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.
CHAPTER SIX
They went into a different hallway than the one they came out of. There were no people in this one. The cells were completely deserted and looked as if they'd been that way for years. Finally Bill pushed her into a room at the end of the long, chilly corridor.
'I was watching your performance,' Chris said, smiling from behind a rectangular, metal desk. There were piles of invoices on the desktop along with what looked like time schedules. A three-drawer green metal file stood to the left of the desk. The room had the appearance of a makeshift office. 'You've got a lot of energy, Linda. I could use someone like you,' he added, sifting through the pile of invoices to his right.
'I don't know what you're talking about,' the blonde said honestly.
'Of course you don't. Not completely, that is. I heard that you overheard some of the conversation last night. That wasn't very smart, Linda. It cost poor Max his life, not to mention what it's gonna cost you if you don't go along with us,' Chris said, smiling wryly at her.
'What does it matter? You're going to kill me one way or the other. Why should I drag it out?' Linda answered tiredly. She knew that they couldn't afford a luxury like her much longer.
'That's not a bright way of looking at it. Besides, you might become so valuable that it would be impossible to kill you,' Chris said calmly, obviously enjoying her discomfort.
'What do you want me to do?' Linda asked after several minutes of silence.
'That's better,' Chris said, smiling broadly.
Linda didn't necessarily want to help these people. But she realized that even in the darkest moments of her despair, there was still that will to live. As much as she'd been hurt and degraded, she just couldn't lay her head down on the block meekly and let them whack it off. She knew that she'd thought of that several times during her tortures. But when the chips were down, Linda opted for life. Besides, there was always the hope that she could get away.
'Do I have to do something with drugs?' Linda blurted out.
'Bright too,' Chris commented. 'Of course. That's the purpose of this whole set-up. You think we enjoy romping around the desert for kicks? Baby, you stumbled into one of the biggest drug ops in California.'
'I don't understand…'
'You ain't been reading the papers,' Chris said. 'Ever since the overseas sources dried up, the heroin shit's been comin' in through Mexico. Baby, I've got half the traffic under my belt. We move it in by low-flying plane or boat in from down south to San Diego. There, we've got warehouses we stash it in until we get the high sign to move it out up to L.A., Frisco, or out of state.' Chris stood up from his desk and started to pace back and forth excitedly. It was obvious to Linda that he was proud of the operations he'd created.
'You see, we doctor up the invoices from the trucking company after the driver leaves. The added weight goes in here,' Chris said, picking up an invoice and pointing to a figure. 'So if we get weighed by some suspicious cop, we're covered. The heroin goes in the middle of the load. Most cops are too lazy or tired to go through what looks like a normal load for any kind of check. So we get away with it,' Chris concluded, smiling broadly as he leaned against the desk and folded his arms tightly across his chest.
'While the kids in the playground get high on your stuff,' Linda commented wryly.
'Listen. What happens to the heroin after we get rid of it's no concern of mine. Those kids have got minds of their own. I'm not forcing it into their arms,' Chris said impatiently.
Linda sighed, then looked at the floor.
'So how do I fit into this?' she finally asked.
'It's been getting kind of tight down around San Clemente lately. I think they suspect something's goin' on, so they're checking the trucks more carefully. So far we ain't been caught. But all they have to do is catch one trucker with a load of drugs and we're all in trouble. There goes the organization,' Chris said, shaking his head sadly. 'And me?' Linda persisted.
'And you, Mama, are gonna be a diversion for the big shipment we've got comin' up in three days,' he said.
