Convict's Captive Book 3

by Paul Blades

  The woman, too, was finding it hard to stand. Rocker took hold of the hair behind her head and straightened her up. She squealed and he shook her head violently. ”Shut the fuck up!” he told her. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. Her eyes were darting around the group of coarse looking men. The moonlight made it almost as light as day.

  Mouse led the way. Jack felt a little uncomfortable having one of the men escort the girl, but he didn’t want to say anything about it. Already his ownership of her was being diluted. He was intent though of ensuring one thing. Nobody was going to fuck her tonight except him.

  Carly was frightened beyond her wits. She had heard the voices of the men. They could see her, but she couldn’t see them, and they talked about her as if she were some prize that the man had won. She didn’t want to get out of the car. She would have preferred to stay in the trunk, die there if necessary. She didn’t resist being pulled out of it for the same reason she had failed to resist all the other dozens of orders, verbal or otherwise, the man had given her over the last three days. She was too scared to.

  Her thigh muscles groaned when her legs were freed from her hands, and when she was brought out of the car, so near to the crowding men that she could feel the heat from their bodies, she had almost fallen, her knees were so weak. She heard the one man say that he would take her and she felt his tight, powerful grasp on her arm and she almost fainted. “Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god!” she thought to herself. “Save me! Save me! Save me!”

  Her naked breasts wobbled and swayed as she stood there, shaking with fear. She knew the men could see them. She had no power to hide them. They would see them and desire her and then fuck her. Strange as it was, she craved contact with the man. She could hear his voice, but she wanted him near to her, touching her, owning her. If she belonged to him, then maybe the others would leave her alone.

  She suddenly realized that she was sobbing. She didn’t want to be. It made her feel like she was falling apart, that she was disassembling right before the men’s eyes. She knew she would get no sympathy. It just made her seem more vulnerable and that was the last thing she needed. The other woman was crying too. She heard her squeal and realized that the men had probably done something to hurt her. It frightened her even more. “I’ll do what they want,” she promised her deity, “but please don’t let them hurt me, please!”

  They marched as a group to the house. She stumbled once or twice and the man who was holding her lifted her arm up so that her weight was on him and he kind of dragged her along. As they got nearer the house, Carly could hear music playing. It was some kind of rockabilly thing she had never heard before. They came up to some steps and the man who was holding her practically lifted her up. A door opened, the music got louder. Now it was mixed with the sound of a partying crowd. Men and women were laughing loudly. There was loud conversation. She could smell food.

  Once through the door, she was pulled another ten or fifteen steps. The music and the crowd noise was right in front of her. One of the men who had come out to the car started to shout, “Quiet! Quiet! Turn that fuckin’ thing off!”

  The music deadened and the crowd hushed.

  “Mi amigos and amigas,” the voice shouted, “may I have the privilege of introducing to you, fresh from an engagement at Wolverton State Penitentiary, the one, the only, Jack ‘Blackjack’ Jackson!”

  The crowd erupted into a series of raucous cheers. There were whistles and whoops and rebel yells. The crowd surged around them.

  “Wait! Wait, my friends!” the man continued. “I would be remiss if I also failed to present our other guests, two lovely lady fairs!”

  Carly felt herself pushed forward. The other woman was next to her. There were more catcalls and whistles and cheers. A hand went to the back of her short, denim miniskirt and unclasped it and then lowered the zipper. It fell from her hips and there was another round of applause and exuberance. Someone swept it from her feet. A hand circled one of her breasts and squeezed it.

  People were massing all around. She heard the other woman shriek and then a slap and a cry from her followed by laughter. Carly was panicked. It seemed that the crowd had lost all control and she expected any moment to be thrown onto the floor and her dreaded assault to begin. Then, she felt a hand in her hair. It pulled it taut in a familiar way. It pulled her back and she felt him near her. It had to be him. She would know that touch anywhere. A wave of relief flowed through her. For the moment, she was safe.

  Jack was overwhelmed by the surging crowd. There had to be fifteen or twenty men in the room with maybe ten or so women. Hands grabbed his, hands slapped his back. He began to feel overwhelmed. He would never have let anyone as close to him as this in prison, never mind a crowd of motherfuckers. And then he thought, “The girl? Where was the girl?”

  He saw a small group of men surrounding her. They were poking and pinching her, laughing, enjoying her distress. They had stripped off her skirt. He quickly stepped to his left to where she was standing. He took hold of her hair with his left hand and pulled her to him. The crowd still pushed up on him. He felt ready to explode.

  And then came a commanding, deep voice. “Okay! Okay! Let him breathe!” The crowd parted. A tall, broad shouldered man stepped up. He was dark and weathered looking. “I’m Ike,” he said as he held out his hand. “Welcome to La Casa Picoros. The House of Rouges. As they say, ‘Mi casa es su casa.”

  Jack maintained a hold on the girl’s hair with his left hand as he shook Ike’s hand with his right. There was no question. Ike was the boss. He was being greeted as one jefe to another. Jack felt a surge of pride and relief. He had been afraid that he would be treated like some destitute refugee. But the man’s face and hand bespoke respect. Yes, he was home.

  “Now all you folks relax,” Ike said to the small crowd. “You’ll all get a chance to meet him.”

  Ike turned back to Jack. “How was your trip?”

  “Hairy,” Jack replied. “We got snowed in in Arkansas. I thought for sure they would get me then.”

  Ike looked at the girl. “Looks like you had a nice way of passing the time though,” he said.

  “Yeah, she’s pretty fucking hot. And she’s smart and does what she’s told. Don’t you honey?” he said shaking her head.

  The girl released a muffled whine but was otherwise silent.

  “Let me introduce you to some of the boys,” Ike said. “This here’s Rocker. He and Chaz were the ones who escorted you in.” Jack gave a nod to the pair. Rocker had the other woman’s hair still in his hand. He had unbuttoned her shirt and her lacy bra was pulled down, freeing her breasts, lifting them up. They looked bigger than Jack had thought.

  “And this here’s Stitch. He kind of runs the place. Anything you want, anything, you just ask Stitch. If he ain’t got it, he’ll get it.”

  “Hi, Stitch,” Jack said. “Glad to meet you.”

  “My pleasure, Jack,” Stitch returned.

  They went around the room. There was Breaker and Hound Dog and Ice Man and Killer and many more. Jack said hello to each one of them. They all looked at him with awe bordering on reverence. Most of the women were with gang members, their girlfriends. But a few of them Jack could tell were property, owned by the club and brought in to round out the entertainment. He could tell from the familiar, sullen looks and their skimpy skirts and blouses. One of them had her blouse off already. There was a red tattoo on the top of her full, right breast, a 2” high, cursive ‘R’. Besides, the property were all decent looking if not good looking chicks. The girlfriends, paired off with gang members more for purposes of companionship and shared interests than sex, were as a rule a little scraggly if not out and out hefty.

  One of the women, a girlfriend, asked if she could get a better look at the girl’s face. Obligingly, Jack removed her blindfold and gag. The girl sputtered a bit and stared about the room wide eyed. The woman, half back sized with long, scraggly blond hair, a fat, flat face and wearing a stretched out yellow halter top and jeans took hold
of the girl’s nipples and shook them. “So what’s your name, baby,” she cooed at her. The girl looked at her sullenly. She had turned red from shame.

  “C-C-Carly,” she managed to stammer in a low, subdued tone.

  “That’s it,” thought Jack. “Carly. I should’ve remembered.” It was a little strange to hear her voice. He had denied it to her for most of 3 days and he had almost forgotten that she knew how to talk.

  “You’re pretty, Carly,” the woman said sweetly while pinching her teats. “How do you like being Blackjack’s whore?”

  “She’s not permitted to talk,” Jack told the woman. He reinserted the gag into the girl’s mouth and buckled it tightly behind her head. He left the blindfold off. It was a kick seeing her so flustered and humiliated at being naked and the center of so much not quite friendly attention. It made his cock rise.

  There was a spread of charbroiled steaks, ribs and thick chorizo sausages together with a big pot of baked beans on a long table along with the usual utensils. Ike nodded towards it. “Feel free to load up,” he said. “If I had to guess, I’d say you probably didn’t get much to eat today.”

  “That’s right,” Jack replied. He could eat a horse. But he didn’t want to let go of the girl. Someone would probably grab her and want to fuck her. Ike sensed his discomfort.

  “I can see you want to keep your little honey to yourself for now. Bring her over here. She’ll be safe.”

  Jack followed Ike to the side of the room, pushing the girl before him. He saw the four little cages lined up along the wall. Only one was occupied. It was a young, black haired girl. Ike unlocked one of the cages.

  “There’s two more, but they’re upstairs right now getting some cock. Feel free to sample one if you want. Or you could use one of the whores we brought in from our house of delight in Albuquerque. They’re highly skilled and very obedient. In fact, I’d say that just about any female in the place would be willing to give the infamous Blackjack Jackson a hummer.”

  “Maybe,” Jack said nonchalantly. He knew that as soon as he used one of their girls, his would be up for grabs. There were some really good looking females, but he promised himself he would hold off.

  He pushed the girl’s head down until she had fallen to her knees and then gave her a little shove towards the cage. He didn’t have to do more than that. The girl knew what to do. She bent over and crawled on her knees until she was inside. Her hands were still bound behind her back. The cage was big enough so that she could turn around, but just barely. She curled up into the smallest ball she could make. Ike swung the cage door shut and reinstalled the lock. He gave the key to Jack.

  “When you’re ready to crash, just come and get her. If you want, I’ll have Stitch take her into the kitchen and feed her.”

  “Maybe a little later,” Jack said. “It won’t hurt her to wait.” He crouched down and looked at the girl. Her face was turned away. “Get up,” he told her crossly. “Get up on your knees and face me.”

  The girl struggled to come to her knees. It wasn’t easy in the small confines of the cage. Finally, she managed to turn the right way and look at him. She wasn’t crying, but she had tears in her eyes. Her knees were pressed together. “Spread your legs,” he told her. And then when she moved them a few inches apart, he said, “Wider. As wide as they can go.”

  She pushed her knees to the sides of the cage. It wasn’t very far, but it was far enough that her hairless slit could easily be seen. Jack took a moment to enjoy the view. There was something about seeing her all confined like that that was just perfect. “I want you to stay like that so everybody can look at you. I’m sure this crowd would enjoy seeing me give you a good whipping, so keep that in mind,” he told her. He couldn’t see her downturned mouth, but he saw in her eyes what he was looking for. They were about as doleful as they could be. It made him want to tear her out of the cage and sink his cock into her. But he would give her a round fucking later. For now, he wanted some eats.

  Jack loaded a plate up and found a chair where he could keep an eye on the girl. There was a half keg and someone poured him a large mugful of the dark brew. A bottle of Jack kept circulating around and several times he had to interrupt his meal to do some shots. He got more than one offer of a blow job. One of the guys offered up his girl if he could watch. She wasn’t bad looking and it was tempting, but Jack turned him down politely.

  The music had started again and the crowd started back into enjoying itself. Some of the women started dancing. Two of the heftier ones took one of the property girls out to the middle of the floor and made her strip. She had the same tattoo on her breast as the other. They ordered her to start dancing and the girl began shaking her hips and swinging her breasts as if she were on stage. That gave the hefty women some laughs. It wasn’t long before a small crowd of men surrounded the girl. Not long after that, she was on her knees with a cock in her mouth.

  Jack had just finished his plate when one of the men came over to him. “Hey Jack,” he said mirthfully, “I think your girl over here wants to say something to you.”

  He had just about forgotten about the older woman. He got up, tossed his paper plate into the trash, finished his mug of beer and stepped over to where a small group of partiers had gathered near the door. They parted for him.

  The woman was on her knees. They had stripped her and she was completely naked. Her hands were still bound behind her back. One of the men was dangling a pretty severe looking flogger in front of her. She was staring at it wide eyed and trembling.

  The one they called Rocker was standing in front of her. He had in his hand the blue ball that had been in her mouth. “Hey, Jack,” he said. “Me and your babe here have been talking. I think she has something to say to you.”

  The woman looked up at Jack, misery painted across her face. Her eyes then darted around to the crowd that surrounded her. Jack had been right about her tits. They were full, but not heavy, and hung well on her chest. Her nipples were like little buttons and her areolas were small and dark. Her stomach was lean but not fully taut, just a hint of fat around her waist. She had trimmed her adult growth into a bikini cut, a little triangle above her mons. Her thighs were firm. There was a tattoo of a rose just above her right hip.

  Jack approached the woman. “So what’s so important?” he asked.

  The woman’s face cringed. The guy with the flogger, Jack thought that he remembered his name as Hound Dog, a kind of depressed looking fellow, waived it at her. “Come on now bitch, make up your mind!” he told her harshly. “Or I’ll make up your mind for you!” He ran the tassels of the flogger over her breasts. The woman’s body shuddered.

  Rocker crouched down next to her. He put his arm across her shoulders. “Come on, now, honey,” he said smoothly. “You know you can do it. You know you gotta do it. So tell Mr. Jackson what you want to say to him.”

  Tears were drifting down her cheeks. Her lips trembled. She looked at Jack. She started to mumble something. It was indecipherable.

  “That’s it man,” one of the men said, the guy whose name was Billy Boots. “I’ve had just about enough of this shit! Give her the whip already! Enough fucking around!”

  “You see?” Rocker asked her. “Time’s running out. Give it another try.”

  The woman took a deep breath. She ran her eyes around the small crowd that had gathered. Then she looked at Jack. Then she blurted it out.

  Her voice was strained and high pitched. It wavered. Her lips formed a little frown.

  “M-may I p-please suck your cock, Mr. Jackson?” she stuttered, her voice cracking.

  There was a round of rambunctious approval from the crowd. The woman stared at Jack unhappily. You knew that she wanted him to say no. But she should’ve known that if she didn’t start with Jack, she would just start with someone else after she got her beating.

  You could see that saying the words had taken a lot of energy out of her. She bit her lip and awaited anxiously the verdict. The eyes of the crowd were darti
ng from Jack to the woman, to the woman and then to Jack and back again. They waited in silence.

  “No,” Jack said. There was a wave of amusement in the crowd.

  “Sorry, honey,” Rocker said to the woman, “Jack said no.” He turned to the crowd. “All right boys, string her up.”

  The woman’s face fell. Her eyes widened. Her body went limp. Two of the men went to grab her arms to lift her to her feet while Rocker stepped away from her.

  “Nooooooooo!” the woman shouted. “Pleeeeeeeease no!” And then to Jack, “Pleeeeeeease! Pleeeeeeease let me suck your cock! Pleeeeeeeeease!” She broke out into sobs.

  “Okay. Okay. I’ll let you do it,” Jack said finally, getting in to the spirit of the thing as the woman was being pulled from her knees. The men let her back down. “But if it’s not grade ‘A’, number one, it don’t count,” he told her. “Understand?”

  She nodded her head desperately. The man who held the whip dangled it in front of her and said, “Make sure you do a good job, little lady. I’ll be waiting for ya!” and laughed.

  One of the women said, “Come on, honey, let’s see what you can do!”

  Jack had lowered his fly and slipped out his cock. It was rubbery and half filled with blood.

  “Atta boy, Jack, let her have it,” someone said.

  The woman was crying. She was looking around the crowd as if seeking out a friendly face. She was trying to put off the inevitable.

  “Come on, sweetheart,” Jack said to her. “I’m starting to get a little impatient here. Come to papa and get to work.”

  The woman’s lips formed into a frown and then she inched her way over to Jack who was standing a few feet away. Her face seized into a grimace and then she lowered her head, opened her mouth and took him in.

  Her heat sent a warm rush through Jack’s body. She had to arch her back and creep a little closer so that she could get a good movement going. She suckled his wand slowly up and down and up and down. She swirled her tongue along his glans and suckled the head. Then she slipped her lips down until he was fully sunk within her and then slowly slipped her lips up again careful to keep them tightly wrapped around the stem.