The blonde's thoughts were interrupted by a loud hissing sound coming from the window. Linda cringed, thinking at first that a rattler had somehow managed to crawl into their cell. Turning her head, she saw that someone was standing outside by the window and motioning her to come forward.
"Who is it?" she whispered, letting go of Judy and making sure no one was in the corridor outside her cell.
"Doesn't matter," the man whispered back as Linda approached the window. Looking closely at him, the blonde recognized the man as Jack, the reluctant trucker.
"What do you want," Linda said a little bitterly.
"Listen. I haven't got time to argue with you. I know you don't have to trust me. But I've had enough of this game. I've got a wife and kids and I don't want them dragged into this mess," he said, looking nervously over his shoulders.
"Don't tell me your problems," Linda said, about to walk back to her daughter. She wasn't about to sit as some kind of father confessor for a conscience-ridden trucker.
"Hey! I'm trying to help you," Jack said in a low voice.
"Help? How? They've got this place so well locked up and guarded that you couldn't smuggle a gnat out of here," Linda said hopelessly.
"I've got to pull the rig out of here in a couple of hours, deliver the horses, then come back here for the trip down south with the stuff," Jack confessed. "You could get in there. All you have to do is get out of here," he said with a slight smile on his face.
"Why take that chance? When we get through helping them."
"When you get through helping them, you'll be just a pile of cinders, along with your daughter," Jack said.
"What?" Linda almost cried out in a loud voice.
"Shhh! They're gonna drug you and the girl, then crash the car just north of the checkpoint by San Clemente. They figure that the Feds will be so busy with everybody else trying to pull you two out that the trucks'll sail through without any problems. And they'll take care of the two of you at the same time," Jack said, watching Linda's reaction closely.
"Oh God," she whispered hoarsely after several moments. "So they get their money and tie up loose ends at the same time."
"Right. Now do you see why you've got to get out of here now?" Jack asked.
"All right. But how?" Linda asked, feeling terrified and fearful for her life.
"Most of the men are drunk out of their minds right now," Jack said quickly. "They've just got one guy guarding your cell now, and he's flaky. If you could get him in, we could knock him out and get the hell out of here," Jack suggested.
"Why don't you do it and save us the problem?"
Linda asked, wondering how she could fool the trucker guarding her.
"Nobody around here trusts me anymore. Chris and Bill spread the word that I might want out of the operation. I'm a threat to them. God only knows why they haven't done me in yet. But anyway, that guy wouldn't let me within ten feet of this place. You get him in the cell, you know, occupied, and we can get out."
Linda shuddered, raising her arms and squeezing them tightly across her tits. She knew what she might have to do. But if Jack was right, there wasn't any choice.
"All right. You stand outside there and wait," Linda said, sighing deeply. "You'll know when it's time to come in."
Jack winked in agreement, then pulled back from the window as Linda walked to the cell door.
"Honey," she said, turning to Judy for a second. "We've got to play along to get out of here."
"I know, Mama," the girl said, smiling bravely as she crawled up to the cot and sat down on the edge.
Linda inhaled sharply, then started pounding the iron bars.
"Guard! Guard!" she called out loudly, rattling the door.
"What the fuck you want?" the sleepy, slightly drunk trucker finally said as he staggered from his chair up to the cell.
"A little attention," Linda said coyly, stepping back and smiling at him.
The trucker looked a little stupidly at her, his thick lower lip drooping down as if he were a retarded ape. Then the message finally sank in. He smiled back, raising his right hand and wiping the drool off his mouth with the back of his wrist.
"What the fuck do I want with a broad's who's been busy fuckin' horses?" he said sarcastically.
The words bit into Linda's pride. But she kept on smiling, backing up into the cell. At the same time, Judy raised one knee and slowly opened her legs, exposing her furry young black snatch.
"That makes me just a little more experienced than the rest," she said coyly.
"A lot fuckin' looser, you mean," the trucker said, still sneering. But Linda could tell that he was thinking over the possibility of slipping into their cell.
"Come on. Nobody'll know. With all this around, we haven't had a good lay," Linda said, hating the words.
"You came to the right guy," the fat, unshaven slobby trucker said, fishing in his pockets for the keys. Linda held her breath as she heard the key enter the lock and watched the door swing open. The blonde could tell that he wasn't that drunk to be so easily overtaken. As fat as he was, he was also muscular. She'd have to get him in a position where he couldn't fight back too well.
"Who do you want first?" Linda said recognizing the man as the greaser who had branded her daughter.
"You. I'll get her later," the big man said, grabbing Linda roughly by the arms and flinging her hard to the ground.
"Ohhh! A cave man," she grunted out, wanting to rip his eyes out with her fingernails. Instead she lay there quietly while the trucker stripped. He couldn't get undressed quickly enough. Throwing his clothing in a pile on the floor, the trucker jerked off his soiled white cotton jockey shorts. His cock was stumpy and had an odor of animal decay about it. He was visibly shaking. Linda shuddered also, but she was trembling from the thought of this filthy animal crawling on top of her.
"Oh baby, see if this ain't better than some horse," the trucker grunted as he climbed on top of her. He tried to stab his dick in her immediately. But his cock was too wide.
"Oh God! I want to hold you, shit, chew on that dick of yours," Linda said encouragingly, wondering what the hell was taking Jack so long in getting there. She looked around and noticed to her surprise that Judy was gone! Before she had a chance to try to figure out what happened, she felt the fat trucker's greasy lips slithering all over her throat and tits.
"Uhhhh!" she groaned, looking up into his glazed eyes. Linda lifted her arms to embrace him. The trucker bucked harder and harder against her, pushing his fat rod against her snatch-lips. She jerked from side to side, raising her ass-cheeks and fitting him nicely into her cunt.
"Ahhh!" he grunted with satisfaction, plunging away with his big, hairy shaking ass. Soon she could tell from his uneven, ragged breathing that he was close to coming. Where the hell was Jack? The trucker would be through and dressed, and all she'd have for this show was a pussy full of this disgusting man's spunk.
"Ohhh, not yet!" she pleaded.
"Coming!" he grunted. He thrashed wildly, rearing up and tensing. She squeezed her cuntal muscles tightly together, choking off any attempt of his cock squirting cum into her hole yet.
"Please, wait!" Linda begged.
"Fuckin' bitch. You like it good and hot, heh?" the trucker said, sweating like an overworked pig and grunting as he rotated his stubby dick around and around the blonde's squishy cunt.
As he toyed with her snatch, plunging his dick in and out slowly, taking his time and trying to bring her to a climax before he shot his wad, Linda looked over the man's shoulders and saw her daughter with Jack slowly slip back into the cell. In Judy's hand was a long poker. In fact, it was the branding iron the trucker had used on her earlier. But Judy held it by the letter end and the long, pointed handle glowed bright red. A twisted sneer snaked across Judy's lips as she slipped quietly across the dirt floor up to the fucking trucker. Linda gasped when she realized what her daughter was about to do. But this wasn't the time for moralizing. She held tightly onto the fat, grunting man as Judy pointed the red-hot poker directly over the trucker's shitter.