"Okay, girlie," a gruff voice said, "get off your bunk – you're coming with me."
Blearily, Mary got to her feet. A night in the jail cell had left her disheveled and miserable. The corridor outside was brightly lit by fluorescent lights. She rubbed her eyes and shot a glance at her cellmate.
The vast black bulk snored peacefully on the other cot. Mary could still smell the reek of whiskey. The enormously fat black hooker had propositioned the horrified teenager in blatantly explicit terms before passing out, and Mary had kept awake until nervous exhaustion overcame her, afraid she would be molested if she let her eyes close for a second.
The short, fat jailer took her by the elbow as she stepped reluctantly out of the cell. The steel doors clanged shut behind her. Down the row of cells someone cursed the disturbance sleepily.
As the jailer ushered her down the hall, Mary tried to cope with this new development. Had her uncle been notified and come for her? Or was Perry the pimp waiting for her, tapping one small foot while he dreamed up a suitable punishment for the inconvenience Mary had put him to.
Or had he simply sent Cat and Larry for her?
She shivered. The jailer seemed to think she was about to break away, for he tightened his grip on her arm. Head sunk in dejection, she followed him to the receiving area.
"This the one you want, sir?" the jailer asked. Mary tensed as she awaited. Which of her tormentors would it be who answered the question?
It was none of them. "She's the one, Fred," came a quiet male voice. Mary stiffened at the familiar hint of a West Texas drawl.
"Thought she was doing some hooking on the side."
Kirk shook his shaggy head. "Not a chance. This girl is a friend of mine. Her name is Marti Rheinhardt."
Finally Mary was able to raise her head to look at him. He caught her eye and smiled.
"Well, if you say so." The officer on duty shrugged. Returning the D.A.'s runaway niece would be a feather in his cap. But Kirk said she wasn't, and if the girl wanted to make trouble over a false arrest… the officer grimaced. He had heard Mike bragging to another cop after they dropped the girl off at the county jail.
"Here's your purse, Miss," said Fred the fat jailer. Mary accepted it with nerveless fingers.
"Thanks a lot," Kirk said. "We'll be seeing you, Fred, Dick."
Dumbly, Mary let herself be led into the bright early morning sunlight. Traffic hissed by on the downtown streets. Kirk led her gently by the elbow to a big orange Dodge van parked in front of the jail. He unlocked the door and helped her in.
It was all too much. Mary was rescued from a multitude of horrible fates, and reunited with the man who'd haunted her dreams these last few days. Kirk got into the driver's seat and looked across at her fondly, slumped against the vinyl upholstery.
"Did your uncle do this to you, Mary?" he drawled.
With a choking sob, she fell against him. His strong arms encircled her body. Before she knew it, her fingers were pulling his dark blazer down off his shoulders.
Kirk shrugged the coat off, his breath coming faster. Mary slid her fingers down his chest. They touched something hard and cold. She stiffened. The green eyes opened.
"K-Kirk," she breathed. "You've got a gun!"
He nodded, already slipping the shoulder holster off the little.38 Colt Cobra thudded to the floor of the van as he muffled the rising tide of her questions with his lips and tongue.
Their tongues twined as they caressed each other, each stripping the other with a lover's touch. When they were both naked, Kirk took Mary's arm and urged her into the back.
There were no seats in the back of the van. It was a spacious room, completely lined in black synthetic fur. It covered the ceiling and the walls and made a springy, furry mattress of the floor.
"Ooooooh, it's nice!" Mary exclaimed. She lay down and rolled around, thrilling to the feel of the fur on her naked body. The strands of hair caressed her in a million kisses. She sighed happily, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs.
Her cunt yawned open. It was brimful of clear cunt sauces. Its smell was an aromatic invitation to wild, sweet fucking.
Kirk's huge cock jutted from his crotch. It looked bigger than Mary even remembered it. He took it in his hand as he got to his knees and started to bring his bearded mouth to her wide-open pussy.
"No, no!" she said urgently, grabbing a handful of his dark hair. "I need your cock in me. Now!" Kirk needed no further urging. He came forward till he was smiling down into her face, propping himself on one hand while his cock prodded at the opening of Mary's twat. After a few tentative pokes it found the moist parting of cunt lips. Mary sighed in delicious satisfaction as the head of the cock slipped into her pussy.
Forever and ever the giant cock went into Mary's pussy. The walls stretched and stretched till they reached their limit, and still they fit snugly around his cock, like a rubber glove filled with Vaseline.
"It's so good," Mary whispered into Kirk's ear. "It's so sweet to have your cock in my pussy again."
Kirk's face was buried in the hollow of her shoulder. "There's no place I'd rather have it!" he said. His tongue traced a wet line up her neck. She felt the tickling of his pubic hair on her pussy lips, and the gentle pressure of his crotch against hers.
Mary could hardly breathe with that magnificent cock seeming to fill her entire body. It pulsed inside her, filling her cunt with his steady strong heartbeat. "Fuck me," she murmured in Kirk's ear. "Fuck me hard!"
He jerked his prick out of Mary's snatch so rapidly that she gasped. "Whoo-eeeeeeeeeeh!" she yelled as the cock poised for an instant with just the head inside her cunt, then rammed back into her. Her butt came off the fur to grind her pussy hard onto Kirk's cock. Then her ass was forced deep into the springy pile as the cock went all the way home!
In and out Kirk fucked his massive cock. Mary's hindquarters came alive to a fluid, slithering, sensuous motion that constantly surrounded the man's cock in delicious liquid fire. Her rigid nipples burned holes in his hairy chest, thrilling to the raspy feel grating over them. Her fingers played like small animals over his muscular back.
It was like heaven to have Kirk back. It was indescribable for Mary to have his cock driving in and out of her cunt again. She thought she would never feel it forcing its way into the tight oily channel of her twat like this again. Now she had that beautiful cock in her cunt again, and she never wanted to let it go.
Clawed hands clutched her asscheeks, pinioning the squirming girl on the mighty prick. Kirk's mouth was pressed to Mary's in a soul-searing kiss while their bellies slapped together and drew apart, rhythmically, urgently.
"Oh! You've… got me so hot!" Mary managed to gasp between piston strokes of Kirk's cock. "I'm… about to… come!"
"Me too, baby," Kirk grunted. "Just hang on a second longer – uuuuuggghhh!"
To Kirk it seemed as if a hydraulic press was crushing his cock. The throbbing prick was thrust to the hilt in Mary's snatch, with her legs wrapped around his trim waist and her dainty feet squeezing against his butt to force still more of the maddening length of cock staff into the ravenous cavity of her cunt. And the entire length of her pussy clamped without warning on his deeply driven prick.
Every muscle in his fit body seemed to tie itself in knots. For a moment he was suspended in time and space as he quivered on the brink of climax, frozen, into a statue by the pre-orgasmic pulse of Mary's pussy muscles. Then they both came.
Kirk fucked frantically in and out of the girl while his cock filled her with seething cum. Mary arched her back with the wild need to take in every inch of cock, every drop of jizz. Their souls melted together as their bodies thrashed in delirious joy.
At last, when the overwhelming passions had subsided, the lovers lay side by side, gazing into each other's faces. Kirk's big cock lay inside Mary's cunt like a sleeping giant. It was still partly hard.
"You knew my name," Mary said. Kirk kissed her and nodded.
"I know a lot about you. And about your uncle, the District Attorney."
A chill went through Mary's body. Kirk held her more tightly. "Don't worry. I have a good idea of what he did to you. And I – we're – going to make sure he can't touch you anymore."
A tear leaked out of one of Mary's green eyes. "How? What do you mean?"
Kirk sighed. "It's a long story. As you've probably guessed, I'm not the young executive type I pretended to be the other afternoon. I'm a special investigator for the state Attorney General's task force on organized crime."
Mary's mouth gaped open. "So that's why you had the gun…"
"And that explains how I knew you had been picked up by the police – and why I was able to get you out so easily." He gazed at her. She felt her soul begin to sink into the depths of his indigo eyes. "We've been working on involuntary prostitution. We've got your uncle tied to your friend Perry Roadman – both as a customer and as a patron. To say nothing of procurer, in your case." His voice had a hard edge now, and his eyes gleamed like blue steel.
"We've got Castle tied to heroin too. He's in a deep dark hole, and we're about to start shoveling in the dirt." He hesitated. "You don't mind? That we're going to…"
"I hope you crucify him!" Mary hissed with such venom that Kirk drew back. "I hope you cut his lecherous, hypocritical balls off!"
"Whoo!" Kirk breathed. "That answers that. We're going to. And we're going to get you out from under the thumb of that bastard Roadman."
"Why?"
"Well, I could say it was as our duty, to aid a girl trapped by circumstance into degrading herself for the profit of criminals," he said, his drawl getting thicker as he smiled. "But I'm too truthful. The fact is, I've fallen for you, lady. In a big way."
"Oh Kirk!" Mary cried. She crushed him in her arms. "Oh, how I love you!"
"I love you too," he whispered in her ear. "But you need to tell me something. Word on the street is that Cas… your uncle went to Roadman for a very special service. Some real weakness he's got. Do you know what it is?"
Mary searched her mind. Her brow furrowed in thought. Then she had it. That first day, when her uncle had taken her to Perry Roadman's hotel suite.
"Yes! Yes!" she cried. She told him, so fast she kept stumbling over the words and having to start over.
"Fine," Kirk grinned when Mary had finished. "That's how we get you away from Roadman and free of your uncle. I have a friend who'll do just fine – she owes me a favor…"
"Will this be – official?"
Wicked light sparkled in Kirk's eyes. His huge prick stirred to life within Mary's cunt. "Castle's going to the wall soon, with so many Grand Jury indictments, he won't know what to do," he said. "But this part will just be our little secret."
Then he rolled onto his back, and pulled the girl onto his rapidly stiffening cock. Eagerly she mounted him, fucking herself on the big prick. She was laughing.
It was the first time she had been happy in weeks.