Jill sat up and put her panties on over her much abused pussy. As she did so, she noticed that her neatly trimmed blonde, downy pubic hair was matted with sweat and spunk from the fuckings she had endured. She glanced around in search of her silk bra and noticed that it lay on the Chief's desk. Resigned to not retrieving it, Jill wondered what else could be in store for her. One of the men handed Jill a beer and something to eat. The curvy young blonde ate and drank and gradually regained her bearings. The young bride no longer feared the men. It occurred to her that she had tamed them through the use of her sexy body.
Finally, she spoke to the Chief. "Can my husband and I go, now?"
The Chief looked up from his desk. He stared openly at the beautiful blonde. "Very shortly, if you finish the job."
He saw her beautiful face look about for anyone else who could possibly desire her. When it was clear that none of the men there could be the answer, she turned her puzzled face to the chief.
"My dear, we run a very dangerous jail system here. We depend on the cooperation of some of the inmates in controlling the other men. Sometimes we must make concessions to those overseers to reward them for their work."
Jill's eyes grew big. Her mind raced.
One of the men left the room. For several minutes, Jill sat on the couch thinking about running. But the fact of the matter was that she needed to get Brad released. She knew she couldn't run.
The young woman found her long, tanned legs trembling in fear and anticipation.
Sensing her fear, the Chief spoke. "Don't worry, we will be here to protect you. Simply do as he says. You and your husband will soon thereafter be on your way."
The door to the office opened and a huge, muscular man filled the doorway. He was led in with shackles around his hands and feet. The man was well over six feet, five inches and three hundred pounds of muscle. His completely bald head made him appear to be an alien, and he wore no shirt. His chest and arm muscles bristled thickly. He had huge tattoos over most of his torso. His thick, square head seemed to be attached directly to his shoulders.
Jill recoiled in terror. The young woman instinctively drew her knees up to her big breasts and wrapped her arms around her legs.
The chained man looked around the room. Jill had to suppress a scream when his gaze rested on her nearly nude body. The scowl on his face made her even more frightened of the huge man. But his hard gaze turned away from her and his eyes finally fixed on the Chief.
The Chief began to speak to him in Spanish. The prisoner said nothing, but merely listened, expressionless, to the Chief. As the Chief spoke, Jill noticed the detectives beginning to remove his shackles. He rubbed his wrists as the handcuff portion of the chains were removed. As he did so, the huge man's biceps flexed ominously.
Surely, she thought to herself, they weren't going to let this animal completely out of his chains. But that was precisely what they did.
As they pulled the chains away from his ankles, the detectives slowly inched away from the giant, never letting their eyes off of him. Jill noticed that one of the detectives brandished a shotgun.
"Tito, here, is our enforcer, my dear. But as you can see, we don't entirely trust him. Nevertheless, there are certain perks to being the enforcer. We try to keep them happy. You have just become one of the perks. Please do as he indicates."
The man stood absolutely still in the center of the room. Jill looked at the Chief in abject terror. The Chief nodded towards the man. Jill knew that she needed to get out of the office immediately. Sensing this, the Chief approached her from behind. He took her swollen breasts in his hands and kneaded the soft flesh, springing her nipples into attention. Then he whispered into her ear. "Your husband's release depends on you. Remember that. You have nothing to fear."
The young woman summoned all of her courage. What could he have meant by that? She knew that she would have to use her innocent body to save her new husband.
Jill dropped her arms to her sides. The fleshy melons on her chest swayed gently as she walked towards the human beast. To her amazement, her nipples remained erect and the warm skin of her inner thighs was ripe with anticipation. She wondered whether she was really a slut. Was this the way that a whore felt when she was about to fuck a customer, she wondered? Did it matter what she sold her body for? The fact that a man she did not know was about to join the others who had used her body to satisfy their carnel lust was an erotic vision which had a strangely arousing effect on the blonde.
The beautiful newlywed, clad only in silky panties, reached the huge man. Never had she been next to anyone this large. The young woman, standing barefooted, barely reached the man's chest. Her nude shoulders were only a third of the width of his. Jill's big, blue eyes looked up into his for any sign of humanity, but received only a scowl in return. Jill placed a perfectly manicured hand on his torso and gently stroked his bare, tattooed skin. Her long, polished fingernails looked strangely out of place on the man's prison tattoos. Despite the detective with the shotgun, Jill knew that the prisoner could snap her neck in two before she could be rescued. She was relieved when the man did not strike her when she touched him.
Cautiously, she raised her other slender hand to his side. Slowly, she directed her hands to the elastic waistband of his prison pants. His body was rock hard. She began to pull down on the pants. Ironically, she first noticed how huge his underwear was. But for her fear of the man, she would have laughed with the knowledge that she had never imagined that such a large size was made. But her mind quickly returned to the present. Then, as the pants made their way down his legs, she became cognizant of how huge and ripped his thighs were. They seemed to be wider than her new husband's waist and appeared to be two mighty oaks holding up the amazing body above. The large cotton pants fell to the floor in a heap. His sun deprived skin looked oddly pale to Jill and she noticed the contrast of her own well-tanned legs next to his.
The man raised his broad hands to Jill's breasts. Despite their size, they seemed small in the man's palms. His thumbs and forefingers began to roughly knead the young woman's nipples.
"Ahhhhhh." Jill could not suppress the cry of pain. Her unintended cry did not soften the man's demeanor, however, and he continued to pull and tug on the young bride's teats.
Jill's hands now went to his side as support to keep from falling from his rough touch. He must have noticed this because he let go of her nipples and began to rub the soft melons in the palm of his hands.
Quickly, Jill began to draw away from the man's by ducking down from his reach. Unfortunately for her, this put her on her knees staring nearly directly into the man's crotch.