muscles around her pussy, milking Chris' driving dick. He panted and yelped as Linda started to match his strokes with quick, jerky hunches of her own.
'Fuckin' bitch,' Chris gasped, shaking his head from side to side to get rid of the sweat that poured down his forehead. 'I told you that you'd dig it.'
'Oh, God! No! No! No!' Linda wailed, unable to understand the feelings that were ripping both her body and mind apart. All she could do was suck at his fucking dick with her pussy, pulling at it greedily with her spasming cunt walls. Her tits bounced and swayed as Linda undulated sensuously under the fucking trucker. She felt his powerful fingers squeezing her tits, pinching the hard nipples mercilessly as he ground his fat dick-meat deeper and deeper into her body.
'Unngh!' Chris suddenly cried out as his breathing turned into ragged gasps. As the first bursts of cum burned into her pussy, Linda cried out and raised her legs higher. She flung them around Chris' back, pounding his thighs with her heels. Linda held on tightly as the trucker hunched forward, driving his cock further up her slit than before. He spilled all his spunk into her juicy hole until a mixture of cum and cunt-juice spilled out and trickled down her upturned ass-cheeks. Linda kept him prisoner until the trucker's big cock softened. Chris grunted something unintelligible, then hunched back, puffing his flaccid dick out of the woman's pussy.
'Ohhhh,' Linda cried out in shame and humiliation. She covered her eyes with her arm, unable to look at the big man who'd just raped her. He told her that she'd like it – and he was right. In spite of what had happened and what he thought of her, Linda reached a roaring climax that she'd never experienced in normal sex before.
'That's just the start, baby. You can be a prime hooker if you really work at it,' Chris mumbled as he dressed slowly.
'Just l-leave me a-a-alone,' Linda stammered, shivering and rolling over on her belly, fighting back the sobs.
'I'll see how you feel tomorrow,' Chris said menacingly as he left the cell.
When the door slammed shut ant Linda was alone again. She wondered why she'd reacted to the big trucker as she had. This whole scene was new to her. What kind of person was she turning into? And more serious, would she get a chance to find out?
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.