Nathan Silvers - Beaten prisoner wife

The judge stared down at the trembling girl. "You have been found guilty," he said. "Have you got anything to say?" Lena burst into tears. Her straight, shoulder length blonde hair swayed as she held her hands to her face and sobbed in terror.

"P-please," she gasped, "I didn't do anything. It was my husband, he embezzled the money."

It was true, it was true, Lena would have pledged her life to that. She almost fell to the wooden floor of the courthouse as she remembered how cruelly she had been deceived. Jack had swept her off her feet, playing up to her innocence. She didn't know he had read of her inheritance in the local newspaper and, seeing his chance, moved in on her.

Beautiful though she was, Lena had lived a very sheltered life. When both her parents were killed in a car crash, leaving her with all the money, it had all been a terrible shock. When the handsome stranger from out of town had called two days later, claiming to be an insurance agent, Lena had put herself in his hands. He began taking her out and three months later they were married.

But, a month later, he was gone and so was her inheritance. He had taken her fortune from the bank and somehow her signature was on the documents. She felt utterly betrayed.

"I didn't do it," she sobbed. "Please let me go."

The judge laughed. "That's what they all say," he said, looking down at the policeman who leaned against the podium. "I reckon she's a candidate for the special unit, don't you, Jerry?"

"Yeah," said the policeman.

"Five years," said the judge.

Lena opened her mouth and screamed as they clamped the cuffs back on her wrists and carried her out of the courthouse and down to the black wagon. They threw her inside and one policeman got in behind her and the other climbed into the driver's seat.

Lena struggled onto the hard metal seat, tears running down her face as the wagon roared out of the courtyard. There were no windows and it was very hot. Sweat joined her tears as Lena stared at the burly Jerry. His look reminded her of the way Jack had stared at her the one night he had forced himself on her helpless body.

The wagon picked up speed and they left the town behind. The heat made the sweat run between the twin peaks of Lena's tits and over her flat stomach, down into the crack of her pussy and over her thighs.

"Sheeeit," said Jerry slowly, "if you ain't the prettiest little piece of ass I've run out to the unit in a long time."

Lena didn't speak. A terrible fear was rising in her throat.

"Yeahhhh," said Jerry, spreading his legs and running his hand over the bulge in his pants. "Get up."

Lena struggled to her feet and tried to stand in the swaying, rolling wagon. Jerry reached up and slid the connecting panel to the driver's compartment open. "Hey, Sonny," he said, "get a load of this in your rearview mirror."

Lena heard Sonny laugh and the wagon almost ran off the road as he studied her.

"Me first," said Jerry.

"Sure," said Sonny. "I'll stop in the Leyland Estate anyway."

Jerry laughed and flipped the panel shut. "Come here," he said.

Lena walked over to him, almost falling with each step because her hands were bound and she couldn't keep her balance. She trembled as he looked her up and down and then reached up and, in one movement, ripped open the neck of her blouse, right to the waist. As the buttons flew all over the back of the wagon, Lena screamed and fell backwards. But Jerry heaved her upright again and one of his huge hands went to the clasp at the front of her bra.

Lena didn't have time to scream again before her tits bounced out and Jerry ran his terrible hands all over them.

"Oh please," she wept.

But he pulled her mouth down to his and tried to kiss her. Lena almost gagged as his hot breath rose to her delicate nose. She turned her face, trying to avoid him.

Jerry laughed. With one hand he held her upright by the torn front of her blouse. Then he raised his other hand and Lena stared in horror as he slapped her hard across the face. She gave a yelp of terror as her head flew to one side and then to the other as he backhanded her.

"You sure gotta lot to learn, slut," he snarled. "Now kiss me, and make it good."

Frightened out of her wits, Lena leaned down and let him ram his mouth into hers. His hands still roved over the white flesh of her tits and she gave a moan of fear as he took each of her nipples in his fingers and twisted them.

Slowly at first, and then with increasing speed, he rolled the delicate buds between his thumbs and forefingers, increasing the pressure all the time.

He let the weeping girl pull her mouth away from him, but only so that he could gloat more fully over her tears and red cheek where the vicious slap had landed. His hands tightened around her nipples and he twisted until Lena could feel the pain rolling out over her tits and into her chest.

"Please don't," she gasped, her mind unable to understand what was happening to her.

Jerry just laughed and stood up, still holding her tits. When he was up and facing her, he reached for the ripped front of her blouse again and his other hand went down and pressed between her legs.

All Lena could do was whimper as the thin fabric of her summer skirt was pushed between her thighs and his terrible fingers reached up and forced it into the crack of her pussy.

"Open your legs," he snapped.

Only hoping that the terrible ordeal would soon be over, Lena slid her legs apart and tried to cover her tits with her cuffed hands. Then she felt him lifting the hem of her dress and touching the transparent material of her panties, she knew he was going to rape her. It was just like Jack had done on their wedding night. His fingers forced the panties into her cunt and he chuckled nastily.

"Sheeit," he said. "Ripe little whore, eh? Wet as hell." He pulled her panties aside and rammed one of his fingers into her cunt.

As he laughed and finger-fucked her, Lena wanted to scream that it was only sweat that was making her wet. She didn't get like that. She felt his awful fingers ramming into the innermost recesses of her body and she thought she was going to throw up all over him. Jerry put another finger into her pussy and laughed as the girl moaned and struggled.

Then he flung her backwards. Lena screamed as she tripped and sprawled on the metal floor of the van. Her head slammed onto the floor and stars swept across her eyes as she groaned.

As her vision cleared, she found Jerry standing over her. His hands opened the front of his pants and he pulled out his cock. Lena groaned in terror as she saw Jerry play with his eight inches of rock-hard cockmeat. He smiled down at her and laughed.

"Take your panties off," he said. "Nice and slow, I like to look."

Lena couldn't disobey. The pain from her slapped face and hurt nipples were more than enough warning of what he would do if she refused. She slid her bound hands down to her panties and tried to pull them down. It was difficult, but slowly her triangle of blonde pussyhair came into view and Jerry chuckled, running his hand up and down his stiff cock. Bending her legs, Lena managed to slide her panties right down and off one of her feet. She then fell back, sick and exhausted, the tiny white briefs clinging around her right ankle.

"Now open your legs and pull them up," said Jerry.

With her mind reeling and her breath choking at each horrible threat, Lena pulled her legs up and spread them as she had been told to do. She held herself there and stared up at him, silently begging him to let her alone.

Jerry grinned down at the helpless girl at his feet, her tits in plain view, her cunt spread and open to him.

"Would you like me to jack off over you?" he asked with a grin, rubbing his cock slowly.