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Degradation Row ....(108k)    by Calvin Hawkes

FOREWORD

The aim of today's prison system is to separate the criminal offender from the mainstream of society, then rehabilitate him so that, upon release, he may rejoin the normal world from which he was taken and become a useful part of it. Rehabilitation, however, is rarely accomplished, and many American prisons have degenerated from merely large jails to breeding grounds of violence.

A man like Booker T. Reeves is often the end-product. A hate-filled revolutionary, his only goal after getting out is to wreak havoc among those he feels put him behind the walls. And teenaged Cindy Warner, innocent and unsuspecting, is his first victim, a child subjected to his pent-up bitterness and perversity.

And outside it's business as usual among an often uncaring populace which decides what is normal and frequently brutally punishes those who step out of line, inadvertently setting itself up for a fall when the hardened prisoner is released.

DEGRADATION ROW-a work of fiction, a too-true story of the suppressed violence that often exists within many Americans today.

-The Publisher

1

SHIVERING WITH A MIXTURE OF FEAR, outrage and voyeuristic expectancy, the prison guard's fourteen-year-old daughter flung back the cover and slipped out of bed only seconds after the door to her bedroom was stealthily closed by her comely young stepmother.

Prison trusties were painting the outside of the house next door. Cindy Warner had been lying in bed, recuperating from a mild case of the flu, watching the prisoners at work through her bedroom window. She'd noticed one of the convicts sneak away and hurry toward her own house. There'd been a furtive knocking at the back door. Anita, Cindy's stepmother of less than a month, had answered it immediately, and had let the trusty into the house.

Cindy had overheard them kissing, then talking in the kitchen. She'd heard Anita call the convict Fred. Anita had cautioned him to be quiet, explaining that, "Roy's little girl is out of school with the flu, honey. She's here in the house. It's too dangerous. You'd better come back tomorrow or the next day, when you're painting our house. Cindy will be back in school then."

But the man hadn't left. His and her stepmother's voices had become subdued, sounding argumentative, and Cindy hadn't been able to make out much of what they were saying. One statement of the man's drifted through the house and registered in her straining ears, however, and after that the arguing had stopped.

His voice had been insistent and demanding. "Goddamn it, Anita, are you forgetting why you're here? The Party sent you to help me do a job. You've stalled long enough! We've got to break Booker T. Reeves out of that maximum security cell!"

Anita had given in. She'd cautioned him again to keep his voice down. Then she'd tiptoed into Cindy's room and stood beside the bed. The teenager's heart had been beating wildly, but she'd managed to keep her eyes closed and her breathing normal. Her stepmother had called her name softly, and Cindy hadn't moved a muscle.

"Cindy, are you asleep?" Anita had asked then, slightly louder.

The young girl had never been more awake than at that moment, but she pretended deep sleep. Anita had been fooled. She'd slipped from the room and closed the door. "I guess it'll be all right, Fred," Cindy had heard her stepmother say. "The medicine she's taking makes her sleep pretty soundly, but we'd still better be quiet and talk fast. If she wakes up and hears us, it could ruin everything."

Now, as Cindy's bare feet contacted the carpet and she scurried across the room on shaky, shapely legs, her mind was in a spin. The Party? What Party? she wondered. Could Anita be a secret agent? Why would she and this convict want to help Booker Reeves escape from prison? Good heavens, what in the world is going on?

Reeves was a revolutionary, Cindy knew, the leader of the fearsome Black Rangers, a militant black organization which was bent on the violent overthrow of the U.S. Government. He was in prison for killing a policeman during a shootout, and Cindy couldn't imagine what the connection between such a vicious man and her stepmother was.

She was ready to believe the worst about Anita, though. After her mother's death, Cindy had had her father all to herself, and they'd gotten along just fine with no help from anyone. Then Roy Warner, a lieutenant of the guards who lived in a house inside the prison but well away from the high, impenetrable walls of the maximum security section, had met Anita in town one evening, and Cindy's close relationship with her father had ended abruptly. Despite the difference in their ages-Roy was thirty-eight and the ravishingly beautiful Anita was only twenty-five-they had married scarcely a week later.

Cindy had tried hard to like Anita, because her father obviously adored the woman. But it was difficult for the young girl, feeling left out and neglected, as she did. Anita was getting all of her father's attention and affection, and jealousy gnawed constantly at Cindy's insides.

Her father and stepmother's bedroom was next to hers. They did it nearly every night, sometimes two and three times. The sounds of their passionate lovemaking penetrated through the wall and was tormenting for' Cindy. She would lie in bed, knowing full well what was going on just on the other side of the wall, and try to ignore the erotic noises. But each time she wound up rolling across her bed and pressing her ear to the wall, trembling with a melange of mixed emotions as she listened to the wet reports of fervent kissing, the murmured endearments and exclamations of love. Then the bedsprings would begin to sing their raspy, rhythmic tune of joyous fucking, with Anita's throaty murmurings turning into husky sighs and moans. At the last the bed would be squeaking like crazy, with her father grunting and groaning and her stepmother sobbing, "Yes, Roy! Oh, darling ... yesss! I love you! Harder ... ohhhhh ... fuck me harder!"

By then Cindy's virginal little pussy would be' leaking the hot juice of her confused desire. Love for her father and resentment of Anita would churn about within her, making her press her ear tightly against the wall and cup her hand over the secretion-slick crotch band of her panties. While they were coming, she would grit her teeth and listen to their ecstatic outcries, her hand bearing down between her thighs and rubbing wildly at the feverish itching in the honeyed folds of her swollen, sparsely-haired snatch.

You don't need her, Daddy! she would feel like shouting. If I'd known you wanted to ball, I would've let you do it to me! Then, panting with lust and feeling terribly guilty for her incestuous thoughts, Cindy would hurl herself away from the wall and lie in the center of her bed, hugging her unfulfilled body until she cried herself to sleep.

Grudgingly, Cindy had begun to accept Anita, though she still couldn't bring herself to call her

"Mother" or "Mom". She had finally decided that Anita was as much in love with her handsome father as he was with her, and because her dad seemed happy with the woman, Cindy resigned herself to the fact of her continued presence. She had quit fighting the situation because Anita had treated her kindly in spite of the hateful way she'd been acting toward her. That, and also because Anita had worked wonders for her father's spirits. He was alive now, almost carefree, whereas before meeting Anita he had suffered moods of depression from which Cindy was unable to lift him, no matter how bright and gay she pretended to be.

But it was Wednesday morning of a crisp autumn day, and Roy Warner was at work in the maximum security section of the prison. He would have his lunch there, at the guards' table in the dining hall, and he wouldn't be home until the shift had ended for himself and his men. Roy's new wife had let a trust prisoner into his house, one that she knew by name, and well enough to greet with a kiss. His daughter was extremely worried and fearful as she knelt at her bedroom door and brought her eye close to the keyhole.

Cindy's field of vision encompassed most of the living room, and the sight which greeted her brought her anger instantly to the boiling point. Anita and the prison inmate stood in the center of the room, locked in a vulgar embrace. They were kissing with their mouths open. The man had his arms around Cindy's new stepmother. He'd drawn her skirt up around her trim waist. His hands were down inside her red nylon panties, making obscene circles as he stroked and massaged the cheeks of her well-rounded rump and rubbed his groin against her belly. Anita was resisting, but just barely. She had her hands on his shoulders, and seemed to be attempting to push him away while she whimpered piteously and squirmed futilely.

The bitch! Cindy thought, biting her tongue to keep from screaming her righteous indignation. She's going to let that trusty do it to her! Daddy hasn't been married to her a month yet, and look at her!

Cindy was so shocked by the lewd scene that she forgot about their mention of The Party and of breaking the Black Rangers' leader out of prison. All she could think at the moment was that her intuition about Anita had been right. The voluptuous honey-blonde was being unfaithful to her good father, and with a convict that she obviously knew, and Cindy couldn't help but feel a little I-knew-she-was-no-good smugness creeping over her.

She determined to say nothing. Anita thought she was asleep, and Cindy saw no reason to alert her to the fact that she wasn't. Figuring to let the hussy hang herself by committing adultery with the slender inmate, Cindy settled comfortably onto her knees with her brown eye glued to the keyhole. She was in no danger herself, she reasoned. Hadn't Anita sneakily checked on her and closed the door? Of course she had. She wanted to hide the illicit interlude from her, Cindy thought gloatingly, so she could keep it a secret from her father. But she was his wife, and Cindy wouldn't let the wool be pulled over his eyes. Anita's true colors were coming out at last. She was proving herself to be a slut. Cindy planned to watch and listen, to record every damning act and utterance in her mind. When her father got home, she would tell him everything-absolutely everything-then he would send Anita away and Cindy could go back to taking her dead mother's place, as she'd subconsciously been trying to do for nearly two years.

"No, Fred!" Anita gasped, finally managing to break the embrace and push him away.

There were only inches between their bodies. His hands were around Anita's waist, trying to draw her back into contact with the prominent bulge in his prison trousers. Anita's hands were on his chest, her arms straight, attempting to fend him off. Cindy's eyes grew larger. Her gaze riveted itself on the man's tented loins. She couldn't look away from the evidence of his aroused masculinity. A shiver passed through her, and she gulped with the realization that she wanted to see him take out his hard-on and put it into her bitch of a stepmother. She yearned for visible proof which would confirm her conviction that Anita was grossly inferior to her real mother, that she wasn't good enough for her father.

"Come on, baby," Fred coaxed, easing her toward the couch. "I've been in here for months, busting my ass to prove I'm a good boy so they would make me a trusty and we could pull this off without a hitch. I need you, doll. Jesus, you don't know how many times I've fucked you in my dreams! Now you're here. You didn't make any effort to contact me, like you were instructed to do, but that doesn't matter. I know you didn't want to make waves. Hell, you've always been cautious, and usually right. But caution be hanged right now. Let me get you out of those clothes so we can catch up on what we've both been missing."

He pulled her down onto the couch with him, but Anita broke free and scooted to the other end. "We've got to talk, Fred," she insisted, smoothing her skirt down over her knees. "That's more important now, and you know it."

"Yeah," he grumbled, fishing out a cigarette and jabbing it.between his lips. "The cause comes first, and we need that nigger out so he and his clowns can do our dirty work and make it look like the system is falling apart." He struck a match and lifted the flame. He puffed the cigarette to life, looking past it at Anita with a lascivious gleam in his dark eyes. "Besides, you haven't been missing your fucking lately, have you, Anita? I guess old Warner has been humping you like a young bridegroom, hasn't he?"

"I'm married to him, Fred."

"Yeah," he said, shaking out the match and dropping it into an ashtray. "Don't forget to empty this after I leave. We don't want your husband getting suspicious, now do we?"

"No," she said, fidgeting nervously. "And I don't think we ought to do anything until after the escape."

"What?" he cried, and stabbed the cigarette into the ashtray, grinding it out after only a couple of puffs. "Why the hell not, I'd like to know!"

"Hush, Fred," she warned. "Don't talk so loud. You'll wake up Cindy!" She paused. He was waiting. She knew she'd have to tell him. Everything had changed for her. Her whole outlook on life was different now. Anita didn't want to go through with the prison escape. She didn't want anything more to do with the Communist Party. Fred Sheldon, an underground agent like herself, had been her lover, but she didn't want him back. She had a new lover-her own husband. She hadn't meant to fall in love with Roy Warner, but she had. Political ideology no longer held much interest for her. The subversion in which she'd worked with Fred, the long-range plan to foment a revolution which would bring Communism to the United States, all seemed like a childish game, now that she'd given her heart to a good man and learned the true meaning of love. She had to tell Fred, to beg him for her future if necessary, so she began cautiously. "I wouldn't feel right about it, Fred. Not in this house. Roy is a really nice guy. He loves me. He trusts me."

"So what? I trust you, too, Anita. And I loved you before you ever saw this damned prison guard. You and me, baby, we're a team. I'm a nice guy, too, remember? What's with you, anyway? You've put out for The Party before, and you've always been eager to jump back into the sack with me. What's so different this time?"

"I'm married this time, Fred," she whined. "I never went this far before. A quickie to get information from some clod is one thing, but I've been living with Roy!"

"Sure, that was the plan I sent out. I asked for you because you've got the looks and the experience to pull it off. Nothing's changed. You found your assignment and married him. You've set Lieutenant Warner up, and now we work as a team from here on. We're going to put the screws to your hubby, Anita. In his position, he can get Booker T. Reeves safely out of that cell with a key. That's what he's going to do. We'll use his kid to twist his arm. Warner is going to drive us right out of the prison, and if we play it cool, you, me and the mad nigger can be long gone before anyone even knows we've escaped. That's why you married him, wasn't it? That was the sole reason?" Fred asked in a threatening tone.

Anita shut her eyes. Her face screwed up as if she were in pain, and she nodded.

Cindy had to bite her lip to keep her teeth from chattering together. Now that she knew what their plan was, she realized she was very much in danger, and her father, too. She felt like climbing out the window and running to the warden, but she knew she couldn't. She had to stay and hear the rest of their plans, to learn how they intended to use her so she could tell her father. She knew he'd never go along with a prison break, but he wouldn't have to if she could tell him what Anita and the trusty were planning to do. They weren't ready to act yet. They were only talking, and she had to force herself to remain right where she was and listen to every word they said.

When she opened her eyes and met Fred's gaze, Anita was trembling and her face had taken on a pleading expression. "I guess I'd better level with you, Fred. I need your cooperation ... your help."

"This is what you need, baby," he said, unzipping his fly and taking out his erect cock. Fred slid down the couch and put his arm around Anita's shoulders. He took her hand and forced it to his stiff prick, making her hold it against her will.

"No, Fred . . : don't!" she protested, but it was a weak protest and Cindy could see that her stepmother was yielding and wrapping her slender fingers around the turgid column of solid male meat. Then Anita shook her head and jerked her hand away. "Let's talk," she gasped, her blue eyes gazing imploringly into his. "We've got a lot to talk about, and there are some things ... some things I have to tell you!"

"Hold my cock," Fred told her. "If you want to talk, you've got to hold my cock."

Anita made a strangled sound of frustration and put her hand back in his lap. She enclosed his dick in her trembling hand and began stroking it from force of habit.

"Ahh, that's better," he sighed. "I love you, Anita. It's been hell being locked up in here-not hearing from you or seeing you or anything. Go on, honey. What did you want to tell me?"

"I don't know how to say it," she began, and paused before she gulped and went on. "You've got to stop loving me, Fred," she blurted, her hand moving absently up and down the length of his penis, "because I've stopped loving you!"

He had leaned back on the couch, a smile playing over his face as he savored the pleasure of her soft hand on his hard lance. His smile vanished. He turned his head toward her, but Anita wouldn't meet his gaze. "You don't mean that, Anita," he said sullenly. "After all you and I've been through together, you just can't mean that."

"I do," she assured, taking her hand off his organ and getting to her feet. Thoughtfully, she paced the floor in front of the couch. "I was doing everything just like The Party said, following the plan you laid out shortly after Reeves was imprisoned here. Everything went perfectly. Then one morning-I don't know how it happened, Fred, or when exactly, but one morning I woke up and knew I couldn't go through with it. I didn't want to fall out of love with you or in love with Roy Warner, but I did, damn it! I'm sorry, but I did!"

"You just think you love him," Fred said hopefully. "Once it's over, once we get away from here, then you'll see the light. We'll take a vacation ... go away some place ... just the two of us. Anita, I need you, baby, now and for always! Don't do this to me!"

"I can't help it," she sighed tiredly, shrugging. "I do love the 'square', and I don't want to hurt him, Fred. I know it's crazy, but I'm stuck with it. Don't you think I've tried to talk myself out of it?"

Fred said nothing. He looked hurt, but it didn't affect the condition of his sexual equipment. He'd been too long' without female companionship, and just the sight of his lovely common-law wife was enough to maintain his arousal.

"I want out, Fred," Anita pleaded. "I want to live a simple life, here, with Roy and his little girl. I don't give a damn about politics any more. All I want is to be a wife to my husband and a mother to Cindy. Help me. Forget the escape. The Party doesn't need Reeves all that badly. Someone has to be leading the Black Rangers during his absence. Let whoever it is lead them to the Republican Convention. They'll be glad to slaughter the key officials for us-I mean The Party-with or without Booker T. Reeves. You'll have your confusion in Washington. You'll make your progress ... only leave me out of it. Tell The Party I didn't show up here, Fred. I beg you! Let them think I vanished into thin air. Please, Fred, if you love me ... if you ever have loved me, do this for me now! It's the only way to get them off my back. I've been an agent. I know too much about too many people, too many things, for them to let me quit. They'll kill me, Fred. They'll hunt me down and kill me! You know they will! I'm afraid-oh, God, I'm afraid-for myself as well as my husband and stepdaughter. You can help me, Fred. You can save my life. All you've got to do is tell them I didn't show up here. The Party will believe you. It'll end right there, and I'll be free!"

"It would have to be better than that," Fred said slowly, "but I suppose I could come up with a story they'd buy-if you're sure that's what you want."

"I'm positive," she said quickly. "Will you do it?"

He frowned. "It wouldn't work without Reeves, though, damn it. This is too big, too dangerous. It's almost like a suicide mission, and no one but Reeves could get the Rangers to do it."

"To hell with Reeves!" she said, flinging herself to her knees before him. "To hell with the Black Rangers and the Communists and Republicans! To hell with the master plan! Let it go this one time, Fred! For me! I'm begging you for my life! This isn't part of the long-range plan. It's your idea, and you'd never have thought of it if it weren't for the accident of Reeves being sent to the same prison you were already in. You call it on, and you can call it off. You know you can, Fred. Please, please do it ... for me!"

"I don't want to do it, Anita!" he retorted. "Don't you understand? I love you, and I want you for myself! I can't just give you to some slob of a prison guard!"

Anita wilted. She buried her face between his knees and began to cry.

"All right," he groaned, clasping her head and tilting her face upward. "I'll think about it, okay?"

Cindy saw her stepmother nod and heard her sniff several times in rapid succession. She didn't know what to think now. In a way, she felt sorry for Anita. But her own fear was too great for any real sympathy or concern for the woman. Anita was by her own admission a Communist agent, an evil person, and she'd gotten them into this frightening situation. The fact that she wanted to undo her wrongful deed was the only thing in Anita's favor, so far as the horrified Cindy was concerned. She might actually love Roy, as she claimed, but she wasn't fit to shine the shoes of a good man like her father, and Cindy was determined to expose her for what she was, no matter what the outcome of her pleading proved to be. Anita had apparently had a change of heart, but she could just as easily have another in the near or distant future, and Cindy wasn't going to take any chances. As soon as her father got home, she would tell him all.

Little by little, Fred drew Anita's tear-streaked face toward his loins. "If I'm going to do you a favor," he drawled, "I want one in return."

It wasn't necessary for Anita to ask what he wanted. His rosy-hued cockhead was only scant inches from her mouth by then, and she knew he was going to ask her to suck it. "No, Fred," she said, shaking her head in refusal before he could voice his request. "It wouldn't be right."

"Do it anyway," he urged, pulling her head closer to his bared organ. "Open your sweet mouth, baby."

"I can't," she wailed through barely parted lips. "I'm a married woman now ... and I love my husband!"

"Come off it, Anita. If I do what you want, your husband will have you from now on. That's all right by me. I love you despite the way you're throwing me over, but I won't try to keep you if you don't love me any more. You owe me one last time, though, honey, a good blowjob for old times' sake. I've been dreaming about it too long. You don't know what it's like to be locked up every night. I've got to have you. Otherwise, it's no dice. Come on, open that pretty mouth and suck me off. You've done it a hundred times, darling. What can once more hurt?"

"I shouldn't do it, Fred," she moaned, her full, soft lips brushing the slitted end of his glans as she spoke. "I can't! I ... I just ca ... no ... oh, noon!"

The conversation was ended for a while. Fred wasn't in the least interested in continuing it, and it was impossible for Anita to do so with inch after inch of her ex-lover's pecker slipping through the pink circle of her quivering lips and filling her moist oral cavern.

Cindy could" hardly believe her bulging eyes. The vile perversity to which her stepmother was submitting proved her to be even worse than Cindy had thought. She could hardly wait to tell her father about the disgusting thing Anita was doing.



2

DISGUST WASN'T THE ONLY EMOTION Cindy experienced, however. From her secret vantage point, she had an oblique view of the action on the living-room couch. She could see Anita's full lips parting and fitting themselves over the rounded end of the man's cock. Her lips pursed outward and caressed the exposed portion of the purplish glans, wrapping snugly around it and beginning to suck. Without realizing she was doing so, the peeping girl pursed her own lips slightly. A strange excitement welled up inside her. She shifted about and stared unblinkingly at the unnatural act being performed before her. A shiver tingled up her spine when she realized she wanted to see her stepmother take the convict's tool into her mouth, but not just so she could tell her father about it. Not now. There was something about the lewd act itself which fascinated her. The very perversity of it seemed suddenly appealing now that Anita was starting to go down on him.

Anita whimpered softly. She hadn't wanted to be unfaithful to her husband, but she really had no choice, and knew it. Now that the familiar-tasting prick was in her mouth, she knew she was going to enjoy sucking it, just as she always had. She thought of Roy, and what he would think if he saw her at that moment.

The flavor of Fred's masculine fluid spread over her reluctant tongue and seeped into her taste buds. She whimpered again, forgot all about Roy and lowered her head willingly, engulfing more than half of the tangy dong. Her eyes closed dreamily. Her cheeks sank inward from the force of her suction. Then she lifted her head slowly, letting her soft lips draw out obscenely around the sturdy shaft of the man she'd once loved. She took her mouth off the organ and opened her eyes. Her head hovered above his loins. With a trembling hand, she reached into his lap and enfolded the lower portion of his rod. Her blue eyes became smoky with desire as she pulled back his foreskin and licked her lips to ready them.

"Does it taste good, honey?" Fred asked, stroking her head lovingly and mussing her fuck-cut, honey-blonde hair.

"Yes, damn you," she breathed. "Oh, Fred, why did you have to do this to me? Why didn't you just leave me alone?"

"Because I love you," he told her.

"But I don't love you any more!" she whined in her frustration.

"Don't you?" he asked, placing the palm of his hand on the back of her head and pushing down till the bared head of his cock rested between her moist lips.

"No," she whispered, her tongue laving the taut, velvety skin of his prick.

He smiled confidently to himself as he fed his fat dick into her unresisting mouth. Then he leaned back, resting his head on the back of the couch, watching Anita prove she no longer loved him by starting to bob her head up and down on his meat. He didn't want to give her up, and he wouldn't if he could help it. Her marriage to the prison guard lieutenant had been purely Party business, a sacrifice which she'd been asked to make for the good of the cause. The separation which his own imprisonment had imposed had been difficult for them both, but it would soon be over and he would have Anita back. She was confused. All he had to do to straighten her out was give her a good fucking and make her realize that she still loved him, not the older husband she'd taken in the line of duty.

Fred's peter was every bit as sweet as Anita remembered it being, and the longer she sucked it the more she doubted herself. She loved going down on a juicy cock. Next to screwing, it gave her the biggest thrill of any sexual act. It had been a long time since she'd had one in her mouth. Her assignments without Fred hadn't involved sex, and she'd remained true to him until she was sent to seduce and marry Roy Warner to set up the escape. She'd longed to do this for Roy, but he'd never asked her and she was afraid he'd think her whorish if she suggested it. Now she had a big mouthful of Fred's lovely penis. It was harder than ever before, and she knew his balls were swollen with a great mass of pent-up jism. She wanted every drop. Her mouth watered as she thought of it squirting all thick and hot over her tongue and down her throat.

"Suck it, baby!" he croaked, his hands clenched into fists and his head lolling about.

"Mmmmm, mmm, mmm," she chanted as she plunged her head up and down faster and faster.

"Oh, Jesus, that's good!" he sighed, his hips beginning to thrust reflexively, driving his bloated cockstalk into her descending mouth and bumping the end of his sleek crown against the soft lining at the back of her straining throat.

Anita. flung her arms around his waist and hugged him tight. Love was only a word now. The more powerful emotion of lust was taking her over. Her husband was as absent from her mind as he was from their house. Fred was with her, and he was letting her suck his scrumptious dick. The young bride reveled in the delicious pleasure of the moment. Had her good husband walked in right then, she would not have been able to stop blowing Fred. She was a wanton cocksucker who hungered for the massive load she knew he had stored up for her, and she worked feverishly toward getting it. Her head pumped up and down furiously, moving much faster than he could thrust his hips. Her cheeks sank in and molded themselves around his turgid shaft. Her lips, puffy and glistening with saliva, distended outward with each upward motion of her blonde head, clinging lasciviously to his stalk as she raised up on it, then lunged down and made the spit-slick morsel of her desire disappear again and again.

"Anita!" he gasped. "Ohhhh ... oh, baby ... God, baby! Oh, shit! Nobody can suck it like you, darling!"

"Ooommm," she moaned, clasping the cheeks of his trousered butt and sucking all the more ravenously for her creamy reward.

Cindy's virgin pussy had begun tingling right away; now it was fairly dribbling the honeyed substance of her sweating cuntmouth. Listening to her father and stepmother make love through the wall had been torturous for her, but compared to this, it was nothing. The child didn't understand the intensity of her salacious reaction. All she knew was that she was terribly excited, and her budding young body felt as if it were burning up with fever.

The erotic sight of the inmate's gleaming organ fucking rapidly in and out of her stepmother's sucking mouth gave Cindy a tremendous illicit thrill. She knew what they were doing was wicked and perverse, a despicable, nasty thing, yet they both seemed to be enjoying it so much. It was confusing and upsetting for the inexperienced girl. Her naive mind reeled under the continuing assault of visual and auditory stimulation. She didn't want to watch any longer, because she knew it was doing something bad to her, but she simply couldn't rip herself away from the door. Keeping her eye glued to the keyhole, Cindy squirmed about in sensual discomfort and panted for air. She brushed a strand of her long, lustrous auburn hair out of her face, then spread her shaking legs and thrust her trembling hand under her pale-blue baby doll nightie. The narrow strip of nylon covering her cunt-mound was hot and slippery to the touch. It was soaked to capacity with the copious flow of her colorless cuntal nectar. Timorously she ran the balls of three fingers over the slickness of her panty crotch band, shivering with the delightful sensations which the feathery caressing of her blood-engorged vulva sent rippling up into her belly.

"I'm going to come, baby!" Fred announced in a passion-hoarse voice.

Anita heaved a pleasured moan and plunged her head down, taking all six inches of the throbbing prick into her mouth, not stopping till the twitching head was deep into the ringed portion of her throat and her puffed lips were pressed into the coarse hair surrounding the base of his pulsating rod. The zipper of his open fly chafed the corners of her mouth, but she was too far gone to notice. She swallowed rapidly around the pounding cock, making the ring of her throat pop caressingly back and forth over the ridge of his enlarged cockhead. Then she locked her lips around his thick shaft and sucked down on it greedily, drawing upward and allowing her lips to pull around the glistening tube of meat.

"Don't stop!" he cried, his eyes wild and wide, his chest heaving and his hips trying to follow her pleasure-giving mouth. "Ohhhh ... oh, Christ! Don't stop now!"

The lieutenant's wife put her hands on the convict's hips and pushed them back down to the couch, but she had no intention of stopping. She backed up his saliva-coated prick till only the erratically twitching head remained in her mouth. Then she sucked down voraciously, as if she were trying to vacuum his body-hugging nuts up his pole. Her smooth cheeks hollowed inward and began to quiver. Her sperm-starved tongue whipped maddeningly around and around the taut, reddish-purple skin of his sensitive glans.

In her mouth? Cindy felt like screaming. Is Anita going to let him shoot his stuff into her mouth?

Such a thing was totally incredible to the young virgin. To her prudish way of thinking, nothing in the world could be nastier for a woman than to let a male squirt his cream into her mouth. She'd been ready to believe the worst about her unwanted stepmother, but this was simply too filthy for words. She didn't want to think that even Anita would stoop so low as to suck the man all the way.

She is! Oh, God, she is going to! Cindy's uptight little mind realized when her saucer-like eyes saw that Anita had stopped with nearly two inches of the jerking cock still inside her suctioning mouth. I don't want to see it! I can't watch such a revolting thing!

But want to or not, she saw it. Because her eyes refused to close and her head was suddenly as unturnable as an ornamental ball welded atop a flagpole. Nor would her sinful hand obey her. It was between her legs, snaking under her panty crotch band, with the tips of her fingers racing around and around the slick inner surfaces of her hair-ringed pussy.

What's happening to me? she moaned inwardly. Ohhh ... oh, what's wrong with me?

Then the ball of her middle finger found the inflamed nub of her erect clitoris for the first time in her life, and all conscious thought was driven from the suffering girl's mind by a flood of irresistible sexual sensations. She rubbed the nerve-rich finger of flesh once and shivered with delight. She rubbed it again and sucked in her breath sobbingly. The third time she rubbed her pleasure button, it was unbearably good.

"Ohhh," she sighed aloud, forgetting herself as the muscles of her genitals tightened in pre-orgasmic readiness. "Ohhh ... ohhhh!"

There was no danger of her subdued sighs being overheard by the adults in the living room, however, for at that second the first jet of Fred's semen was bubbling up the tube of his pulsing prick toward Anita's hungry mouth, and his own climactic utterings were considerably louder and coarser than Cindy's almost fearful sighs.

It was the moment for which Anita had been waiting, and she welcomed the first forceful squirt of his pungent load when his thumping cock expelled it into her mouth. A thick stream of Fred's jism erupted from the expanded eye of his glans and painted Anita's pink tonsils with streaks of white. It was trickling down her throat when the second, less dynamically propelled jet of his viscous fluid shot upward and struck the roof of her mouth, sticking there for a split second before it pooled and fell like a limp rope onto her waiting tongue, there to lie until yet another gush of. his massive load washed over her taste organ and carried it along to the back of her spermy oral chamber.

Anita emitted a guttural groan of satisfaction and gulped down the male nectar of love which was so pleasing to her palate. He was giving her exactly what she craved, and she knew he had lots more of it where the first had come from. She sucked his cum-spewing cock as if her very life depended on it, trying to keep it flowing like a river while her throat worked spasmodically in an effort to swallow every drop.

It felt to Fred as if she were trying to suck the marrow right out of his bones, but he wasn't about to complain. This was the way he liked it, with her hot, sweet mouth on him, and her attempting to devour him as well as his juice. At last there was no necessity for dreaming of her adorable mouth, because it was surrounding the best part of his dick and he was pumping torrents of cum down her swan-like throat. She had almost become addicted to sucking his prick. Now she was having another taste of the liquid fruit from his masculine organs. He knew it would refresh her memory of the love they'd shared together; he only hoped it would give him the same old power over her he'd always had.

Because he'd been in prison for months, and denied sexual release all that time, Fred was a virtual reservoir of sperm. He was a cocksucker's dream come true, and at that moment the beautiful Anita was every inch a cocksucker. She gurgled joyfully and drank the pulsing flow of his fluid as his expanding and contracting dick sprayed it into her mouth with a fountain-like rhythm. It was like manna from heaven, and she couldn't get enough of it. She sucked his tool till it quit spewing the delectable substance under its own power, then she sucked all the harder until she'd drained it of its last, reluctant drops. Only then did she take her mouth off him and gaze up sultrily at his complacent face.

But Cindy failed to witness the completion of her stepmother's act. Her own excitement had caused her to lose her balance and topple away from the door. While Fred and Anita communicated via a locked gaze of smoldering love, the sexually awaking child lay flat on her back on the carpeted bedroom floor, with her trembling legs flung wide apart and her hand stuffed down inside her panties.

"Ohh, ohh, ohh," she cooed chantingly rubbing the fiery tip of her throbbing little clit like mad with the ball of her middle finger.

Cindy's first orgasm was sweeping over her, causing her to gasp for breath and thrash about. She thought she was going to die. Her insides felt as if they were ablaze. Her cunt lips were so glutted with blood they were aching. She feared something inside her might burst, but her fear was no match for the instinctive drive toward climactic release. There was no way she could have voluntarily stopped flicking her swollen pleasure button, and her adolescent mind was so fogged by lust that she didn't really know what she was doing to herself. She was in a state of masturbatory rapture, in which there was no room for clear, conscious thought.

Her clitoris began drawing back into her body in preparation for the explosion which was ready to take place in her virginal loins. Cindy became frantic as it disappeared, and she bore down with her fingertip, massaging furiously at the inverted V at the top of her pouting hairy hole. For a moment, as the tension within her mounted, she thought with alarm that she'd damaged herself and lost forever the ability to experience the exquisite torture she'd been giving herself.

Then her orgasm hit her, and because of her inexperience she had no way of knowing what was coming, no warning whatsoever. The first crashing waves of red-hot bliss churned around inside her. She sucked in her breath raggedly. Her mouth snapped open and her eyeballs rolled up into their sockets. A spine-tingling tremor washed through her, evoking a drawn-out groan of sheer ecstasy from between her quivering lips. Her young body quaked and jerked uncontrollably. It felt as if her soul was flooding out through the secretion-slick folds of the spasming slit between her thighs. She cupped one hand over the hot, fluttering cleft of her convulsing little snatch to hold in her soul and the other over her mouth to hold back the scream of her agonized ecstasy.

Anita and Fred were too wrapped up in each other to hear the faint sounds which drifted out from Cindy's bedroom. His prick was still hard as a rock, but now that he'd had one of Anita's expert blowjobs the urgency of his desire was less demanding. He noted with relief it was not the same with Anita. By the smoky-blue color of her glassy eyes he knew she was dying for him to divest her of her clothes and slip his rod into her man-eating pussy, to ride her to the heights of bliss which they'd explored many times together.

"Tell me you don't love me any more, Anita," he said softly. "Tell me now, darling, and I'll believe you."

She blinked up at him from her kneeling position. Her mouth worked silently a couple of times before she gave up and sighed. She couldn't say it, and Fred knew he still had a certain amount of power over her.

"You do love me, don't you, baby?" he asked, allowing a smug little smile to spread over his face.

She nodded and licked her sperm-slick lips.

"Say it," he coaxed. "I want to hear the words."

"I love you," she said obediently, feeling a bittersweet stab of pain in the vicinity of her heart as she thought of her husband. "Oh, God, Fred, what am I going to do?"

"Nothing's changed between us, has it?"

"No," she answered, shaking her head. "Nothing."

"We can take up where we left off when I got sent up. Would you like that, baby?"

"More than anything," she sighed.

"Then you should know what you've got to do. It'll be a year or more before they'll even consider me for parole. The escape is still on. It's the only way, honey. We've got to go through with it just like I laid it out. The Party is depending on us. We can't let ourselves go soft. The cause is more important than any individual, us included, and you ought to know that."

She nodded. "But I don't want to hurt Roy or Cindy. Promise me they won't be harmed, Fred. Please, darling!"

"Of course they won't be harmed. What purpose would it serve? Have I ever ripped anyone off unnecessarily? Come on now, Anita, you know me better than that. There's no reason to hurt them, so we won't. I promise."

"What if Roy won't do it?"

"He will," Fred said confidently. "He'll go right into that maximum security section and open the cell and lead Reeves to us. Then you and Roy will get in his camper, with Reeves and me holding Cindy as hostage in the back, and Roy will drive us right out of here to freedom. There's no need for him to know we're Communist agents, or that The Party is going to use Reeves and his Black Rangers for political butchery, so we won't tell him. And he doesn't know I won't actually hurt his kid, so I can threaten to do it and make him believe I would, can't I?"

"I ... I guess so."

"That's the girl!" he exclaimed, leaning over and kissing her on the tip of her cute nose. "Have you got the car and the clothes stashed away?"

She kissed his lips before she answered. "They're at a fishing cabin. I rented it. It was the best place I could find near the route you wanted to take. It's about twenty minutes from here, and fairly well isolated."

"Good work, baby! I knew I could depend on you. How about the guns?"

"I've got the automatic rifles in the trunk of the car. The two pistols you wanted are hidden here in the house."

"Loaded?"

She nodded. "And an extra box of cartridges, just in case."

"How about ammo for the rifles?"

"Two hundred rounds for each," she said. "I've set everything up just like you said, honey. I hope there's not any shooting, though."

"There won't be. Not if it comes off the way I expect it to. I guess we're all set then, huh?"

"Let's do it today, Fred," Anita said, fearing she would become confused again and have second thoughts about going through with the escape if she had to spend another night with her husband. "Cindy's at home and you're here. Why don't you just stay till Roy gets home and then we can make him go right back for Booker."

"Uh-uh," he said, shaking his head. "It wouldn't work, baby, for several reasons. I've got to get word to the mad nigger so he'll be ready. He's agreed to do what we want, so there's no problem once we get him out. But I want him to play it cool and be quiet for a couple of days before we send Lieutenant Warner in there to bring him out for some 'secret FBI questioning.' I don't want them putting any leg irons on him. If we should run into trouble, it would slow him down too much. We might lose him, and we don't want to do that after going to all this effort to bust him out. We need the favor he promised his Black Rangers would give us.

"Besides, if I don't get back to that work detail, they'll know something's up. They'll double the guards and tighten the security. They'll check everything that comes in or goes out of that outside gate, and we can't have that. Me and Booker T. are going to be in the back of Warner's camper, with his kid, and guns. Normally they don't check any of the guards out there, especially the officers. Your bridegroom carries a lot of weight around here. I've watched him drive up to those gates and be waved through lots of times. They've never checked his vehicle while you've been with him, have they?"

"No," she admitted. "They just open the gates and flag us through."

"Good. And they won't check his camper when we go out, either, as long as we do it fast, before anyone wises up to what's going on. That's the reason I had you marry him, honey. Because he can drive us out of here, and because he's vulnerable through his kid. It'll go smooth as silk, Anita, so quit worrying. We'll make good our escape and be long gone before anyone here at the prison even knows there's been an escape."

"I hope it works out that way," she said, already becoming anxious over the possibility that Roy or Cindy might get hurt if something went wrong and they ran into resistance.

Fred glanced into the kitchen and checked the time on the wall clock. "I've only got a few more minutes," he told her. "A guy is covering for me, but the guard will be around for his routine check in about a half-hour. Why don't we go into the bedroom and get out of our clothes so we can make the most of the next twenty minutes or so?"

Anita stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse. She kicked off her shoes as she unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms, baring the twin mounds of her large breasts to his admiring gaze. "We'd better do it here, darling," she cautioned. "I've got a sneaking suspicion that Cindy can hear most everything that goes on in the bedroom, and it wouldn't do to wake her. Hurry and strip for me!"

"Damn right," he said, and began shucking off his prison garb.

"Tell me when you want me to be ready, Fred, so I can have Cindy here and the pistols handy," Anita said, pushing her skirt and half-slip past her flared hips and letting them fall silently down her long, tapering legs to bunch around her bare feet.

"The kid will have to be here," he replied, flinging away his heavy work shirt and skinning his sweaty T-shirt off. "She's the key to the whole setup. Tomorrow, baby. I'll lay it all out in my head today and tonight, and I'll get word to that crazy jungle bunny. When we're painting your house tomorrow, I'll slip in for a minute and tell you when to have your bag packed."

Anita hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her red panties and whisked them down her legs as she nodded acknowledgment of his statement. Then she kicked her briefs away along with the rest of her clothes and stood before him in a magnificent state of nudity. Un-like most women, Anita was more beautiful bare-assed than in a flowing, filmy negligee. Her creamy white skin was flawless, her body as shapely and appealing as any of Hollywood's sex goddesses.

3

CINDY HAD RECOVERED FROM HER first orgasm-shaken but rather pleased despite the nagging guilt over what she'd done to herself-and had resumed her voyeuristic post at the keyhole in time to hear the important parts of their escape plan. There was no longer any need for her to spy on them, she knew. All she would have to do was tell her father what she'd seen Anita do to the convict and give him the details of their evil scheme, and there was no doubt in her mind what he would do about it. He would have Anita arrested. There would be no prison escape. Even more importantly, there would be no killing of political leaders at the upcoming convention. Booker T. Reeves would still be locked in his cell, and her father would warn the Republicans of the subversive Communist plot, so they could be prepared for trouble, just in case.

The very security of the nation itself was at stake, and Cindy shivered at the realization that she might be the only one who could prevent a disaster which might well rock the foundation of America. She and her father, that is, because she knew he would take care of everything once she told him what she'd just learned.

We might even be heroes, she thought, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing out as a surge of patriotism rose in her and made a lump in her throat. Oh, wow, wouldn't it be something if the President called Daddy and me to the White

House and gave us a decoration!

But the youngster remained kneeling at the door, with her wide eye peering through the keyhole and her heart palpitating in her excited chest. She realized the true danger of her position now, and she was trembling all over. Fear for her safety was partly to blame for the involuntary quaking of her budding body, but curiosity also played a part, as did a keen sense of anticipation over what Anita and the man she called Fred were doing in the living room. They were taking off their clothes, and Cindy saw with fascinated alarm that his thing was still big and hard.

They're going to do it! she thought, feeling a tingle in her juicy little cleft. They're going to do it right there on the couch!

She knew she shouldn't watch them have intercourse, because of the way their perverted sexual act had affected her, but she knew she was going to anyway. The excuse she gave herself was flimsy-that she had to watch and listen because they might do or say something else important concerning the prison break-but it satisfied her conscience and allowed her to feel justified in keeping her eye to the keyhole and her dainty ears cocked for every sound.

Actually, all she wanted at the moment was to see them balling, though her strait-laced mind wouldn't stand for such an honest admission. But fooling herself as she did, she could stare guiltlessly at the man's erect cockshaft, the very sight of which gave her a deliciously lewd thrill, since it was the first hard dick she'd ever seen.

His foreskin was drawn back, revealing the rosy, bulging head which Anita had kept hidden in her mouth before. The entire length of his tool was still shining wetly with its coating of saliva. Puffy, bluish veins stood out along the thick, slightly curved shaft which angled boldly upward from the dense patch of coarse, dark hair at the bottom of his flat abdomen. Cindy recalled how passionate Anita had been when she'd had it in her mouth, and the naturally curious child couldn't help wondering how it might taste. She imagined having it in her own mouth and licked absently at her lips. Then she jerked her tongue back inside her mouth and shivered with a mixture of sensuality and self-censure.

She watched the naked, slender man-who was only a few inches taller than Anita's statuesque five-foot-four body-draw her stepmother into his arms and embrace her while they stood beside the couch. She saw the inflamed bulb of his penis press intimately into the flesh of Anita's soft, slightly rounded lower abdomen and make a depression in her smooth skin before the hard spear snapped upward and was lost from Cindy's sight between their bodies. Cindy watched them French kissing and undulating against one another, and she found herself once again squirming in sensual discomfort.

The trusty looked to be only a couple of years older than Cindy's stepmother, and Cindy couldn't help thinking that they made a very attractive couple, especially standing there in a nude embrace. Of course she knew they were Communist agents and therefore vicious enemies of everything she and her father held dear, but that didn't seem too important to her at the moment. Anita was soft and blonde, even her cunt, and her skin was so fair; whereas he looked hard and had a sparse covering of dark-brown hair all over his body.

Do it! Cindy felt like shouting. Get on the couch and do it now! She'd never seen anyone fuck, only heard it through the bedroom wall, and she was eager to have them start.

She didn't have long to wait. As soon as the tongue-sucking kiss ended, Anita lay down on the couch and held out her arms to the man. She spread her legs wide, leaving one foot on the floor and hooking the heel of the other over the back of the couch. Cindy could see everything Anita had. The lips of her mature cunt were every bit as pink as the nipples of her large breasts. Even her anus was pink, and it stood out like a tiny rosebud between the fleshy globes of her parted buttocks.

Cindy could tell that her father's wife was hot and bothered. Anita couldn't be still, couldn't wait for the man to get on her and put his stiff penis into her swollen, wet vulva. The blonde hair surrounding her stepmother's cunthole was limp with the moisture of her desire, stuck to her oily-looking flesh and glittering in the sunlight which filtered through the closed curtains of the window behind the. couch.

"Come on, Fred," Anita urged, her hips rolling and her arms held out toward him beckoningly. "I need you, honey!"

"You're beautiful," he breathed. "I'd forgotten just how beautiful." He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her wide-splayed legs.

"Ohhhh ... ohhhhhh!" she cried, her fingers disappearing into his hair as she clasped his head tightly to her loins. "Yes, darling! Yesss! Eat me! Ahhhh! Make me come; I'm almost there already! Ohhh ... oh, God!"

After seeing her stepmother take the man's penis into her mouth and suck it, Cindy wasn't quite so shocked by Fred's sudden action. She knew he had his mouth on Anita's sex, even though she couldn't see what he was doing to her. She could imagine, though, and she pictured him sucking the pink cunt lips and licking into their center with his tongue. Whatever he was doing, she knew it must feel awfully good, because Anita's face was all .distorted and she was moaning constantly. There was no mistaking the guttural tone of her outcries. She loved having his mouth on her down there. The pleasure of it seemed to be driving her nearly out of her mind.

Cindy could feel the juices beginning to bubble inside her own virginal hole again, and she felt like putting her hand back under her nightie and rubbing it some more.

I mustn't, she thought. It's dirty to do that! I mustn't ever abuse myself again! Resisting the temptation to caress herself, she made her small hands into fists and bit her lower lip.

Wet sounds of kissing and sucking mingled with Anita's breathy sighs and penetrated through the door to bombard Cindy's alert ears. It was tormenting for her, but delicious and exciting. The nasty urge to touch herself between her legs grew stronger, and she felt herself weakening. She knew she should get up and walk over to her bed, where she couldn't see the sordid goings on in the living room, and put her hands over her ears so she couldn't hear the lascivious utterings of Anita's adulterous pleasure. But she didn't. The very air around her was charged with sensual electricity, and the fucking couple on the couch held her spellbound. She knew she was going to stay right there and watch everything they did, no matter how depraved and vulgar they became.

"My clit, baby!" Anita rasped, pulling his hair and rocking her snatch against his face. "Get my clit! Suck it! Tongue it! Ohhhh ... oh, I'm almost there! Push me ... ahhhh ... push me over!"

Fred captured her throbbing pleasure button and sucked it out from her body, drawing it into his mouth. He tongued her inflamed clit furiously, until Anita began twitching and jerking and sobbing brokenly.

"Now!" she squealed, her hands lifting to her breasts and massaging them roughly as her body arched upward with the onset of her orally induced climax. "Now! Ohhh ... ohhhhh ... oh, God, God, God! I'm coming, Fred! Coming ... COMING!"

In the sweet agony of her orgasm, Anita forgot herself and cried out her bliss.

It was then, her senses being assailed by the erotic sight and sounds, that Cindy felt something inside her melt. Her shaking hand dipped under her nightie as if it had a mind of its own, and she let it.

She parted her legs and touched her dribbling little pussy through the secretion-soaked crotch band of her nylon panties.

"Ahhh, ahh," she sighed along with her stepmother as she applied pressure to her feverish cuntmouth and stroked it rapidly. "I can't help it!" she muttered under her breath. "I can't help it!"

If she hadn't heard her stepmother gasp, "Cindy! My God, I forgot about Cindy!" she wouldn't have noticed the nude woman jump up from the couch and hurry toward her room with her big tits bouncing and swaying, and with the man right behind her. But Cindy did hear her, and she sprang up, whirling about. Just in time, she leaped into bed and drew the cover up over her panting body.

The doorknob turned almost silently. Cindy rolled quickly onto her stomach in one fluid motion and lay sprawled out as if in deep sleep, her face away from the door. The door inched open. Cindy bit her tongue and held her breath. She forced her fear-filled body to quit shaking and lie perfectly still.

Anita stuck her head into the room. Over the sound of her wildly thumping heart, Cindy could hear the hissing of the woman's labored breathing. Her own lungs were about to burst, but she didn't dare take a breath. The man might hear her. It seemed to the panic-stricken child that the door was never going to close again. But finally she heard her stepmother heave a sigh of relief and then it did click shut.

The stale air rushed from her lungs and she gulped in fresh, letting herself go now that the moment of her immediate danger was past. She shook like a fragile autumn leaf in a gust of wind, realizing that she herself had come dangerously close to being ripped off. Anita might not want to hurt her, but she was afraid Fred would kill her if he thought it necessary to his cause.

"Well?" she heard him ask tensely.

Anita's answer was barely audible, and she sounded truly relieved. "It's all right. Cindy's still sound asleep. I thought she was about over the flu, but I guess maybe I was wrong. The medicine wouldn't knock her out so far if she was well."

I am well, you bitch! Cindy thought, using the sheet to wipe the beads of cold sweat off her forehead. Just wait till Daddy gets home-then you 'll be the one who's sweating!

Now that she'd attained a measure of release from her sexual tension, Anita's mind was being bombarded with a flood of related but disconnected thoughts. She thought of her husband and felt regret over what she'd just done. She thought of Fred, comparing him to Roy Warner and finding that he didn't really measure up to Roy in any significant way. She thought of the two entirely different lives which lay ahead of her, and found that the one with Roy was again more appealing than the one Fred was offering. She thought of the escape and what might happen if Roy refused to cooperate, and she shivered. She knew that Fred-who was in prison for a deathless bombing incident-had killed before and could again, and that if Roy forced him to it he would kill her husband and stepdaughter. She realized then how dear they had both become to her in the short time she'd lived with them, and she knew that she couldn't go through with the prison break, after all.

But how could she tell Fred, who held the power of life and death over her? All he had to do was get word to The Party leaders that she'd fallen for Joe America and was dangerously close to spilling everything she knew to the FBI, and she would be a dead woman. How could she make him understand that she wouldn't, that all she wanted was to be left alone? She feared that she probably couldn't now, after what had just happened between them. He would realize how confused she was about her values, and that very confusion was a threat to several key agents with whom she'd worked in the past. She needed time to be alone, so she could weigh everything and come to a rational decision' without either Fred or Roy being present to influence her thinking.

"Hadn't you better go now?" she asked, stopping a couple of feet in front of where he was sitting on the couch.

"like this?" he grinned, taking his stiff cock in his hand and patting the cushion beside him. "I've got about ten more safe minutes. Come here. It's time for us to catch up on some of the fucking we've been missing."

"I don't think we should, Fred. I don't think we ought to take the chance with Cindy in the house," she protested, when the real reason she didn't want to ball him was that she didn't want to be any more unfaithful to her husband than she already had. She knew that Fred had worked the old magic on her, and that he could do it again in spite of the fact that she loved Roy, because there was no denying that she still loved Fred, too.

Anita had been seduced by Fred when she was a gullible college freshman. The love he claimed for her was real, but that hadn't stopped him from bending her and using her, because he was a dedicated subversive and used everyone and everything he could to further The Party's cause. He had sucked her into the Communist Party and made an agent of her before she'd realized the game was for keeps and that there was no backing out. She had given her heart to Fred and her body to The Party, which had made frequent use of her beauty and seductive charms to gain valuable information and set up pigeons in high places for future use under the threat of exposure.

Part of her heart still belonged to Fred, but most of it was now the property of Roy Warner, and she wanted her body back from The Party. Political ideology had once been a powerful motivating force in her life, but no longer was that so. Now she was simply a woman in love, caught in the age-old dilemma of being forced to choose between two men who were as different from one another as night is from day.

She stood looking down at Fred, at his handsome face, at his lean body which was the first she'd ever explored, at his erect organ, the sweet taste of which lingered on in her mouth, with his copious sperm glowing warmly in her stomach. When he reached out and grasped her wrist, tugging downward, her weak knees buckled and she found herself kneeling before him in a state of confusion. When he cupped her head and pulled it toward his loins, she whimpered softly and licked her lips. When he fed his cock into her mouth, she moaned with frustration and sucked it eagerly, yielding to the familiar magic and losing herself again.

"That's enough, sweetheart," he said a moment later, stopping Anita's wildly bobbing head and toppling her onto the carpeted floor. "We're running out of time. I'm going to fuck you now."

"Yes!" she yelped, rolling onto her back and spreading herself for him. As he knelt between her legs and lowered himself atop her, Anita thought of Roy and felt a sharp stab of shame. But when the rounded tip of Fred's turgid instrument wedged into the yawning opening of her blonde-thatched cunt, she threw her arms around him and cried, "Now, darling! Now! Give it to me hard and fast! Fuck me, Fred ... Oh, fuck me deep!"

Back at the door, her eye being drawn to the keyhole as if by some invisible magnetic force, Cindy peeped into the living room just in time to see the convict's muscular buttocks tensing for the downward lunge. Their position gave her an unobstructed view of the erotic action. Looking up between their legs, she saw that half of the man's purplish knob was already lodged into the soft pink crack of her stepmother's crotch. Then his buttocks contracted forcefully, and an obscene thrill rippled through Cindy at the sight of his spit-slick shaft parting Anita's fluttering flesh and sinking into her belly. There was a ragged intake of breath, Cindy's as well as Anita's, then a resounding smack caused by .Fred's heavy balls swinging forward and slapping into the milk-white valley of Anita's quivering ass.

"Ahhhhh!" Anita cried sighingly.

The pleasured sound of womanly surrender filled Cindy's ears and brought a fresh flow of virgin's syrup down from the depths of her steaming little pussy. The hot oil of desire oozed out through her pouting slot and seeped into the sparse, reddish-brown, curly hair surrounding it.

"Do you love me?" Fred asked, grinding his crotch against Anita's soft blonde cunt-mound and swabbing the sensitive mouth of her womb with his velvety cockhead.

"Mmmmm, mmm, mmm!" was all Anita seemed able to say.

"Tell me, baby!"

"Love you!" she moaned. She hugged him tightly and drew up her legs till her knees nearly touched her shoulders. "God yes, I love you! I always have, darling! I always will! Fuck me! Oh, Fred, it's been so long! Give it to me, baby! Ohhhhh ... give it to meeee!"

Using long, measured strokes, he began fucking into her smoothly and swiftly. His rump arced steadily, his hairy buttocks contracting and relaxing as he drove his prick into her slippery depths again and again.

"It's good! Oh, damn ... so good!" Anita cried, her bare feet dancing high in the air and her head lolling limply from side to side.

Cindy put both hands under her nightie this time. Her panties were smothering her. She had to get them off. She stood up quickly and skinned them down her shaking legs, then dropped back to the floor with her knees wide apart and riveted her demanding eye to the compelling keyhole once again.

When she looked again at the couple, she saw that her stepmother had lowered her legs and locked them over the humping trusty's. Anita was working with him now, helping him do it to her. Her hands were on the cheeks of his pistoning ass, her fingers gouging at his flesh as she jerked at him and hunched her snatch up to meet his every thrust. The illicit sight of her father's wife so thoroughly and joyously giving herself to another man sent a savagely depraved thrill coursing through the teenage girl. The adulterous union looked utterly delicious, even to her inexperienced eye, and Cindy felt that somehow she herself was betraying her father by wanting them to go on screwing and screwing so she could see it all and savor the bittersweet torture swirling around in her unsullied loins.

The agitated child was only dimly aware of her subconscious urge to take her stepmother's place beneath the inmate so she could have his hard organ plunging into her own pulsating little gash. All she knew was that she felt a terrible need for something, a longing to experience some of the sheer bliss mirrored in Anita's lust-racked face.

Her plushy little pussy was fairly begging to be penetrated by something long, cylindrical and hard. The only thing available to her was her trembling hand, and her middle finger seemed to know it was going to receive the honor, because it started stiffening and twitching even before Cindy caressed up the moist inner surface of her silky right thigh and brought the extended fingertip into the coral slit of her hair-ringed twat.

A sense of expectancy pulsed through her at the slightest touch to her swollen, slippery cunt. She knew what she was doing was wrong. It didn't matter. She was too hot and bothered to care. She felt like she'd die if she didn't get something inside her fluttering vagina, something that would go all the way into her and give her a sense of being filled, as her hypnotic gaze told her Anita was being filled by the man's fat dick.

"Oh, oh!" she sighed, inserting her middle finger to the first joint into her superheated orifice and searching for an opening in her hymen.

The crescent-shaped veil of her purity yielded enough to permit her slender finger to slip past. Feeling lightheaded and dizzy, Cindy cautiously sank more and more of her finger into her body, till at last her sweat-damp palm was clamped firmly to the puffy mound above her hairy slit and she had impaled herself on the full thrilling length of her wriggling finger.

The sensation it gave her was incredibly good. Her face screwed up till it was all out of its usual pretty shape. One of her eyes clenched shut and the other-the one through which she was peeping-narrowed down to a mere slit. She could see Anita and Fred still going at it, fucking each other crazily, and she began waggling her fully inserted finger around in the slippery depths of her hot velvet tunnel.

Fuck her, you dirty convict! the lust-lost child felt like yelling. Ohhhh ... oh, fuck the slut to death! How could you do it, Anita? How could you treat my father in this wicked way? Oh, Daddy ... poor Daddy!

Cindy had never been niore confused in her life. Only a tiny part of her was still clinging to her righteous indignation over the outrageous conduct of her new stepmother; the rest of her, her mind as well as her body, vibrated wantonly to the fascinating sight of their furious act of intercourse and longed to see it go on and on and on.

Seconds later, however, the heat of her own pleasure became too great for her budding body to bear. The soft walls of her snug snatch started trying to eat her stroking finger. She rammed it in palm-deep and shuddered violently. Her mouth fell open and her eyes snapped shut. Her compact little butt plopped down onto the soles of her bare feet and she slumped backward till her firm, aching titties strained against the wispy material of her nightie and the ends of her lustrous auburn hair brushed the floor.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned, her body quaking with the onset of her second climax, which was already more intense than the first. "Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh!"

And Cindy wasn't the only one who'd attained the mindless realm of orgasmic ecstasy. Anita lay shuddering and sobbing on her back, with her arms and legs sprawled outward and flailing erratically about.

"I'm coming!" she groaned. "Oh, God, Fred! Now, darling! Shoot it! Ohhhh ... oh, shoot it into meeee!"

The strong walls of Anita's sheath clamped rhythmically around his pistoning dick, making his testicles draw up against his groin and once there offer up their contents of bubbling sperm in tribute to her convulsing twat.

"Ungli, unghhh!" he grunted, and lunged into her right up to the hilt, his hot cream gushing into her in geyser-like streams.

"DAMN, DAMN, DAMN!" she cried, her head flung back and her heels beating the floor. "OH, GOD, FRED! COME, BABY!"

Cindy didn't see her stepmother shuddering uncontrollably or hear her sobbing brokenly, because she was doing the same things on a smaller scale herself, both of them riding out their moments of orgasmic fulfillment. The only thing Anita got which Cindy didn't was a cuntful of cum, and the instant the woman's ardor began to cool she wished she hadn't received the thrilling inundation of her ex-lover's hot cream. She suffered a rush of shame for cuckolding her unsuspecting husband so passionately and completely.

When Fred withdrew his prick from her sated snatch, Anita lay on the floor mentally berating herself for what she'd done. She stared up at Fred through tear-misted eyes, watching him get dressed as his cum oozed out of the swollen red gash between her legs and trickled down the crack of her quivering rump. In a different and more serious way, Anita felt every bit as confused and guilty as her young stepdaughter.

"I can't go through with it, Fred," she told him, summoning up all her courage. "What just happened doesn't change anything. We got carried away, is all. I do love you. I guess I can't deny that now, can I? But I love Roy more, and I'm not going to put his life in danger by helping you bust that goddamned nigger out of here."

Fred frowned and buckled his belt. He was completely dressed now. "You don't know what you're saying, baby. Once we're away-"

"I do know what I'm saying," she interrupted. Her voice was cool and determined,-but she held her arm across her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at him. "Tell The Party if you have to, but they won't kill me. I'll stay inside this house and never go out of the prison for the rest of my life, if it comes to that. Now I'd like for you to go. And please don't come back, because it won't do you any good. I won't let you in or even talk to you."

"I'll sacrifice you to the cause if you push me to it, Anita," he warned.

"You weren't listening, Fred," she told him tiredly. "I said I'm not going out of the prison ever again, and The Party can't get to me as long as I'm in here."

"And you're not thinking very straight, baby," he retorted, his voice edged with hurt and mounting anger. "There's no school inside the prison, is there? Your precious little stepdaughter will have to go outside the prison, won't she? Now you listen, and listen good. You're going to do exactly what I tell you, Anita. Because if you won't, I'll get word out and the kid will be butchered on her way home from school. Have you got that?"

"You wouldn't!" she yelped, sitting up.

"You know damned well I would. I've never made an idle threat in my life."

Cindy heard none of this. She had dragged herself into bed and fallen into an exhausted slumber.

"Let me think, Fred," Anita said pleadingly, trying to stall for time. "Give me a week." He shook his head.

"A few days then! Please, Fred! A few days won't matter!"

"No way," he said coldly. "I'll knock on your back door tomorrow. You answer my knock, do you hear? We're going through with the plan just the way I laid it out. I'll tell you when tomorrow."

Anita started shivering with fear. Silent tears overflowed her blue eyes and trickled down her rosy cheeks. The salty tears were as much for Cindy and Roy as for herself, and they ran so freely that they streaked the soft mounds of her lovely pink-tipped breasts.

Against his better judgment, Fred relented enough to offer the only woman he'd ever loved an out. "Do it, Anita. Help me break that black sonofabitch out of here and I'll fix it so The Party will never bother you again. I swear it, baby. This is the last I'll ever ask of you."

She wanted to believe him. She knew he could do it if he would, but she didn't know if she ought to trust him. He'd never made any idle threats, that was true, but he had lied to a lot of people a lot of times in order to get them to do what he wanted. She had no real way of knowing whether or not he was lying to her now.

"How do I know I can trust you?" she sniffled.

"I've never lied to you," he said, as if he'd read her mind, "and I'm not lying to you now."

"I don't know, Fred!" she whined. "I don't know anything any more!"

"You really don't have any choice, baby."

This sobered her somewhat, because she knew it was true. If she refused to cooperate, Cindy was as good as dead. "If I do go along with you, what about Roy and Cindy?"

"They'll live," he said. "I'll rough them up if I have to, but I give you my word that I won't kill either of them."

"And I'll be free-completely free?"

"That's the deal."

She nodded reluctantly. "All right. You can count on me. I'll do it. I just hope to God I can count on you."

He smiled ruefully at her. She was falling all the way back into the trap from which he'd so gradually freed her years before. "You poor misguided little fool," he said, feeling sorry for her. "You can depend on me. I'll live up to our agreement." With that, he turned and walked out of the house.

Anita sat nude on the floor for a long time after he'd left the house. Then she got up and dressed, and tiptoed into Cindy's room. For several moments she stood beside the bed, gazing down at the innocent, sleeping child whose life she hoped to save.

4

CINDY WAS READY WHEN HER FATHER got home from work that afternoon. Several minutes before it was time for him to arrive, she put on her robe and mules and stationed herself at her bedroom window. The convicts had almost finished painting the outside of the captain's house next door, and they had knocked off to return to the trusties' barracks and clean up for the evening meal. The house was similar to the one Cindy lived in, except it was larger: It had three bedrooms instead of two, and a den. Compared to the wet coat of sparkling new white paint, the remaining unpainted portion of the clapboard siding looked gray and dull, but Cindy barely noticed the improvement.

A much more serious matter than the appearance of the captain's house was on her troubled young mind. She was staring far past it, at the prison's perimeter fence. It was a high wire fence, with three strands of wicked barbed wire at the top, angled in toward the prison at forty-five degrees. A man couldn't possibly climb over it; even if he could touch it. Which he couldn't, because the fence was charged with electricity. It was also wired with an alarm system, just in case anyone who was knowledgeable about electricity attempted to wear rubber gloves and shoes and take a bolt cutter to it to make an escape hole.

But Cindy wasn't thinking of these technical details. She was merely staring at the fence, thinking of the gate which she couldn't see from her bedroom window, shuddering at the thought of her father being forced to drive through it and help those dreadful people escape. She hated her stepmother with a vengeance now, and she was still stunned by the vulgar sexual things Anita had done with the trusty. To make matters worse, she felt terribly ashamed for becoming aroused to the point of abusing herself. Looking back on it, she realized how disgustingly she herself had behaved, and the guilt of her solitary sin weighed heavily on her fourteen-year-old shoulders.

I must have been insane! she thought, closing her eyes and shaking her head. She wondered where the pistols were hidden. In the house somewhere, Anita had told Fred. It didn't really matter. She would get her father off in private and tell him about their dastardly plan, and he would make Anita turn the guns over to him. She could hear the bitch out in the kitchen preparing supper, and it made her angry to know that her intelligent father had been taken in by such a scheming whore.

She saw her father walking toward the house, and her heart started beating faster. There was no reason for her to be so edgy, she knew, and she scolded herself for it. Anita was the one who should be nervous, not she, but the hussy didn't know it yet. Cindy hadn't tipped her hand. She'd gotten up for lunch when Anita had called her and had eaten at the table with the adulteress. She had even talked to her as if nothing had happened. Anita had asked a couple of clever questions, feeling her out to learn if Cindy had seen or heard anything of her evil doing that morning; but Cindy had been smart enough to pretend ignorance and give a casual laugh when she informed her that she'd slept the entire morning through. No, Anita didn't suspect that she knew. Cindy supposed the beautiful but wicked blonde was still smugly planning to help her lover spring their trap and pull off the escape. But now Cindy had a trap of her own, and when she heard her father mounting the front steps she hurried across her room to spring it and catch Anita, before she would have a chance to trap her and her father.

Anita beat Cindy to the front door. When the girl stepped from her bedroom, her father was just entering the door and Anita was rushing toward him with a big happy smile on her face. Cindy drew back and stood in her doorway, frowning.

"Darling," Anita bubbled, flinging herself into the arms of her well-built, five-foot-eleven husband. "I've been thinking of you all day long," she cooed, lifting her face and pursing her lips for a kiss.

Cindy cringed when she saw her beaming father take the lying bitch into his arms and give her a big hug and a kiss. How can Daddy be so blind? If he'd seen her sucking that inmate's penis, he wouldn't be kissing her like that! You'll know about it, Daddy, and just as soon as I can get you alone!

"Well, I guess the honeymoon's not over yet," Roy quipped, rubbing noses with Anita as he patted her well-packed behind;

"Not by a long shot," she sighed. She took off his uniform cap and ran her hand over the salt-and-pepper brush of his crew-cut hair. "Come on," she said, taking him by the hand.

She led him to his favorite chair and sat him down in it. Then she knelt before him and took off his shoes.

"What did I ever do to deserve an angel like you?" he asked sighingly, when she began massaging his tired, stockinged feet.

Anita laughed softly. "That feels pretty good, does it?"

Her father sighed and closed his eyes, and Cindy wanted to shout, Don't, Daddy! Don't let her fool you like that! She's not an angel! She's evil and cunning!

"How's Cindy?" Roy asked. His chair was positioned so that neither he nor Anita could see the girl standing in the doorway without turning their heads, and neither of them did.

"Fine," Anita replied, continuing with the foot massage. "I think she'll be able to go back to school tomorrow. She slept all morning and stayed in her room most of the afternoon, but she got up and ate a good lunch."

"How did she treat you?" Roy inquired tensely.

"It takes time, Roy. Don't push her. She'll come around. As a matter-of-fact, we had a nice little chat during lunch. She even laughed once. That's a good sign. Cindy and I will get on. Don't worry about it so much."

"I can't help it," he said. "I feel like spanking her ass every time she cuts you short or makes one of those sly digs at you."

"She thinks I'm trying to take her mother's place, honey. It's only natural for her to resent me. She would any woman. But she's warming to me. I can tell. Let me handle it, okay?"

"All right," he agreed. "I guess she has had a rough time of it for the past couple of years."

"Of course she has, and so have you. Enough?" she asked, patting his foot.

"Yeah, thanks, baby," he said, holding his feet up. She pulled his slippers from under the chair and he stuck his feet in them. "Want me to return the favor?"

"Later," she said, rising. She leaned over him, bracing herself with her hands on the arms of the easy chair. Her face took on a soft, seductive glow and she whispered, "But I want you to massage all of me, darling, not just my feet."

"How about right now?" he asked, and he slipped his hand under her skirt to cup her crotch.

"Mmmmm," she sighed, rubbing her nylon-covered snatch against his palm. "We can't. Cindy would hear us. Besides, you don't want me to burn your supper, do you? Easy, Lieutenant. You'll get yours later. How about a beer? No, stay here and relax. I'll bring it in to you."

As her stepmother disappeared into the kitchen, Cindy entered the living room and approached her father.

"Hi, sweetie. How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good," she answered, stopping beside his chair and letting him take her hand and give it a little squeeze.

"Good enough to go back to school tomorrow?"

She nodded. "Daddy, there's something I have to tell you," she gulped. She was getting very nervous now. It was silly, and she knew it, but she couldn't help it. Just the idea of telling her father about the awful sexual things Anita and the man had done made her cheeks flush.

"Sure," he said. "Go ahead."

"Not here," she said, glancing toward the kitchen. "Let's go into my room."

A puzzled frown came over Roy's ruggedly handsome face. He was about to get up and go with Cindy when Anita came in from the kitchen with a tall glass of beer in her hand.

"It's got a good head on it," she chirped, handing the glass of beer to Roy. "Cindy, do you feel up to setting the table for me, sweetheart? Supper's almost ready."

"In a minute," Cindy said. "I'd better wash my hands first." She waited until Anita had gone back into the kitchen before she urged, "Come on, Daddy. It's important!"

"Go wash your hands and set the table," he said. "You can tell me while we eat."

"No, I can't," she insisted, keeping her voice low. "It's about Anita. She's done something awful, and she's planning something else. Something really dreadful!"

"like what, Cindy?" Roy asked, reminding himself that his daughter had already told him a couple of things about his new wife, things that amounted to nothing except in her imaginative fourteen-year-old mind.

"I can't tell you here," she whispered. "Anita might hear what I say."

"Go wash your hands and set the table, Cindy," Roy said tiredly.

"But, Daddy!" she protested.

"But, Daddy, nothing!" he snapped. "Damn it, girl! If you're going to accuse Anita of something, you can do it to her face or not at all! Now go wash your hands and help her with the table!"

Anita's blonde head snapped up at the sound of her husband's angry outburst. She left the stove and peered around the doorframe into the living room. Her face was ashen but she said nothing, for she immediately sized up the situation and sensed the danger of it. Evidently Cindy hadn't slept all morning, as she'd thought and as the girl had claimed. How much does she know? the woman wondered. Goddamn it, did she spy on us? What did she hear? Anything at all is too much! I knew I shouldn't have let Fred stay this morning! Damn him anyway! Why couldn't he have gone away and come back tomorrow? Oh, Jesus, Cindy, I hope you were asleep this morning! I hope you're talking about something else, baby, for your sake as well as mine! Don't ruin it! Don't mess it up, or you 're dead!

Realizing that she'd blown it, that she should have waited until after supper when her father was in a more receptive mood and Anita was busy in the kitchen washing dishes, Cindy spun away and ran toward the bathroom to wash her hands. Her father's reaction had cut her to the quick. As she washed her hands, tears of humiliation and frustrated anger welled up in her big brown eyes.

She wiped them away and dried her hands, refusing to cry. Her father had said for her to tell him in front of Anita, and she knew she would have to do it that way or not at all. He wouldn't listen to her, otherwise. Not now. She cursed him for being so blinded by Anita's beauty and left the bathroom to set the table.

The meal began in almost total silence, and the conversation died down from there. Anita had been under similar stress before, so she was able to handle it now. She said nothing but appeared calm and collected and pleasant. Roy was sullen. He watched his daughter as he ate, waiting for her to say what she had to say, ready to forget it entirely if she didn't have the courage to speak her piece in front of Anita. Cindy was very nervous. She was shaking so badly that food kept dropping off her fork before she could get it to her mouth. They were halfway through the meal before she could get herself together enough to do what she knew she had to do.

Angry with herself for being such a coward, she flung her fork onto the table and blurted, "Anita had a man in the house with her this morning, Daddy! It was one of the trusties who were painting the captain's house today! He sneaked over here and she let him in ... and they did it right in the living room!"

Roy nearly fell out of his chair. He swung toward Anita to observe her reaction. He could tell nothing from her face. It was completely devoid of any expression, and she was looking at Cindy, not him.

"Why would you want to say a vicious thing like that about me, Cindy?"

"Because it's the truth!" Cindy accused venomously. "You can't deny it! I saw it all! And I heard everything both of you said! You thought I was asleep, but I wasn't! Where are the guns, you Communist agent shit? Daddy, she's got two pistols hidden in the house! Make her tell you where they are! She and this trusty-his name is Fred-they're going to make you get Booker T. Reeves out of his cell! They're going to do something to me to force you to do it, and then they're going to hold me hostage in the back of the camper and make you drive them out of the prison! And then Booker T. Reeves and his Black Rangers are going to kill a lot of our government's leaders at the Republican Convention! It's all a Communist conspiracy, Daddy! The only reason Anita married you was to set it up! They're going to use us both to get Booker T. Reeves out of here so he can do The Party's dirty work!" Once Cindy had started talking, she couldn't stop until she'd blurted it all out. Now that she had, she was even more agitated than ever. She couldn't remain seated. She leaped to her feet and stood beside the table, shaking violently.

"Anita?" Roy asked incredulously.

She met his gaze and forced a weak smile. "What can I say, Roy? Who would believe a Communist agent shit?"

"See, Daddy?" Cindy cried. "She doesn't deny it! She knows she can't!"

"Cindy," Anita said calmly, "I'll say one thing for you, sweetheart. You've certainly got a vivid imagination."

"I didn't imagine it!" Cindy yelled. "I heard the two of you talking! And I saw you, too! I watched you suck his ... his penis! And everything!"

"Cindy!" Roy bellowed.

"I did, Daddy! I swear I did!"

"I had the TV on this morning, Roy," Anita lied. "There was a spy show on. The plot was loaded with all sorts of espionage and daring international intrigue. I think Cindy actually believes what she's telling you. She must've heard parts of the show's dialogue in her sleep and dreamed the rest of it. Could that have been it, Cindy?"

"I didn't dream it!" the girl wailed. "Get the men who were painting the captain's house today, Daddy! I'll point Fred out for you!"

"That's about enough, Cindy!" Roy snapped.

"Don't be too hard on her, Roy," Anita pleaded. "She isn't lying, at least not intentionally. Can't you see that she believes her dream was a real incident that actually happened? Men were painting next door, and Cindy must have incorporated one of them in her dream, too. I just can't believe that Cindy would deliberately make up such a wild lie and tell it on me for no reason at all."

"She's got a reason," Roy growled. "She's jealous. She's resented you from the first day we met, and I've had my fill of it! She's shown her ass once too often! This time, Cindy, you've gone too damned far!"

"You don't believe me, do you, Daddy?" Cindy gasped, cringing back as she realized that her father was furious with her, not Anita. "Oh, God, you've got to believe me! If you don't, there's going to be a prison break and ... and a lot of our country's leaders will be murdered!"

A strained silence fell over the room. Both Anita and Cindy were watching Roy, Cindy trembling visibly and Anita inside where it didn't show.

Roy didn't know what to think. If his daughter had told him that his new wife had been unfaithful to him and nothing more, he might have believed her. Anita was a beautiful, hot-natured girl, and more than a decade younger than he. He'd been worried about his ability to keep her satisfied sexually, and he was yet to understand why such a gorgeous creature as she had fallen in love with him at first sight and agreed to marry him so quickly. He would've been reluctant to believe she'd cuckolded him, because that would've automatically meant divorce and he didn't want to lose Anita or the happiness she'd brought him. But he might have believed it if Cindy had stopped there.

She hadn't stopped there, though. She'd really made up a whopper of a lie about Anita being a Communist agent and in on a prison break which would result in political butchery. She'd gone so far that there was no question in Roy's mind about the truth of the matter. He felt sorry for his motherless little girl, because he knew how desperately jealous she must be to have made up such a malicious tale. But he was angry with her, too, and he wouldn't let Anita make excuses for her this time. Cindy had to be punished. She had to be straightened out, and the sooner the better. His daughter needed a good sound spanking, and he was going to see that she got it. He shoved back his chair and got up from the table.

"What are you going to do, Roy?" Anita asked anxiously, also rising.

"I'm going to spank Cindy's bottom for her," he replied tightly, grabbing the girl by the wrist and pushing her ahead of him and out of the kitchen. "And don't bother trying to talk me out of it!"

"But she's too big for that kind of punishment, honey!" Anita objected. "She's too old for a spanking, Roy!"

"I don't want to argue about it, Anita," he called over his shoulder as he half-led, half-dragged the nonplussed Cindy through the living room. "Maybe you're forgiving enough to let her get away with that bald-face lie she told about you, but I'm not! She sure as hell deserves what she's going to get, and I wouldn't be much of a father if I didn't give it to her!"

Roy hustled the girl into her room and closed the door. He sat down on the side of her bed and made her remove her robe and lie across his lap, face down. All she had on was her mules, pale-blue shortie nightgown and a clean pair of white nylon panties. He could feel the heat of her blossoming body, and he wondered if he was doing the right thing. She was almost a woman now, he realized as he lifted the hem of her nightie and exposed her panty-clad bottom. She cringed and wriggled about on his lap. He hadn't spanked his daughter since before her mother had died, and he was shocked by how different she felt now.

"Don't spank me, Daddy!" she pleaded, looking over her shoulder at his tense face, her innocent brown eyes imploring him to believe her. "I didn't lie! It's true! Every word I told you! You've got to believe me!"

Infuriated afresh by her insistence that he swallow the incredible fabrication of her jealous mind, Roy lifted his hand and whacked her a good one right in the center of her cute little butt.

"YIII!" she cried. The palm of his hand stung her fanny and jolted her body, causing her to lose one of her mules. "No, Daddy! Listen to me! Please!"

"You shut that up, Cindy! I don't want to hear any more!" He struck her again, harder this time. The force of his blow stung his hand and compressed the right cheek of her squirming rear.

"OHHH!" she yelped, kicking her legs and losing the other mule. "No, Daddy! She's dirty! They're going to make you help them escape!"

"Goddamn it, girl! That's a lie, and you know it!" he barked, jerking down her panties and swatting her bare butt as hard as he could with his open hand, in an effort to put an end to her foolishness. "Admit it!"

"NOOO!! ! " she yelled, her head flung back in pain and her nearly mature body twisting about. It felt as if a bumblebee had stung her, and she couldn't be still. "It's the truth! Why won't you believe me?"

Beads of sweat popped out on Roy's forehead.

He didn't want to continue the spanking. The sight and feel of her adorable little ass was causing his prick to harden, and he was shocked by his indecent reaction. "Admit you lied, Cindy," he pleaded, his voice quavering. "Apologize to Anita, and I won't whip you any more."

"I can't!" she groaned. "I didn't lie! I won't apologize to that whore! Never!"

Roy gritted his teeth and whacked her bottom stingingly with a series of flesh-shaking slaps. When he paused again, her creamy white buttocks bore numerous pink imprints of his punishing hand. His dick was hard as a rock, and his daughter was squirming her hip dangerously close to it. He ran his fingertips lovingly over the splotched globes of her quivering rump. She was sobbing now, and the sound of her misery gripped at his heart. "Don't make me paddle you any more!" he panted. "Tell me the truth and apologize to your stepmother!"

"I've been telling you the truth!" she wailed. "You're too blind to see it! You love that whore more than you do me!"

"That's not true!" he groaned, patting her bare rear, caressing it out of concerned love for his only child. "I love you both! You're my daughter and she's my wife! It's two different kinds of love, Cindy!"

"But she's the one that's lying!" Cindy sniffled. "And you believe her! They're going to kill people at the Republican Convention ... and it'll be all your fault ... because if you'd only believe me you could prevent it!"

"Cindy, Cindy!" he moaned, shaking his head over her stubbornness to give up the vicious lie she'd told. "What am I going to do with you? You've got to quit resenting Anita! She's my wife, and she's trying hard to be a good mother to you!"

"Shit!" Cindy sobbed, squirming against the hardness of her father's erect penis without realizing what it was. "It's all bullshit, and you're too crazy in love with her to see it! She's an agent-an evil woman! She's not my mother, and she never will be!"

Roy was keenly aware of his little girl's soft young body rubbing against his erection, which he felt terribly guilty about having. Thoughts flashed through his mind, horrible thoughts that he'd never had consciously before. He was completely dismayed by the sudden urge to throw his own daughter onto her back and ram his throbbing cock into her sweet little cunt. His guilt increased enormously, and he was more angry at himself than at Cindy now. The strong incestuous urge which swept over him was more than he could handle. It made him tremble with a mixture of desire and anger.

Her father's agitated mental condition wasn't Cindy's fault, but he lost control of himself and took it out on her. His breath came in huffing gasps as he laid into her and began giving her a sound thrashing, which the girl in no way deserved. His arm arced up and down furiously, his hand splatting rapid-fire against the bare cheeks of her vulnerable backside. It was as if he were trying to exorcise the incestuous demon which had entered his own loins from the body of the innocent child.

Cindy didn't remain innocent long, however. At first she protested screamingly, begging her father to have mercy, doggedly crying out again and again that she hadn't lied and imploring him to believe the awful truth about his bride. It only caused him to spank her all the harder. The incessant pounding of his open hand jarred her body and set her buttocks on fire. Still his palm swooped down upon her, raining blow after smarting blow to her burning butt until the heat of it began to seep into her body and settle in the vicinity of her virginal loins, there to build quickly till her snatch started shedding more slippery tears than the salty ones overflowing her red-rimmed eyes.

It was then, with the hot juice of her arousal flowing down her sheath and dribbling from her tiny, hair-ringed hole, that Cindy realized what the spanking was doing to them both. He's got a hard-on! she moaned inwardly, her mind becoming highly confused as it finally registered the fact of his pulsating erection pressing lewdly into the flesh of her hip. Instinctively she rubbed herself tighter against it, and the erotic contact sent an illicit thrill rippling up her spine. Daddy's got a hard-on! I can feel it! Ohhhh ... oh, what's wrong with him? It feels good and. . . oh, nooh ... what's he doing to me? I'm leaking all over his leg! I'm getting all hot and slick!

The young girl was as shocked over the result of the corporal punishment as her father had been, perhaps more so, because she knew of his sensual response while he was as yet ignorant of the feverish condition it was bringing to her chaste sexual organs. There was no denying that the spanking was becoming more pleasurable than painful, and Cindy was horror-stricken by the intensity of her arousal. She clammed up at once, giving up in her effort to make her father believe her. The longer she insisted that she was telling the truth, the longer he would go on punishing her, Cindy knew, and that would never do. Not now. Not with her beginning to like what he was doing to her and thinking the unspeakable thoughts which were flitting unbidden through her confused mind.

A mournful sob escaped through Cindy's clenched teeth, and she forced her body to be still. She lay limply across his lap, her heart pounding in her chest, her swelling sex tingling and glowing. Her father's hand was whacking down on her red-hot bottom slower now, and not as hard. She could feel the liquid flow of her unwanted passion oozing out through the swollen lips of her cunny. She wished he would stop spanking her, wished it with all her being, because she feared she was going to come all over him if he didn't stop it soon.

But Roy couldn't stop. He knew he'd whipped her too long and hard already. He was out of control though, his cock thumping and his temples throbbing. Above the sound of his labored breathing he could hear his quaking daughter's outcries turning to moans and whimpers. He had the insane urge to bend over her and kiss her inflamed ass, to extend his tongue and lave every inch of the hot skin of her darling little rump. He knew full well that he wanted to fuck her, that he was dying to eat her adorable little pussy and then ram his dick into it until it filled her belly. Roy was so ashamed of himself that he wanted to cry, and so outraged with Cindy for awakening his incestuous nature that he couldn't stop beating her lovely butt. Hating himself for blaming Cindy-because deep down he knew his dirty thoughts were none of her doing-he blamed her anyway and kept venting his anguish on her by flailing away at the beet-red cheeks of her compact fanny.

Oh, stop, Daddy, stop! Cindy wanted to scream. You don't know what you're doing to me! You're setting me on fire! I'm burning up! Oh, Lord. . . I can't take much more of this ... can't stand it! I'm going to explode! I know I am!

Her father's seven-inch stalk felt like a hot steel bar pressing against her body. It was all Cindy could think about. Each time his hand struck her abused rear, it rocked her against his turgid masculinity and gave her another thrill which she knew should have been vulgar to her but wasn't in the least. She recalled how it had excited her to see her stepmother sucking the convict's organ. The memory caused her to whimper and rub herself tighter against her father's pecker. She licked her lips absently and moaned, then heaved a guttural groan as she realized that more than anything in the world she wanted to hurl herself between her father's legs and take his dick into her mouth. She imagined herself doing just that, and shuddered deliciously, but of course she didn't dare actually do it.

It was insane to even think of doing it. Her father would be horrified, Cindy knew, and she felt extremely nasty for even thinking such wicked thoughts. She suffered an upsetting absence of guilt, however, and her mind refused to stop dwelling on her father's stiff rod and the uses she might make of it.

Daddy wants to do it to me! she thought, her mind spinning off into a masochistic fit of lust. He must want to put his prick into me! Why else would it be so big and hard? Oh, Daddy! Ohhhh! Tell me! Tell me you want to ball me! I'll let you! I want you to!

The only sounds coming from Roy's mouth were the ragged bursts of his heavy breathing. He was dangerously close to orgasm himself, what with his pretty young daughter lying across his lap and taking the nearly brutal spanking he was giving her, all the while sighing and moaning and rubbing passionately against the hard column of his throbbing penis.

"Harder, Daddy!" Cindy cried, forgetting herself and thrusting her overheated ass upward, so as to make a willing and better target of it. "Spank me har-DERRRRR!! ! "

Roy realized with horror what he'd done to his daughter then, but it was too late, for her adolescent body was already shuddering with the onset of her climax. He quit spanking her and stared down with stunned disbelief at the red, spasmodically contracting cheeks of her straining butt.

"Unnn, unnn, unnn!" she chanted. She flung her head about and hunched downward, bringing her dribbling little snatch into tight contact with his thigh, rubbing her puffy cunt lips frenziedly against the secretion-soaked portion of the coarse material of his uniform trousers. "Ohhh ... ohhhhhh ... A AAHHHHH!! ! "

Feeling disgusted with himself, Roy stroked his daughter's red-hot fanny and let her lie on his lap moaning and shaking. When she was able, he pulled up her panties and made her stand up. He still didn't believe her, and since she was no longer protesting her innocence, he supposed that she had lied and was now sorry for it. She was standing before him, hanging her head in shame. Neither of them mentioned Cindy's orgasm.

"You did lie, didn't you?" he demanded. It didn't really matter now, because his sin was greater than hers, but he felt that he had to say something and it seemed best to follow through with his original purpose for having spanked her.

Cindy started to shake her head no, but she didn't. She felt drained of all her energy, humiliated and beaten, and more than a little ashamed of herself for the fit of lust which had taken her over and caused her to writhe abandonedly on her father's lap. Without looking up, she nodded her head.

Roy sighed with relief. "Go apologize to your stepmother, sweetheart," he said compassionately, "and we'll all forget that any of this ever happened."

It galled Cindy to have to apologize to Anita when it was her father who should be begging her forgiveness for the terrible wrong he'd just done her, but Cindy went into the kitchen and did it.

Tears welled up in Anita's blue eyes. "I'm sorry, too, Cindy," she said, and tried to take the girl into her arms and comfort her.

"Don't touch me, you whore!" Cindy hissed, and spun away. She ran into her room, slammed the door and dove onto her bed. She could hear her father moving about in his bedroom, and then taking a shower. Her misery exploded from her in great gasping sobs, and she cried herself to sleep.



5

THE NEXT MORNING CINDY WAITED until her father had left for work before she came out of her room dressed for school. Anita was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee. She looked up, flashing an apologetic smile when Cindy entered the room.

"About last evening, Cindy," Anita said. "I can't tell you how sorry I am. I want-"

"You were lying!" Cindy snapped, cutting her off. "I know what I saw! I didn't imagine it, or dream it, either!"

A pained expression came over Anita's face. She nodded and shrugged helplessly.

"Then you admit it?" Cindy gasped.

"Everything," Anita replied. "That's why I'm so sorry about what happened. You see. I couldn't admit it to your father be-"

"I'm going to the warden!" Cindy shouted. "He'll know what to do!"

"You mustn't do that, Cindy!" Anita cried, grasping the girl's arm as she tried to hurry past her toward the back door. "Sit down and listen to me! Let me explain!"

"What's to explain, you filthy pig!" Cindy yelled, but she allowed herself to be drawn down into a chair.

"I'm no whore, Cindy. You've got to believe that, dear," Anita began, talking fast, telling the lie she hoped would placate the girl and win her over sufficiently to coax her into going along with the prison break and even cooperating in it. "I am a Communist agent, and so is Fred. The difference between us is, I'm a double agent. I work for our government, Cindy. I'm with the CIA. The CIA had me infiltrate the Communist Party so I could spy on them and keep our government informed about what they're planning and when they intend to try things like sabotage or turning a peaceful demonstration into a riot. Part of my job was to help them find out which politician and important government scientists the Communists were blackmailing, and why, so we could stop it in each case and keep the secrets which are vital to our nation's defense safe and secure."

The girl was bug-eyed now. Anita could see that she was swallowing it, or at least was trying to. There was even a hint of respect and admiration in her big innocent brown eyes. Anita talked fast. She had lain awake long into the night making up the story of lies, and she knew she had to throw it at Cindy all at once so the intelligent child would accept it without having time to think and pick it to pieces. Once Cindy had accepted it whole, she knew there would be less inclination for her to go back over it and pick at any possible weakness she herself might have overlooked.

By the time Cindy left to catch the school bus, Anita figured she had her stepdaughter in her pocket. She walked her to the door and put her arm around her waist. "Remember, Cindy, I do love you and your father, very much so. It was an accident, of course, but it's the best thing that's ever happened to me. The CIA wants me to help with the prison break, so no one will get hurt. Our government wants the escape to go off without a hitch, so they can follow Fred and Booker T. Reeves and arrest all the Black Rangers. Do you understand?"

"I think so," Cindy said.

"It's important, Cindy. The security of our nation could be in danger unless you cooperate with me. You will, won't you?"

"I'll, uh, try, Anita."

"No one will hurt you if you do, Cindy. I promise. And once this assignment is over, we can settle down as a family and get on with the business of living, and loving one another in peace. The CIA will just have to get along without me in the future. I have to call their secret number in Washington again today, after Fred tells me when we're going to make the break. The front office has to know everything that's going on, so they can have men waiting to put us under surveillance the minute we drive out through the gates. I'm going to resign when I call my boss today. I'll finish this job, to make sure that neither you nor Roy is hurt, but once it's over, I'm through for good. I want to spend the rest of my life right here taking care of you and your father, because I love you both very much. Give me a chance, Cindy. And for God's sake, don't tell Roy about any of this, not ever. If he ever knew that I'd been unfaithful to him, I'd just die, even though it was in the line of duty and done for the ultimate good of our country. I'm ashamed of it, and your good, decent father might not understand."

Cindy had to hurry to catch the school bus, and as she rode it into town her mind was fairly swimming with all that Anita had told her. She wanted to believe her, and badly, because if everything she'd said was true it meant that her stepmother was an outstanding woman, a brave patriot of whom she could be justly proud. But she didn't know for sure whether Anita had been telling the truth at last or heaping more lies on the ones she'd already told, and there was no way she could check her out. The result was a state of doubtful confusion for the excited teenager, a sort of mental paralysis of indecision which stilled her tongue and left her unable to act one way or the other for the time being.



6

AS WAS USUALLY THE CASE, CINDY'S father had completed his shift and was already home by the time the bus brought her back from school. Roy paid more attention to his daughter that evening than he had since immediately following her mother's death, when he'd been trying to be strong for both of them. It seemed important to him that he show Cindy a lot of affection, but in a purely fatherly manner.

It was a sudden switch from his behavior of late, and Cindy was rather embarrassed by it. She wondered if Anita had put him up to it, or if perhaps he was sorry about the spanking and was attempting to make up for it without mentioning the incident.

She felt like a new pet, being watched and patted almost constantly, and she didn't enjoy it. She was angry with her father and didn't want him to touch her, yet she loved him and couldn't bring herself to repulse him. She wished he would leave-her alone, because she wanted to talk to Anita.

There was something about her stepmother's story which didn't add up. She couldn't believe the CIA would be so callous as to condone the heartless way Anita had originally planned to use and discard her father. It was just too cold and calculated, too cruel, and Cindy wanted to question Anita about it before she allowed herself to trust the woman. The rest of her story made sense to Cindy, who thought it very daring and glamorous, but this one inhumane part of Anita's assignment cast a shadow of doubt over all the rest of it.

Cindy didn't have a chance to talk to her stepmother alone that night, so she waited till her father had left for work the next morning. Her father went off to work after kissing both her and Anita, leaving them sitting across the kitchen table from one another and not suspecting a thing except that Cindy had lied. The instant the front door closed behind him, Cindy put it to her stepmother without mincing words. Anita smiled what appeared to be a sad smile to Cindy.

Anita was relieved, because she could tell that the girl had swallowed the big lie and was straining at an insignificant part which she could explain away very easily.

"You're a very smart girl, Cindy," she began, complimenting her stepdaughter to throw her off balance but choosing her words so as not to lay it on too thick and arouse any further suspicion. "You're quite right, of course. The CIA would never deliberately hurt an American citizen. But remember, honey, the CIA didn't originate the plan. Fred did. He got it out to the Communist Party, which is callous, and The Party, not the CIA, sent me here to help him with it.

"My boss in Washington didn't like what they wanted me to do to your father and you, and neither did I, but what could we do? If I had refused the assignment, it would've made The Party suspicious of me. It might have blown my cover completely, because if they'd started doubting me enough to really check back over the results of my assignments, they would've eventually figured out that I'd been working for Washington, not Moscow, all the time. They would've set a trap for me, and would've eliminated me had I fallen into it.

"Besides, if I hadn't taken the assignment, The Party would've only sent someone else. My boss and I had no choice, Cindy. There are too many lives at stake, not to mention the security of our nation, and we just can't let them get away with it. It's a golden opportunity for us to put behind bars an entire militant organization. Don't you see that we had to go along with their plan in order to trap the Black Rangers? And don't you agree that it's better me being here than a real female Communist agent who wouldn't care if you and Roy were killed?"

Cindy did agree. Anita's logical explanation had dispelled her one remaining doubt. "Of course," she said, nodding. "I should have thought of that myself."

"Then you'll help me, and keep my secret from your father?"

"I'll help you, Anita. But you ought to tell Daddy about it. He'd help you, too."

"No, honey, it wouldn't work, believe me. I'd never be able to look Roy in the eye again if he knew for sure that I've been unfaithful to him. He wouldn't understand. I'd have to go away, and I don't want to lose him or you. Besides, he wouldn't cooperate with the prison break. I know he wouldn't, and it's my business to feel things out in people. Let him go on thinking you lied to him for now, Cindy, please. When it's over, and we're all safe, then I'll tell him about me being a CIA agent. Your father is a guard, Cindy, and a good one. Even if he wanted to go along with the plan, he wouldn't be able to carry it off. His training has been to guard prisoners, not help them escape. He'd be going against that training and couldn't help but slip up somewhere along the way. He isn't an agent like me. Roy is too honest and straightforward to pretend, don't you see?"

The teenager didn't see, but she supposed Anita knew what she was talking about so she didn't argue. "All right. What do you want me to do? Did Fred come yesterday?"

"He came. The escape is set for Saturday afternoon. All you'll have to do is be yourself, Cindy. Just pretend you know nothing about what's going on and act scared."

She smiled rather sickly. "I won't have to act scared. I will be!"

After Cindy left for school, Anita sat down in Roy's favorite chair. Sitting in it gave her a feeling of being close to him, and she savored that feeling because she knew she would not be able to experience it much longer. She was going to lose him, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her past wouldn't let her settle down to the simple life with Roy which she wanted so badly.

Except for the few minutes with Fred, she had spent all day Thursday completely alone in the house and had done a lot of thinking. The Party would have Cindy killed if she didn't go through with the escape, so she had to go through with it. And once it was underway, Roy would know Cindy had told him the truth. There would be no lies to Roy afterward. He wasn't as gullible as his daughter, and Anita knew he would never be able to forgive her for using him and making a fool of him.

After the escape, she would simply go away with Fred and hope for the best. Cindy knew the plan, and Roy would see that she told her story to the FBI. The Party didn't know Cindy was wise, however, and Anita wasn't going to tell them. When Fred and the Black Rangers went to the Republican National Convention to carry out their butchery, they, not the country's leaders, would be the ones who got slaughtered. Perhaps she would manage to go with them, because she didn't feel much like living now. The only real goal she had left was to prevent her husband or stepdaughter from being killed.

7

CINDY HAD THE MIDDLE FINGER OF HER right hand all the way into her tiny snatch, and was using it to give herself a deep internal massage while she flicked her fiery little clitoris with the forefinger of her left hand. She lay on the side of her bed, with her ear pressed firmly to the wall. Her father and stepmother were doing it, and she knew they were about to come because she could hear the bed squeaking like crazy.

"Roy ... ohhhh ... oh, darling!" she heard Anita crying hoarsely. "Oh, God, baby! That's so good! I love you, love you, love you! Are you about to come? Don't hold back! Give it to me, darling! Shoot it! Ohhhh ... oh, shoot it into me hot and deep and sweet!"

It was the first time Cindy had listened to them fucking without experiencing jealousy or resenting Anita. It was every bit as exciting for her, only now it made her feel good instead of frustrated and angry. She suffered a slight amount of guilt for listening to the erotic sounds of their passionate union, but her feverish little pussy was as happy as her palpitating heart. She wanted it to be very good for both of them, and she knew by the way they were carrying on that it was.

"Now, darling ... now, now, now ... ohhhh ... I'm ready, Roy! I'm coming ... ohhhh ... come with me ... now. baby ... shoot it now! Ahhhhh ... yesss ... oh, yes, yes, yessss ... COME GOOD, BABY...

OHHHHH ... OH, GOD, ROY ... GOD ... BABY ... OHHHHHH!! ! "

Cindy could hear her father grunting and groaning with ecstasy, while Anita sobbed out her bliss and cried out his name again and again in a shrill, tremulous voice. Thinking it was over for the night, because this was the second time they'd balled, Cindy pushed herself over the brink and, unknown to her parents, joined them in orgasm as she already had in spirit. The young girl whimpered softly as her body trembled and jerked with the orgasmic pleasure which was so new to her.

Everything was different this time; she didn't feel a single twinge of guilt afterward. She knew she shouldn't have masturbated, but she'd wanted to, and it had been wonderful. Cindy was glad she'd done it. She smiled and caressed her slippery, hot, fluttering cunny. Now that she knew how to obtain relief, she didn't intend to suffer ever again.

Just before Cindy drifted off to sleep she reminded herself that Anita was a good, brave woman, and that she would have to treat her with more respect in the future. She thought of the escape which would take place the next day, and she shivered with fear.

There's nothing to worry about! she scolded herself. Anita knows what she's doing. Everything will go smoothly. I'm not as brave as she is. Anita won't know it, though. She's depending on me, and I can "t let her down.

* * *

Saturday was a beautiful Indian summer day. It was so warm that toward noon Cindy and Anita closed the windows and turned on the air-conditioner. Roy was at work, as Fred had checked to see that he would be. Lieutenant Warner wouldn't be home till around three-thirty.

The painting detail was still going on, and Fred Sheldon had checked the roster to make certain he was assigned to it that Saturday. He worked quietly all morning, except to make sure that the guard who was overseeing the detail heard him complaining of not feeling well when the uniformed man came around to check on the progress of the trusties under him.

As they were assembling outside the dining hall after lunch, to be marched back to the buildings they were painting, Fred held his stomach and again complained of not feeling well.

"Maybe you'd better go to the dispensary and let Doc have a look at you, Sheldon," the guard in charge of the detail told him.

It was the first time Fred had ever complained of illness, so no one suspected him of malingering.

"I'll have to feel a lot worse than I do now before I'll go on the sick list," Fred replied, straightening up and falling into formation with the others.

The guard marched his detail from the dining hall, dropped most of the men off at one building with a trusty in charge till he returned, then he marched the remaining handful of trusties on to the residential section.

Fred had, of course, taken precautions to insure that he would be one of the men painting in the area of the guards' housing. "I may have to go see the doctor, after all, sir," he told the guard when the rest of the detail had reached its destination and they were falling out to take up the painting where they'd left off before lunch.

"All right, Sheldon. Come on, you can walk back with me as far as the other building."

"Let me work awhile first," Fred asked. "Now that I've had lunch, I may get to feeling all right once I get back to work."

"Make up your mind, Sheldon," the guard said impatiently. "If you want to see Doc, come on. Nobody thinks you're trying to fuck off."

"Let me work awhile first," Fred insisted. "I want to work. I go nuts lying around. If I get to feeling too bad, I'll tell Smitty and go on over to the dispensary, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," the guard said. "Just be sure you tell Smitty if you do go, so I'll know where you are. I don't want to have to run around hunting you all afternoon."

"I don't figure to go," Fred said. "But if I have to, I'll be sure and tell Smitty before I leave. I don't want you hunting me, sir. I like being a trusty. I'm not going to do anything that'll get me put back in there."

Fred pointed toward the walls of the maximum security section. The guard nodded and walked away. The men dispersed, half of them going to one house and half to another.

An older man named Smitty was in charge of Fred and the two other younger trusties in his group, and they were painting the outside of the house next to Cindy's. They'd finished with the Warner house the day before.

When Anita saw that Fred was back working at the house next door, she waited until he was watching, then pulled the drapes closed, open, then closed again. It was the signal that everything was all right, that Cindy was in the house and the pistols were ready. Fred kept painting. Anita closed all the curtains and drapes. Later he went to Smitty and told him that his guts were killing him, that he was going to the dispensary.

It was a relatively easy matter for Fred to walk away and slip back unseen by the other men in his group. He didn't worry about being seen by the prison officials or members of their families, all of whom were used to seeing trusties painting, cutting grass and running errands. He walked up to Lieutenant Warner's back door, just as if he had some sort of business there, and knocked.

"You get it, Cindy," Anita said. "Act natural. Don't let him know you're wise to what's going on. Don't tip him off. He mustn't know that you've been expecting him."

Suddenly Cindy was extremely anxious, and doubts were flitting through her mind. She was afraid something might go wrong, that someone might get hurt, that she wouldn't be able to carry off her part the way Anita expected her to. She gulped, nodded, walked to the back door and swung it open, knowing full well that a subversive Communist agent was standing on the other side of it, and that he was going to take her captive.

Fred wasted no time. He'd already checked to see that he was unobserved. The instant Cindy opened the door, he sprang into action. All in one motion, it seemed, he clapped his hand over Cindy's mouth, bent her arm behind her back and stepped into the kitchen holding her immobile and silent.

As Cindy had expected, she didn't have to pretend fear. The girl was so full of it that she nearly fainted. Acting natural proved to be no problem at all, for she instinctively struggled and tried to cry out.

"Quiet, Cindy!" Fred barked, bending her arm higher and making her groan with pain. "Just relax and you won't get hurt. Don't try to be brave. I'm going to let you go now. I want you to sit down at the table and keep your mouth shut. If you don't, I might have to kill you. Do you understand, girl?"

The pain in her arm was making her break out in a cold sweat. She felt sick at her stomach. Standing on her tiptoes didn't help a bit, so she nodded quickly.

"Do what he says, Cindy," Anita warned as she entered the kitchen with a pistol in each hand. "We don't want to hurt you, and we won't unless you push us to it. Right, Fred?"

"Right, baby," Fred replied, and he released Cindy.

When her shaking stepdaughter moved away from in front of Fred, Anita stood where she was and looked down at the guns in her hands. Her fingers tightened on the triggers and she wondered why she hadn't thought of shooting him before.

She wanted to do it. She loved the man, but she still wanted to kill him, as if killing Fred would somehow erase her past. But of course it wouldn't. If she shot him down now, it would certainly prevent the escape and might even square things with Roy, but Anita didn't dare do it. The Party would definitely hunt her down and kill her, perhaps Cindy, too. And no matter what she'd thought before, now that it was coming down to the wire Anita knew she didn't want to die.

Cindy slumped into a chair, hugging herself and rubbing her aching arm. "What are you doing with those guns, Anita? What's this convict doing in our house? Who is he, and what's going on?"

Anita smiled ruefully. Cindy was carrying off her part better than she was hers. Giving up the insane idea of shooting Fred, she took her cue from Cindy and walked on into the kitchen. She handed the pistols to Fred, then sat down at the table beside Cindy and explained the prison escape, just as if Cindy were totally ignorant of the plan.

The girl's outward reaction in no way alerted Fred that she already knew everything that was going on. He saw she was nearly petrified with fear. He'd expected this. Under the circumstances, any young girl would've been. She would give him no trouble, he realized, and that was all he cared about-until he got to looking at her closer and saw how fuckable her lovely young body was.

"Tie the girl up, Anita."

"That won't be necessary, Fred," Anita protested. "She's not going to give us any trouble, are you, Cindy?"

Cindy shook her head.

"I'll decide what's necessary," Fred snapped. "Don't you give me any trouble."

"Fred!"

"Just put her hands behind her back and tie them there, will you? I don't want her trying anything foolish."

It was clear Anita didn't like tying Cindy's hands behind her back, but she took the sash off her dress and did it without further argument.

Fred stuck the pistols into the waist of his prison trousers and pulled a dishtowel off the rack. "How many of these are there?"

"A dozen or so," Anita replied, frowning.

"Bring them all. Let's go into the living room now, girls, and make ourselves comfortable while we wait." He walked over to Cindy, slipped his hand under her armpit and lifted her to her feet.

Anita got the dishtowels and followed them into the living room. They sat on the couch, Cindy in the middle. Fred took the dishtowels and ripped them in half lengthwise, then tied the two pieces of each together. "It's got to look good," was the excuse he gave when he told Anita to bind her own ankles and gag herself.

When Anita had reluctantly obeyed his orders, Fred checked her work and complimented her for doing such a good job of hobbling and gagging herself. Then he drew her arms up behind her back and tied them securely, rendering her helpless as well as speechless.

He took Cindy in his arms and kissed her full on the lips, with Cindy whimpering and struggling and

Anita bouncing up and down, a stream of garbled anger coming all muffled through her dishtowel gag.

"Hush, Anita," Fred scolded playfully as he slipped his hand under Cindy's dress and pushed open her legs. "I'm not going to hurt the girl. I'm just going to feel her up a little, is all. Now don't make a fuss about it, either of you, or I may take off my belt and show both of you who's running things around here."

Since Anita had once seen Fred whip some information out of an industrialist's private secretary, leaving the woman marked for life, she knew he was perfectly capable of taking his belt to her and Cindy now. Fred wasn't a sadist in the usual sense of the word, but she could see that he was all keyed up over the escape. He never made idle threats, and she didn't intend to test him on this one. Prison could have done something to him, could have changed him. Besides, she knew how easy he could get carried away when he was excited like he was now. Better that he feel Cindy up a little in a playful mood than to turn nasty and whip them both, Anita reasoned.

Fred looked into Cindy's frightened brown eyes as he stroked higher up her silky bare thigh. The girl's eyes were blinking and her lips quivering, but she'd quit struggling and wasn't saying a word. "You've got nice legs, Cindy," he said, squeezing the creamy flesh just below her crotch.

The young girl gulped and licked her lips.

He kissed her again. This time lie caught her with her teeth slightly parted, and he thrust his tongue into Cindy's mouth before she could close it. Once inside the sweetness of her moist oral cavity, his tongue began exploring all its hidden recesses with darting, lapping motions. A shiver that wasn't caused by fear alone tingled up Cindy's spine. Then his hand closed over the clefted mound of her innocent pussy and he started stroking her through the thin nylon of her panty crotch band. Cindy emitted a strangled cry of protest and tried to pull away, but Fred held her easily and continued to have his lecherous way with her. He slipped his hand inside her panties and fondled her sparsely-haired mound. His tongue was no longer exploring her mouth, but was sliding in and out of that submissive orifice and licking invitingly at Cindy's tongue.

Cindy was too frightened to make any outward show of resistance, but her young mind fairly reeled over the way she was being treated. Anita hadn't said anything about vulgarity being part of the escape, so Cindy hadn't expected it. She would never have agreed to help her stepmother if she'd known this beast might turn on her like this. There was nothing she could do about it now, though. He had turned on her, and he was taking grossly indecent liberties with her virginal body. His tongue was fucking slowly in and out of her mouth. She could feel the end of his finger worming its way into the moistening folds of her cunt. She felt giddy and lightheaded. Her hands were tied behind her back. She couldn't even slap him or try to push him away!

"Don't!" Cindy yelped, breaking the kiss and squirming frantically as she felt the convict's finger insinuating itself into her tiny slit. "Nooh ... no, please ... don't put you ... finger ... into ... meee!"

The man's finger was much thicker than her own, and despite her fear it gave her a sordid thrill to feel it parting her flesh and slipping into her. It had penetrated her up to the first knuckle when its rounded end contacted the veil of her purity and sent a flash of hot, exciting pain arching out through her loins.

"You're a virgin," Fred said with surprised delight, his fingertip tickling her hymen and probing at it in a testing manner.

"Yes!" Cindy gasped. "Don't hurt me! Please don't hurt me!"

Muffled sounds of angry pleading were forced through Anita's gag. Fred backed his finger from the child's hot little slot and slapped her stepmother. He had loved Anita and she had hurt him in the worst possible way, by rejecting him for another man. Now he was frustrated, hating and loving her at the same time, and subconsciously wanting to hurt her in return.

Instead of putting his hand back under Cindy's skirt, Fred started feeling up her pert little titties through the material of her blouse. Each one was just a handful, and he could tell by the soft way they rolled in his hand that she was one of the modern young ladies who wore no bra. Cindy didn't need a brassiere, even though her bosom was as large as many mature women's, because her firm breasts were upswept and perfectly formed. There was no sag to them.

He unbuttoned the wide-eyed girl's blouse and pulled it back over her shoulders, baring the front of her torso from the waist up and revealing her coral-tipped beauties to his admiring gaze. Her areolas were tumescent, their pink nipples standing out like pencil erasers, and very nearly as hard to the touch. Though she denied it vociferously when he asked her, Fred knew the girl secretly liked what he was doing to her. She was getting excited in spite of herself, and her excitement was getting to him. He hadn't intended to screw the young girl when he'd started toying with her, but he was beginning to change his mind now. Cindy was a desirable little thing, and a cherry, too. His cock hadn't experienced the pleasure of bursting a cherry since he'd taken Anita's, and it was drooling for the one this young girl had.

Fred hoisted Cindy's skirt up past the flare of her hips and tugged her nylon briefs down her long, tapering legs. He hooked one of her legs over his, opening her wide and rendering her loins vulnerable to his ranging hand. With sweaty palms and eager fingers the trusty caressed the trembling girl's thighs, belly and hips, while he went from one succulent tit to the other, nibbling and sucking at the sweetness of her erect nipples.

Her eyes narrowed with horrified disgust, Anita suffered silently as she watched everything her ex-lover was doing to her innocent stepdaughter. She wished she had shot him when she'd had the chance, but that chance was gone and she knew she wasn't-likely to have another. He'd tied her up under the pretext of making it look like she was resisting so Roy would take her back when the escape was over. Anita knew better now. Fred had only wanted her bound and gagged so he could torment both her and Cindy in this wicked way. Prison had changed him, she realized; he was not the man she'd known and loved.

"Ohhh ... oh, please don't!" Cindy moaned.

Fred was sucking her left tit clear into his mouth and inserting the full length of his thick finger into her juicy vagina. She could feel him dilating her crescent-shaped maidenhead as he forced more and more of his finger into her body. The slight pain his knobby finger caused was delicious, and her body responded to it wildly.

With her hands tied behind her, she was powerless to prevent the vulgar defilement of her virginal pussy, and her very helplessness seemed to add to the obscene thrill coursing through her. He kept inserting his finger until she'd taken it all. Then he drew his head back till he had only her nipple in his hot mouth and started stroking his finger within her steaming hole while he sucked harshly at her sensitive coral tip and whipped it maddeningly with his tongue.

"Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... oh, nooh!" she begged, writhing in sensual discomfort as he continued his assault on her tingling tit and fluttering split.

It was the most thrilling, and at the same time frightening, moment of her life, but the uptight girl couldn't admit she was experiencing pleasure, even to herself. Gaspingly she implored him to stop, to leave her alone. He silenced her by lifting his head and gluing his lips to hers. When he rammed his tongue down her throat, the utterly confused girl heaved a whimper-like sob of surrender and sucked it willingly.

Once she'd given in to the masterful male, Cindy's unwanted passion nearly swept her away in a flood-like rush of scalding pleasure. She told herself she was being raped and was therefore guiltless, and having made peace with her conscience it bothered her little more.

When the man drew his tongue back into his own mouth in a way that invited hers to follow, Cindy extended it timidly and allowed him to capture it with his sucking lips. She lost what self-control she had left then. Something inside her melted as Fred sucked her tongue deep into his mouth, and she was shocked by the realization that she was flinging her legs even wider apart and starting to hunch jerkily at his pleasure-giving hand.

This is insane! she moaned inwardly, shivering and rubbing her bare breasts against his chest while he made oral love to her tongue and finger fucked her with smooth, rapid jabs. What's wrong with me? I can't help what this evil man is doing to me-but I shouldn't like it!

However, knowing she shouldn't like it in no way kept her from doing so. Despite her tender age, Cindy was all girl, the soft, feminine type which can't help submitting to the physical stimulation of a strong-willed male. Her tongue entwined with Fred's and she began mindlessly humping her slippery pussy against his hand, helping him finger fuck her with deep, rhythmical thrusts.

"I'm going to fuck you, little girl," he breathed, his mouth closing over her ear and his hot, wet tongue swirling around inside it.

"Nooh! Oh, please ... don't ... mmmm ... do it ... ahhh ... to mee!"

"You want me to, and you know it, honey."

"I-I-I..." she stammered, thrashing about with his finger full into her spasming sheath. An orgasm was taking over her, leaving her speechless. "Ohhhh. . . oh, you're making me come! Ahhhhh ... oh, my ... ohhhh ... OHHHHHHH ... AHHHHH!! ! "

"Feels good, does it?" he chuckled, letting her trap his hand between her legs and squeeze it in the satiny vise of her moist upper thighs.

"Yesss! Ohhhh ... oh, good ... GOOD, GOOD, GOODDD!! ! "

Cindy was still panting breathlessly when her father walked into the house. Roy Warner sized up the situation immediately and realized with horror that his daughter had been telling him the truth. Anita's being bound and gagged was the only part he didn't comprehend, but he gave it little thought at the moment. His primary concern was freeing his daughter from the clutches of the trusty who had her clothing half-off her and was still ramming his finger in and out of her pussy.

"Get your filthy hands off my little girl, you sonofabitch!" Roy bellowed, charging instinctively toward the couch.

But the guards didn't carry weapons, and before

Roy could cross the room Fred had whipped a pistol from his belt and was holding its muzzle against Cindy's temple. Words weren't necessary. The expression on the convict's face communicated his intentions all too clearly. Roy Warner's long years of training prevailed over his fatherly emotions, and he stopped well away from the man who was threatening to blow Cindy's brains out.

"Sheldon, isn't it?" Roy asked through clenched teeth.

"I thought you'd remember me," Fred said. "You're not going to play hero, are you, Warner?"

This was no time for heroics, and Roy knew it. He'd faced armed prisoners before, using nothing but his nerve and physical strength to disarm them. But his daughter's life was at stake now, and he wasn't as willing to risk it as he was his own. He glanced at his wife, who was shaking her head and mumbling through her gag. Again he wondered why she'd been tied up, and he let himself hope that Cindy hadn't had all the facts, that Anita was somehow being forced into this against her will.

Roy shook his head and made his hands into useless fists. "You're holding all the aces, Sheldon. What do you want me to do?"

Fred arose, making no concession to the tented condition of his trousers, and with the gun waved Roy onto the couch with his wife and daughter. "I've been planning this for a long time. You just sit there for now, and don't let me hear a sound out of any of you."

The gun-wielding inmate moved to the phone and picked it up. He dialed the number of the control panel in the maximum security section. When the guard who manned that panel came on, he said, "This is Warden Dupwe. Put Lieutenant Warner on, please. He's already gone home? Yes, of course. Thank you, I'll call him at home. Is this Officer Milligan? Yes, thank you, I was shooting a good game until I got called off the course. Listen, Milligan, I'm sending Lieutenant Warner back in. I'll tell you now to save time. Warner's going to bring a prisoner to my office for questioning. It's an FBI matter. Agents are here with me now. Forget the prisoner's name. That's right, don't log him out. The government doesn't want a record of this. Good. That's right, just cooperate with Lieutenant Warner. I know it's against regulations, but I made the regulations and I'm telling you to break them. Don't worry about it, Officer Milligan. I assume full responsibility. Fine, I knew I could count on you. Warner will be right over. This is between you, Lieutenant Warner and me. Do I make myself clear? Yes, thank you. Goodbye."

He hung up and turned toward the three on the couch. "I've been practicing that voice for months," Fred commented with a grin, because he could see by the lieutenant's face that he'd imitated the warden with great success. "Get going, Warner. Don't use a prison vehicle. Take your camper. Get Booker T. Reeves out of his cell and put him in the back of your camper. It's late Saturday afternoon, so you shouldn't have much trouble doing it without anyone except Milligan seeing you. You'd better make sure that no one comes after Reeves for a while, or your kid is as good as dead."

Roy had finished buttoning Cindy's blouse back up, and he pulled down her skirt before he got to his feet.

"Do you understand, Warner?" Fred slurred.

Nodding, Roy moved slowly toward the convict. He looked as if he were beaten and docile, but he sprang into action when he got as close as he thought the man with the pistol would allow. He dove at Fred, making a grab for the gun as he butted his head into the unsuspecting man's abdomen.

Both men wound up on the floor, but as they fell Fred managed to slam the gun against the side of Roy's head. The convict got up quickly, still in possession of both pistols, and the addled guard regained his feet a few seconds later, shaking his head in an effort to clear it.

"You lost your head, Warner. I expected you to make some sort of an attempt to stop me, but that was stupid."

Roy didn't argue. He knew he'd acted much too soon, and out of anger rather than logic and training. He'd charged like a dumb ox instead of waiting for a chance and taking a calculated risk.

"Go get Booker T. Reeves. Quit stalling!"

"Don't touch my daughter again," Roy warned.

Fred laughed. "You're in no position to make any demands, big man! like you said, I've got all the aces. I'll give the orders now, and you'll carry them out!"

"Not unless you leave my little girl alone. I'm not going to help you escape and let you get away with rape, too, not when it's my girl! Choose, Sheldon! I'll help you and Reeves escape or you can rape Cindy over my dead body but, by God, you're not getting both!"

"What's to keep me from killing all three of you right here and now!"

"Nothing," Roy answered stubbornly. "But where would it get you?"

"You've got more guts than I gave you credit for, old man. All right, so your kid keeps her cherry. Put Reeves in the camper, without cuffs or leg irons, and park in back of the house. Don't honk and don't get out. We'll be waiting for you. You're going to drive us right out through the front gate, Lieutenant, if you want that kid of yours to live."

* * *

Lieutenant Warner parked his camper outside the door to the guards' locker room. The shift had already changed, so he knew it would be deserted. The locker room wasn't far from the control panel, and the corridors between the two were lined with offices not in use on weekends. There was little-likelihood that anyone of importance other than Milligan would see him taking Booker T. Reeves out of the maximum security building, and Milligan had already been taken care of by Fred Sheldon.

Roy had to admire the man's planning, even though he loathed what he was being forced to do. After this, he could forget about being promoted to captain when Smith retired in a few months, as had been hinted lately. But his daughter's life was vastly more important than becoming captain of the guards, so Roy used his key and entered the building through the locker room.

8

THE BACK DOOR HAD BARELY CLOSED behind Cindy's father when Fred pulled the girl to her feet and guided her toward her bedroom. As he laid her down on her bed, with her arms still tied behind her back, he could hear the engine of the pickup starting. Anita could see what he was doing from where she sat on the couch, and she was snorting and bouncing around, pleading with him not to do it. The muffled sound of her gag-garbled words pleased him greatly. Part of the reason he was going to fuck the girl was to make Anita suffer, to pay her back for throwing him over, but it wasn't the only reason. Cindy was a very appealing little cunt, and his prong throbbed with anticipation as he thought of popping her cherry.

"Shut up, Anita," he warned as he climbed onto the bed with Cindy and spread her legs. "If you holler loud enough to bring help, I may have to really hurt the kid. You know I mean business; don't make me prove it to anyone who would try to stop the escape."

The threat put an end to Anita's protests, and Fred was having no trouble with the young girl herself. Cindy looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes when he knelt between her legs and worked her skirt up over her hips, but she didn't say a word. Her plushy little twat looked so appetizing that he bent over and licked it before he straightened back up and dropped his pants and shorts down around his knees.

"No! No, please!" she gasped, when she got a look at his hairy balls and hard cock.

The sight of his organs filled her with a sense of fascinated horror, because she knew he was going to do a great deal more than show them to her. Her body tingled with expectancy even as her mind was overcome with panic. Mental images of Anita crying out with pleasure as she was having that same stalk rammed into her flitted through Cindy's reeling brain.

Because of the danger surrounding her, Cindy was in a constant state of excitement. Her father had walked in while Fred was finger fucking her through her climax, and the very sordidness of having her own father see her at such an embarrassing moment had kept her passion from fading.

"Nooh!" Cindy whimpered, squirming futilely about as Fred lowered himself onto her. "Don't do at to me! Oh, please, don't put it into me!"

"You're as ready for cock as any girl has ever been," Fred told her while he supported his weight on his elbows and wedged the bulging head of his prick into the slippery tightness of her tiny, hair-rimmed hole.

"Ahhhh!" she cried, her eyes growing larger yet and her mouth falling open.

With a sinking feeling, Cindy realized he was I right. She was utterly helpless and scared to death, but there was no way she could deny the physical facts. The rounded end of his sleek glans was lodged into her virginal cuntmouth, and it felt marvelous to have it there. She was being taken by a man who held the power of life and death over her, and for some insane reason it was tremendously exciting as well as frightening.

She could hardly breathe. Her heart pounded out of control in her heaving chest. The swollen cockhead worked deeper into her small pussy, making Cindy grimace with pain as it opened her sexual aperture wider than it had ever been opened before.

"Jesus, you're tight!" he breathed, rocking his hips in a circular motion as he forced another millimeter of rock-hard meat into the yielding softness of her too-small split.

"Ohhhh!" she sobbed piteously. "You're hurting me!"

Ignoring her cry of distress, Fred forced a little more of his turgid masculinity into her, taking it slow and easy so he could savor the exquisite pleasure of deflowering the young girl.

Cindy's cunt lips were stretched almost to the limit when the tip of his glans snuggled against her maidenhead. He pressed insistently on, tenting her veil of purity and dilating her labia till they gripped his crown like a tight rubber band. The pain in her loins was a bittersweet agony. She couldn't stand it. For a moment she feared she was going to faint; then he increased the pressure and she wished she could pass out.

"You're killing meee! Oh, God! I c-can't ta-AKE IT!"

He quit dallying then, and clapped his hand over Cindy's mouth to muffle the scream he knew his next action would bring from her. Drawing back a fraction of an inch, he tensed his buttocks and glanced toward Anita. She had worked herself off the couch and was slithering toward the bedroom on her belly. She was crying real tears for her stepdaughter, imploring him with her eyes and also a continuous stream of unintelligible pleading to have mercy on the girl.

Fred was having his revenge, and it was sweet. He was also having Cindy, and she was simply delicious. His hard prick had no conscience. He gazed down at the blinking, shuddering child beneath him. Her anguished moans, as heavy with desire as pain, were music to his ears after being in prison so long.

"Now, baby!" he hissed, and he lunged into her.

The taut-skinned head of his dick ripped her virginal membrane to shreds and bludgeoned its way into the depths of her shocked belly, stretching the velvety walls of her pure vagina to accommodate his girth and violating the sanctity of her chaste loins forever. It felt to Cindy as if she were being split in half. She sucked in her breath raggedly as a sheet of red-hot pain washed over her.

She screamed into his sweat-damp palm, her body bucking convulsively at the outrageous crime being perpetrated upon her.

He started fucking her immediately, giving her no respite. The bright-red blood from her ruptured hymen coated his peter. It gushed out past the tight connection of plunging cock and fluttering cunt, and Cindy could feel the warm stickiness of it as it trickled down the crack of her quaking butt and soaked into the bedspread. She screamed into

I'll his hand a half-dozen more times, but each scream was less sincere and lower in volume than the one preceding it. To her astonishment, the intense pain was ebbing with extreme rapidity. He was literally fucking the pain out of her heated loins. Each time his fat dick stroked her, it pumped in pleasure and pumped out pain.

It was less than a minute from the time he'd penetrated her till he removed his hand from her mouth, and by then Cindy hadn't the slightest urge to protest what he was doing to her. She was ready to scream some more, all right, but only if he stopped giving her his wonderful prick. There was a magnificent ache in her loins-along with a torturous burning and itching-and she knew instinctively that nothing in the world but the man's lovely organ could give her the relief she needed so badly.

"You all right?" he asked, humping blissfully away atop her shuddering body.

"Ohhhhhh ... ohhhhhh!" she moaned, thrilling anew each time his heavy nuts slapped into the blood-streaked valley of her quivering buttocks.

Fred glanced toward Anita, who had stopped just inside the bedroom and was sitting up, glaring at him in silent desperation. Her eyes were red and swollen. Tears streaked her cheeks. But the deed was done and her crying was over. Fred made a mental note to watch Anita closely during the escape, because she looked like she wanted to kill him. He winked at her, then returned his attention to Cindy. The girl's mouth hung open, and her lips were twitching. There was a gurgling noise rolling around inside her throat. He lowered his head and French kissed her.

Oh, how awful.' Cindy moaned inwardly as her unwanted passion compelled her to accept his tongue and suck it willingly. He's balling me! I'm being raped! I hate him, and I should hate what he's doing to me! But I don't, damn it! I can't now! It's good! Ohhhhh ... oh, he's fucking me so good!

He broke the tongue-sucking kiss and gazed down at Cindy's lust-contorted face as he fucked her with deliberately long, smooth thrusts. A complacent grin spread over his face. He hadn't lost his touch; the lieutenant's daughter loved the way he was giving it to her. To be so young, and a virgin, at that, she was a hot-assed little bitch. She had the tightest, sweetest snatch he'd ever dipped his wick into, and his single regret was that he would only be able to fuck her this once.

But perhaps not. Anita was going to stay behind with her husband, and he would be holed up for long months after the escape. He would need a female to catch up on the sexing he'd been missing. A hostage wouldn't hurt either, he mused, just in case things didn't come off as smoothly as he hoped. Cindy would fill the bill in both cases, and he decided tentatively to take her with him. It would be poetic justice of a sort, Fred thought with a grin, leaving Anita for Warner and taking the man's daughter for himself. Of course he would release her when he'd finished with her, if she wanted to return home. From the way the little doll was beginning to groove on his dick, he doubted she would want to leave after he'd been screwing her steadily for a few months.

"Do you like it, Cindy?" he taunted, ramming in to the hilt and grinding his pelvis against her puffy mons, causing the end of his prong to flick back and forth over the sensitive mouth of her barely mature womb.

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!" she chanted, chewing her lower lip and making her bound hands into fists under the small of her back.

"I'm fucking you, Cindy. I want to know if you like it. Tell me, honey!"

"Yesss!" she moaned, throwing her legs over his the way she'd seen Anita do. "I do like it now! Ohhhh! Oh, I do!"

"I won't hurt you as long as you and your father do as I say, Cindy. You're a sweet kid. I don't want to hurt you. I want you to help me fuck you. Would you like to?"

"How?" she gasped.

The convict started screwing her again. "Push up to meet me. That's the girl! Oh, yeah, baby, you're a natural! Throw that hot little snatch up to me! It's better when you help, isn't it?"

"Unnn, unnn!" she mewled, working her leg and stomach muscles to hump upward and meet his inrushing pecker in midair. "It is better!" she cooed, as he stuffed her full of cock and drove her compact rump back down to the bed. "Ohhhh ... oh, much better!"

It didn't make a lick of sense to Cindy. He was talking to her so nicely and giving her a really tender fucking now, but he was still a Communist, a convict, an undercover subversive agent, and he was raping her-so she was totally dismayed at herself for responding to him. She couldn't help it though. Her healthy young body was being gloriously taken by a mature man, and her frightened, inhibited mind was no match for the constant barrage of feverish tactile stimulation which her awakened sexual organs fired up to it. She was in a delirious spin, and her prim mind was socked in under a dense fog of steaming lust.

The helpless child hardly knew where she was. Her personality seemed to shrink into the background, and then she scarcely knew who she was. The primeval female within her emerged to take control of her, and the lust-lost girl rutted beneath her rapist in a fit of complete wantonness. Acting purely on the instinct of the species, she hammered her dribbling little pussy up to him fast and hard, matching him stroke for powerful stroke as he began fucking into her furiously and bringing her closer to the orgasmic release she so desperately wanted.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she rasped, her head lolling about and her ass flying up and down. "Ohhhh ... oh, fuck me good!"

She shinnied her tight cunt up and down his sturdy pole as he socked it to her with ever shorter and harder thrusts. The cords connecting her inner thighs to her adolescent body stood out taut and twitching as she hurled herself up and took his pistoning dong into her rippling belly, and loved doing it. Had she been in a normal state of mind and able to see herself, Cindy would've been horrified at her depraved behavior. But her passion-fogged mind was far from normal at the moment, and she couldn't see herself. She could only feel with every raw-ended nerve in her vibrating body, and what she felt was an excruciating pleasure which she couldn't bear up under for another second.

An all-consuming orgasm such as a finger could never give broke deep in the honeyed well of her cock-filled vagina. She arched her spine and flung back her head. Her body was racked by a bone-rattling tremor. A guttural groan of sheer ecstasy ripped from her gaping mouth. Her eyeballs rolled up into their sockets and she collapsed into a shuddering heap.

The snugness of her spasmodically contracting sheath sucked the semen up from Fred's body-hugging nuts, and kept right on milking his cum-spewing dick as he inundated her with torrents of hot sperm. Cindy twitched and jerked uncontrollably, sobbing brokenly as the man bathed her womb with geyser-like gushes of his hot, thick jism.

The bleeding had stopped when Fred withdrew his dwindling rod from the young girl's still-fluttering pussy. A mass of red-flecked, foamy white cream oozed from her gaping little gash and washed down over her weakly winking ass-hole. Cindy lay there gasping for breath with a fatuous smile plastered on her pretty face. She was unable to move, and certainly in no mood to do so.

Fred untied Anita's hands, then removed her gag as she untied her ankles.

"You bastard!" she spat.

He grinned smugly. "Take her in the bathroom and clean her up. And keep your mouth shut when Warner gets back!"

9

WITH HIS KNOWLEDGE OF THE GUARDS' schedule, Roy Warner managed to get Booker T. Reeves out of his maximum security cell and into his camper without any prison official except Officer Milligan-who thought he was cooperating in an important secret activity-knowing about it. This wasn't proper procedure, and he was amazed at Milligan's gullibility. He couldn't blame the guard at the control panel, though, because he had to admit that he himself would've been fooled if he'd only heard Fred Sheldon imitating the warden's voice over the telephone.

This whole rotten business rubbed scathingly against Roy's grain as he drove toward his house. After well over a decade of keeping prisoners in prison and in line, he now found himself in the humiliating position of having to knuckle under and help two of them escape. He swore under his breath as he thought of setting the crazed black militant loose on society again. The court psychiatrists hadn't been able to agree, but there was no doubt in Roy's mind after observing Reeves. The man was insane, a menace to himself or anyone close to him. Roy cringed as he thought of Cindy being held by such an animal.

Thinking of Cindy made him curse himself for not believing his daughter when there'd still been time for him to take precautions against the very thing that was happening now. She'd told him, and she'd been right in accusing him of being blinded by his love for Anita. Anita had obviously played him for a fool, but for the life of him Roy couldn't hate her now, try as he did.

Anita was definitely guilty as Cindy had charged, but she'd been bound and gagged, and he couldn't figure out why. It made no sense. Had she had a change of heart and tried to stop the escape? It couldn't have been done to throw him off and make it appear that his wife as well as his daughter was in danger, because Anita knew that he knew!

All of the evidence wasn't in yet, and until it was, Roy wouldn't pass final judgment on his bride. There was a tiny glimmer of hope within him that Anita had a reason as good as his own for being involved in the prison break. Since there was nothing he could do about it now that Sheldon was armed and had Cindy, Roy intended to give his wife the benefit of the doubt until the sordid mess was over, one way or the other.

If he could take a chance and get one of those guns without endangering Cindy-Anita had involved herself so her danger was her own problem-he would do everything in his power to stop the escape. If he couldn't find and seize an opportunity, then he would let them go and the devil with the consequences, because his innocent daughter's safety was more important than anything. Including his career. And his life, if it came to that.

Roy backed the pickup as close as he could to the kitchen door of his house and sat behind the wheel with the engine idling. It was a couple of long minutes before they came out, and he nearly pulled the steering wheel off as he fought to control his emotions and make himself stay in the cab, as Sheldon had ordered. His natural impulse was to leap out and make a grab for one of the guns. It would be disastrous for Cindy if he failed, though, so he didn't attempt it. There would be a chance. There always was. When it came, he would grab it and gun the escapees down like the dogs they were. He would be acting in the line of duty, and so, perfectly justified in killing them both.

The back door of the house opened, and all three came out together. In the rear-view mirror, Roy could see that the bonds had been removed from both his wife and daughter. Cindy was in the middle as they walked toward the back of the camper, and she appeared to be in some sort of daze. Sheldon and Anita flanked her, and Anita had her arm around Cindy's shoulders. It didn't look like Cindy was hurt, so Roy hopefully told himself that she was in a state of shock. It made him all the more angry and determined.

You bastards will pay for this! he muttered to himself. Just slip up once! That's all I ask!

Fred put Cindy in the back of the camper with Reeves and climbed in himself. Anita came around and got into the cab with Roy.

"I'm sorry, Roy," she said, refusing to meet his gaze as she shut the door and settled on the far side of the seat.

Roy put the pickup in gear and began driving toward the front gate. "Everything Cindy said was true," he muttered accusingly. When Anita hung her head and said nothing, he added, "They say there's no fool like an old fool, and you sure proved them right, didn't you? Did you enjoy playing me for a sucker, Anita?"

"Oh, Roy," she murmured, blinking back her tears. "No, darling. I loved you. I still do."

"Then why are you doing this, goddamn it? There must be a reason!"

"There is," she replied, taking a tissue from the glove compartment and dabbing at her eyes. "But it doesn't matter now, does it? As far as you and I are concerned, I mean."

"It might. Try me and see. I want to hear it."

"At first, it was exactly like Cindy said. I'm a Communist agent. You were my assignment. I didn't love you when we were married. It took a couple of weeks of living with you before that came, and I fought against it hard, believe me. But I couldn't help falling in love with you, honey, and when I did, it changed everything.

"Fred was my lover. You may as well know it. We worked together as a team. I didn't contact him, like I was supposed to. I couldn't. When he came to the house, we did everything Cindy said. Seeing him again made me doubt myself, if you can understand that. But afterward I realized for sure that you're the most important thing in the world to me. I told Fred. I begged him to forget the escape and fix it with The Party. All I wanted was to be left alone so I could live my own life, with you and Cindy.

"He said if I'd help him with the escape-he doesn't know that Cindy overheard us and told you-that he'd make it look like I was a captive, too, so you wouldn't know, and that he'd tell The Party something that would get me off the hook and leave me free. I was worried that something might go wrong, so I told Mm I couldn't do it. That's when he told me he'd have Cindy killed on her way home from school if I didn't help him. So here we are."

"I'd like to believe you," Roy said, and it was a simple statement of fact.

Anita slid across the seat and put her hand on his thigh. "It wouldn't make any difference now anyway, darling," she sighed. "I can't stay with you. The details of the escape will have to come out. I'd be arrested and sent to prison."

"Maybe all the details wouldn't have to come out," he mused.

"I won't let you corrupt yourself to protect me, Roy. In time, you'd hate yourself for it. You're built that way, and that's part of what I love about you. It wouldn't work, darling."

Roy slowed down. They were approaching the gate. The guards recognized his camper and were opening the gate for him to pass through. Roy slowed down more, till the pickup was barely moving.

The gate guards weren't correctional officers like Roy and his men. The gate guards didn't work with prisoners. They were protectors of property, and the tools of their trade were firearms. They had revolvers strapped around their waists, and loaded rifles ready for their use were inside the gate hut. Roy was thinking hard, wondering how he could get one of the gate guards' revolvers without the men who were holding his daughter knowing it. He glanced over his shoulder toward the camper.

"I know what you're thinking, Roy," Anita said quickly. "Don't do it! Fred knows the guards always wave you through. If you stop, he and Reeves may kill Cindy and come out shooting! It isn't worth the risk, Roy! Let them go! Tell the police what you know, and let the FBI get them at the Republican Convention! It's Cindy's life, honey!"

Roy gritted his teeth and eased down on the accelerator. As he drove through the gate, he forced a smile and gave his usual little wave to the familiar guards. He heard Anita heave a sigh of relief, and he couldn't help but wonder if she actually cared about Cindy or was merely snowing him again and making an even bigger fool of him. But it wasn't worth the risk. His daughter's life was at stake, not just his own. Anita told him they were going to a fishing cabin. She gave directions, and Roy drove in sullen silence. They were outside the prison now, and he, the ranking lieutenant of the prison's guards, had helped two of the prisoners escape. It tied a knot in his guts.

The two convicts who held Cindy at gunpoint in the camper began breathing easier once the pickup had passed through the gate. Reeves and Sheldon sat side by side on the bunk, with Cindy, the muzzle of a pistol pressed to each side of her head, sitting on the camper floor between their feet. The black militant was a huge man of thirty, with thick lips and skin black as coal. He dwarfed Fred as he sat beside him with his shaved head gleaming and his face twisting into a lecherous grin. His dark eyes were riveted on the small white girl they held hostage. It was Cindy's fear as much as her youthful beauty which brought Reeves' enormous black cock up to a thumping erection. He laid his gun aside and stroked Cindy's head much as he might have a dog's. He ran his fingers through her lustrous auburn tresses, then clasped her head and forced her to swing around and assume a kneeling position between his legs.

"You're a pretty little honky," the grinning Negro said, holding her head in one big hand while he ran his fingertips over Cindy's trembling lips. "I think I'll let you lick my dick."

Cindy's face mirrored her terror. She blinked with horrified disbelief while Reeves laughed insanely, holding her with one hand and opening his fly with the other. He brought out ten incredible inches of black prick and drew Cindy's face toward it. Too stunned for speech, Cindy could only stare at the enormous pole as her face was drawn closer and closer to it. She resisted with all her might the pressure being applied to the back of her head, but his strength was so Much greater than hers that her feeble efforts only amused him. He brought her frightened face right up to his rod, laughing his cackling laugh all the while, and rubbed the undersurface of his wrist-thick shaft against her chin and nose.

"Give me some head, baby. Stick out your tongue and lick Booker's meat."

He expects me to actually lick his penis! Cindy moaned within, clamping her lips tightly together and trying to shake her head. I won't do it! I can't! My God, how awful! What'll I do? He's not clean! He stinks! I'll throw up if he makes me lick his nasty thing! He's even worse than Fred-wan ting me to do such a perverted thing!

"Fred!" she gasped, gripping at Reeves' knees and trying to pull herself back from his loins. "Fred, make him stop! Make him leave me alone!"

There was a portable radio in the camper. Fred switched it on and set the volume high, so Cindy's father wouldn't hear what was going on and stop. Everything was going smoothly, and he didn't want any trouble from Roy. He didn't think much of any white girl being forced to suck any nigger's dick, but The Party needed Reeves and he tried to conceal his racial prejudice for the good of the cause. Besides, Reeves looked as if he could crush a man's head with his bare hands if he chose to do so, so Fred wasn't about to take Cindy's side against the hulking Negro.

"Help me, Fred!" Cindy begged, her eyes bulging out grotesquely when the Negro pulled her head up and aimed the slitted end of his monstrous organ at her mouth. "He's going to make me suck his dirty penis!"

Reeves laughed his insane laugh, a bit tensely this time, and forced the rounded tip of his bare dickhead between Cindy's soft, resisting lips.

Leaning over the struggling child, Fred put his mouth close to her ear and whispered through the sound of blaring music from the radio, "There's nothing I can do about it, Cindy. I guess you'll just have to suck him off. If you don't do it, he'll probably rape you. You won't be able to take that big pecker of his in your tight little pussy. It might rupture something inside you. Go on, honey. Suck him off and get it over with."

Cindy thought she was going to pass out. The realization that she would have to do the perverse bidding of this vulgar black man caused her to shudder and groan out her fearful frustration. His dreaded glans was between her lips now. She could feel the heat of its taut, oily skin on the smooth inner surfaces of her oral petals as the forefront of it nudged insistently at her clenched teeth.

The strong masculine scent wafting up into her nostrils was affecting her strangely. Each time she inhaled his aroma, it was less offensive than the last. She was beginning to feel giddy and excited. His fingers gripped the back of her straining neck, and squeezed. Cindy opened her mouth reflexively, and the black militant fed his huge dick into her moist oral cavern.

"Noooo!" she cried, pushing at his thighs and squirming futilely between his legs as inch after inch of his mammoth dong slipped slowly but surely into her shocked mouth. She didn't dare bite him, and had to fight back the instinctive urge to do so. When she had taken about four of Ins ten inches, the bluntly rounded end of his enormous crown pressed into the soft lining at the back of her throat and made her gag. "Nooh ... oh, God ... noooo!" she moaned around her mouthful of dark meat.

Reeves allowed her head to rise just enough to ease her discomfort, but wouldn't permit her to take her mouth off his bloated sex organ. "Suck it, white girl. Suck it good or I'll spill your brains all over my lap."

His voice was cold and cocksure, and so was the muzzle of the pistol he pressed against the side of Cindy's head.

An icy shiver raced zigzag up Cindy's spine. Beads of cold sweat popped out all over her. She deplored having his foul penis in her mouth, but she knew she'd better start sucking it, and fast. Her soft pink lips fitted themselves reluctantly around the girth of his hard, stanchion-like organ, and she forced herself to begin bobbing her head.

Her first attempt at cocksucking was pitifully inept, but since her life depended on it, she did her very best. It must have pleased the horny black man, because he tossed the pistol aside and lazed back luxuriously to watch the unwilling girl gobble his knob.

The pickup left the pavement and bumped along an ill-kept gravel road, moving considerably slower now.

The speed of the pickup had nothing to do with the speed of Cindy's bobbing head, however. After her first half-minute or so, she found that the depraved act wasn't nearly as horrifying as she'd supposed. Her discerning taste buds were beginning to appreciate the tangy flavor of the Negro's masculine turgidity. Once that happened, her revulsion ebbed away and an obscene thrill coursed through her.

She knew the act being forced upon her was unspeakably perverse, but she couldn't help but warm to it rapidly. Her fear was with her constantly, heightening the sudden sense of wanton depravity which swept over her at the realization that she was starting to like the taste of cock.

Whereas she'd been petrified only brief moments earlier, Cindy was now turning into a willing cocksucker for the Negro. She had no way of knowing that her immoral response was actually quite normal and healthy under the circumstances. All she knew was that the man's massive black dick was tasting awfully good and exciting her terribly. She felt totally wicked and demented, but her whole world seemed all of a sudden to be revolving around the delicious fat dick she had in her mouth.

"Mmmmm, mmm, mmm," she began to chant as she bobbed her pretty head faster and faster, making the top four inches of the glistening black shaft disappear again and again into the contrasting whiteness of her enraptured young face.

I'm such a horrid person! Horrid, horrid, horrid! her prim conscience kept screaming, while from the pleasure-seeking part of her mind she was receiving a totally different message. I like it! I'm glad he made me go down on him! I know why Anita couldn't say no to Fred now! Oh, it's exciting! So vulgar and exciting!

Cindy clung to the man's muscular legs and sucked his stalk greedily. She couldn't help herself, and didn't want to. His pulsing black organ had in her mind become the core of reality, and she couldn't lavish enough oral affection on it. In addition to sucking it, she began licking eagerly at the sleek glans with her tongue each time she raised up.

She could hear Reeves' peals of cackling laughter filling the camper and almost drowning out the loud music coming from the radio. She didn't care. He could laugh his damned head off for all she cared. He'd forced her to start blowing him, but now that she was into the perverse act she found herself so caught up in lust that she was sucking him for her own pleasure, not his. Cindy didn't understand what had come over her, but at the moment she was in no mood to stop and analyze it. He'd turned her into a cocksucker like her stepmother, and Cindy found herself reveling in the new role which had been thrust upon her.

She grasped the throbbing column of flesh with her small hands and started fondling it while she sucked ravenously at the fluid-leaking cockhead.

"Mmmmmm-MMMMMM!" Reeves exclaimed, directing his remark to his white benefactor. "Man, Fred, this little cunt sure gives some mean head!"

Fred nodded but said nothing. He'd been watching Cindy turn herself on to cocksucking. He was amazed at her innate capacity for eroticism. He'd taken her cherry scarcely thirty minutes before, and she'd loved losing it. Now she was going down on the mad nigger with utter abandon. Blowing Reeves was really moving her, and the sight of the young girl sucking the nigger's dick so uninhibitedly had already moved Fred's penis from its flaccid condition to a state of pounding hardness. He decided definitely to take her along as a hostage and use her as a sex slave while he was in hiding and cut off from the outside world.

The camper rolled to a stop in front of the isolated fishing cabin Anita had rented. There were other cabins down near the lake, but the one she'd chosen was set far back on the side of a hill and surrounded by woods.

Cindy wasn't sure that the pickup had stopped, or that her father and stepmother were getting out of the cab and coming around to open the camper's door. The lust-lost child was oblivious of everything except the stiff prick in her hungry mouth and hot little hands. She could hear Reeves' masculine groans and feel his penis starting to twitch erratically. She knew he was about to come, but she couldn't stop sucking his lovely big dick. Cindy knew for sure then that her mind had been corrupted beyond the point of no return, because she wanted him to have an orgasm. She was in such a raging fit of demented lust that she wanted him to shoot his cum into her mouth and let her swallow it, the way she'd seen Anita do with Fred.

"Ohhhh ... suck it, baby ... suck it ... suck it!" Reeves was moaning when Roy and Anita swung open the door and peered into the camper. "Ung ... here it comes ... ahhhh ... keep sucking ... UNG!"

Roy's reaction was predictable when he looked into his camper and saw his beloved daughter being given a mouthful of hot cum by the grunting black convict. He didn't want to believe his horrified eyes, because it was perfectly obvious that Cindy wasn't protesting against the grossly obscene act. Her eyes were glassy and her cheeks were hollowed inward with harsh suction. She was taking the black cock's vile flow willingly and eagerly, sucking it from his expanding and contracting dong and gulping it down. For a second, Roy was too dumfounded to move a muscle or say a word. He stood there gawking in utter incredulity, watching his precious daughter's throat work spasmodically as she strained to swallow the Negro's load squirt by squirt. She couldn't, because it was gushing into her inexperienced mouth too fast, and when Roy saw a wave of foamy white semen wash over her lips and trickle down her quivering chin, it was more than he could take.

"You goddamned bastard-I'll kill you!! ! " he bellowed. In his blind rage, Roy half-climbed, half-dove in through the camper's door.

Had The Party not needed Reeves and his Black Rangers at the Republican Convention, Fred would've been very happy to sic back and watch Roy Warner kill him. But The Party did need Reeves for that bloody job. Indeed, it was the only reason for the prison break. Without Reeves to lead them, the Black Rangers wouldn't attempt the suicidal mission. The madman had to be kept alive and well at all costs, so Fred cold-cocked Cindy's outraged father with the butt of his pistol as Roy tried to storm into the camper.

There was a dull crack of steel on skull, and Roy tumbled unconscious back out through the camper's door. He thudded to the ground and lay there unmoving as Anita screamed and flung herself to her knees beside him.

Cindy was only dimly aware of the action going on around her. She was having her first taste of cum, and her wild passion had all but blocked her senses of sight and sound. She was barely aware of her own identity, so she could hardly have been expected to know what was happening.

More! More! More! a gluttonous voice within her cried, and she sucked the Negro's cum-spewing prick as if her very life depended on draining him of his entire load.

Reeves had balls the size of lemons, they were so swollen with sperm. His huge dick pumped for an ungodly long time, gushing torrents of his pent-up cum into Cindy's suctioning mouth.

When his dong finally quit squirting, Cindy groaned and shook her head as if to clear it of her insane lust. White strings of the Negro's gluey cream streaked her puffy pink lips and dainty white chin. The inside of her mouth and throat was coated with it, but the bulk of Reeves' massive load lay in her stomach, sending a warm glow out through the rest of her quaking young body.

10

ROY WAS ALREADY COMING AROUND when Cindy and the two convicts climbed out of the camper. This was the chance Roy had been hoping for, because Cindy was first out. Fred helped the confused child gc t her feet on the ground, and in the process he was careless with the gun in his right hand. It would've been a simple matter for a man with Roy's training to wrench the pistol away from him and take control of the situation, if he'd been standing near the camper's door.

But Roy was sitting on the ground, with a lump on his aching head and Anita fussing over him. He was a bit addled at the moment. He saw the chance come and go before his blinking eyes, and he cursed himself for acting like a father when he should've controlled his emotions like the professional prison guard he was. He'd muffed it. Time was running out. He seriously doubted that he would get another chance.

Grinning from ear to ear, Booker T. Reeves swung out of the camper behind Fred and stretched luxuriously as he looked about at the trees on the hill above and the blue water of the lake below. He hadn't bothered to zip up, and his long, limp stalk dangled obscenely from his gaping fly, the front portion of it coated with Cindy's saliva and glittering in the sunlight.

"Man, this is all right!" he exclaimed, scratching his crotch with the barrel of his pistol. "Just look at these wide-open spaces, would you? Ain't nobody going to get me back in that hole again. No way!"

Rarely had Roy ever felt like killing a man in cold blood, but if he'd had a gun he would've done it then. The sight of the Negro's dick, wetted with his daughter's saliva, made Roy's blood boil with hatred for the man. He dug his fingers into the earth and pushed himself up.

"Don't make me kill you, Warner," Fred warned.

"Why did you hit him, damn it?" Anita screeched. "You didn't have to hit him so hard, Fred!"

"I saw the look in his eyes," Fred told her, keeping his gun trained on Roy. "It was either knock him out or shoot him. Now, get off my back, Anita. Take your husband in the cabin, or I may have to shoot him yet."

"Come on, Roy," Anita urged, tugging at his arm. "There's nothing you can do now."

"Cindy?" Roy said, holding out his hand.

The girl moved forward on shaky legs and took her father's proffered hand. It was obvious she wasn't in complete possession of her mental faculties at the moment. Little wonder, for her loins were on fire and her pussy was dribbling the hot, clear liquid of desire, while at the same time she was suffering a flood of shame and humiliation because of the disgusting things she'd done.

"They made me suck him, Daddy!" she sobbed.

Roy put his arm around her and led her toward the cabin. "I know, sweetie. Hold your head up. It wasn't your fault. Don't think about it, Cindy!"

It was impossible for Cindy not to think about it. The experience had been both horrible and unbelievably thrilling, and it had burned itself into the young girl's brain. Without being consciously aware of doing so, she extended her tongue and licked absently at the strings of cum on her lips.

"Goddamn it to hell!" Roy muttered, whipping out his handkerchief and wiping clean his daughter's messy lips and chin.

"I didn't know they were going to do anything like this, Roy!" Anita whined apologetically.

"Shut up, damn you!" Roy barked. "This is all your fault, Anita! You got us into this!"

The suddenly quiet air of the pleasant Indian summer day was rent by a burst of Booker T. Reeves' cackling laughter. It sounded as if he thought the Warner family's squabble was simply hilarious.

There were boats on the lake. People were fishing, both from boats and the shore. They were all too far away to hear anything but Reeves' insane laughter, and that only faintly. None of the weekend pleasure seekers suspected that a prison break was going on right under their noses-one which could set into motion a chain of events that might change the country forever.

Once they were inside the cabin, Fred held his gun on Roy while Reeves tied his hands behind his back and bound his ankles together.

"Sorry to have to truss you up, Warner," Fred said, after Reeves had tied Roy into a straight-backed chair and rendered him helpless. "It's for your own good. I won't be able to watch you every second, and one never knows what an irate father and husband might do."

"You bastard!" Roy spat. "You won't get away with this! They'll catch you and bring you back! Both of you! Look out then, because I'll make your lives so miserable you'll wish you were dead!"

Anita produced the clothing she'd bought and stashed for the escape when she'd rented the cabin. "Don't antagonize them, Roy," she pleaded. "It's almost over. As soon as they change their clothes, we'll be gone and out of your life forever."

Gone? Anita is going with them? Cindy's mind was rather numb because of the melange of incompatible emotions which were churning around inside her, but she was thinking clearly enough to be surprised by her stepmother's statement. She didn't say anything about going with them to me! But maybe she has to. Maybe it would blow her cover if she didn't. That's got to be it! She's going with them to finish the assignment, then she'll come back. She has to! Otherwise, I've been a terrible fool!

The cabin was only a one-room affair, with table and chairs on one side and a bed on the other. The men started taking off their prison clothing, and Cindy couldn't keep her eyes off them. She was sitting in a chair to the side and slightly to the rear of her father. Anita was standing at the foot of the bed at the other side of the room, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as if she were anxious to get going. Fred and Reeves were standing beside the bed, hurriedly making themselves naked. They were all within a few feet of one another.

Reeves was eyeing Anita. When he removed his shorts, his big dick stood out perpendicular to his body. It lifted jerkily, swelling and growing, making it perfectly obvious that Anita's blonde beauty was having a powerful effect on him. He sat down on the side of the bed, removed his shoes and socks, then grasped Anita's wrist and pulled her around in front of him. A lecherous grin came over his face. He put his hand under her dress and began feeling her up.

"Stop it!" Anita snapped, and out of pure reflex she slapped him.

It was a mistake. Reeves let out a howl of his characteristic laughter and pulled her down onto his lap, wrapping one arm around her and holding her elbows to her sides while he explored her sexual charms with his other hand beneath her dress.

"I want to fuck her," Reeves said, directing his blunt statement to Fred.

"There's no time, Booker," Fred told him. "We've got to get moving."

"I want to fuck her now!" Reeves insisted, yanking her panty crotch band aside and ramming a finger up her unprepared cunt.

"Ouch! Damn it, stop! You're hurting me! Make him stop, Fred!"

The unholy smile of a sadistic voyeur played over Fred's face as he stood watching the massive Negro manhandle the woman who had jilted him.

He saw Anita struggling furiously and heard her begging for help while Reeves wrestled her down onto the bed and ripped off her panties. The mad black was going to rape her, Fred realized, and he experienced a strange sort of satisfaction at the sight of the woman he'd once loved being taken by force.

Fred didn't want Anita now, not with her loving Roy Warner more than she did him, so why should he care if Reeves split her in half with his horsecock? The answer was, he didn't. In fact, his own penis was rearing up with voyeuristic anticipation. He wanted to see Anita get hers, and from Reeves, too. There was no way he could stop Booker from having her, short of shooting the man, and he wasn't about to do that. Anita was worthless to The Party since she'd fallen for Joe America in the form of a prison guard, and she might even be dangerous to have around in the future; whereas Booker T. Reeves and his Black Rangers were of great importance to the cause. Anita thought she was going with him, but she was dead wrong. Fred was going to take Cindy along and leave Anita behind, with her cunt so stretched and loose that Warner would be able to get his dick into her without touching the sides of her hole.

"Go on, Booker, ram it to her," Fred encouraged. "We'll take time. Neither of us will be missed at the prison for a while yet, and we've both got a lot of sexing to catch up on. Cindy, get out of those clothes, honey. I'm going to fuck you again."

"No, Fred!" Anita yelled. "MY GOD-YOU

CAN'T LET THIS HAPPEN!! ! "

"YOU LOW-LIFE SONOFABITCH!" Roy shouted, straining at his bonds and trying to rise even though he was attached securely to the chair. "I'LL KILL YOU! IF I EVER GET MY HANDS ON YOU, I'LL KILL YOU BOTH!! ! "

"Man, oh, man!" Reeves chortled between peals of cackling laughter. "Listen to that mother-fucker carry on, would you? Hot damn, you Communists really got class! This here is what I call some kind of prison break!"

When Fred walked over and stuck his erection to within an inch of Cindy's face, she threw her father a helpless, questioning look.

Roy closed his eyes and groaned out the agony of his impotent outrage.

Hands gripped Cindy's head, turning it and angling it. A warm, velvety knob touched her lips. Blinking at Fred's hairy abdomen, Cindy whimpered and opened her mouth. There were traces of her virginal blood on the man's organ, but Cindy could hardly complain with it being thrust into her mouth. "Suck it, honey!" she heard Fred say, his voice drifting into her ears as if through a fog, and she obediently circled his sturdy shaft with her soft lips and began lapping at its weeping head with her dainty tongue.

When he saw that he was going to have no trouble with Cindy, Fred pushed her head away and said, "That's enough for now, baby. I'll let you suck me some more later. Stand up. Booker is going to screw your stepmother. Let's you and I go stand beside the bed and watch them. I'll help you undress over there." He took her hand and helped the dazed child to her feet.

The legs of Roy's chair were beating the floor. He looked positively apoplectic. His face was red with rage and beads of sweat were rolling off his forehead. He was yanking so hard at his bonds that the rope was cutting the blood from his wrists. His voice was a croaking bellow as he screamed stridently at Fred and Booker, hurling insults and threats against their lives.

Roy knew that pleading for mercy would get him nowhere with animalistic beasts such as these. He was nearly out of his head with enraged grief, but there was a noble reason behind his apparent madness. He was ready to sacrifice himself for his daughter, and was doing everything in his power to draw the men's attention to him instead of the women. His reasoning was that if he could get them to vent their hostility on him, it would dissipate their pent-up sexuality as well and, hopefully, would shock them into more sensible action and send them on their way.

It didn't work. Fred picked up Anita's ripped panties and walked over and stuffed them into Roy's mouth, silencing him quite effectively. To make sure he remained silent, Fred secured his wife's panties in Roy's mouth with a length of rope drawn tightly around his head and between his teeth.

"Don't make such a fuss, old man," Fred taunted. "I've already slipped the banana to your little girl once today, and she liked the hell out of it. Wait'll I get it in her again, and you'll see what I mean. She's a helluva lay."

There was nothing more Roy could do. His head ached and his bleeding wrists hurt something fierce. With Anita's panties crammed into his mouth he was having difficulty breathing through only his nostrils, and his lungs were bursting for air. He shut his eyes and groaned mournfully at his inability to prevent his daughter's sexual degradation.

All Reeves had managed to get off Anita so far were her shoes and panties. She was fighting the naked Negro like a mother wildcat protecting her litter and den-slapping, clawing and hissing-while he kept laughing and lunging at her crazily. She caught him a good one across the cheek with her sharp fingernails, raising four ugly welts from which blood dripped freely. His cackling laughter ended abruptly then. He snorted and wiped at his cheek, looked at the blood on his fingers and began shaking with rage. His expression changed from sensual playfulness to cold brutality.

"Goddamn honky pig!" he spat, and he slapped Anita viciously.

There was a crack like the sound of a rifle shot when his palm contacted her cheek. The force of his blow snapped Anita's head to the side, and the pain of it made her scream. He backhanded her and she screamed again. He held her down with one hand and kept slapping her with the other till he'd reduced the blonde beauty to a state of slavering submissiveness.

"You ready to take your fucking now, pig? Or do you want me to really work you over first?"

Anita blinked up through tear-misted eyes at the huge Negro. With his head shaved, he looked like the Devil himself, and there was no doubt in her mind that he would beat her to within an inch of her life if she didn't give in and submit to him. The sides of her face were crimson from the slapping he'd given her. Her cheeks stung and burned so badly that she wanted no more of his wrathful persuasion. She sniffled and nodded her head fearfully.

"What does that mean, pig?"

"Fuck me," she whined. "Do it and get it over with!"

Reeves grinned with triumphant glee as he hooked his fingers into the bodice of Anita's dress. His eyes glinting evilly, he gave One long, powerful yank and ripped out the entire front of her fashionable frock.

"God help me!" Anita gasped, her blue eyes mirroring her stark fear of the man as he ripped off her bra with one swift motion of his ham-like hand.

Poor little Cindy stood beside the bed taking it all in. The child was terror-stricken yet wildly excited by what the Negro was doing to her gorgeous stepmother. Her pubescent body shook uncontrollably and her perfect white teeth chattered nervously together. Fred stood behind the girl, looking over her shoulder while he rubbed his hard dick against the globes of her compact bottom. His arms were around her, his hands and fingers busy divesting her of her garments. Neither Fred nor Cindy spoke, but their labored breathing was evidence of their sensual excitement.

From the chair in which he sat bound and gagged, Roy was also taking everything in. He had never known he could hate as much as he hated the men who were ravishing his innocent daughter and his cringing wife. The roots of his teeth ached clear into his jawbones from the force of his gnashing at the rough rope and Anita's smooth nylon panties. Every nerve and cell in his body twanged with the instinctive urge to protect his child and help his wife, but that strong urge was thwarted by the ropes which held him virtually immobile in the chair. His righteous indignation was so great that he was dangerously close to having a stroke.

Reeves spread Anita's shapely legs and dove atop her. He made her take his hard cock in her hand and guide its huge black head into the softness of her warm, blonde twat. She was dry as a bone and shivering with dread. Ignoring her piteous cries of pain, he worked his doorknob-size cockhead into her unlubricated pink slot. With a roar of sadistic delight, he hurled himself down at her and plunged all ten inches of his black prick into the shocked depths of the white woman's recoiling belly.

Anita screamed, and she almost passed out.

Her face screwed up in agony and her body was racked by a series of spine-wrenching convulsions. She could feel the gigantic cock boring its way into her, the head of it ramming into the mouth of her womb, jamming it high into her stomach to make room for the rest of his impossibly big dong. Though it took only a split second, Anita thought he would never stop reaming into her.

Finally his crotch thudded against hers and his muscular chest bore down and flattened her large, soft breasts between their bodies, and Anita knew she had taken all that he had. She shuddered and groaned. He must've weighed two hundred and fifty pounds or more. He was smothering her, crushing her, and it felt as if the head of his horsecock was rammed all the way up to her chest. She lay beneath him, whimpering like a whipped dog as she fought to catch the breath he'd knocked from her.

"You know you've got a cock in that hot belly of yours, don't you?" Reeves gloated, pushing himself up onto his elbows and gazing down at her.

Anita tried to answer, but she was too short of breath to form the words. "Unn ... unn!" was all she managed to get out through her drawn-back lips.

Supporting his own weight on his elbows and knees now, Reeves backed eight of his ten inches out of Anita's tight sexual orifice. Her pink labia drew out around his wrist-thick shaft, clinging to it jerkily and distending out from her body. His rod shone wetly with the secretions which were always present in her inner cunt. With only the head left in, he paused and grinned down at her. The tenseness and fear was already draining out of her expression. Her upper lip twitched and her eyelids fluttered as he let himself settle back down on her slowly, giving her an inch of meat at a time.

His organ had collected enough juices from inside her to sufficiently lubricate the unholy union of his black dick and her white snatch. When he began slipping it gently back into her through the tight ring of her gripping cuntal folds, Anita found herself sighing with pleasure instead of crying out with pain. The blunt end of his crown nudged her womb, then displaced it upward and stretched her vagina again as he forced the remaining inches of his shaft into her, impaling her on its full length for the second time. "Ohhhhhh!" she gasped.

Reeves chuckled and began fucking her with long, lazy thrusts.

There was no pain for Anita now. In its place was a sensation of being filled to capacity and sexually used to the limit. It delighted Anita's vagina but shocked her mind. She experienced a sinking feeling of horror as she realized she was beginning to like being forcefully taken by this vulgar Negro. She didn't want to like it even a little bit. because her husband and stepdaughter were watching and she feared it would lower her even further in their eyes.

The skewered young woman had no choice in the matter, however, because her voluptuous body easily overruled her resisting mind. Their sexual connection was extremely snug, and the friction of his pole sawing in and out of her hairy split sent ripples of illicit pleasure arcing through her loins. It was purely a physical reaction, because she loathed the man himself.

Reeves' prong was by far the largest Anita had ever had, and he was giving her a really thorough fucking. The bed creaked and snapped as he increased his efforts and began ramming the meat into her harder and faster.

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," Anita chanted, hating herself for responding to the lewd fucking she was being forced to take in full view of the man she loved.

Her hips began to move with the thrusting Negro. She couldn't hold herself back any longer. It was getting too good. He was jostling her about, his hard, rubbery cockhead massaging her sensitive womb and his heavy, hairy nuts kissing into the crack of her undulating ass.

"No! Oh, noooo!" she moaned, licking absently at her parted lips as she dug her fingernails into the mattress beside her gyrating hips.

"Getting good for you, is it?" Reeves chuckled, slipping his ham-like hands under her and cupping her soft white buttocks. He tilted her pelvis so his rod could probe deeper into the moist heat of her heaving belly, then started pulling her up to meet him each time he socked it home.

"Ahhhhhh ... oh, God ... ahhhh!" Anita squealed involuntarily, because it was more than good.

She was being screwed as she'd never been screwed before, and it was divine. A pleasured groan of surrender escaped her pursed, trembling lips. She flung her arms around the dark, barrel-like body of the man who was ravishing her so completely and, locking her legs over his, began fucking with him eagerly, helping him give it to her hard and fast.

"Fuck me!" she mewled, hammering her sopping snatch up to him, matching him stroke for stroke. "Jesus! What a cock! So big. . . so hard ... ohhhhhh ... so damned GOOD!"

"ANITA!" Roy croaked in stunned horror around his gag.

"I c-can't help it, Roy!" she whined, glancing at her husband with an agonized expression that begged his forgiveness. "I'm sorry, honey ... but ... damn it, I can't!"

Roy knew then that he still loved the beautiful blonde and she him, despite everything that had happened. Her blue eyes, moist with tears, implored him to understand her sensual plight. He glared at her, trying to understand and forgive but failing in his misery, his gray eyes mirroring the tumultuous emotions which were churning about within him. Anita's eyes turned glassy. She ripped her gaze away from Roy and looked up at the Negro. When Reeves lowered his head and pressed his thick lips to hers, Roy saw his wife open her mouth and take his tongue willingly inside.

Hot fingers of vicarious lust gripped at Roy's heart, sending a terrible, bittersweet ache down to his groin. He cursed his penis for rising as he watched his wife accept the black man in a total sexual embrace. Her cheeks were hollowed inward from sucking the tongue which filled her mouth. The muscles in her abdomen shone smoothly through a film of sweat as she bounced her dripping hole up and down on the monster cock which filled it like he himself could never hope to do. Roy glanced down at his tented trousers, then at his daughter, who was now nude and being fondled all over by the other sex-starved convict. He groaned out his helplessness, chewing into his gag and straining against his bonds.

Cindy's adolescent pussy was dribbling hot goo down her legs and her big brown eyes were completely glazed over with lust. She'd been in an erotic daze when they'd entered the cabin. It was ten times worse for her now. She was being bombarded by blatant sensuality through her eyes, and ears as well as through her sexually awakening body. She and Fred stood beside the bed, staring at Reeves and Anita as they lost themselves in the blissful heat of passion and fucked each other like mad. Fred had his hard dick stuck between her legs from behind. His arms were around her, one hand working her aching titties over and the other pumping two fingers within the juicy slot at the apex of her shaky legs.

The young girl could only stand there shivering and panting. Her adorable little body was burning up with fever. Her brain was enveloped by a cloud of rolling steam; its cells were soggy with desire, rendering her incapable of intelligent thought. The innocent child was in a veritable state of animalistic rut. Her precocious body was fairly screaming to be used sexually, in any and every way, and her passion-fogged mind was too numb to allow her conscience even a squeak of protest.

"FUCK ME ... AHHHHHH ... FUCK ME HARDER ... HARDER!" Anita yelled, her voice hardly recognizable it was so ragged and hoarse.

The brutish Negro huffed for air and gave her exactly what she asked for. He powered the pole to her, his buttocks clenching and relaxing relentlessly. Their sweat-soaked abdomens slapped together, with Reeves grunting and Anita sighing vociferously-

"GAWD!" she groaned. "GAWD ... GAWD ... GAWD!! ! "

"Shake it, baby!" he rasped. "Shake that hot butt!"

Reeves pistoned his enormous dong into the sucking cylinder of Anita's squishy cunt at a fantastic clip. She stayed right with him, not missing a stroke, their bodies working together like two pieces of a well-oiled machine. The friction became too hot for Anita's quivering organs to endure. She arched upward and threw back her head, screaming shrilly.

Her body shook like an electric vibrator as Reeves rammed his huge rod full into her and drove her quaking buttocks back down to the bed. He left his cockstalk in her right up to the hilt, letting it soak in her spasming depths while Anita rode out her climax, sobbing brokenly and shuddering uncontrollably.

Then he withdrew, leaving her weak and spent. He picked her up as if she weighed nothing and turned her over onto her stomach. Dragging her face and upper torso down the mattress, he grasped her fleshy hips and lifted her up to her knees.

Anita was still descending from the heights of her mind-blowing orgasm when she realized Booker was spreading her legs and kneeling behind her. Since he hadn't shot off yet, she suspected he was going to put it into her dog-fashion and screw her some more. It was all right with her. She was wrung out from the fucking he'd already given her, but she supposed it would do her little good to object. He seemed set on getting his nuts off in her, so she decided to relax and have it over with as quickly as possible.

"Uuunnnggg!" she sighed, when he held her around the waist and slipped his long, fat dick into her snatch from behind. She was completely relaxed now, and it felt delightful to have him back inside her slippery sex tunnel. A complacent smile washed over her face and she snuggled her soft rump against his hard abdomen. The full length of his organ pulsed inside her. It was lovely. She knew she was going to enjoy this unnatural screwing in her own quiet way, even though she had just come.

What Anita didn't realize was that Reeves had something even more unnatural in mind for her. After only one leisurely thrust into her copiously secreting twat, he withdrew entirely and aimed his lubricated cockhead at her appealing ass-hole. His testicles had drawn up tight against his groin and were quivering with orgasmic readiness. All that remained to make his satisfaction complete was a scream from the unsuspecting Anita. The black militant dearly loved to hear white women in agony while he emptied his balls into them, and ramming his horsecock up their high-and-mighty asses never failed to be rewarding for him.

Indulging himself in this rare sadistic treat, Reeves squeezed Anita's trim waist till the thumbs and middle fingers of his ham-like hands touched together. He held her thusly, with his thumbs bearing down on her spine at the small of her back, bending her down till her belly was as low as her lovely tits and her back was bowed, giving her a great deal of pain before he even brought his bulging glans into contact with her anus.

"Don't!" she yelped. "What are you trying to do? Break my back?"

He laughed his laugh and nudged her pink buttonhole with his dickhead.

Anita got the picture then, especially when she threw a frantic glance over her shoulder and saw his face contorting into a mask of cruelty. She could feel him pressing for entrance, working the bluntly rounded end of his fist-sized crown into the impossible ring of her virginal ass-hole.

"No! My God, Booker, not there! Not in my butt! You'll split me in half! Nooh ... no, please!"

"Talk to me, baby!" he hissed, applying steady but unhurried pressure. "J like it when you talk to me! Tell me how it feels! Does it hurt yet?"

"Yesss!" she cried, cringing and trying to pull away. "Ohhh! It won't go! You're tearing meeee! AAAGGGHHH!! ! "

The taut-skinned head of his prick pressed insistently into her an agonizing millimeter at a time, stretching the rubbery flesh of her tiny anal aperture to the limit. Her ass-hole was so small it was bending his stony lance, hurting him, too, but he was succeeding. Half of the enormous bulb had wormed its way into her rear portal, and the pain of it was already unbearable.

"OH, DEAR GOD!" she squealed, writhing and pulling her hair. "I CAN'T TAKE IT! STOP-I BEG YOU TO STOP!! ! "

Reeves was laughing insanely. He wanted to drag it out and hear her really beg, but his orgasm was imminent and he couldn't hold back. Gripping her waist till he was nearly squeezing her in half, he plowed his monstrous cock into her too-small ass-hole with one brutal lunge.

Anita screamed as the mammoth crown burst through the yielding ring of her anus and sped up into her-bowels like a bowling ball on the end of a battering ram.

"SCREAM, BABY, SCREAM!" he yelled as his stomach smacked into her and flattened the soft globes of her shocked rump.

Anita screamed again.

"MORE, GODDAMN YOU! LOUDER!" he demanded, grabbing her dangling tits like handles and mauling them as he yanked her back into tighter contact with his belly, driving the fist at the end of his dong clear to the center of her body.

Anita couldn't stop screaming. He was nearly killing her.

Then he started sodomizing her in earnest, lunging brutally into her bleeding ass-hole and knocking her forward, yanking her back toward him by her tits as he drove it up her ass again and again with pile-driving force.

Great sheets of white-hot pain washed over her. She'd never known such agony as this. His plunging pole reamed her to size and seared her guts. She was a screaming mass of raw, jagged nerves when at long last he bellowed like a bull and slammed deep into her ripped ass-hole, shuddering and snorting while his throbbing prong spurted torrents of hot sperm into her cringing bowels.

There was a loud popping sound when the head of his deflating pecker retreated from Anita's dilated butt hole. She crumpled into a quaking, sobbing heap, and Reeves hopped lightly off the bed.

"Okay, man," he said to Fred, who stood with his mouth hanging open and his hands unmoving on Cindy's right tittie and steaming cunny. "We can go now, if you're ready."

"Get her off the bed!" Fred rasped, drawing three wet fingers out of Cindy's pouting pussy and pointing at Anita. "We're not going anywhere till I throw a fuck into this hot-assed little bitch!"

ll

"LEAVE HER ALONE, FRED! FOR GOD'S sake, haven't you done enough to Cindy already?" Anita wailed as she struggled to sit up. She was so weak and full of pain that she could hardly move a muscle.

Fred snorted and pushed Cindy toward the bed.

"Why are you doing this to us?" Anita sobbed, when the hulking Negro picked her up by a wrist and ankle and dumped her onto the floor like a sack of potatoes. "Why are you letting this beast mistreat me like this? What's come over you? Why are you degrading us this way?"

"Prison does things to a man," Fred offered lamely as he laid Cindy in the center of the bed and spread her trembling legs wide open. He didn't really care what Anita thought, because he wanted no more of her and was leaving her behind, but lie didn't want her to know that just yet. He didn't want any trouble out of her, so he was giving her an excuse which he hoped would cause her to behave herself. "Tension builds when a man is locked up without a woman. Booker got it out of his system with you; now Eve got to get it out of mine with Cindy. Shut up, Anita! Don't make waves, baby."

"Don't hurt her!" Anita begged from the plank floor. "Don't hurt Cindy the way this bastard hurt me!"

"Shut up, honky!" Reeves warned. "You call me one more name and I'm going to kick your ass right up between your shoulder blades! You understand me?"

Anita groaned and nodded.

"I'm not going to ruin her, if that's what you're afraid of," Fred said, leaning over and sticking his head off the edge of the bed. He grinned down at Anita, who had drawn herself into a ball and was rocking absently on the floor. "What you got, you pretty much had coming for the way you messed up on this assignment. But don't worry about Cindy. She's a sweet kid. I like her. I'm going to fuck the ass off her, but that's all, and I think she'll love every minute of it."

He took the dominant position above Cindy and eased the head of his dick into the moist heat of her slippery, hair-ringed slot. "You want me to fuck you, don't you, girl?"

Cindy gulped and nodded. By this time she was like a young bitch dog in its first heat. Her human mind was virtually useless. She was functioning on a lower animalistic plane of existence for the present. There was a raw, sexual craving in her healthy teenage body.

"Don't h-hurt me!" the lust-lost child bleated.

A smug smile spread over Fred's knowledgeable face. He lowered his head and kissed Cindy tenderly, then raised back up and gazed down at the child's rapturous expression as he sank his stiff dick into the snug harbor of her steaming sex hole right up to the hilt.

In his frustrated anger, Roy scarcely felt the pain in his wrists and ankles. He strained with all his might against his bonds, trying to shout through his gag as he bounced up and down and worked the chair closer to the bed. The sight of the convict's peter disappearing into his little girl pushed Roy to the verge of insanity. He couldn't stand it.

"Ohhh ... ohhh ... ohhhhhh!! " Cindy sighed pantingly, her mouth hanging open and her eyes narrowing down to mere slits as Fred leisurely skewered her with his dong.

His hairy crotch settled intimately against hers and compressed her blood-congested cunt lips. His dangling nuts snuggled cozily into the white valley of her widespread buttocks. The head of his tool kissed the sensitive mouth of her barely mature womb.

Cindy sucked in her breath raggedly and shuddered from the top of her pretty head down to the tips of her dainty toes. This was what her feverish body had been yearning for-the feel of a hard male organ separating her swollen cunt lips and driving all the way into her ravenous belly. She had what she longed for now. Every pulsating inch he could give her was making itself at home in the honeyed well of her fluttering vagina. There was no pain at all this time-just a glorious sense of being filled to the brim and a gluttonous desire for more.

"Ahhhhhh ... ohhhhh ... mmmmmm!" she mewled, licking her lips and throwing her arms around him.

"Is it good, baby?" The question was totally unnecessary. He could tell by her response that she loved having his cock in her this time, but he wanted to hear her say so.

"Good!" she whimpered, running her damp palms over his tensed, hairy buttocks and squirming her ass urgently beneath him.

If the delightful way she was bending his lance around inside her silky sheath was any indication, Fred knew the young girl was wild for him to start socking it to her. But he wasn't ready for that yet. He wanted to savor the incredible tightness of her little furnace-hot pussy for the moment. This adorable child had the sweetest hole he'd ever dipped his wick into, and he didn't want to rush through it this time like he'd had to do when he'd taken her virginity in her own bed.

He shut his eyes to heighten the pleasure and began moving his hips in a small circle with his peter full into her, grinding against the softness of her sparsely-haired groin and stirring her intestines with the bloated head of his rock-hard cockshaft.

Round and round his sleek cockhead went, massaging the deepest portion of her secretion-beaded vaginal walls and flicking incessantly at the sensitive opening of her uterus.

Cindy had never known such pleasure existed. The velvety swab at the end of his shaft was driving her out of her mind, it felt so good. She lifted her twitching legs, knees bent, and jerked them out to the sides as far as they would open. Her head lolled limply from side to side and her body shook vibrantly. It was marvelous, what he was doing to her, and she lay as still as she could so as not to discourage him in any way.

"Oh, Fred!" she gasped, her eyeballs revolving blissfully beneath their clenched lids. "Ohhhh ... oh, wow ... I can feel it. . . clear up into my middle!"

Fred hooked his arms under her legs and pulled them up till her knees were touching her shoulders. Holding her in that awkward position, he increased the pressure and rate of his grinding motions.

Being bent double tilted her pelvis and shortened her vagina. It felt as if the cock within her had suddenly mushroomed in size. That in itself sent a surge of salacious joy rumbling through Cindy, but there was more. Now his pubic bone was batting her raw-nerved clitoris around in the same spine-tingling manner his glans was thumping her cervix. Her adolescent body was being bombarded by more sensual pleasure than it could take in its wildly aroused condition. The sexual tension built rapidly till Cindy was like a boiler trying to contain twice the head of steam it'd been built to take. It was a physical impossibility. Something had to blow.

Her orgasmic release valve blew open. Cindy threw back her head and rent the air with an ear-splitting scream. A tremor of flesh-quaking intensity racked her body. Her womb drew up in a tight, convulsive knot, then began expanding and contracting with the age-old rhythm of orgasmic fulfillment. Her tiny ass-hole winked along with the cadence of her spasmodically clenching cunthole.

She yelled shrilly, her bare feet flailing the air and her head snapping from side to side.

With her hot, velvety tunnel trying to devour his stalk, it took all the self-control Fred could muster to hold back his own climax. He managed to contain himself, though, because he wasn't finished with Cindy. She was developing into a fabulous piece of tail and, since he was going to take her into hiding with him, he wanted to break her in right. He'd told Anita he was going to fuck the ass off her, and that's exactly what he intended to do.

Anita was sitting up on the floor now, leaning against the wall and hugging her knees to her chest. She deplored what her ex-lover was doing to her innocent stepdaughter, but she knew better than to try to interfere. Reeves was standing over her like a guard. All she could do was bite her lip and watch while she squirmed about in a futile effort to ease the ache in the vicinity of her raped rectum.

While Cindy was still in the final throes of her first really full-blown orgasm, Fred started pumping the meat to her. With long, measured thrusts into the snug opening between her legs, he caught her passion before it had a chance to ebb and deliberately maintained it at that high point. There was a devilish urge within him, egging him on, forcing him to deny his own physical release temporarily so he could experience the greater satisfaction of driving Cindy out of her young mind with lust. He wanted to turn her into a writhing, moaning hunk of female flesh before the tortured eyes of her helpless father, and he concentrated his efforts toward that sadistic end.

When he released Cindy's legs, they fell limply to the bed beside his own. She emitted a whimpering sob as she coiled her calves about his and buried her face in the sweaty crook of his neck.

Fred hadn't missed a single stroke during the change of position, and he kept right on fucking into the girl in a rhythmical, unhurried manner, as if he had all the time in the world. His contracting buttocks rose and fell with the smoothness and grace of a master cocksman working to reveal the joys of sexual intercourse to his latest conquest and thereby assure himself of her willing cooperation in all future sexual adventures-which was exactly the case. No one but Fred knew it as yet, but his plans for Cindy were to make her his sex slave and convert her to Communism. The longer he had his prick in the unbelievable sweetness of her tiny puss, the more convinced he became that Cindy would make a perfect replacement for Anita.

"What am I doing to you, Cindy?" he asked, his mouth close to her ear. His voice oozed a soothing warmth and his hot breath bathed over her.

"You're ... ahhhhh ... doing it ... mmmmmm ... to me!" she crooned.

"Do you like it, baby?" he inquired coaxingly, and to insure the reply he wanted to hear he threw a series of hard, rapid jabs into her, making the bed squeak protestingly as it pitched and bounced under the force of his new assault.

"Yesss!" she squealed with mindless delight, forgetting herself in the heat of the moment and kissing wildly along the moist, salty-tasting skin between his neck and shoulder. "Oh, yes ... I do like it ... like it a lot!"

"I'm fucking you, honey," he cooed, ramming into the child's slippery crack right up to .his tight nuts and grinding about with his glans buried in her rippling belly. "Say it!"

"Fucking meee!" she rasped. Operating solely on passion and instinct, Cindy nipped his neck with the sharp edges of her front teeth and dug her fingernails into the hard, muscular, straining rump. She tugged at his butt, rubbing her blood-engorged vulva against his coarse-haired pubis and making her sensitive cervix flip maddeningly back and forth over the slitted end of his taut-skinned glans.

"This is what life is all about, Cindy," he said with a cocksure chuckle. "Your sweet pussy and my dick are a perfect fit. It's great to have them together and be fucking like this, isn't it, honey? Don't you just love it?"

"Love it!" she moaned, her compact little ass gyrating furiously beneath him. In Cindy's lust-fogged mind, she and Fred were the only two people in the world. It was heaven to have his fat dick' inside her sperm-hungry belly. Nothing else mattered. She'd found the secret of life, the reason for living, and she wanted him to go on fucking her forever. "Fuck me, Fred! Oh ... oh, you darling man ... give it to me ... give it to me hard!"

Roy was beyond horror at this point. His daughter's wanton outcries slammed obscenely into his brain and left him reeling with the somewhat sickening knowledge that his precious little girl was thoroughly enjoying the vile crime being perpetrated upon her. The convict was raping more than her pure young body; he was corrupting her mind and twisting her morals, too. As he sat with his knees pressed against the side of the bed, tears of helpless outrage streaming down his cheeks, a strange and bittersweet sensation welled up inside him. Roy stared unblinkingly as Fred began screwing Cindy again. He listened to her sighs of pleasure and watched the turgid rod, shiny with her secretions, as it disappeared into her writhing body again and again. His own prick throbbed mightily, and Roy cursed himself when the indecent truth of his inner desire struck him a stunning blow. He felt a perverse thrill grab at his guts. There was no denying it-he was becoming as excited at watching his daughter being taught the pleasures of the flesh as she was in learning them. The only thing which would've thrilled him more at the moment was if he could've gotten his own peter into his darling, hot-assed little girl.

The very air inside the cabin reeked with carnality now. The scent of steaming pussy and throbbing cock mingled together and assailed the nostrils of all. The pungent aroma of sweat and sexual secretions hung like a mist about the room. It was a hot, heady fragrance which had a strong effect on the people inhaling it. The escape seemed to be forgotten. Fred was fucking Cindy into another climax, and every glassy eye in the cabin was riveted to the lewd tableau on the bed.

"Don't fight it, baby," Fred was telling Cindy as he fucked her for all he was worth. He had his fingers hooked over her shoulders to hold her into position, and was hitting into her so hard and fast that his rear end was a blur of motion. "Let it happen, Cindy! Come, baby, come! Mmmmmm ... God, that's good pussy!"

"UUNNGG, UUNNGG, UUNNGG!! " seemed to be the only sounds Cindy could utter. Her impending climax held her in a state of blissful paralysis. She lay there with her head flung back and her fingernails clawing at the mattress on each side of her hips, taking the wild fuck being thrown into her. And loving it.

Fred's hard abdomen slapped rapid-fire against the silky softness of Cindy's heaving belly. Her smoldering little gash was so juiced up now that his cock made a lascivious squishing noise each time he slammed it into her.

"AIEEE, AIEEE!" Cindy cried, the ecstasy of her orgasmic storm threatening to burst her apart as it gathered in her blood-congested loins.

The strong walls of her youthful sheath clamped down like a velvet vise around Fred's fully planted dong, locking it into her and stopping his humping motions abruptly.

"GOOD GOD!" he groaned, shuddering as he bore down and tried to get his body-hugging nuts into her, too. "CHRIST! OHHHHHHH ... OH, CHRIST, WHAT A HOLE ... IT'S EATING ME ALIVE! LET'S GO, BABY ... COME, COME ... NOW!! ! "

A guttural groan which nothing short of an all-consuming orgasm can produce rumbled raspingly up from the center of Cindy's being. Her fingernails ripped the mattress. Her body quaked. Her mouth worked gaspingly and her toes curled down. Then the full impact of her tremendous climax hit her.

Her cunt went wild-snapping and squeezing and twisting the bloated dick it held prisoner.

"OHHHHHHH!" Fred moaned. "OH, GODDAMN ... GODDAMN!! ! "

Cindy's sheath began contracting harshly with a heartbeat-like rhythm, milking the cum from Fred's aching balls and sucking it into her sperm-starved belly. She felt the first stream of his load gush from the expanded eye of his ballooning cockhead and thump jarringly into the sensitive mouth of her convulsing womb. The wonderful thrill it gave her was in addition to the incredible ecstasy which her own orgasm had already plunged her into. The entire floor of her pelvic region started spasming. She nearly swooned.

"OHHHHHHH!" she groaned.

He was into her right up to his jerking balls, with his dick pounding rapidly in the moist heat of her young pussy, spraying her womb with torrents of hot, glutinous jism.

Her rapturous outcries mingled with the man's coarse grunts and moans. Her body quaked, her head rolled about her and her heels beat the mattress as her legs flailed erratically. Cindy was having a soul-rending climax, and her elastic inner sheath gulped suckingly at the twitching rod as it spewed jet after forceful jet of hot cum into her spasming depths.

It was unbelievably good. She was oblivious of everything except the mind-numbing pleasure of their simultaneous orgasms. She wanted him to go on pumping his thrilling fuck juice into her until it swelled her belly and ran out her ears. If he could drown her with it, she wanted him to.

When her climax peaked, Cindy was dimly aware of screaming out at the top of her healthy lungs. It was so good she felt herself being sucked into a state of sheer delirium. At the last, she could only he beneath him, shuddering ecstatically and blubbering incoherently.

"What a fabulous hunk of ass you're going to be!" Fred exclaimed huffingly as he withdrew his dwindling penis from her and climbed off the bed.

The child's cunt was a mess. The sparse hair covering her groin was plastered to her skin in tight ringlets, each of them shimmering wetly with a mixture of sweat and sexual secretions. Her pussylips were raw and red, gaping open and standing out from her body in their puffy condition. Her well-reamed cunthole was still fluttering weakly. It spat out a mass of foamy white cum, and Cindy groaned with satisfaction as the gluey substance washed down into the moist valley of her trembling buttocks.

"More!" she rasped, unashamedly putting her hand between her trembling legs and rubbing the inflamed gorge. "Put it back in, Fred! Fuck me some more! Lots more! Ohhhhhh ... oh, don't ever stop fucking me!"

"Christ, baby, you drained me," Fred said with a grin. "I couldn't go again right now if my life depended on it!"

"I can. Get out of the way, man. This little chick needs the kind of hosing that only a black stud can give her! Open them legs nice and wide, Cindy. Let's see if you can take what Booker's got for you!"

"No, Booker!" Anita yelped. "My God, you'll split her!"

"Shut up!" Booker snapped. He mounted the wide-eyed girl and wedged his enormous glans into her spermy split, evoking from her a tremulous groan.

12

NO ONE BUT CINDY'S FATHER DARED try to stop the hulking Negro, and Roy couldn't because of his bonds. Reeves was more worked up than ever from watching Fred give it to Cindy. His testicles hugged his groin, the sperm within them boiling and churning to be expelled into the pretty white teenager. The expression on his face was dead serious as he strained to work the head of his gigantic bulb into the slippery ring of Cindy's impossibly tight sexual aperture.

"UNN, UNN, UNN!" Cindy chanted, licking absently at her puffy lips. He was hurting her, but the pain was delicious. She couldn't help lifting and opening herself to him, squirming her compact rear to help him get it into her.

"You want it, don't you, baby?" he asked smugly, reading the desire within her from her lust-contorted face and glazed-over eyes. "You want every bit of it rammed right into that hot little belly of yours, don't you?"

"Yesss!" she bleated, reaching down between their bodies and grabbing his ebony root with her small hands. She pulled down on his shaft and pushed her loins up toward him. "Give it to me ... give it to me now ... oh, God, I've got to have it inside me ... I don't care how much it hurts ... do it ... fuck meee!"

He increased the pressure, dilating her small opening till only the tufted mushroom of his huge dickhead remained outside her tautly stretched cuntal folds.

"Aagghh ... aagghh!" she yelled, her face mirroring the flood of consternation which the searing pain of attempting the impossible union sent ripping up her spine and tearing at her brain. "It w-won't go ... too big ... stop ... oh, please, stop! I w-want it like everything but ... I. . . C-CAN'T ... TAKE ... ITTTT!! ! "

"Bullshit! Pussy'll stretch a mile before it'll tear an inch!" Reeves huffingly informed her. He held her frantically struggling body in position with his large hands locked around her waist while he grunted and grimaced with the effort to enlarge her hairy slit sufficiently. "It's almost in now! You can take it, baby! Damn right, and you're going to take it!" He snapped his hips and forced his massive crown in through the sperm-slick vestibule of her painfully dilated pussy.

Cindy thought for sure she was going to die. When the broadest part of his huge glans popped in through her cunt lips, it stretched her youthful orifice to the very limit. Had he been a fraction thicker, the insertion would have torn her flesh or broken his prick. Such wasn't the case, however, and the slender, fourteen-year-old girl had successfully taken a cockhead that would strain a mare. A searing pain arced through her shuddering body, making her scream like a stuck pig.

Then he began sinking the ten-inch shaft into her itching, burning entrance, and suddenly it was the way she'd hoped it would be. It was torture to be skewered on a pole the size of her forearm and fist, but it was the most exquisite torture she'd ever known. She could feel it driving into her, stretching her insides to accommodate its horse-like girth, shoving her womb higher into her heaving belly and lengthening her elastic tube to force in the remaining inches of its fantastic length. When his pubis mashed against her puffy mons, Cindy knew she had taken it all.

Her jerking body was limp as a dishtowel on a clothesline being whipped about by the wind. It felt like she had a yard of cock rammed up her. She was sure the head was lodged in her throat, because she could hardly breathe.

Reeves wasted no time. His nuts ached to spend in her, and he started sliding the monster in and out of the child's gripping hole the instant he hit bottom.

The room seemed to be spinning crazily around Cindy. She struggled to catch her breath and fought against the black cloud which was trying to consume her and blot out her consciousness. He gave her no respite. Instead, he increased the force and rapidity of his fucking motions till he was socking it to her hard and fast. The huge cockhead swabbed her womb. The enormous shaft pumped abrasively within the inflamed labia of her orifice.

"AHHHHH ... AHHHHH ... AHHHHH!" she moaned as her tissues adapted to the thrusting rod and accepted the incredibly pleasurable sensations it was cramming into her.

It was wild, like a herd of stampeding horses thundering over her. Cindy was being fucked like few women are fucked in their entire lives, and she couldn't help but surrender her soul and respond to it with total abandon.

"Fuck me, you big, black sonofabitch!" she groaned, her legs snaking up and coiling python-like about his waist.

His buttocks arced up and down at a furious pace, ramming his gigantic tool into the moist heat of the small white girl who was now clinging to him like a monkey with her arms and legs.

The unholy union lasted little more than a minute. The sucking cylinder of Cindy's steaming vagina was utterly irresistible to his pistoning prick and quivering nuts. His balls twitched mightily and sent up their contents in a squirting tribute of orgasmic gratitude.

"UNN, UNG, UNNGGHHHH!" he grunted, stuffing her full of his twitching stalk as it emptied his load into the depths of her slick tunnel.

The inundation of his hot sperm was in no way soothing for Cindy. As far as the lust-racked young lady was concerned, they had only just begun to fuck. The gushes of semen felt marvelous as they blew into her rippling belly, but she knew his ejaculation signaled the end of the wonderful fucking he was giving her. She wasn't ready for it to end. Her passion had been whipped to a screaming pitch, and it demanded release of the unbearable tension swirling around inside her young body.

"MORE!" she rasped, clawing at his back and spurring him with her heels. "DON'T STOP ... GODDAMN YOU, DON'T STOP NOW! FUCK ME SOME MORE ... LOTS MORE! OH, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!! ! "

The Negro was no longer interested in her now that her hungry little twat had drained his cock and depleted the store of cum from his relaxing testicles. He broke her arms and legs from around him and backed his deflating member from her reluctant, sperm-drenched pussy.

"Don't leave me like this!" Cindy wailed. She slapped both hands between her legs and writhed about in the agony of her need, rubbing mindlessly at the gaping red gorge of her cum-oozing snatch. "I'm b-burning up! My insides are on fire! I c-can't stand it! Oh, please, help me ... fuck me some more!"

Reeves glanced at Roy Warner and saw the tormented condition he was in. The man was clearly being ripped apart by a storm of fatherly outrage and incestuous lust. With a satanic gleam in his eyes, he dragged the chair in which Roy sat bound and gagged away from the bed and began unbuckling the other man's belt. "Come on, Cindy," he called, after he'd tugged Roy's pants and shorts down around his ankles. "Here's what you need, baby. Come get it!"

Cindy's glassy eyes fixed themselves on the standing, seven-inch column of her father's throbbing dick. The very sight of it made her drool. She rolled off the bed and walked toward it on her knees. As she drew near him, she lifted her gaze and saw the horror mirrored in his tear-filled eyes.

"Oh, Daddy!" she moaned. "Don't hate me! I can't help it! I've got to do it!" Roy groaned and shut his eyes.

As Cindy crawled the rest of the way to her father, Reeves forced Roy's legs apart and drew him forward till his butt hung on the edge of the chair. "Crawl right in between his legs, honey. That's the girl. Now, open your mouth. I know you want his peter inside you, but you've got to suck it a little first."

She could feel the convict's big hand cupping the back of her head and forcing it toward her father's groin. It was dreadfully wrong, what he was making her do, and she knew it. Somehow it didn't matter, because wrong or not, she wanted to take her father's dick in her mouth. Cindy's chains of lust were every bit as binding as Roy's ropes, and she felt a delicious illicit thrill stab through her when she pursed her lips and planted a wet kiss on the slippery head of his pecker.

"Go, baby," Reeves coaxed, leaving her on her own now that she'd made the first move. "Eat your daddy's dick for him. Show him what a swell little cocksucker I taught you to be!"

Whimpering through her nose, Cindy caressed her father's hairy thighs and licked the secretion-coated head of his stalk like it was an ice cream cone. She could hear him groaning and cursing around his gag, could feel him shuddering involuntarily with the unwanted incestuous pleasure her lips and tongue were giving him.

"Oh, Daddy! Don't be mad at me, Daddy!" she pleaded without looking up.

Roy was dumfounded by what his daughter was doing, but he wasn't mad at her. He knew she was swimming in lust and couldn't help herself. His anger was turned in toward himself, for responding to the sweetness of his little girl's lips and tongue. His hatred toward the escaped convicts knew no bounds now, because of the outrageously obscene act they were pressing upon him and his wildly aroused child.

But Cindy couldn't hold back, and Roy couldn't deny the pleasure her hot little mouth was bestowing on his rampant rod. She made a soft, pink oval of her lips and lowered her head, engulfing the top four inches of his turgid dong before its head met the soft lining at the back of her throat and stopped her gurgling descent.

"Oommm!" she moaned, wrapping her puffy lips tightly around his shaft and sucking down hungrily on it.

She slid her hands around behind him and gripped his buttocks, then began lifting her head. Her cheeks folded inward from the force of her suction, molding themselves quiveringly to his blood-engorged stem. Her tongue lapped at the big vein along the undersurface of his prong as she drew up on it, leaving the exposed portion glistening with her free-flowing saliva. Her full lips distended lewdly out from her enraptured face, working fish-like around her father's organ.

A guttural groan which Roy couldn't contain hurled itself up from his heaving chest.

"You like it, don't you, old man!" Fred taunted as he strode over to watch the oral action at close range. "How does it feel to have your own daughter going down on you?"

"You miserable bastards!" Roy croaked, when

Fred jerked the gag from his mouth. "I'll kill you! I swear I'll kill you both!"

"Oh, Roy!" Anita sobbed. "I'm sorry, darling, so very sorry!"

"Mmmmm, mmm, mmm," Cindy chanted as she lost herself in the bliss of sucking her father's cock and began bobbing her head up and down.

"Cindy!" Roy gasped, staring down at the top of her bouncing head, gnashing his teeth. "No, sweetie! Ohhh ... oh, noooh!"

Slurp, slurp, slurp, came the erotic sounds of Cindy's cocksucking.

"Quit, Cindy! Stop it! Oh, Jesus ... I'm going to come! Cindy ... Cindy, do you hear meeee!"

She heard, all right, and sucked all the harder in an effort to hasten his orgasm. At the moment, nothing appealed to her more than having him shoot off in her mouth. The taste of his dick was highly pleasing to her, and she shivered with anticipation as she hazily thought how delicious the nectar of his love juice would be.

She wasn't allowed to experience that delight, however, because Reeves grabbed a handful of her swaying auburn hair and pulled her head up. There was a loud, lascivious slurp as her sucking lips lost their hold on the slippery knob of her father's twitching rod.

"Noooo!" she yelled. "Turn me loose! Let me suck it! I want to suck it all the way!"

"Help me pick her up, Fred. Let's set her down in his lap and stuff her ass-hole with his peter."

Fred had another rip-roaring erection by this time, and his own nuts were almost as ready to blow as were Roy's. Booker's idea struck him as extremely erotic, and he intended to make it more so by fucking the girl's mouth while they impaled her anally on her father's swollen prong.

Over Roy's threatening protests and Anita's nearly hysterical shrieking, Reeves and Sheldon picked up the trembling child. They spread her legs wide apart and aimed her vulnerable anus toward Roy's saliva-slick glans. The sleek knob pressed into Cindy's pouting pink buttonhole and popped through her rear portal with surprising ease.

She emitted one little yelp-more from shock than pain-then sucked in her breath raggedly as the men let her down and forced her to take the full length of the stony lance up her butt. When she had it all in the dark recesses of her anal canal, Cindy shut her fluttering eyes and heaved a long, quavering sigh of sheer bliss. Automatically she began contracting her anal sphincter around the thick base of her father's fully inserted cockshaft.

Her adorable little rump felt hot as a furnace and tight as a silky vise surrounding Roy's thumping prick. He didn't want to come in any of his little girl's holes, but this one was simply too divine for words. He couldn't hold back a second longer, what with her ass-hole squeezing at the base of his organ and her inner muscles milking the rest of his twitching rod. He let out a mournful groan of surrender as his congested prostate clamped down and sent a spiraling mass of cum racing up his shaft and blowing out the enlarged eye of Ins glans to hurtle deep into the murky depths of Cindy's superheated bowels. It was absolutely the best orgasm he'd ever had.

"DADDY, DADDY, DADDY!" she cried, grinding her sweet ass against him as his throbbing cock sprayed her full of his massive, pent-up load.

Cindy would've gone on shouting out her ecstasy, because she was plunging into another spine-wrenching orgasm of her own, but Fred stuck his bloated prick into her mouth and started ramming it down her throat. At the same time, he and Reeves began bouncing her furiously on her father's sperm-spurting pecker.

The dick spearing her butt remained bone-hard even after it had emptied its seed into her. They kept impaling her on it again and again, and Cindy couldn't stop coming. Fred was fucking into her mouth and the upper region of her throat like a madman, and Cindy's snapping, red-hot cunt was gushing a river of steaming girl goo all over her father's stomach and lap.

Finally they shoved her down tight into Roy's lap and Fred crammed his jerking stalk all the way down her throat, mashing her swollen lips into the coarse hair surrounding its flared base. She had her last supreme climax with her father's organ blowing its second load up her ass and Fred's cock squirting more of the pungent male fuck juice down her greedily gulping throat. The excitement of having torrents of cum pumped into her from both ends at the same time was too much for the inexperienced young girl. She swooned with the unadulterated ecstasy it brought her.

A wet popping sound could be heard when they lifted the unconscious child off her father's lap and her tiny ass-hole broke free of his cockhead. Cum trickled from her dilated rectum and streamed the floor as they carried her to the bed and dumped her on it. Most of Fred's jism was in Cindy's belly, but there was a goodly amount of it smeared over her pretty face, as well. She lay sprawled on her back, just as they'd dropped her, with her chest rising and falling peacefully and a fatuous smile of total satiation plastered unknowingly on her cum-streaked face.

"Now there's a thoroughly fucked young lady for you," Fred commented lightly.

"You're not men, you're animals!" Roy growled. "If it's the last thing I ever do, I'll kill you rotten bastards for this!"

"Listen to the guilty father, would you," Fred taunted. "He shot two loads up his kid's ass and now he's blaming it all on us."

"You better shut up, mother-fucker!" Reeves barked, shaking his fist in Roy's face. "I'm not taking any more lip off of you!"

"Leave him alone!" Anita groaned. "For God's sake, haven't you done enough to him already?"

"Tie the girl up, Anita!" Fred snapped. "We'll be ready to go soon as we get dressed. Right, Booker?"

"Wrong, man," the black replied with a sneer. He walked behind the table, pulled out the drawer closest to the sink and began rummaging through it. When he whirled back around, he clutched in his right hand a wicked-looking knife used for scaling fish.

"What do you think you're going to do?" Fred asked tensely.

Reeves grinned evilly and let out one of his cackling laughs. "I don't think what I'm going to do, man. I know!" he slurred.

Anita had just finished tying Cindy's hands behind her back. She was terror-stricken when she looked up and saw the naked Negro advancing toward Roy with the knife in Ms hand and Ms long, limp penis dangling obscenely between his muscular thighs.

"Cool it, Booker," Fred said worriedly.

"Don't tell me to cool it! You're springing me to spill some guts, right? Well, I aim to start paying you back right now!"

Roy was sweating blood, but he refused to give the black the satisfaction of hearing him beg for his life.

"Stop Mm, Fred!" Anita screeched. "This wasn't part of the deal! You've gone too far already, goddamn you! I won't let him kill Roy! I won't stand for it! I'm warning you!"

"Lay off, Booker," Fred pleaded, scooping up his pistol and stepping between Roy and Reeves.

"You're not going to shoot me," Reeves said confidently. "You need me and my men to do your dirty work for you. How you going to get them government leaders butchered without me, man? Now, just step aside. I'm not leaving here till I draw some prison blood. I'm going to slit this motherfucking lieutenant's throat from ear to ear-and right now!"

13

IT GALLED HIM TO HAVE TO GIVE IN TO the madman, but The Party needed him so Fred grudgingly stepped out of his way. Warner wasn't such a bad sort, and he'd never intended him any real physical harm. The square had done everything they'd asked of him, so he certainly didn't deserve to have his throat cut. It was a senseless killing, and Fred abhorred taking any life unnecessarily. The only killing he'd ever done was for the advancement of the cause, and slaying Warner wouldn't further that cause one iota. But what could he do? The nigger had him, and they both knew it. The political butchery Reeves and his Black Rangers would perform was vastly more important than the life of an obscure prison guard, Fred reasoned, so he would have to stand by and allow Warner to be sacrificed to the black militant's lust for blood.

Reeves puffed up gloatingly, and the cabin rang with peals of his insane laughter.

"Freeze, you dirty buck!" Anita screamed stridently. She had moved around to the foot of the bed and picked up the pistol which Reeves' lust had caused him to leave carelessly lying on the floor. It was aimed right at his head. She held it in both hands, steady as a rock, even though her body was shaking. "Maybe Fred won't shoot you, but I sure as hell will! If you don't believe me, you just dare to move a muscle!"

"Anita!" Fred barked. "What's the matter with you? Put that gun down!"

"Fuck you, Fred!" she yelled, keeping the gun trained on Reeves. "Call your dog off my husband! I'll blow his brains out if you don't! I mean it, damn you! I love Roy with all my heart! Get that monster away from Roy, or I'll drop him in his tracks!"

Reeves backed up nervously, but he didn't like it one bit. "Shoot her, man! Who's more important, me or her?"

"Wait a minute!" Fred snapped. "Both of you! Listen to me!"

"Nothing you can say is going to change my mind!" Reeves snarled, but he held his ground.

"We've screwed around here too long, Booker," Fred said, talking fast and trying to reason with the black man. "They must've missed us back at the prison by now. They'll be out looking for us. There may be roadblocks set up. We've got to take a hostage, just in case. We can still make it if we've got a hostage. They'll have to let us through then. Do you agree so far?"

"Sure. We'll take the kid."

"That's what I figure, too. Cindy is going with us. If we put a gun to her head and threaten to kill her, they'll have to let us go through any roadblock."

"You're not taking Cindy!" Anita interrupted.

"Shut up, Anita! I'm bargaining for your husband's life!"

"No deal," Reeves said. "I'll slash his throat and we'll take the kid, too. We can do both."

"No, damn it, we can't do both," Fred insisted.

"If you kill Warner, a threat against the girl's life won't be worth shit, Booker. Don't you see that? With her father dead, they'd figure we'd just kill her later, too. They'd risk a shootout, thinking it would be their best chance to capture us and save Cindy. We'll need her if we run into trouble-and we can use her with a threat against her life-but only if Warner is still alive. If we've already killed one hostage, they'll naturally figure that we'll do the same with another. Now, do you see what I mean? It makes sense, doesn't it?"

The Negro shook his shaven head stubbornly. "It would make sense except for one thing. He'll lay up here dead for a week before anybody finds him, so it don't make a big rat's ass whether I kill him or not. Not as far as our escape is concerned."

Roy was sweating profusely. The tension was unbearable. He was bound to the chair and Cindy lay moaning on the bed. She was beginning to come around. He didn't want her to see him die. Perhaps Anita would have the guts to shoot and he wouldn't die, after all, but whatever the outcome he wanted it over with now.

"Do it, you bastard!" he baited, hoping to be cut free so he would have a fighting chance. "Walk over here and slit a helpless man's throat! That's the way you bastards are! You talk big, but you're all mouth! You've got a yellow streak up your back a mile wide, Reeves. I don't expect a spineless creep like you to cut me loose and give me a knife-but you can't talk me to death! Show us what a big brave mother-fucker you are! Cut me loose and give me a knife, too, or come on over here and get it over with in your own nigger way! You make me sick!"

The big black was fit to be tied. His powerful body shook with rage. He stood glowering at Roy with all the pent-up hatred of a lifetime of sucking hind tit behind a never-ending string of white boys and men who had it made simply because of their skin color. "There's another knife in the drawer, Fred," he said coldly. "Get it. Cut that loud-mouthed cocksucker loose and give it to him!"

Fred knew the prison guards were all trained in unarmed defense, so he was reluctant to risk the life of the Rangers' leader by cutting Roy loose and giving him a knife. Still, Booker was by far the larger of the two, and he was calling the shots at the moment. Fred's opinion of Roy Warner rose greatly. The man could think under stress, and he knew the workings of a criminal mind like Reeves' well enough to goad the big bastard into giving him a chance. Deciding he really had no choice in the matter-because Reeves would-cut Warner loose and arm him if he didn't-Fred took a hesitant step toward the drawer which contained another knife.

"Hold it, Fred!" Anita ordered. She fired a shot into the floor near his feet, making it apparent that she meant business, and creating a sound which would certainly be heard down at the lake and draw attention to the cabin. "Don't move. Stay right where you are. I'll shoot you, too, if I have to. There's not going to be any damned knife fight, and no one is going to hurt Roy any more. You and your stupid nigger had better get dressed and clear out of here right now, if you know what's good for you!"

From the deadly look on Anita's face-one which Fred had never seen there before-he realized just how serious she was. "Let's do as she says, Booker. That shot will bring people swarming around here in a few minutes. We've pressed our luck all we dare. Come on, man, let's move!"

Reeves was inching toward Roy. His jaw was set and his eyes were narrowed down with hatred and determination. "She's one of your people!" he spat. "If you can't handle her, you better shoot her! I'm going to slice his throat and let him bleed to death sitting right there in that chair! I'm not leaving here without drawing some prison blood to pay for what they put me through! You've got a gun! Use it on her! You've got no choice! You need me worse than you do her! If she kills me, who's going to slaughter them pigs for you?"

The talk was over, and Roy knew it. He felt a sinking sensation in the pit of his knotted stomach. He threw Anita an imploring glance-it was all up to her now-then he met the huge Negro's wild eyes. He glared at the man who was gradually moving toward him to slay him in cold blood.

Reeves was positive Fred would shoot Anita rather than lose him and the political butchery only he could bring about. He was moving slowly not out of fear, but to press the issue and give Fred time to shoot first.

The trouble was, Fred didn't shoot first. He aimed the gun at Anita's heart, but he couldn't force himself to pull the trigger on her.

When Reeves was within a foot of Roy, bending over and extending the knife toward his throat, Anita would wait no longer. She'd never killed and didn't want to now. She'd been bluffing up to that point, hoping against hope that her bluff would take. It hadn't. Not with Reeves. But it was impossible for her to stand by and see the man she loved killed by such an animal. There was nothing she could do but squeeze down on the trigger, and she did it.

A shot rang out. A hole appeared in the side of the hulking Negro's head. He emitted the scream of a terrified little girl as he spun off to the side and thudded to the floor, jerking and flopping about like a gigantic chicken that had just had its head cut off.

While Fred stood with his pistol pointed at Anita and his mouth agape, she took quick aim and fired two more shots. One slug ripped into the massive black chest and one made a vicious hole where an eye had been. Booker T. Reeves didn't even groan this time. He merely shuddered and died.

"GODDAMN YOU, ANITA!" Fred shouted in stunned outrage as she squeezed off the second round, and the slug from her third shot aimed at Reeves had barely left the pistol's muzzle when he finally reacted and shot her.

The hunk of hot lead penetrated the soft white globe of Anita's lovely left breast. It made an ugly red hole, and the force of the impact hurled her back against the cabin's wall. She sucked in her breath and, in lieu of screaming, gritted her teeth.

Her face mirrored the intense pain within her as she skidded slowly down the wall, turning her gun on Fred. Before she settled back onto the floor, she had emptied the magazine into her ex-lover and he lay sprawled across the Negro, joining him in death.

"ANITA, ANITA, ANITA!! ! " Roy was screaming.

Anita dragged herself to the bed and began laboriously pulling her bleeding, pain-racked body up onto it. "I had to shoot them, Roy! I've been an awful bitch in my life ... . but I do love you and ... I just couldn't let them kill you!"

All the shooting and screaming had snapped Cindy out of her stupor, and Anita managed to untie the terrified girl's hands before everything went black for her.

"Untie me, Cindy!" Roy shouted. "Hurry!"

14

CINDY ALTERNATED BETWEEN FLIPPING unseen magazine pages, chewing her nail stubs and pacing nervously about the hospital waiting room. It was Monday evening and, so far as Cindy knew, Anita had not regained consciousness. The bullet had nicked her heart. Had it struck her an inch to the right, she would've had no chance at all. Cindy feared that her stepmother still might die. Her father was in there with her now, along with one of the FBI agents who in shifts stood guard over her day and night.

Since Anita was with the CIA, Cindy thought it odd that the FBI was protecting her from possible assassination by a subversive agent, but her father had said they were from the FBI, so she supposed they were.

The FBI men were there to protect Anita, all right, but not because she had anything to do with the CIA. They wanted to question her, and to offer her a deal if she would tell all she knew, to them and later in court, so they could get arrests and convictions which would cripple the American Communist Party.

But Cindy knew none of this, and she had kept her word and not told her father that Anita was secretly an agent for the CIA. All she knew was what Anita had told her and what she herself had seen, and she'd seen plenty to convince her that Anita had been telling her the truth. After what Anita had done in the cabin, Cindy had a great deal of respect and admiration for the woman, and she was now so worried about her that she knew she must love her. There wasn't an ounce of resentment left in Cindy for her gorgeous stepmother. She wanted to see Anita, to hug her and kiss her and tell her everything was going to be all right between them from now on. But they wouldn't let Cindy see her, and she felt terribly frustrated.

When Roy entered the hospital waiting room an hour or so later, Cindy rushed toward him. "How is she, Dad? Did she wake up yet? Is Mom going to be all right?"

Roy put his arms around his daughter in a fatherly fashion and smiled to himself. It was the first time he'd heard her call Anita by anything other than her name. "The crisis is over, sweetie. You can quit worrying. Anita came around this afternoon. We talked most of the time I was in there with her. Your mom is going to live, and everything's going to work out just fine. She'll be home with us again in a couple of weeks."

"I'm glad, Daddy," Cindy sobbed, her tears of happiness wetting his shirt as she clung to him and let her tension drain from her. "Oh, I'm so glad to hear that!"

Roy squirmed a bit uneasily at the way she was pressing her desirable little body against him. He knew her action was pure and innocent, but the rearing up of his penis brought ideas to his mind which were far from innocent. Berating himself mentally for thinking such indecent thoughts-he regretted what had happened in the cabin and had sworn he would never touch his daughter in a sexual way again-he pushed Cindy away and held her by the shoulders. "Why don't we celebrate the good news, sweetie? Let's stop at a restaurant on the way home and have a real meal for a change. Not that I'm complaining about the cooking you've been doing, mind you. It's just that I haven't had much of an appetite the last couple of days. But I'm hungry now. Are you?"

Cindy sniffed and laughed. "Let's go. I'm starved all of a sudden!"

While she and her father were dining, Cindy's secret became more than she could contain. Anita was going to tell him eventually anyway, if she hadn't already, so Cindy didn't see what it could hurt if she went ahead and let it out. She glanced about the restaurant to make sure no one within earshot of them was listening, then leaned furtively across the table and confided in her father.

Roy was a bit taken aback by his comely daughter's gullibility, but he already knew everything she was telling him except that Anita had her believing she was an agent for the CIA. She was apparently greatly impressed by the mental picture she had of Anita's "glamorous" past, though, so Roy said nothing which would destroy the image her naive mind held of her stepmother. Anita would straighten her out later, he felt sure, and the truth of this matter would be much easier for Cindy to take coming from Anita than from him.

There was no need to shatter Cindy's happiness by slapping it on her that Anita had lied to her, however necessary that lie had seemed to her then. Anita could tell her or not tell her, Roy didn't particularly care.

Anita was going to be around from now on, and they were going to be a family. She had agreed to cooperate fully with the FBI. In return for her help, they had promised to press no charges against her whatsoever, either now or in the future, for her past subversive activities for the Communist Party. If Warden Dupwe agreed-and Roy knew him well enough to know he would-Anita wouldn't even have to be locked up for protection as a material witness for a single day. It would take months, maybe years, for the FBI to find, arrest, try and convict in the courts the people Anita had promised to finger for them. During all that time she would, with the cooperation Roy knew he could count on from Warden Dupwe, be living quite safely within the prison's perimeter fence in her own home with her husband and stepdaughter.

Anita would be living much like a prison trusty all that time. In order to thwart any possible attempts on her life, she wouldn't be allowed to venture outside the prison without an FBI man to escort her. But Anita wasn't complaining in the least. She'd said it didn't matter a whit, that all she wanted was to be a wife to Roy and a mother to Cindy.

There would be frequent trips upcoming all over the country for Anita. The FBI would be taking her to trials and putting her on the stand to testify against the many Communist agents she could incriminate. But when they were through with her, she would be free to go anywhere and do anything she wanted, and with the satisfaction that she had turned the tables and made up in large measure for her actions of the past. No, Anita wasn't complaining; she was grateful for the chance to set things right. She knew it was the only way she would ever be free of The Party. And she knew she could never make peace with herself and settle down to a normal life until she had irrevocably severed the ties to her past.

Roy told Cindy none of this. She was happy for the first time in a long time, and he wasn't about to burst her bubble. He was proud of his wife, though, and it showed. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt now how much she loved him. Anita had proven her love with action too extreme to be questioned. She had saved Roy's and Cindy's lives, and had come dangerously close to losing her own in the process. The fact that she'd been unfaithful to him with Fred didn't matter much to Roy now. The way she'd turned on while the Negro had forcibly taken her only proved she was all woman and too hot-natured to help herself. But she'd killed Fred and the black militant in order to keep the Negro from killing her husband. That was all in the past, and Roy couldn't have loved his wife more than he did now.

After their large T-bone steaks with all the trimmings, they were both too full to even consider having dessert. Roy paid the check and took his daughter home.

15

AFTER CINDY AND ROY HAD GONE TO BED later that night-she in hers and he in his-Cindy had her finger in Roy's dessert, stirring it and warming it for him before either of them had any idea he would yield to temptation and eat her creamy muff.

Cindy couldn't seem to keep her hand away from the furry little slot at the bottom of her rounded lower abdomen. Her active mind kept turning over the recent sexual acts which had been forced upon her. They'd been frightening then-horrible and thrilling at the same time-but the longer she thought about them now the more excited she became.

Soon, she had kicked back the cover and was lying with her legs wide apart, biting her lower lip as she diddled herself quite thoroughly with two fingers. Her youthful cunny had shrunk back to its normal size since the reaming it had taken from Reeves. Two fingers felt delightfully snug working inside it, but fingers weren't what Cindy really wanted.

Cock was what she craved. Her father's. As she frigged herself through a climax, she stuck a finger up her ass-hole and pretended it was Roy's dick. She experienced a lovely come, imagining the finger up her butt was her father's penis and that she was once again gloriously impaled upon it.

She couldn't get to sleep afterward, either, but guilt played no part in her wakefulness. Cindy was mildly shocked at the realization that she felt no shame, either for what she'd just done or for what she wished she had the nerve to do next. She certainly wanted to. The only thing holding her back was the ugly name they called it. Incest.

The passionate child couldn't stop thinking about her father in a sexual way. She wondered how it would feel to have his phallus penetrating her vagina. Shutting her eyes and trying to imagine how it would be only made it worse.

Neither of them had spoken of the sordid sexual goings-on in the cabin. There'd been no time with people swarming all around and Roy grabbing Anita up and rushing her to the hospital, shouting for Cindy to jump in the camper and look over her stepmother without even giving her time to put a stitch of clothing on. Cindy had been too stunned and grief-stricken to think much about it later. But now all the tension was over, and Cindy could hardly think of anything but the sexual happenings-especially the one with her father.

Ignoring it didn't make it go away. Her urge toward incest was very real and very strong. It simply wouldn't be denied. Her soft pink crack was crying a steady stream of hot, slippery tears for the penis which had planted her in her mother's womb when Cindy decided she had to do something about having it.

Maybe Daddy wants to do it to me as badly as I want him to, Cindy let herself hope as she slipped out of her room and tiptoed down the hallway toward his. I've got to find out! Oh, I want him! It might make him angry, but he'll get over that. And if he does want to ball me-oh, want to, Daddy-be honest when I ask you!

Her heart beating faster, Cindy paused in the open doorway and peered in at her father, who appeared to be sleeping rather soundly. The cover was turned back because of the warmth of the night. All Roy had on was a pair of pajama bottoms. He'd opened the drapes and cracked the window. A gentle breeze bandied the frilly curtains which Anita had put up. Moonlight filtered through their sheer material and cast a soft, uneven illumination over the bed on which Roy lay.

What am I doing? Cindy gulped. He's my father!

The bed might as well have been a magnet and she a hunk of metal, because it drew her into the room and pulled her toward it. She stood beside the bed for a moment, hugging herself and shivering as she looked down at Roy. Her heart pounded like a tom-tom and a trickle of girl goo made its way down the inside of her right thigh.

After what happened in the cabin, he won't punish me! she tried to assure herself. All he can do is say no!

With that thought in mind, Cindy skinned off her nightie and slipped naked into bed with her sleeping father. She leaned over him and started to shake him awake so she could ask him to make love to her, but she didn't. Intuitively she knew it was the wrong approach. If she just came right out and asked him, he would have to say no. He was that kind of a man. She would have to be bold if she was to have her way, but subtle, too.

She didn't even have the excuse of his penis being exposed. She had to reach inside the fly of his pajamas and fish it out with her hot little hand, and then fondle it gently-ever so gently so as not to awaken him yet-until it began filling with blood and surging to life as it grew in her hand. She kept at him, stroking his burgeoning phallus till at last it became hard as a hot rock and Roy could be heard moaning softly as he fidgeted uncomfortably about in his sleep.

Once his organ attained a full erection, with Cindy becoming so aroused she was panting and squeezing it, Roy woke up rather abruptly. "Cindy! Good Lord! I thought I was dreaming!"

"Was it a nice dream. Daddy?" she breathed. "Oh, you're so nice and hard! Do you want to come, Daddy?"

"Cindy! For heaven's sake-"

"Do you remember," she asked, bending over him and blowing her hot breath on his cock while she stroked it with a slow, tantalizing motion of her hand, "what happened in the cabin, Daddy?" She extended her tongue and licked the head of his dick. "I remember!" She formed her lips suckingly around his knob and teased its slit with the tip of her tongue. "I want to suck you again, Daddy! All the way this time!" She opened her mouth and plunged her head down, engulfing his stiff rod till the head swabbed the upper part of her throat.

"Cindy!" Roy groaned, grabbing her head and pulling her up till they were sitting side by side. "What do you think you're doing? What in the world has come over you, girl?"

She grasped his spit-slick stalk with her hands and rubbed the hard points of her pert little breasts against his arm. "I love you, Daddy! Don't be mad at me!"

"I love you, too, sweetie!" he moaned, trying to break her grip and get her hands off his prick before he lost his head and did something both of them would regret for the rest of their lives. "But this is wrong, Cindy! Stop it! Go back to your room!"

With him scolding her and ordering her out, Cindy suffered a flood of scathing humiliation. She released his cock and threw her arms around him, burying her face against his hairy chest and sobbing, "I'm sorry, Daddy! I d-don't know what came over me! I wanted ... I wanted you to b-ball me! I wanted it so bad, Daddy! Oh, I'm ashamed ... so ashamed of myself!"

The natural thing for a father to do when his daughter is distraught is to put his arms around the child and try to soothe her, and that's exactly what the dumfounded Roy Warner did. He shouldn't have, perhaps, because his baser nature urged him to give Cindy what she wanted. Being the decent man he was, Roy struggled against his desire to lay her down and stick his peter into her feverish body. Instead, he held her and rocked her and stroked her bare back, intending to let her cry it out of her system and then discuss the upsetting problem with her when she calmed down sufficiently.

But Cindy didn't calm down, and somehow his hand wound up on her tit. Before he realized what he was doing, his hand had cupped the warm, soft orb and his fingers were examining the hardness of its pointed pink cone.

"Oh, Daddy ... yessss!" she cried, squirming in sensual discomfort. "Touch me! Touch me all over!"

He jerked his hand away. "No, Cindy! I didn't mean-"

"Yes you did!" she insisted. She captured his hand and pulled it down between her legs, holding it there and rubbing her hairy hole against it. "You mean to! You want me! I know you do! I lied! I'm not ashamed! Touch me there, Daddy! Pet me! Ohhhhh ... yes, yes, yes! Hold my cunny tight! Umm! Oh, your finger feels good!" She grasped his rampant peter. "Do it to me, Daddy! Put this in me!"

Roy's head spun with the indecency of what they were doing as he inserted his finger palm-deep into the moist heat of her snug vagina and wiggled it around. He could feel her erect clitoris standing out from the top of her slit like the tip of a little finger. "Oh, Cindy! My God, what are we doing, sweetie?"

"You know, Daddy! You do it to Anita all the time! Do it to me ... like you would to her! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me now!"

The sound of his daughter's tremulous voice got to Roy, and the gutter word she'd used gripped at his guts. It made him feel rotten, but he wanted her more at that moment than he'd ever wanted any woman.

"You want to fuck me, Daddy!" she bleated, her hand pumping his dick. "I know you do!"

"Jesus, yes, I want to fuck you!" he admitted, easing her down onto her back. When she threw her legs open for him and pulled his twitching organ toward her slot, he mounted her and slipped every bit of it into the honeyed well beyond the hot little crevice of her puffy vale.

"Ahhhhh!" she sighed, clamping down with her vaginal muscles when she felt his heavy testicles settling into the fleshy valley of her widespread buttocks. "Ohhhhhh ... oh, Daddy, Daddy!"

Her tight pussy was too hot, too sweet. Roy's nuts snapped up against his groin and released their load. "Unnnggghhh!" he groaned as his throbbing dong gushed semen into the depths of her belly in a geyser-like fashion. "My ... own ... daughter! My ... precious ... little girl!"

"Come, Daddy! Shoot it into me! Ohhh ... oh, shoot it!"

Once his balls were emptied, Roy felt like the original dirty old man. He withdrew his spongy organ and flopped onto his back, groaning, "I'm sorry, Cindy! God, sweetie, I'm so sorry! I lost my head!"

"I'm glad," Cindy cooed. There was a smile on her pretty face when she sat up rubbing her spermy pussy and reaching for her father's deflating stem. She'd had a tiny orgasm while he was shooting off in her. It had provided some relief, but she wanted much more lovemaking. "Don't be sorry, Daddy. Please. I'm going to take care of you real good while Mom is in the hospital."

With that, she bent over him and took his secretion-slick peter into her mouth.

"No, sweetie!" he protested weakly, pushing at her head.

"Let me suck your sweet dick, Daddy! I want to!"

"God help us both, honey," he sighed, giving her her way. "Because I can't resist you. Suck it, sweetie! Put that hot little mouth on it and suck it all you want to!"

It wasn't necessary for Cindy to hold it in her hand, because he was rapidly regaining his lost erection. She extended her tongue and licked in a tight circular motion round and round his crown. The way it made him shiver and squirm delighted Cindy. She took his glans in her mouth and sucked harshly, whipping its velvety skin with her tongue at the same time. Her father's deep-throated groan of pleasure spurred her on. Keeping her soft lips formed tightly around his turgid shaft, she lowered her head and swabbed her throat with his sleek bulb. Then she drew back up it, sucking for all she was worth and letting her lips pull out lewdly around his member.

"Oh, you little darling!" he exclaimed, bowing up to keep his meat in her pleasure-giving mouth. "God!"

She smacked a wet kiss on the end of Iris bulging , dickhead, then gazed up at him with a sensual smile playing over her face. "Am I a good cocksucker, Daddy?"

. "The best!" he panted as he fell limply back down to the bed and shuddered. "My own daughter! Ohhhhh! What a sweet little cocksucker you are, Cindy!"

"All the way, Daddy," she breathed, running her parted lips back and forth over the slitted end of his glans. "I'm going to suck you off now. I want you to give me your cum. Will you shoot it into my mouth?"

She didn't wait for an answer but quickly engulfed the top four inches of his pulsating tool and began sucking hungrily and bobbing her head. She could hear her father moaning with pleasure, could feel his hands caressing her, one on her bouncing head and the other roaming her nude body, and she knew he was more than willing to come in her mouth.

There was no way Roy could've denied her erotic request. She was blowing him as expertly as any whore. The fact that she was his own darling daughter didn't lessen his pleasure, either. This was incest, and he knew it full well, but there was a sweetness about it that he'd never dreamed existed.

"That's wonderful, Cindy," he crooned, stroking her adorable little butt. "Suck it, sweetie! Suck it off! I'm almost there!"

Cindy increased her efforts. Her head fairly flew up and down as she sucked his pecker voraciously. When she heard him moaning and felt his dong start to twitch rhythmically, she knew his moment had arrived. Cupping his body-hugging nuts in one hand and grasping the thick base of his rod with the other, she maintained the strong suction and drew up till only the swollen head of his bloated organ remained inside her mouth. She laved the ballooning cockhead lovingly with her tongue while it sprayed her creamy reward into her delighted mouth like a pulsating fountain.

The pungent taste of her father's love juice was divine. It gave her a tremendous thrill to have him shooting it into her mouth. Greedily she sucked the ambrosial nectar from his throbbing cock, holding it in her mouth and savoring its tangy flavor till her oral cavity could contain no more. She swallowed the first mouthful of his sweet, masculine syrup and sucked ravenously for more, mewling her pleasure as the hot, thick cum slid smoothly down her graceful throat and settled in her stomach, sending a warm glow out to every part of her trembling body.

She swallowed twice more while his spurting prick was hard and throbbing. Then it stilled and began to lose its turgidity, but she was reluctant to give it up. She held it in her mouth till it turned spongy. Only when she'd drained his penis of its final, sluggish drops did she heave a sigh of satisfaction and allow it to slip from between her quivering lips.

"Was that good, Cindy? Did you enjoy sucking my cock?" Roy asked as he drew his daughter down beside him and took her feverish body into his arms.

"I loved it! I'll be your cocksucker any time you want me to! Oh, Daddy, I'm burning up! Do something to me!"

Her suctioning mouth had just shriveled his balls, leaving his phallus limp and useless for the time being, but he didn't intend to let her suffer. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her the way a man kisses a woman, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and lapping at the lingering traces of his orgasmic fluid as she clung to him and sucked his taste organ the way she had his sex organ.

Roy and Anita hadn't engaged in oral sex because each feared the other would think them perverted, but Cindy's father knew how to please a woman with his mouth. Her mother had loved for him to go down on her muff, so Roy had gone down on her at least once every time he'd made love to her. Many was the time he'd buried his face in her crotch after fucking her and leaving her cunt in a mess, so he had no aversion to bestowing oral love upon Cindy's little sperm-drenched pussy.

Because of her breathless need, Roy cut their kiss short and hurried down to kneel between her legs. He parted the pink lips of her pouting sex hole with his fingertips and licked her steaming slit from bottom to top, making sure to slide the roughened upper surface of his tongue over her inflamed clitoris and then flick it a good one with his tongue tip.

"Ahhhhh!" Cindy sighed, sucking in her breath and shivering with pleasure as his abrasive tongue slithered scratchily up her crack and over her raw-nerved clit. "Ohhhhhh ... oh, Daddy ... more!"

She's just like her mother, Roy thought pridefully, feeling the familiar bittersweet pain around his heart as he thought of the beloved wife death had taken from him, and every bit as sweet, too! God, I could eat her up!

He was suddenly so overcome with love for his daughter that he couldn't get enough of her. He spread her muff and drove his tongue all the way into its sweetness, gluing his lips to her slippery labia and tongue fucking her like mad.

"Oh, wow, Daddy, wow! Ahhhhh ... ohhhh ... do it, do it!"

Roy did it. He worked his hands under her squirmy bottom and cupped the soft cheeks of her lovely little ass, holding her crotch tight against his face and drinking their mixed sexual juices directly from her furry cup of love. He sucked hard till he'd vacuumed the contents of her fluttering vagina into his mouth and gulped all the honey down. Then he sucked all the harder, drawing her blood-engorged sex folds into his mouth and munching on them with his lips over his teeth so as not to damage his precious child in any way.

"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh," Cindy chanted mindlessly through it all, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she huffed for air.

He's really moving me! she thought dimly, holding her legs wide apart and rocking her swollen snatch against her father's face as she realized there was a lot about lovemaking she had yet to learn. It's wild! I love being sucked! It's different. . . but, wow, is it ever good!

"Suck, Daddy ... suck harder! Ummmmm ... yesss ... get my clitty ... suck it ... OHHHHHH, OHHHHHH!

"I'm coming!" she squealed.

And indeed she was. Her belly rippled. Her head lolled about. As her cunt contracted with a cramp-like convulsion, it squeezed out the juice which had been building up in it and ejected the slippery mass of hot girl goo with a squishing sound into her father's surprised but overjoyed mouth. He drank down the sweet flow of her pure nectar in one mighty gulp, without for a second neglecting her jerking clitoral region with either his suctioning lips or tickling tongue.

Cindy blubbered mournfully, her body thrashing about in the mind-searing delirium of her gut-wringing orgasm. The happy tears her cunt gave off flowed in a continual stream from her hairy portal into Roy's mouth, and nothing could've pleased him more. He kept his lips glued to her gushing gash and his tongue whipping through it for the entire length of her climax, deliberately drawing it out for her, and Cindy very nearly swooned before it was over.

She was unbelievably sweet. Roy felt like devouring her-hair, bones and all. She was still shuddering in the final throes of her soul-rending orgasm when he emitted a sob of savage abandon and lifted her compact rear off the bed. He held her hips above the mattress and folded her legs up against her chest, then thrust out his tongue and licked fervently up and down the crack of her ass. Even her ass-hole tasted good to him, he was so overcome with emotion,' and he ate her butt hole with the same loving care he'd given her pussy.

He rimmed her anal ring with the tip of his tongue again and again, then shot it all the way up her hot ass-hole.

Cindy was beside herself with lustful joy. She'd just had a terribly gratifying orgasm, but she could feel an even greater one starting to build in her steaming loins.

"OH, DADDY ... IT'S TOO GOOD ... I C-CAN'T TAKE IT ... COME UP ... COME UP AND ... FUCK ME ... BEFORE YOU ... DRIVE ME ... OUT OF ... MY MIND!! ! "

He smacked a final kiss in her rectum, then released her legs. Her heels had scarcely touched the sheet when he mounted her and rammed his iron-hard prick into her hot little belly. He penetrated her to the hilt with one swift lunge, making his dangling nuts swing forward and slap resoundingly into the spit-slick crack of her lifting ass.

She sucked in her breath raggedly and wrapped her arms and legs around him. "FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE!! ! "

A really thorough fucking was what he had in store for her this time, and he immediately set about giving it to her. He rode her like a high-spirited stallion rides a mare, making her come in such rapid succession that she couldn't tell where one orgasm left off and another began.

It didn't matter much, so far as Cindy was concerned, because each climax was unfailingly better than the one preceding it. She lost count of how many times he brought her off. It seemed as if she were coming nonstop toward the end of their marathon sexual union. Her lower abdomen and buttocks glistened with the overproduction of her slick cunt oil, and the sheet beneath her gyrating rump was soaked with the fragrant substance.

This was it. This was what life was all about. Her own father was giving it to her like there was no tomorrow, and he was much better than the other two men she'd had combined. It was glorious to be fucked this way. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him, how wonderful his big fat dick felt plowing into her, how good it was to have him panting and grunting and ramming it in and out of her, but she could only moan and sob and make gurgling sounds in her throat.

The heat of their ecstatic fucking became too much for Roy. When he couldn't bear the delicious agony of holding back his climax a second longer, he socked his blood-bloated dong womb-deep into Cindy's heaving, sweat-soaked belly and squirted his load forcefully into the depths of her hot, slick vagina, both of them crying out from the incredible ecstasy it brought them.

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"Daddy?" Cindy murmured later, as they lay locked in each other's arms, drifting off to sleep. "What, baby?"

"This won't be the only time, will it? I mean, it was good for you, too, wasn't it? You liked fucking me, didn't you?"

"My God, yes!"

She giggled. "Am I a good fuck?"

"You're a wonderful fuck, Cindy. I could never get enough of you!"

"I hope you'll try. I want you to do it to me a lot from now on. Will you?"

"As long as Anita doesn't find out, I don't really see why not."

She sighed, put her leg over him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. "I won't tell Mom," she cooed. "This will be our secret."

Cindy fell asleep in his arms.

Roy yawned luxuriously.

He thought of Anita in the hospital, and of the many court trials she would be taken to later. His wife would be absent from the home for days and weeks at a time until the judicial proceedings were over. But Cindy would be here with him, every night, and he knew this was only the beginning, merely the first of many, many nights they would spend together.

THE END
Degradation Row ....(108k)    by Calvin Hawkes




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