Read Online Ticket to Yuma by J. R. Roberts - Free Book Online Page A

you—”
    â€œNo, I don’t want to put him in danger. The only way he could help me is if he’s already found something out.”
    â€œWell then,” she said, “let’s go ask him.”

TWENTY-ONE
    Y UMA T ERRITORIAL P RISON
    A FEW WEEKS LATER
    The two guards were named Ace and Danny.
    The girl’s name was Amanda.
    Ace and Danny had been guards at Yuma for the same six months. They had applied for the jobs and been hired at the same time.
    Amanda had been an inmate for three months. She was inside for clubbing her bank manager boss over the head, nearly killing him, and stealing $40,000. The money was never recovered, but she was captured the next day by the local sheriff. She went to trial quickly, was convicted in record time of robbery and attempted murder and sentenced to ten years in Yuma. The bank manager was dead before the trial was over, killed by his wife when it came out in the testimony that he had been sleeping with his bookkeeper, Amanda King.
    Ace was a big man, well over six feet, in his forties, with sloping shoulders, not muscular, but possessed of a rawboned strength not many men could match.
    Danny was in his late thirties, shorter and slighter than Ace, but smarter. For a while they had been on the wrong side of the law, using Danny’s brain and Ace’s strength to pull jobs. But they got tired of running from the law, so they applied for jobs as guards in Yuma Prison, and wouldn’t you know it, they got hired.
    Amanda was a pretty woman, slender with pale skin and auburn hair. Men liked her, which was something she used to her advantage. In Yuma, however, the advantage always fell to the guards. But that didn’t mean she—and the other women—couldn’t use their femininity to get what they wanted, like warmer blankets and good food.
    Some of the guards weren’t bad when it came to sex. These two men, they always liked to take a woman together. Today, they had chosen Amanda.
    They took her from her cell, walked her to a room the guards used. It had a bed, more comfortable than the cots that were in the cells. Sometimes they’d let her sleep awhile there afterward.
    Today they pushed her into the room and Ace said, “Take off yer clothes.”
    It looked like he might be in charge today. If that was the case, this would not be easy. Ace was a brute. Sometimes Danny controlled him, and sometimes he let the big man have his way.
    She undressed, folded her uniform, and put in on a chair in the corner. Naked, she faced them with her hands folded in front of her.
    She had small breasts, but they were hard, like peaches, with pink nipples. Ace licked his lips and undid his trousers. When he pulled them down, his cock sprang out, huge and pulsing.
    Danny stood off to one side, still dressed. Sometimes he joined in right away, and some days he watched. Today he was going to watch for a while.
    Ace approached Amanda, pawed her breasts, squeezing them, bruising them, biting them hard enough to break the skin on her tender nipples. She bit her own lip, so she wouldn’t cry out. When he was done, he pushed her down to her knees.
    â€œOpen wide,” he said happily.
    She opened her mouth, and he thrust his penis between her full lips. She gagged when the tip hit the back of her throat, but then she began to suck him, working his cock in and out of her mouth, using her hands to further stimulate him. She knew she could get him to finish quickly if he let her. Sometimes he pushed her aside before he was done, but today he was carried away by the sensations of her lips, tongue, and hands, and before long he exploded into her mouth . . .
    * * *
    Clint had learned from Cates that the guards used the women for their own pleasure. He felt sorry for them, but he wasn’t there to save them. He was there for a totally different reason, but maybe—if and when he got to see the warden—he could drop a bug in the man’s