice. That's better than having to beat the shit out of you, then screwing you without your being able to feel this happy old prick."
He pulled at her tit, sending sparks of reluctant delight through her. He had her nipples hard and tight, burning and throbbing, from his sensuous caresses. Lynda trembled and cursed herself for allowing her tits to enjoy the touch of his foul hands. It was bad enough to be raped. It was worse to enjoy it. She was fighting her rising response to him as he pushed his cock harder against her pussy, separating the lips of her cunt and rubbing his pulsing cock-head against her clit.
"Ohhhhh, that's nice!" he panted. "Yes, that's nice. That's a soft little pussy down there. I'll have to be careful and not let my cock get too rough."
He moved his pecker back and forth, rubbing her clit into fiery passion. Lynda realized she would never be able to keep her body from responding to him. That had always been her problem. She might be a virgin, but it wasn't because she didn't respond to a man's hand on her tits, a man's finger at her pussy. In fact, the very force of her response was why she had always refused to let any of her boy friends go very far in their sexual play. She had known very well that if she had let them play with her tits and cunt, she'd never have been able to refuse fucking them.
"Hey!" her jailer gasped in pleasure. "That's a hot little box you've got down there. Damn if you aren't getting just as horny as I am."
He jiggled his cock rapidly about her cunt, causing the brunette to pant and gasp with combination pleasure and apprehension. His hands pulled more roughly at her tits, twisting her magnificent globes. He tilted his face down to the luscious breasts and caught one of her nipples in his mouth. The brunette shivered as he began sucking on her, sucking and tonguing her heaving tit while his cock pushed harder at her cunt.
"No," she cried, "No, please!"
She could feel the pressure of his cock at her cherry. She knew he would hurt her. She could feel the angry determination in his cock as he rammed it more viciously at her, demanding that her delicate membrane allow his excited prick to plunge deep into her pussy.
"Uhhhhhh!" he panted, thrusting roughly at her. "Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Come on, Baby! Open it up! Let me get my cock in there!"
He went back after her tits. He kissed around one of her rolling breasts, around the top and sides and bottom. He kissed the tender flesh into surging delight, then caught her nipple again. He opened his mouth wide about her tit, trying to suck the entire tit between his lips. His tongue depressed her nipple and rolled the button around as he lapped the nipple and areola.
His cock shuddered impatiently at the entrance to her cunt. Damn, but he was hard. She could feel the steep hardness of his aroused prick, could feel the powerful throbs of lust which pulsed through it. She lay back, terrified of the moment when he lost his patience and decided to force his way into her cunt. She felt his ass shaking in delirious demand. She heard his breath coming in great gasps. His body shook above her. He was livid with excitement, his nostrils wide and flaring, his entire body burning with his crazed demand for her.
"Ahhhhh!" he panted. "Ahhhhhh! Come on sweetheart! Let me in there! Don't think I'm going to keep this pecker on the front porch all night!"
His body tensed as he struggled to force his cock past the membrane that blocked him. He panted and sweated, ramming his bulging head at her cherry. His eyes clouded in surprise as he looked down into her face. He shook his head in disbelief.
"Damn you!" he gasped. "Don't tell me you're a virgin!"
Lynda nodded her head in answer. Maybe, she thought, maybe that would save her. Maybe he wouldn't be so anxious to deflower a virgin. That was sure the hell proof that she hadn't been working the town as a prostitute. Her cherry was damn good proof.
"I don't know what you are doing down there," he mumbled. "It's not going to work, though. Don't try to con me into believing that you've never been screwed."
He pulled his cock back, then thrust it brutally into her. Lynda felt the searing pain as he tore through her membrane. Her cherry broke before the onslaught of his angry cock, sending sharp fire through her. She gasped and fell back on the cot, afraid that she was about to faint from the tearing pain.
"Ahhhh!" he panted. "That does it! Damn you! It didn't work did it, Baby! I'm in your pussy now. Let's ride for a while. Hell, sweetheart, now let's enjoy it!"
The brunette could feel the warm flow of her blood where he had shattered her cherry. She felt sharp pain, then numbness as he rammed and jammed his cock at her. His body quivered in excitement as he fucked her with increasing ferocity.
"Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!" he panted. "Uhhhhhh! What a sweet pussy! Ohhhhhh, Baby! It's a good thing we got you off the streets!"
Lynda shuddered from the force of his assault. Her tits ached as he clawed at them roughly. He rolled her from side to side. He slammed his body into her. He drove his cock wildly at her helpless cunt, his lust driving him to deeper and deeper frenzy. The young brunette felt tears stream down her cheeks. Her mind was whirling, her heart aching. She thought of all the boys who had wanted so badly to take her cherry. She thought of all the men she had really cared about, but had refused to give them her pussy. She shuddered at the terrible injustice. She had lost her cherry, not to one of her intelligent, handsome, young admirers. She had been deflowered by this crude, stupid, smelly jailer in some remote country town. "Nooooo!" she moaned, her pain mingling with her sadness. "Ohhhhh, noooooo!"
"Oh yes, sweetheart!" her rapist cried out excitedly. "Yes, ma'am! I'm in that pussy now. Ohhhh, hell, I'm in that sweet little cunt. I'm going to give you a fuck to remember!"
He waved his cock from side to side in her sore and throbbing pussy. He twisted his body about as he rode her. He pulled every trick to increase the tension between her pitiful cunt and his ecstatic cock. He raised himself to higher and higher passion while sending the young girl into more terrible pain.
Lynda was still weeping softly as he fucked her. She bit her lips to try and get herself under control. She began to realize the necessity of relaxing her body. The more tense and resisting her pussy remained, the greater the pain he could inflict on her. She wanted to get this over with. There was no need to weep over a lost maidenhead. No amount of tears could restore it. Her cherry was gone forever. Now the important task for her was to survive the rest of this rape.
"That's better," her assailant grunted, feeling her become more submissive to him. He pulled at her tits again and caught a nipple beneath his thumb, rolling it sensuously about her tit. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside her, sending tremors rippling about her pussy as he continued his frantic balling.
Lynda realized that her pussy had begun to secrete its juices around the driving cock. She was oiling herself now, her numbness slowly leaving her. In its place she felt a soft glow and warmth. She had wrapped her legs about him with out realizing it and was taking his lusting cock readily, even eagerly.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, despite herself. "Mmmmmmmm!"
"Hey!" he panted. "You're fucking right back at me! Ohhhhh, Baby! Now we'll have ourselves a real ball!"
She stopped resisting her own soaring emotions. Her cunt was pulsing about his juicy cock, sucking and throbbing over him as he plunged deeper and deeper into her. She rocked them from side to side, rubbing her tits into his hand and against his chest. There was no more pain in her pussy. Instead she felt fiery tingles along every nerve as they rolled and writhed, pumped and humped.
"Oooohhhhhh!" she panted. "Oh, yes! Fuck me! Ooooooo, fuck me!"
She was surprised at herself. She was amazed that she could so easily join in with this brutal man who had taken her maidenhood from her. She was shocked at the way her pussy was sucking and gnawing at his cock as he fucked her.
"Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" he gasped above her. "Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhh!"
His cock began to quiver excitedly, more excitedly than before. She felt his body shake madly, then felt a deep warmth pour through her cunt as his cock began emptying its hot load into her. His juice oozed about the inner passage of her pussy, sending sparks of pleasure all through her body. She lay back, letting him explode inside her, letting his cock go crazy in its delicious eruption.
"Ahhhhh!" he moaned. "Ohhhhhh! What a piece of pussy! Ohhhh! What a hell of a fuck!"
She was still glowing as he finished his fuck. She lay back, panting and ready for more, as he pulled his cock from her and got up. He stood beside her panting body, smiling proudly down at her. Lynda looked up to meet his eyes, then saw the sudden shock hit him.
"Damn!" he snapped in surprise. "That's blood on the mattress. You're bleeding all over the damn mattress."
He stood frozen, unable to comprehend for a moment. Then he turned white as he realized the reason for the blood. His mouth dropped open. He struggled to close his pants over his cock, then left the cell quickly.
In a moment he was back. He didn't come back inside this time. He tossed some towels through the bars and snapped to her roughly.
"Here!" he snarled. "Clean up that damned mess! What the hell do you mean, getting all that blood on our new mattress? Hurry up! Get that cell clean before I have to discipline you!"
She saw the anger in his eyes. She saw the fear and apprehension in his eyes. Lynda took the towels and walked to the small lavatory in her cell. She slowly began trying to wash the blood from her thighs and out of the thick, black hairs above her cunt. She cleaned herself slowly, her body still shaking from the beating, from the rape, from her own reluctant passion.
She was still trembling as she began trying to clean the stains from the mattress. She did the best job she could, then picked up her clothes and dressed once more. She couldn't really believe it. She just couldn't believe it had all happened. She had been raped. She had been fucked against her will. But she had enjoyed it. That was the most maddening thing of all. She had actually been about to climax when he finished. Damn him! Somehow she would have to get even with him for that. She would have to get even with all of them.