Raped waitress

CHAPTER FIVE

Linda woke up shivering. Her clothes had been shredded by Chris the night before. All she had to cover herself were the rags that were once her uniform. As she tried to get up from the dirt floor of her cell, the blonde felt every muscle in her body ache. It felt as if a thousand tiny daggers were digging into every square inch of her body as she stood up.

"Uh!" she grunted, staggering forward toward the one tiny window that illuminated the cell. She peered out into the light gray dawn, looking up at the heavy cloud cover and wondering where she was. It looked like desert country.

Linda sighed, then turned around and walked back to the center of the cell. What were they going to do with her? She knew too much to be let go. She'd seen them kill Max. She'd overheard something about heroin smuggling. Although Linda had no idea as to the extent of the operation, she knew enough to get her put away for good!

Yet Chris seemed to want to keep her alive. He could have killed her last night after raping her, so he must have had some plans for her.

Linda looked around her cell once more, hugging her tattered clothing tightly around her as best she could. There was frost forming on the wall just below the window. The blonde walked over and pressed her palm against the wall. As the frost melted, she caught the run-off and patted her cheeks down with the grimy liquid. The chill penetrated her bones. But it felt refreshing.

Then Linda thought of the night before, and her blood started to pump faster. She still couldn't understand her reactions. She understood the fear and revulsion, but the fact that she'd welcomed that horrible man into her cunt and had even begged him to fuck her, then climaxed with him – all that was too much to comprehend.

Linda's thoughts were broken by the sounds of approaching footsteps. She backed up against the cold wall as the door unlocked, then swung open with a loud metallic creak.

"Have a good night?" Bill asked. It was the trucker who'd shot Max. Linda felt a feeling of hatred surge over her like a tidal wave.

"You…" she started, then stopped. It was useless to fling any kind of curse at these people. All they'd do would be to laugh and mock her. No, she had to wait, to bide her time until she could strike back with all the fury they were using now to degrade her.

"Save it, baby," the tall, blond driver said as he walked slowly up to Linda. The woman looked at his twisted face, then glanced down at his hand. He had something in it.

"Something to wear. Guess Chris is gettin' soft. He wants you to be comfy," Bill said, throwing the pile of gray, coarse material in her face.

Linda caught it and held it up in front of her. It was a prison gown.

"Not a Gucci, but it'll keep you warm," Bill said as he motioned for Linda to get dressed.

The blonde dropped her pile of rags and quickly stepped into the woolen dress. The material was scratchy and uncomfortable. But at least she could keep warm.

"Okay, babe. Now we got to go," Bill said, extending his arm out as if to escort her.

Linda ignored him, marching proudly past the trucker to the narrow hallway outside. Bill pushed her down the hall. She looked around as best she could, noticing that there were many cells in this large, semi-deserted building. From its age and style of architecture, Linda guessed that it was some kind of state or federal prison that had been built at the turn of the century. It probably had been abandoned and forgotten years ago forgotten until Chris and his henchmen took it over for their own use.

"Oh, help! H-help!" a voice wailed out from one of the cells as Linda shuffled past with Bill. She peered into the darkened room and saw a young, black-haired Mexican girl hanging from the ceiling by her wrists. A series of leather thongs were wrapped tightly around her wrists. A long, thick manila rope was fastened to these thongs and to art overhead beam that ran the length of the cell. The girl's feet dangled only inches above the ground. Linda could see large bruise marks on the girl's thighs and belly, while long, red welts covered her tits and ass. As the blonde stopped instinctively and peered into the darkened cell, Bill moved closely behind her.

"See what happens when you don't cooperate?" he said in a low whisper.

"Oh, God, help me!" the girl wailed, lifting her head and looking desperately at Linda.

"You pigs!" Linda hissed as she stared in disbelief at that girl's spread-eagled body.

"Better watch it, blondie. You'll be hanging like her if you don't shut up," Bill warned as he grabbed her by the right arm and pulled her after him.

"Ohh!" Linda cried, stumbling along he uneven dirt floor as he dragged her down the long, darkened corridor to a large green metallic door. They stopped while the trucker fished around in his pocket for the keys. Finding them, he opened the door and shoved her through.

"Come on, baby, and meet the boys," Bill said, pushing her into a large open space in front of the prison.

Linda turned around and saw the outside of the building for the first time. It was low and squat, built out of large granite blocks with a tin roof. It seemed to stick up like an unnatural rock in the desert landscape. All around the building was flat, dry, sandy land that seemed to stretch to infinity. Raising her right hand to shade her eyes, Linda could barely make out a high mountain range to the south.

Linda lowered her hand and hugged her chest to keep warm. A brisk, howling wind swept across the lonely desert scene, rustling through the sparse scrub brush that grew around the "deserted" jailhouse.

"Hey guys, come on out!" Bill suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs. Linda cringed as she saw ten men slowly crawl out of the jailhouse, yawning and scratching their hair. They stumbled into the open space where she and Bill stood, finally noticing her and walking up. Linda saw the four other truckers who were at the diner that night. The only one who looked the slightest bit guilty was Jack – the family man, Linda thought as the truckers lined up in front of the jail and stared curiously at Bill and her.

While Linda still shivered, the blonde, muscular trucker turned her around like a puppet. He laughed quietly, then ripped the dress he'd just given her off with a single, powerful jerking movement.

"Ohhh!" Linda cried out in shock as the cold desert wind slashed between her warm thighs. She shuddered, hiking her arms to her tits to protect her nipples. She closed her thighs as best she could. The cold morning desert air whipped through her pussy hair, making the sensitive flesh pucker up into goose flesh under those pubic curls.

"Put on a little morning show for the boys," Bill said, grabbing her by the shoulders and pitching her forward. Linda stumbled, arms flailing in front of her as she tried to regain her balance. "Come on, bitch. Show them all what, a fine lady you an," the trucker taunted.

Linda stood dumbfounded and naked in front of the gaping men. Shame covered her as she turned and saw Bill walking up to her.

"I said move!" he shouted, raising his hand as if to strike her.

Linda raised her arm over her face for protection, but instead of hitting her, Bill grabbed the arm and flung her forward again. "Move!" he ordered again, sending her stumbling toward the line of chuckling truckers.

Linda staggered forward several steps then got her balance and stopped. She felt confused and shamed in front of this line of sneering truckers.

Finally one of them reached out. She backed up quickly, avoiding his grasp by that quick move. More hands reached out. The men were awake now and taunting her, laughing and calling out obscenities as she clutched her tits protectively and shrank back toward where Bill was still standing.

When she almost got back to him, Bill shouted and raised his hand again. Linda dodged to the right, then ran back toward the men. Her jugs bobbed teasingly. Her ass-cheeks and belly jiggled as she ran around the yard like a confused, hunted, frightened animal. Goose flesh broke out on every part of her chilled body as the shouting and laughing grew to a deafening roar.

As she got closer to the uneven line of truckers, she felt hard sharp blows across her butt-cheeks. They were slapping her, pinching her tender flesh as she stumbled helplessly in front of them. Some of the men threw clumps of dry earth at her.

Linda spun around, sobbing and choking with horror as she looked helplessly about her. Her long, blonde silky hair flew out in every direction as the howling wind passed her. She didn't know which way to go. Every direction she ran in promised nothing but pain and humiliation.

Then Linda looked at the long line of truckers and realized that they were exposing themselves to her.

They were unzipping their dirty Levi's, pulling their cocks out and rubbing them to stiffness.

"Oh!" she cried, spinning around and running back toward Bill. She heard steps behind her. It was a tsll, dark-haired trucker with a thick, stubby dick poking out from between the gold teeth of his zipper. As Linda shrieked with pain, he caught her hair and pulled her back. He rasped out some obscenity as Linda stumbled to her knees, sobbing and pleading for him to let her go.

"Fuck I will!" he grunted, pushing her down on her belly, then rolling Linda over on her back. Dust and sand covered her twisting body as the trucker crawled on top of her and rammed two fingers of his right hand into her twat.

"Ahhh!" Linda yelped, feeling her cunt muscles clamp down hard on the invading digits. She ground her snatch-lips hungrily against his hand and jerked up, spearing herself on his fingers. While the ruggedly handsome trucker sneered lewdly at her, Linda threw herself against him gladly.

"Shit! This bitch loves it!" the trucker said in a loud voice as he clawed the blonde's cunt savagely with his calloused fingers. He probed her slit violently, exciting Linda so much by his brutality that she pissed involuntarily on his hand.

"You fuckin' slut!" the trucker cursed, jerking his hand out of her snatch and pushing it up to her mouth. He was going to make her drink her own piss!

Linda groaned and turned her head away, refusing to take those fingers between her teeth. He cursed again, squeezing her ass tightly while he moved around and thrust his right knee hard into her belly.

The blonde groaned, opening her mouth to gasp in the air that had been knocked out of her.

"Suck it!" the trucker said savagely, jamming his piss-coated fingers deep into her mouth. Linda choked on the taste and smell while the trucker and his cronies laughed at the lewd spectacle.

Bill came up to them and signaled the trucker to back off.

"The more you give this slut, the more she begs for it," Bill sneered, raising his boot and placing the heel on Linda's shoulder. She lay there quietly, trembling and wondering what would happen next. The blonde had heard of people so tortured and shamed that they welcomed death when it finally came. Slowly, she began to realize that this might be the case with her. This constant barrage of pain and degradation was eroding her self-respect and sense of hope.

"On your belly, bitch," Bill said in a low voice, putting pressure on her shoulder and forcing her to roll over on the dirt. At the same time he reached down and unbuckled his belt, yanking it out of the loops of his Levi's. He held that long, thick black military belt doubled in his fist. Before Linda realized what was happening, he slapped her ass with it, making her butt tingle with pain and pleasure. He struck her again, the thwacking sound filling the otherwise silent desert air.

"Ohhh!" Linda finally cried out, throwing her head back. With each following stroke she became weaker, wriggling on the dirt with less intensity.

"Fuckin' animal!" Bill hissed out at her, raising his hand and bringing the belt whistling through the air one more time.

"Ohhhhh!" the blonde cried out, clawing the hard desert dirt with her fingers and hot tears sprang to her eyes. She could taste the loose soil in her mouth as she tried to crawl away from the stinging pain of Bill's belt. Then another whistling sound filled the air, followed quickly by another hot, stinging sensation on her back. The belt sliced into her goose-fleshed skin mercilessly as Bill seemed to be increasing his whipping rather than growing tired of it.

"P-Please! AIYEE!" Linda howled as she felt the cold leather bite into the back of her neck. Large, curving welts raised all over her body as he flailed at her with increasing intensity.

Finally one of the truckers told Bill to relax.

"You're right. That bitch'll make any guy sweat his balls off to satisfy her," he gasped, dropping his belt and wiping the sweat off his forehead. Linda groaned and slowly rolled over on her back and looked at Bill. He was right. They were two of a kind. The realization finally flashed across her mind like a burst of divine inspiration. She enjoyed pain and humiliation just as much as he enjoyed giving it to her. He sensed that earlier. It had taken Linda all this time to realize it.

"She still needs a little taming," Bill said, fixing his burning eyes on her. Linda felt them boring into her soul, reading her innermost thoughts. She could tell that he knew her inside out now. Whatever these other men might think, Bill knew what he wanted and would give it to her in spades. "Bring out that old bull whip."

Linda's eyes widened when she heard those words. A bull whip? He had to be joking! Was he going to whip her to death in front of all these truckers? Was that how they got their jollies in between smuggling loads of heroin for high school junkies?

One of the truckers ducked into the jailhouse, coming out in a few minutes with an old, time-worn whip. Bill reached out and caught it as it was thrown to him.

Linda looked up at the man and started scooting away from him. She felt the dirt and sand spilling into her twat as her ass-cheeks scraped along the ground. Bill walked forward slowly, his boots crushing the loose dirt down as Linda kept on scooting backward. He kept snapping the whip, letting the knotted end strike his Levi's. It sounded to Linda like a gunshot.

"Ohhh, God!" the blonde moaned again and she looked desperately around her. There was no place to run. They'd catch her wherever she fled. "Oh please, don't! No!" Linda pleaded.

"Come on, baby," Bill sneered as he took longer steps toward her. Her terror stricken eyes focused on that whip as it snapped against the big trucker's Levi's. The cold bit into her nipples and palms as the wind blasted into her pussy. Finally terror completely overtook her. Linda rolled over and got up on all fours, crawling out of reach of the whip. Her tits hung down low, the nipples brushing the desert floor. She tried to regain her balance. But the loose dirt seemed to pitch her forward. She tried to crawl faster, then slipped and fell into the dirt. She got back up and started crawling away on all fours again.

Bill laughed, dancing around the moaning woman as she fought to get away. He kept just out of whip range, blocking every avenue of escape Linda tried to take. The landscape spun around her as she ran now senselessly in every direction.

Finally she felt herself bumping against something rough and hard. Her eyes focused, and she saw that she was against the front wall of the jailhouse! She'd come back to the place she'd tried to escape from.

Linda spun around and screamed. There was no place to run. She closed her eyes and started sobbing uncontrollably. Let him do whatever he wanted! She was too tired and worn down to fight back or escape anymore.

"The race is over," Bill said, snapping the whip. "Now it's my turn."

Linda opened her eyes and saw Bill raise his arm. Squealing like a stuck pig, Linda tried to cover herself with her arms as the trucker brought the whip down. The end bit into her flesh along her ribs. A large welt sprang up just below her left tit.

"Ohhhhh!" the blonde cried out, feeling her knees giving out from under her.

Bill grunted approval, then swung the whip over his head again. She heard the sharp, high-pitched whistling that leather strand was making as it sliced through the air and shot down toward her body.

"Ohhhh, nooo!" the blonde cried out as she felt the whip chew into her thigh. Still screaming mindlessly, Linda rolled along the wall, clawing at the rough granite blocks with her hands as she desperately tried to escape the whip. It was useless. She whimpered and begged. Yet she had the feeling that he was going to peel all the flesh away from her skin with that lash. She was going to die here in front of this deserted jailhouse in the middle of nowhere.

"This one's for last night," Bill grunted, bringing the whip down hard across her tits.

Linda shrieked, jerking her body forward and away from the prison wall. She stumbled forward, then fell to her knees. Her body slumped forward until her forehead was touching the dirt. Her skin flinched with every sound Bill made, waiting for the next burninh, slicing sensation that the black leather bull whip made.

"Arrrghhh!" the woman screamed as the long thong tore into her butt-cheek. But this time there was a strange kind of warmth that blossomed in her groin. Oh, God, no, not that! Linda thought. She was being whipped to death. Was she going to have orgasms at the same time?

The blonde tried to fight down that tingling sensation tickling her gradually swelling clit. But it was impossible. In this kind of situation, it was foolish to believe that she could control anything.

"Uhhhhh!" the blonde cried out again as the whip tore into her butt again. She recoiled, falling onto her belly and clawing the dirt. Another bite of the whip brought her around. That flash of heat from the lashing was reaching her clit more powerfully now, creating a sexual excitement that was arousing all her senses once more.

Bill stopped whipping her, looking down and smiling at the groaning blonde as she lay in the dirt. Finally he threw the whip down and walked over to her crumpled prison dress. The trucker picked it up and threw it over to her.

"Get dressed, Linda. We've got work to do. Just wanted to let you know that we mean business. And that goes as a warnin' to the rest of you," Bill said, looking meaningfully at Jack. "If you've got any ideas, just remember what you seen here this mornin'. We did this just for fun. But believe me, suckers, it can get pretty fuckin' rough if we want it!"

The other men grumbled, then turned and filed back into the building. Linda reached out and grabbed the coarse material. Pulling it up to her face, she wiped the tears from her cheeks with it.

"Come on. I ain't got all day. Chris wants to talk to you," Bill said, kicking her lightly with the toe of his boot.

Linda stood up with a groan and stepped into her now-ripped dress. Bill waited impatiently, hurling insults at her as she finished dressing. When she was through, he took her back into the building and back to what Linda feared would be more agony.