Raped waitress

CHAPTER NINE

"Oh Mama, I hurt," Judy wailed, holding her thigh and rubbing the sore, burned flesh with her trembling fingers.

"Don't do that, honey," Linda said, ignoring the pain in her snatch and crawling over to her daughter. She examined the dark letter M burned into the young girl's flesh.

"I can't take any more, Mama. I can't!" the young girl said, sobbing as she looked pleadingly into her mother's eyes.

"It'll be over soon," Linda said, afraid that her words would be too true. She couldn't imagine why Chris allowed this to happen if he really needed their cooperation. He must have figured out something else, some other plan where they weren't important.

Linda sighed and held her daughter closely. She had a feeling that everything would come to a head soon. Whatever Chris was planning would take place in a few days, or perhaps a few hours. He mentioned a big shipment of dope to go out pretty soon. That was what they were being saved for. After that, the thoughts that buzzed through Linda's confused mind were too horrible to contemplate. She just prayed that if they were to be killed, Chris would make it short and painless.

The blonde's thoughts were interrupted by a loud hissing sound coming from the window. Linda cringed, thinking at first that a rattler had somehow managed to crawl into their cell. Turning her head, she saw that someone was standing outside by the window and motioning her to come forward.

"Who is it?" she whispered, letting go of Judy and making sure no one was in the corridor outside her cell.

"Doesn't matter," the man whispered back as Linda approached the window. Looking closely at him, the blonde recognized the man as Jack, the reluctant trucker.

"What do you want," Linda said a little bitterly.

"Listen. I haven't got time to argue with you. I know you don't have to trust me. But I've had enough of this game. I've got a wife and kids and I don't want them dragged into this mess," he said, looking nervously over his shoulders.

"Don't tell me your problems," Linda said, about to walk back to her daughter. She wasn't about to sit as some kind of father confessor for a conscience-ridden trucker.

"Hey! I'm trying to help you," Jack said in a low voice.

"Help? How? They've got this place so well locked up and guarded that you couldn't smuggle a gnat out of here," Linda said hopelessly.

"I've got to pull the rig out of here in a couple of hours, deliver the horses, then come back here for the trip down south with the stuff," Jack confessed. "You could get in there. All you have to do is get out of here," he said with a slight smile on his face.

"Why take that chance? When we get through helping them."

"When you get through helping them, you'll be just a pile of cinders, along with your daughter," Jack said.

"What?" Linda almost cried out in a loud voice.

"Shhh! They're gonna drug you and the girl, then crash the car just north of the checkpoint by San Clemente. They figure that the Feds will be so busy with everybody else trying to pull you two out that the trucks'll sail through without any problems. And they'll take care of the two of you at the same time," Jack said, watching Linda's reaction closely.

"Oh God," she whispered hoarsely after several moments. "So they get their money and tie up loose ends at the same time."

"Right. Now do you see why you've got to get out of here now?" Jack asked.

"All right. But how?" Linda asked, feeling terrified and fearful for her life.

"Most of the men are drunk out of their minds right now," Jack said quickly. "They've just got one guy guarding your cell now, and he's flaky. If you could get him in, we could knock him out and get the hell out of here," Jack suggested.

"Why don't you do it and save us the problem?"

Linda asked, wondering how she could fool the trucker guarding her.

"Nobody around here trusts me anymore. Chris and Bill spread the word that I might want out of the operation. I'm a threat to them. God only knows why they haven't done me in yet. But anyway, that guy wouldn't let me within ten feet of this place. You get him in the cell, you know, occupied, and we can get out."

Linda shuddered, raising her arms and squeezing them tightly across her tits. She knew what she might have to do. But if Jack was right, there wasn't any choice.

"All right. You stand outside there and wait," Linda said, sighing deeply. "You'll know when it's time to come in."

Jack winked in agreement, then pulled back from the window as Linda walked to the cell door.

"Honey," she said, turning to Judy for a second. "We've got to play along to get out of here."

"I know, Mama," the girl said, smiling bravely as she crawled up to the cot and sat down on the edge.

Linda inhaled sharply, then started pounding the iron bars.

"Guard! Guard!" she called out loudly, rattling the door.

"What the fuck you want?" the sleepy, slightly drunk trucker finally said as he staggered from his chair up to the cell.

"A little attention," Linda said coyly, stepping back and smiling at him.

The trucker looked a little stupidly at her, his thick lower lip drooping down as if he were a retarded ape. Then the message finally sank in. He smiled back, raising his right hand and wiping the drool off his mouth with the back of his wrist.

"What the fuck do I want with a broad's who's been busy fuckin' horses?" he said sarcastically.

The words bit into Linda's pride. But she kept on smiling, backing up into the cell. At the same time, Judy raised one knee and slowly opened her legs, exposing her furry young black snatch.

"That makes me just a little more experienced than the rest," she said coyly.

"A lot fuckin' looser, you mean," the trucker said, still sneering. But Linda could tell that he was thinking over the possibility of slipping into their cell.

"Come on. Nobody'll know. With all this around, we haven't had a good lay," Linda said, hating the words.

"You came to the right guy," the fat, unshaven slobby trucker said, fishing in his pockets for the keys. Linda held her breath as she heard the key enter the lock and watched the door swing open. The blonde could tell that he wasn't that drunk to be so easily overtaken. As fat as he was, he was also muscular. She'd have to get him in a position where he couldn't fight back too well.

"Who do you want first?" Linda said recognizing the man as the greaser who had branded her daughter.

"You. I'll get her later," the big man said, grabbing Linda roughly by the arms and flinging her hard to the ground.

"Ohhh! A cave man," she grunted out, wanting to rip his eyes out with her fingernails. Instead she lay there quietly while the trucker stripped. He couldn't get undressed quickly enough. Throwing his clothing in a pile on the floor, the trucker jerked off his soiled white cotton jockey shorts. His cock was stumpy and had an odor of animal decay about it. He was visibly shaking. Linda shuddered also, but she was trembling from the thought of this filthy animal crawling on top of her.

"Oh baby, see if this ain't better than some horse," the trucker grunted as he climbed on top of her. He tried to stab his dick in her immediately. But his cock was too wide.

"Oh God! I want to hold you, shit, chew on that dick of yours," Linda said encouragingly, wondering what the hell was taking Jack so long in getting there. She looked around and noticed to her surprise that Judy was gone! Before she had a chance to try to figure out what happened, she felt the fat trucker's greasy lips slithering all over her throat and tits.

"Uhhhh!" she groaned, looking up into his glazed eyes. Linda lifted her arms to embrace him. The trucker bucked harder and harder against her, pushing his fat rod against her snatch-lips. She jerked from side to side, raising her ass-cheeks and fitting him nicely into her cunt.

"Ahhh!" he grunted with satisfaction, plunging away with his big, hairy shaking ass. Soon she could tell from his uneven, ragged breathing that he was close to coming. Where the hell was Jack? The trucker would be through and dressed, and all she'd have for this show was a pussy full of this disgusting man's spunk.

"Ohhh, not yet!" she pleaded.

"Coming!" he grunted. He thrashed wildly, rearing up and tensing. She squeezed her cuntal muscles tightly together, choking off any attempt of his cock squirting cum into her hole yet.

"Please, wait!" Linda begged.

"Fuckin' bitch. You like it good and hot, heh?" the trucker said, sweating like an overworked pig and grunting as he rotated his stubby dick around and around the blonde's squishy cunt.

As he toyed with her snatch, plunging his dick in and out slowly, taking his time and trying to bring her to a climax before he shot his wad, Linda looked over the man's shoulders and saw her daughter with Jack slowly slip back into the cell. In Judy's hand was a long poker. In fact, it was the branding iron the trucker had used on her earlier. But Judy held it by the letter end and the long, pointed handle glowed bright red. A twisted sneer snaked across Judy's lips as she slipped quietly across the dirt floor up to the fucking trucker. Linda gasped when she realized what her daughter was about to do. But this wasn't the time for moralizing. She held tightly onto the fat, grunting man as Judy pointed the red-hot poker directly over the trucker's shitter.

"Commmming!" Linda screamed, pretending to be thrashing wildly, gripped in the throes of a painful, violent orgasm.

The trucker grunted with obvious pleasure, thinking that he'd brought Linda to that kind of climax. His pleasure quickly turned to horror when Judy stabbed the red-hot pointed end of the branding iron into his exposed bunghole.

"Arrghhhhh!" he cried out, his eyes opening wide with horror as the girl pushed harder, ripping the screaming man's tender bowels apart with the searing, ripping poker.

Linda crawled from under the shrieking man quickly, scooting against the cot as he tried to turn around and fight off whoever was behind him. But Jack ran in and held him helplessly to the ground. Linda held her ears, feeling her stomach churn as she watched her young daughter commit this horrible act. He bellowed, writhed, shouted and screamed incoherently as Judy twisted and rotated that poker, smiling insanely. Linda wanted to get up and stop the girl. But she realized that that kind of revenge was due to her. She'd been brutally violated and mutilated for life by this animal. He deserved what he was getting now.

"Ahhhhhh!" The man cried in weaker groans. Linda could smell the seared flesh of his ass. His flanks quivered, his arms shot straight out, flailing in the air then beating in the dirt as the poker jammed in even further. Judy still stood quietly above him, jaws tight, driving that iron deeper and deeper as Jack held the trucker down with all his might.

"My God, you'll kill him!" Linda finally shouted out as she saw blood slowly oozing out of the man's ass and mouth.

Judy didn't hear her mother. The hissing of that iron poker against the trucker's skin died as the man's groans became softer and finally died away to a low moan. The girl backed away, smiling as the trucker lay face-down in the dirt with the poker sticking out of his burned, blackened asshole like some kind of battle standard.

"Let's get the hell out of here! With all that screaming, even the drunks might be getting up," Jack said, motioning Linda to get up.

"Come on Judy," Linda said softly, taking her daughter by the hand and pulling her out of the foul-smelling cell. The girl followed obediently, turning her head around and looking at the man for one last time. A quiet chuckle escaped from her lips as she stared. Then she turned and stepped along with her mother as they crept down the long corridor to the outside.

"The truck's over by that side," Jack said, pointing to the spot. "Come on. We've got to get you two in there pronto."

Linda and Judy ran quickly behind the sprinting trucker, looking nervously behind their shoulders for anyone.

"Thank God!" Linda said as they reached the trailer.

"Get in," Jack whispered, opening the driver's door and helping Linda in. "You've got to stay down behind the seat until we pull clear of the compound. They've got guards stationed at the foot of the entrance road," Jack advised.

Linda nodded her head quickly in agreement, taking Judy by the hand and pulling her into the cab. Jack crawled in quickly, slamming the door as quietly as possible and started up the big truck. The vibrations rippled through Linda's body as she prayed silently that they'd make it.

"By the way, I just heard that that guy at the diner's alive," Jack said as he steered the big rig out of the compound and headed down a narrow, bumpy dirt road toward the highway.

"What?" Linda cried out in disbelief.

"Yeah. I couldn't believe it either. But seems Bill made the mistake of setting the place on fire," Jack said.

"What!" Linda cried out.

"Yeah. He figured that it would cover his tracks. What it did was attract some passing motorists who called the fire department. They found that guy and pulled him out before the roof collapsed," Jack said as he motioned for Linda to keep her head down. "We're passing the guards now," he whispered back.

"Then the police must know something's up," Linda whispered back.

"Yeah, but not exactly what it is," Jack said out of the corner of his mouth as he nodded cheerfully to the two truckers sitting on rocks on either side of the twisting road. "He's been in kind of a coma for these last couple of days. The news said something about him snapping out of it a little today. I guess Chris' little deal wouldn't have gone off anyway if that guy talked," Jack said, sighing with relief as he pulled onto the main highway.

Max alive! Linda's heart skipped a beat because of the happiness that rippled through her body. Alive, and in a few weeks, ready for her again. Whatever happened to her in the past was past. She couldn't let that bother her any more. Not with Max in the picture again. The long nightmare was over. As the truck sailed down the highway toward Gilroy and safety, Linda thought of Max's big fat dick and sighed happily.

"Mmmmmm, thought I'd never see this day," Max said in a low, dreamy voice. He rolled over on his side and trailed his fingers lightly over the high-rising mounds of her tits. Linda gasped as his calloused thumb flicked across her nipple.

"God help me, I thought I'd die when I saw you sliding to the floor that night," Linda said, pushing her legs apart and kicking the sheets off the king-sized bed.

"Our date was interrupted for a while," the big man said, moving his powerful fingers down Linda's flat, heaving belly.

"Ohh, but we'll make up for it now," she said unevenly, feeling Max's big fingers toying with the tight curls of her pubic hairs. She knew that with the right kind of tugging and stroking, a man could make a woman climax just by playing with her cunt-hairs. Max was just doing that now, making the sensitive twat flesh ripple and tremble, making her slick, inner cunt folds pucker up and suck in as he plowed his fingers lightly through the tangled forest of blonde cunt-hairs.

"I'd like to have seen the look on those truckers' faces when the police and Feds broke into their camp," Max said suddenly.

"Huh?" Linda said in surprise. Her mind was drifting far away from any consideration of that horrible compound and what happened in it.

"I mean, I heard that they found one of the biggest caches of heroin in a long time stuffed in those semi's," Max continued, dreamily playing with Linda's pubic curls.

"For God's sake, Max," Linda said a little irritatedly. "We can talk about that later," she whispered now. The blonde was too aroused now to be thinking about cops and robbers. Besides, she was nervous about speaking of those events. Fortunately, not too much was made about the sexual degradation she and Judy were forced to submit to. And nothing was said about the horse act. It wasn't due to any decency on Chris' part. Linda guessed that he felt he needed all the help he could get, and confessing that he'd made the women submit to that kind of degradation wouldn't win the sympathy of any court.

"Sorry, babe. But that was a pretty heavy scene laid on you and Judy," Max said sympathetically, rolling over and sliding down on the bed until his thick, sensuous lips gently cupped Linda's oozing snatch.

"Ohh, suck, suck, suck," Linda cooed, jerking her knees together and trapping Max's head with her smooth, sweaty thighs. She felt herself floating higher and higher, soaring into the sky as the big man dug into her fuck-hole with his long tongue. Linda sighed as first one ripple, then another delicious contraction fluttered across her stiffened clit. The nightmare was over and she was in the arms of a powerful lover who wanted only to please her. That's all Linda wanted!

Or was it? Soaring higher and higher as her clit throbbed harder and harder, the blonde felt the overwhelming urge to be humiliated, hurt, degraded.

"Oh God!" Linda cried out with surprise as she fought down that feeling.

"Like it, babe?" Max asked, pulling his head out from between her legs and looking dreamily at her.

"Yes, yes," she panted, shoving his face back down into her juice-slicked twat and hunching her swampy box against his mouth. God help me! Linda prayed silently as she successfully fought down that raging desire to be hurt this time. As she rocketed toward climax, the blonde wondered if she'd ever recover from her ordeal. It had unleashed a strange power and desire in her that might never be completely restrained.

"Ohhhh!" Linda cried out as her blood-engorged clit throbbed and beat in climax. It was beautiful, but not the hard, knifing orgasm that cut through her like a rusty saw she'd experienced in the compound.

"Oh God, God," Linda wailed, wondering where it would all end.