Brad Harris - Caged virgin

"You can work, too," he called over to Marlene. "We'll let you clean up the jail this morning. Your high-class friend, though, is going to work up at Judge Howell's today."

"You can't make me work!" Lynda snapped at him. "You haven't even charged me with anything. I certainly haven't been convicted of any crime, except stopping in this hick town."

"You'll work!" Sam grinned back at her. "You'll work or Big Red will find some other activity for you. Come on, honey. The judge is waiting for us. You have your choice. You can come work in his house today or you can play some more games with Red and Liz."

Lynda felt anger pulse through her body. Damn them! She didn't have to do either. She didn't have to go into Big Red's apartment either, she realized, if one used that argument. Law meant nothing in this jail. Once a person came inside the door, they were helpless. She reluctantly shoved her plate aside and got to her feet. The jailer led her out of the cell and made her wait in the hall while he locked the door once again. He looked inside at the frail girl they were leaving.

"Big Red will be in before long," he laughed. "She'll find plenty of work around here for you. I want my desk shining when I get back."

He led the brunette into the outer room where she had first entered the jail. A slender man was waiting for them, an old man with thin white hair and thick glasses on his sharp nose. The man smiled at her as she came out and then looked her over thoroughly.

"She's awfully pretty," he commented. "What's she in for, Sam?"

"Soliciting," the jailer answered. "She's a little city hooker who was trying to work her way through town."

The judge shook his head sadly. His eyes, however, didn't miss a curve of Lynda's luscious body. He paused a moment, staring unabashedly at her tits, then straightened himself up and grunted.

"All right, then," he mumbled. "Bring her along."

Lynda felt a ray of hope as they walked out to the car he had waiting. If this was the judge, then she might have a chance to get out of this place. Judge Howell seemed like a decent kind of man. He had stared at her tits, but all men did that. He hadn't made any lewd remarks. He had made no obscene threats or promises. The brunette felt that she just might be able to receive some aid from this little man. She would have to be careful, though. She'd have to wait until she caught him away from Sam.

The jailer shoved her into the back seat of the car and got in beside her. The judge got in behind the wheel and drove off with them. He drove out to the outskirts of town and pulled in at a stately old house nestled back in some trees. He stopped the car at the front steps and got out, climbing the steps immediately and waiting for them at the door.

"You know how to clean a house, don't you?" he demanded as the girl came up beside him.

"Good!" he continued as she nodded. "Sam will take you back and show you where the brooms and mops are. Start upstairs. I'll be working in my study. There are some other things I want to show you when you come back down."

He stepped through a door into the room Lynda assumed to be his study. She hesitated, feeling the impulse to run in behind him. She could slam the door shut and try to explain her situation before Sam could get through the door and stop her. She made a motion to carry this out, but saw the door slam in her face. She had hesitated too long. She would have to be more alert for the next opportunity.

"Back here, honey," Sam said. "Here's the broom, mops, rags, whatever you need. Go on upstairs and get to work. I'll be waiting down here for you."

He opened a refrigerator door and took out a cold can of beer. As she went for the stairs, he carried the beer with him and dragged a chair into position at the foot of the steps. She climbed up to the second floor and walked down the hall. She would begin, she decided, with the bathrooms.

"Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!" a loud voice came from behind her.

The brunette turned to see a hulking boy of perhaps twenty watching her. The way he stared at her with big, dull eyes sent a shiver of apprehension through her. She smiled hesitantly at him, then realized that he was retarded. He grinned broadly, saliva drooling down his mouth. He walked toward her in a peculiar limping way, dragging one leg as he came. The smile remained on his face, giving her some reassurance. He sure didn't appear hostile toward her. He was merely curious.

"I'm Lynda," she told him in a careful voice. "I'm here to clean up the house."

"Uh! Huh!" he grunted, then smiled even broader. "Ho! Ho! Ho! Uh! Huh!"

She shuddered at him, then turned away and walked toward the bathroom at the end of the hall. As she cleaned it, the boy remained at the door, watching every movement she made and grinning constantly. He grunted happily from time to time, stepping in to look more carefully at what she was doing. Lynda decided that he was harmless. She smiled sweetly at him as she moved on and into the first of the bedrooms.

He came with her. He leaned against the wall and watched every move she made. He still grinned, still drooled. He kept grunting at her, smiling and grunting. Lynda worked rapidly, more rapidly than she had ever worked when cleaning her small apartment. She finished that room and the next. As she walked into the third bedroom the boy became much more excited. He smiled with greater eagerness, patting his chest with his hands.

The brunette smiled. "This is your room."

"Uh-huh!" he mumbled, then went over to his bed and patted it roughly.

"That's your bed?" Lynda asked, assuming that he was showing off his room like a small child. "It's a nice bed, a very nice bed."

"Uh-huh!" he repeated. "Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"

He pointed to her, then patted the bed once more. His head swung crazily from side to side, the saliva drooling more and more. He repeated his motions and kept making that strange laughing sound.

"Oh," Lynda said. "You want to show me about your bed?"

She walked over to him and sat down on the bed. She would humor him, she felt, like a small child. She bounced on the bed lightly and patted it with her hand. She smiled brightly at him and nodded her head in agreement.

"It's a very nice bed," she told him. "It is the nicest I ever saw."

Then she suddenly noticed his hand at his groin. He had his hand cupped over his balls and cock as he nodded happily at her. He looked at her tits, then shook his swelling cock in delight. The brunette felt a sudden flash of apprehension dart through her body. She tried to remain calm as she eased up from the bed.

"Uh-huh!" he mumbled again, reaching out and catching her arm. He pulled her back to the bed roughly. The same stupid grin was on his face as he held her arm in a grip of steel-like hardness.

"Please," the girl begged. "Let me get on with my work. If I don't get through, I'll be in trouble. You wouldn't want me to be in trouble, would you?"

"Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!" he laughed again in his explosive, stumbling voice. "Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"

He pulled her toward him with one hand while he unzipped his pants with the other. Lynda gasped at the size of the pecker that came out. He pulled his monster from his pants and grinned at her.

"No!" she gasped. "No!"

He pushed her onto her back and started climbing over her with his hulking body. He was shaking with excitement, drooling even more heavily as he panted with anticipation.

"Help!" she screamed. "Sam! Sam, Terry! Somebody!"

The half-wit slapped her suddenly. The boy caught her with his fist on her jaw, sending the room spinning about her. Lynda groaned from the force of his blow, fighting against losing consciousness. Through the mist of pain she could see the hint of a sparkle in his dull eyes. She felt his awesome weight on her as he spread her thighs and pulled his huge, trembling cock down toward her pussy.