Farmed and chained
Meghan felt a mixture of disgust and excitement as she gazed at the scenery alongside the highway. The disgust was for being here in the first place, practically in the middle of nowhere. The excitement was what she couldn't help feeling at such change, at moving to a new state, new house, new school.
It hadn't been her idea to leave Los Angeles for Grandon, Arizona. She'd never heard of Grandon, and was willing to bet the vast majority of Americans hadn't either, and never wanted to. How her parents thought they could escape crime and drugs just be moving to somewhere without movies, theaters or malls was beyond her.
She'd put up a strenuous tight, so much so that, as a bribe, and to settle one of her major complaints, she'd been awarded the Jeep she was now driving. It was shiny new, black, with a roll bar and fog lights, and she'd had to fight hard to keep her anger after finding it in her driveway.
The down side was that she was forced to accept her little sister's company on the drive, and would probably have to cart the brat around a lot once they got there. It wasn't that Amy was that bad, but the two of them were such opposites that they could never seem to get along.
She cocked her head to one side just then, grinning at her sister as she continued to try and read the magazine before her.
The wind was cutting through the open topped Jeep with plenty of force, whipping Amy's long, thick blonde hair back behind her and making her blink her eyes beneath her round glasses. She was fighting to control the magazine as the wind tried to tear it from her fingers.
Meghan's own hair was a light reddish brown, cut simple, straight, and about shoulder length. Amy's was styled thick and wavy, and hung halfway down her back. Meghan had a slender, athletic body, which had served her well in her capacity as captain of the school's soccer, baseball, track and field, and swim teams. Most people thought of her as a tomboy, especially since she dismissed most girls as air heads.
Her sister, by contrast, was very feminine, with a soft, willowy body, large round breasts and a fawning manner around boys. She got straight As in school and wanted nothing to do with exercise.
Amy followed current fashions with the dedication of a broker following the market, while Meghan herself wore little other than jeans and t-shirts.
She stepped on the gas a little, speeding up and increasing the force of the wind lashing against her sister's magazine. Amy didn't seem to notice, but obviously found it more difficult to keep the magazine straight and her long light skirt from flapping.
Meghan herself was wearing cutoffs and a tank top with no bra. Those who knew her and saw her dressed like that would think nothing of her, figuring that she simply didn't care how she looked. That wasn't exactly true. Though she preferred jeans and shorts, tank tops and t-shirts, Meghan was quite aware of what the effect would be on the males around her.
The cutoffs, for example, were faded, and quite tight, revealing her rounded buttocks and long, slim legs. The tank top was cropped below the breasts, showing her strong, flat belly, and pulled tight across her high, firm breasts.
Oh, she was aware, all right. Comfort wasn't the only reason she sometimes dressed like this.
People who knew her would probably be astonished at some of the fantasies she'd had, some of the thoughts which sometimes crept into her mind. She had never done anything about any of them, of course. Getting all naked with some guy and letting him touch her... do things to her... was simply too embarrassing to contemplate seriously.
Anyway, guys were so immature that he'd probably blab to the whole school, the whole neighborhood. She'd been waiting for some mature, hunky guy to experiment on, but now...
Now she was going to some small town where everyone minded everyone else business and where she'd have to search hard and carefully for a discreet... friends. In the meantime she'd just remain celibate.
"Slow down," Amy whined.
"Should've rode with Mom and Dad," Meghan yelled above the wind.
"Don't be such a bitch," Amy glared.
"It's too fuckin' hot to go slow."
"If you'd put the top on and turned on the air-conditioning you wouldn't have to worry about the heat."
"I wanted to ride without the top, okay! It's my car."
"How much longer!" Amy sighed.
"Probably not long now."
"Can't we stop somewhere!"
"Why! We're almost there."
"I'd like to get a drink."
"You always want a drink, then we have to stop again so you can piss it away."
"Don't be crude."
"Sorry, princess."
"And stop calling me princess," Amy snapped, trying to stomp her foot even while sitting down.
Stomping her foot was something she did a lot, but with the wind whipping past her all she succeeded in doing when she raised her leg was to let her skirt, which she'd been holding under it, fly loose again. With the increased wind the skirt flew up around her face, exposing her legs all the way to the crotch.
She batted it down in exasperation, folding it under her leg and sitting on it again.
"Purple panties!" Meghan laughed. "Where'd you get them!"
"What's wrong with purple!" Amy scowled, reddening a bit.
"I dunno, Amy, looks kind of slutty to me. Purple lace string bikini panties, hmmmm! Now who would you be wearing those for!"
"Don't be ridiculous. I just wear them because... because, that's all. Real women wear things like this, not those stupid jockey things you go for."
"What would you know about real women, you punk!"
"I know they like wearing sexy lingerie. Don't you ever read Cosmos!"
"No."
"No of course not. All you read is Sports Illustrated. All you wear are those dumb cotton jockey things. Christ, you hardly ever even wear a bra, and you're too big to go without."
"I wear a bra."
"You do not. You wear those halter things."
"My tits don't get so sweaty in them. Anyway, I wear bras during sports. That's enough."
"That's only because the principal complained."
Meghan snorted and tried again to get something decent on the radio.
She was distracted by the siren that blared behind her. She looked into the rear view mirror and cursed as she saw the flashing lights of a police car.
"Ha, ha," Amy grinned.
"Fuck," Meghan cursed.
She pulled over to the side of the long, empty road, and the police car pulled in behind them and stopped.
"Now you're gonna get it," Amy smirked.
"Just shut your mouth, brat," Meghan snapped. A fat cop got out of the car and sauntered up towards them, then put his beefy hands on the door and leaned in, face red and sweaty.
"Your pants on fire or somethin', baby!" he sneered.
"No," Meghan said sulkily.
"Lemmie see your drivers license and registration."
She handed it up to him and he peered at it closely.
"Know how fast you was goin'!"
"Fifty five!" she asked.
"Not hardly," he glared.
She shrugged.
"You was goin' purty near seventy-five."
"I was not! I was maybe going sixty-five."
"Seventy-five," he said, grinning nastily. "Round here the fine fer speedin' is ten dollars a mile."
"Two hundred dollars!!" Meghan gasped. "I don't have two hundred dollars!"
"You drive a nice new car like this an' you ain't got a lousy two hundred dollars!"
"It was a present from my parents," Meghan glowered.
"AHhh, ain't that nice. Well, maybe daddy'll cough up another couple hundred to keep his little precious out of jail, huh!"
She glared at him and folded her arms angrily across her chest.
"You're from Los Angeles, huh!"
"Obviously," she sulked.
He leaned in again, his eyes flicking from her to Amy, then back. "It true about all you California girls, that you're all sluts!"
"Fuck off," she said resentfully.
He snickered and straightened up.
"Out of the car, baby," he said.
"Why!"
"Why! This ain't Los Angeles, baby. We ain't gonna give you a ticket and then have you tear it up an' drive outa state again."
"But I'm not. We're going to live here, in some place called, uhm Grandon."
"You say. Far as I know you're outa state. That means you gotta come back to the station until you cough up the two hundred dollar fine."
"I wasn't going eighty-five!" she protested.
"You say," he grinned. "Out."
She cursed under her breath and opened the door, then got out of the car. He gripped her arm and turned her around, then pulled her hand behind her.
"Hey!" she cried.
"Gotta handcuff all prisoners," he said. "Thems the rules."
"But she was only speeding," Amy protested, on her knees on the seat now, looking out the side.
"You shut yer yap, girl," the man growled, pointing his fingers at her. "Don't you go inferferin' with a officer in the performance of his duties."
"Why can't just drive there behind you?" Meghan demanded.
"Cause I say so."
"Well what am I supposed to do!" Amy demanded.
"Grandon's not far," Meghan said. "Go and find Mom and Dad and get some money."
"But I only have a learners permit," Amy protested.
The fat officer jerked Meghan around and marched her back to a beat up Chevy with bars on the rear windows. He jerked open the door and roughly shoved her inside, then got in the front.
He stomped on the gas and the car screeched out onto the road, then did a U-turn and headed back the way he'd come. Meghan looked out the rear window until Amy and the jeep disappeared from sight.
She sat there glowering at the back of the cop, through the bars between the seats.
"Hey," she said. "These things are too tight."
He spit out the open window. "Tough," he said.
"They're hurting me!"
"You don't shut her yap I'll hurt you worse."
She muttered angrily but shut up.
They turned off onto another road, then made another turn, then another.
"How much further is this stupid police station!" she demanded.
"It's a big county," the guy shrugged.
She rolled her eyes unhappily and tried to rub some feeling into her hands.
"These fucking cuffs are too tight," she complained again.
He pulled over to the side of the road and stopped, then heaved his bulk out of the car and opened the rear door. A big hand came in and shoved her roughly down on her side, then he gripped her bare leg and jerked her onto her belly.
His hands felt around her cuffs, then a key went into one and she felt them loosening a little.
"Thanks," she said sullenly.
"Well, now, if you're feeling grateful, I can think of a few better ways fer you to show it," he drawled.
He was kneeling on the seat behind her and she felt a sudden twinge fear. The twinge shot upwards into fear and plan as his hand came slid off her wrists and down onto her ass.
"Hey! Get off me!" she cried.
"Settle down, baby. I ain't hurtin' you," he drawled.
His hand caressed her ass, tight in the denim cutoffs, while she wiggled helplessly.
"Don't touch me, you bastard!" she screamed. He snickered, his hand sliding in between her thighs and squeezing her pussy.
"Think yer real hot stuff, don't ya!" he growled.
"Get OFF me!" she cried, twisting violently. He shifted his leg slightly so his knee came on the back of her right thigh. She cried out in pain as her soft flesh was crushed beneath his weight. He jerked her left leg wider, forcing it off the seat, then his hand rubbed her pussy harder.
"You fuckin bastard son of a bitch!" she screamed.
"You watch yer lip, girl," he snapped, slapping the back of her head.
He gripped her arm and rolled her over onto her back. She tried to kick him but he gripped her legs and pulled them apart easily, grinning at her as he knelt between them. He licked his lips as his eyes moved up and down her body.
"This ain't Los Angeles, baby," he leered, "Round here, we know what to do with sluts like you."
"I'm not a slut!" she gulped.
"No bra, wavin' yer ass aroun' in tight shorts. Yer jus beggin' for it."
"You... you better let me go," she gulped, frightened now instead of angry.
"Sure, baby, once you done paid for yer crimes."
His hand cupped her pussy again, then both hands slid up her body, up her smooth, bare belly to her crop top. He shoved the top up over her breasts, exposing the bare orbs to his greedy eyes, then laid his hands over them, squeezing hard.
"Ahhh," he sighed. "Nice titties."
"Stop it," she sobbed.
"Think yer too good fer me, baby? You ain't," he sneered.
His big fingers dug into her soft flesh, squeezing and kneading it roughly. He pinched her nipples, laughing when she cried out in pain, pulling them upwards then letting them snap back. He licked at her left nipple, then sucked it into his mouth and gnawed at it with his teeth.
She moaned in pain and tried again to twist away, tears trickling down the sides of her face as the big man bit and sucked on her tit flesh.
He licked down to her belly, then gripped the waistband of her cutoffs and tore it open. Meghan cried out in alarm as the pants opened, then sobbed harder as he jerked them downward. She tried to keep her legs open so he couldn't get them off, but he just grabbed her legs and lifted them up, then pulled them together.
He held her legs together, feet touching the roof of the car, while he slid her cutoffs and panties up their long length to her ankles. Then he pulled them off and shoved her legs apart again.
"Please... please don't," she moaned. "Please."
"You need a good fuckin', baby," he panted. "Snotty slut like you needs to be shown her place."
He gazed at her bare pussy with lust and excitement, then squeezed it hard, rubbing his hand up and down through her soft curly pubic hair. She tried to close her legs and he glared and slapped her right breast.
She screamed in pain and sobbed as he jerked her legs wide apart again.
"You do as you told, slut, or things'll go bad fer you," he snapped.
He undid his belt and dropped the gun and nightstick and other stuff on the floor. Then he undid his other belt and opened his pants. He took out a stiff, red cock and wagged it at her gleefully.
"This's fer you, baby," he grinned.
He pressed the fat nose against her tight, virgin hole, rubbing it up and down, inside she was dry, but outside she was covered in sweat, including between the legs. He was even more sweaty, and he used that as lubrication as he shoved his cockhead against her slit and forced the lips in and back.
"Ohhhhhwwww," she wailed.
"Shut yer mouth, slut," he barked.
He shoved harder, and watched his cockhead slowly sink into the tight hole, watched her slit part, the lips surround his shaft as his head disappeared into her body.
He shoved harder, and Meghan cried out in pain as his cock jabbed into her. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving. She tried to look up at the ceiling, to ignore what was going on, but it didn't work. She gasped in pain each time he thrust forward, each time he forced his cock another inch or two deeper.
Then she felt it meet her hymen. She whimpered in misery and looked up, hoping for some hint of mercy now that he must know she wasn't a slut.
"Hot damn," he cried. "I get to pop a cherry!"
Her hopes fell, then she screamed as he lunged forward, slamming his cock through her hymen, ripping her cunt open as he fell forward atop her slender body.
He crushed her into the seat as he rammed his prong down into her slit, groaning like a hog as he ground his hips against her and bounced atop her. She sobbed and moaned and panted for breath as his cock was slowly forced all the way up her cunt pipe to the very end.
She moaned piteously as he laughed in pleasure. He bounced atop her, making her cry, out in pain, then wriggled from side to side, twisting his cock around in her belly. He reached down and gripped her hair behind her head, forcing her head back, her face up. He jammed his lips against hers and she tasted his bad breath as his tongue shot into her mouth.
She wanted to bite it, but was too frightened. He cupped her breast, squeezing hard, mashing the flesh around from side to side as he humped against her. His cock pumped hard inside her, jerking in and out, tearing her cunt apart as he enjoyed her soft young body.
His hands raced over her body, squeezing and slapping and kneading her flesh as he worked his cock back and forth in her pussy. He sucked and chewed at her lips and throat and ears, grunting with effort as his big ass rose and fell atop her.
The sweat dripped off his head and onto her face as she moaned and wept helplessly, his heat and weight made it hard for her to even breath. Her cunt ached, burned, from the hard, raping it was getting, and her wrists and arms were crushed below her weight and his.
She had never imagined herself undergoing such misery, and sobbed in self-pity as the big man continued to hump down into her lustfully.
"You love that, don't ya, slut!" he panted. "Got a hard one in you now, huh, baby! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Yeah! Yeah! Take that! Ungh! Ungh! Fuckin stuck... ungh... up bitch! Ungh!"
The springs squeaked below them and the car bounced lightly as his heavy body bounced atop her. She grunted in pain each time his weight slammed down against her. It was almost worse than his cock raping up and down in her pussy. Almost.
His cock was tearing in and out of her just opened pussy tunnel in wild, uneven movements, twisting around inside her belly, punching upwards into her guts again and again as he raped her hole. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every hair on his cock as it pumped up and down in her pussy tube, could feel her soft, elastic flesh forced wide open as his cock thrust in, could feel it straining around the thickness of the prick, then could feel it closing as his cock retreated up her tunnel again.
Again and again his big cock plunged to the bottom of her aching pussy tunnel as the big, sweaty man made free use of her soft, nubile, body. He drooled and sucked on her tits again, then squeezed them until she cried. He shoved his tongue deep into her mouth and made her push hers into his. Then he jammed his hands under her to cup her buttocks and jerk them upwards to meet his thrusts.
Meghan cried out now with each stroke, the force multiplied as he jerked her cunt upwards as he thrust down. His body was crushed even tighter against hers and his cock seemed to go even farther inside her, so deep it hurt something way up in her belly.
He grunted in pleasure as he pounded his cock up and down in her pussy slot, his fingers digging into her ass meat as he pulled her against him. His teeth gnawed at the nape of her neck as he impaled her on his hard male meat, then he came, grunting in ecstasy as he felt his juice shooting into her body.
"Uuhhhhhhhh!" he groaned. "Comin'! Comin! Yeahhhhhhh! Oohhhhhh!"
He fucked especially hard, then gave a final flurry of thrusts and lay still atop her, his fingers loosening on her ass.
He heaved a sigh of relief, then slowly pulled his bulk off her and sat up. She lay there whimpering, her breathing loud and ragged.
He grinned down at her, then ran his hand over her body, stroking her breasts, then easing in between her legs.
"Nice, real nice pussy," he sighed. "I ought to arrest you for walking around keeping a nice hole like that all closed up. It should be a crime fer a body like yours not ta get fucked every day."
He pulled her legs together, lifting them again, then sliding her shorts over her feet. He pulled them down to her thighs, then let her legs down and jerked her pants up around her hips, grinning as he zipped them up.
"You be a good girl now," he grinned, getting out of the car and slamming the door.
She lay there, still panting for breath, still sniffling in misery as he got back in the front and started the car again. They drove for another five minutes before she sat up. The tank top fell down over her breasts again, so she could almost pretend nothing had happened.
Almost.
Her pussy still stung from the cruel raping that had ripped out her cherry. Her thighs ached from his hard rutting, and her panties were laying on the floor by her feet.
He drove into a dusty small town and parked in front of a small stone building with one door and one window. There were bars in front of the window, and a sign on the wall said POLICE.
He got out and opened the rear door, then dragged her out of the car and marched her into the police station.
It was as hot inside as out, maybe hotter. She found herself in a small room with a couple of desks, some filing cabinets, and a small table which held a coffee maker and toaster. A man sat at a desk, holding an electric fan up in front of his face.
He looked up as the door opened, his eyes going to her, then the man behind her, then settling back on her.
"Well, now. What we got here!" he asked.
"Found this California slut doing near ninety up on I-14, Sheriff," the fat man said. "Brought her in to pay her fine. 'Cept she ain't got no money."
The other man set down the fan, then slowly stood up. He was dressed the same as the man behind her, but was taller, leaner. He had a narrow face that needed shaving, and was sweating just like the fat man, just like her.
He walked up in front of her, his eyes moving up and down her body appreciatively. She wanted to complain, to tell him what the other man had done, but this man did not fill her with any assurance that she would be treated right. She kept her mouth shut.
"What's your name, girl!" the sheriff demanded.
"Meghan Sheffield," she gulped.
"You been a bad girl, ain't you, Meghan!" he grinned.
"I... I guess," she whispered.
"I guess," he echoed. "How you plannin' on payin' yer fine!"
"I... my sister drove to see my parents. They'll bring money."
"She says they's movin' to Grandon, and her parents are there."
"Uh, huh," the sheriff said. "You kin go back out on patrol again, Frank."
"But, Sheriff..."
"I said GIT!" the sheriff snapped.
The fat man hurriedly retreated, and Meghan was left alone with the sheriff. He gazed at her through sullen eyes, then took a dirty handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped sweat off his forehead, then the rest of his face. He stuffed it back in his pocket then reached out and abruptly gripped her arm and spun her around.
He gripped her wrists, then removed the hand cuffs and spun her around again. "In there," he said, jerking his head towards a door at the other end of the room.
Meghan shuffled across to the door, the sheriff behind her. He reached out and opened it, then shoved her through. She found herself in a small hallway with cages on either side. There was a room just off to the right, though, and it was in here the sheriff pushed her.
The room was small, with a desk and table. There was a sink in at one end, and also a small square booth not much bigger than a phone booth that was a stand up shower stall.
"Git your clothes off," he said.
"Wha... what!" Meghan gulped, staring up at him in fear.
"You heard me, girl," he growled.
"But... but I..."
He reached out and gripped her by the throat, closing his fingers cruelly as he lifted her up on her toes.
"When I tell you to do something, you do it, understand!" He shook her for emphases, then flung her back against the wall.
She gripped her throat and moaned softly, eyes terrified as she watched the man glowering at her.
"I mean now!" he snapped.
Her fingers trembled as they went to her top and slowly jerked it up and off. She turned her back on him, trying for some last vestiges of pride and privacy, and undid her pants, shoving them and her panties down her long legs, then stepping out of them.
"And the shoes," he snapped.
She pulled her shoes off, then stood there, shaking, her back still to him, her face flushed in humiliation. She yelped as he gripped her arm and spun her around to face him.
"Put your hands behind your head," he glared.
Meghan blinked back tears and hesitantly pulled her hands up, terribly embarrassed as she exposed her naked body to the man's sneering gaze.
"Stand straight," he growled.
His eyes moved over her, not with lust like the fat deputy, but with anger and disdain.
"Turn around, slut, and bend over that table there," he said finally.
Meghan had no choice but to obey. The sheriff came up behind her and placed his big hand between her shoulder blades, shoving her down hard so her breasts were crushed against the table top. He kicked her legs apart too, spreading her wide.
She whimpered when she felt his finger at her pussy slit. It thrust up into her hard and fast, heedless of her pain and discomfort. His finger probed deep inside her, then withdrew.
"Well, now, look what I found," he said.
She turned her head around fearfully and saw him holding a small plastic bag with white powder in it. He opened it and put his finger inside.
"Looks like cocaine," he said.
"Wha... what!" she stared.
"Yep, got me a cocaine smuggler."
"What... what are you talking about!" she exclaimed.
"I say you could talk druggie!"
He shoved down hard on her back again, crushing her breasts into the scarred wooden table Meghan twisted aside, straightening up again. "You can't..."
His fist slammed into her right side just below her ribs and she collapsed, thrown against the table and then tumbling to the floor in a heap. She cried out in pain as she clutched her aching side, curling up into a ball on the floor.
She sobbed in shock, fear and misery, then screamed as he reached down and gripped a thick hunk of her hair, dragging her to her feet again. He shoved her against the table again, folding her over it and kicking her legs apart once more.
"You ba... aaa... aaasstarddddd," she sobbed.
"Better learn some obedience, slut," he said. "You ain't gonna be treated like no princess around here."
He drew his gleaming black nightstick, his eyes glittering in sadistic excitement as he gazed on her round, white ass cheeks. He ran the blunt tip of the two foot long stick over her ass, then prodded at her pussy.
Meghan's sobbing turned into a wail of misery as he jammed the thing against her slit, forcing it through the tight pussy lips and deep into her cunt channel. Instinctively she tried to rise, to twist away, to reach back and grab at the stick.
He gripped her hair again, producing another cry of pain as he bent her head painfully up and back, and jammed the thick stick even deeper into her pussy. He forced it high into her guts, then ground the tip against her cervix as she sobbed and choked and cried out in pain.
"Stinkin' whore," he sneered. "This's what you wants ain't it! Somethin' long and thick up your twat!"
He pumped the nightstick cruelly in her rear hole, twisting it from side to side, punching the end against her cervix as she howled and cried and writhed in his grasp.
He jerked it out then, licking his lips in enjoyment as her body shook with deep, gut wrenching sobs.
"Still gotta check out this other hole for drugs," he drawled, pressing the stick against her crinkled little anal opening.
Meghan's sobs rose to new heights as he forced the baton into the teenager's asshole. Inch after inch of the thick, hard wood disappeared into her rectum as Meghan trembled and shook, and tears poured down her cheeks.
He jammed it up into her guts and twist sharply making her gasp and choke and sob in agony. He pulled back and punched forward, again dragging a shocked cry of pain.
He snickered and pumped the baton in and out with hard, fast motions, fucking her ass with brutal strokes of his long, thick baton. He jerked it out, then slammed it down hard on the table next to her, making her cry our in shock.
His teeth gleamed as he undid his zipper and drew his now bulging cock out. He held it in his fist for a moment, then rubbed the head over the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. He jerked her thighs further apart then pressed his cock against her slit.
He thrust in hard, making her cry out once again, burying his tool in her belly with one fast, hard stroke. He began pumping at once, gripping her hips as he slammed his hips against her upturned ass cheeks, pistoning his cock inside her with furious strokes.
He fucked for a long minute, his breath loud and ragged as he drove his thick prong deep into her pussy. Then he pulled it out and pressed it against her anus instead. As before he was not gentle, jamming his cock against her hole, forcing it in as fast as he could.
He threw his hips forward and spiked his cock up her asshole, grunting with effort, ignoring her whimpers and sobs and moans as he buried his cock in her rectum, then began fucking it.
Meghan lay there in pain and misery and fear, her side aching, her head throbbing, and her crotch on tire with pain. For the second time in an hour she had been raped, and now, almost beyond belief, she was being brutally and savagely sodomized.
She had, of course, heard of ass fucking, but had never in a million years contemplated that anyone would ever do it to her. His cock felt like a log back there, tearing around in her guts with painful speed and force. Still, she was grateful it was his cock, that at least, was far less painful than the big baton he'd used to tear her asshole open in the first place.
But nothing could lesson the total shock to her mind. No one had ever treated her with such brutal cruelty, and she had no idea how to understand or cope with it. The sheriff terrified her, the fear so great it outweighed the terrible humiliation and discomfort.
She groaned weakly and miserably as he rodded his big cock back and forth in her asshole. She made no further attempt to twist away or evade him, knowing it was futile, and fearing what he would do if she resisted further.
His hands moved roughly on her slender body, slapping her ass cheeks, gripping her hips to jerk her back against him, then sliding under her chest to cup her breasts. He gripped her hair again, making her cry out in pain as he lifted her upright.
He slid his arms under hers, then jerked back, forcing her arms up and out as he locked his fingers together behind her head. He pulled back cruelly forcing her to arch her back painfully hard. At the same time he ground his loins up into her soft buttocks, twisting his cock around in her asshole.
"Hot slut," he panted. "You'll bring a good price."
She only groaned in pain.
He shoved her forward again, and she only just caught herself before her face would have slammed into the table top. He gripped her thighs, jerking her legs apart, then threw a furious series of hard, fucking strokes up into her asshole.
"Gonna ream you out, slut," he panted.
His prick pounded up into her rectum with savage forced, pistoning inside her guts as her body shook in turmoil and her mind wailed in denial and fear and pain.
Then he came, groaning in pleasure as he spurted thick wads of juicy sperm up into her tall, his lips drawn back in a snarl of triumph as he pumped his juice into her succulent young body.
He slowed his pumping then halted with a sigh of pleasure. He let his cock soften a little, then pulled it free of her asshole. Again he gripped her hair, pulling her off the table and onto her knees on the floor. He rubbed his cock with thick tangled chunks of her hair, then jerked her to her feet again.
She wailed in pain and misery, her hands reaching behind her, gripping his wrist in an attempt to pull his hand free. He dragged her across the room to the corner, then flung her towards the shower stall.
She staggered and fell, clutching her side and sobbing pitifully.
"Clean yourself off," he sneered.
She sat huddled on the floor for long second, shaking and weeping, but fear of him drove her to her rubbery legs. She stumbled several times but managed to pull herself into the stall. There was no curtain or door and the sheriff showed no sign of leaving. He sat back on the edge of a counter and folded his arms as he grinned in cruel amusement.
Meghan fumbled at the knobs and water gushed out of the shower faucet. There was no hot water, only icy cold. She knew she had no choice, though, and tentatively stepped into it. She gasped and shivered, a wet, bedraggled, miserable sight as she scrunched her arms in and reached for the soap.
***
Amy was surprised, annoyed, irritated, and worried, when she saw another police car flashing its lights behind the jeep. She'd only left Meghan and the other cop ten minutes earlier, and was no trying to find her way to Grandon, using a map.
She had never been much good with maps, and had little idea where she was. She had been driving very carefully, though, and for that reason was very frustrated as she pulled over to the side of the nameless road she was on. She was also worried about what this cop would say when he saw she only had a learners permit.
He strolled up to the jeep and smiled in.
"Hello there," he said.
"Uhm, hi," Amy said, smiling hopefully.
This cop was younger, and much better looking than the last one. He seemed nicer too.
"Could I see your licence and registration please, Miss!"
"What did I do!" she asked, handing them over.
"Well, it's not what you did, really, just that you've got a busted tail light."
"Uhm huhm. What's this!" he asked, holding up the permit.
"I know. I know," she said. "It's not my fault. My sister was driving, but some cop... I mean, a police officer arrested her for speeding, so I'm going to Grandon to get my parents to get the money for the fine."
"Well, that's all very well," he said with an apologetic smile, "but you can't drive alone with this, no matter what the reason."
"But I..."
"And anyway, you're going in the wrong direction."
"I am!"
"Yup. Tell you what, you follow me back to the station and you can call your parents from there."
"Sure," she said gratefully.
He got back in his car and turned around. Amy followed. They made a number of turns before heading into a small, dusty town and pulling up in front of a small green building that said POLICE on a sign. She got out of the jeep and followed him inside, looking around for Meghan.
"Uhm, can I see my sister!" she asked.
She was in a small room. There was a counter on one side, and a couple of desk on the other. The young cop led her up to the counter, where another cop, another young guy was sitting.
"Someone bring in a girl earlier!" he asked.
"Uh uh," the cop behind the desk said. "Nobody's been brought in today."
"But... but he was bringing her in to pay a fine," Amy said, perplexed.
"Was it a car like mine!"
"Huh!"
"Was he wearing the same color uniform, driving the same color car!"
"Uhm, now that I think of it, his shirt was brown."
"Ah, he was probably a county deputy then," the guy said. "Your sister would be in Derlidge jail."
"Oh."
"Say, I did get a notice from the county sheriffs office," the guy behind the desk said. "Said some thing about pullin' in a girl for speeding and finding drugs on her."
"What!" Amy blinked.
"Said, uhm, said something about, keeping an eye out for a black Jeep with another girl in it. That must be her," he said, looking at Amy.
"But that's crazy!" Amy protested. "Meghan didn't have any drugs!"
"I'm sure we'll figure it all out easy enough," the young deputy with her said, smiling reassuringly. "Probably just a mistake."
"It must be! Maybe it's not Meghan."
"Maybe so, but we'll have to search you anyway, and the jeep, just to make sure there's no drugs."
"There isn't!" she cried.
"I believe you, honey. But we got to check. It's rules," he smiled, shrugging apologetically. "Joe, why don't you check the car!" he said to the guy behind the counter. "We'll get this over with quick."
"You say so, Paul," the guy said.
"Why don't you come back here with me... Amy, wasn't it! We'll just get this done and then you can call your parents."
"But I..."
"It's okay, it'll just take a minute," he smiled, leading her gently across the room towards a steel door.
"We don't believe in drugs," Amy said, following him and looking around worriedly.
"Me neither," Paul said. He led her through the steel door and then down a small hall to a square little room. There was nothing in the room but a table and four chairs. He didn't lead her to the table, though, but instead turned her around to face the wall.
"Now I'm sure you've seen this on lots of TV shows," he said, still smiling in a friendly way. "You put your hands up against the wall and bend forward a little ways."
"But... uhm, aren't... I mean, aren't you gonna get a woman to do it!" Amy gulped, her face turning red in embarrassment.
"Wish I could, honey," he said, smiling and shrugging. "But we haven't got any women police. This is a small city, see. If it'll make you feel any better, I'm gay," he said, winking.
"Uhm..." She wasn't sure if it did or not.
"Come on now, let's get this over with," he smiled, turning her to the wall again. "Just raise those hands, that's a girl, and put them against the wall, no, further down, that's it, and apart. Now bend over more, and spread your legs apart. Wider. That's it, now just hold still like that."
Amy was incredibly embarrassed, standing like she was with her butt sticking out at him and her legs apart. But she got even more embarrassed as he gripped her wrists, then slid his hands up and down her arms to her body, then began to run his hands over her shoulders and back, and down onto her ass.
His hands kneaded her ass, moving all over it in what Amy thought was a more than adequate search, before they moved further down her legs. He slid them up her front then, cupping her heavy breasts. Amy was mortified, and bit her tongue as his fingers kneaded and squeezed her soft, full breast meat.
"Hmmm, there's a slight problem, honey," he said, taking his hands away.
"Wh... wh... what!" she stuttered.
"Well, your dress is too long for me to be sure you haven't got anything strapped or taped to your legs. Plus you'll have to take off those boots."
"I... I don't..."
"It's okay. It's just a little thing," he said as he pulled her upright. "Just take off the boots and dress."
Even more embarrassed, her face flaming red, she pulled off the boots. Paul let her sit down, and even helped her remove them, then helped her stand again. She turned her back on him and undid her dress, then slid it down to her ankles and stepped out of it.
He led her back to the wall and made her bend over again and spread her legs. She didn't understand why, since she was practically naked, and he could see she had nothing strapped to her legs. She obeyed, though, and flushed hotly as his hands squeezed her ass again and then went between her legs to squeeze her pussy through the thin pink panties.
He cupped her breasts again, fingers kneading them, then worked his fingers around the straps, over her shoulders, and then around her back.
"Well, I was sure we wouldn't find anything," he said, smiling as he let her straighten up.
She looked at him suspiciously, but didn't say anything.
The door opened then and the other cop looked in. His eyes went to the half-naked girl immediately and he licked his lips in appreciation as she quickly tried to cover herself with her hands.
"Found some grass and a little cocaine," the guy said.
"What!!" Amy gasped. "You couldn't have!"
"'Fraid I did, lil' lady," he grinned.
"Thanks, Joe," Paul said.
The other guy retreated, closing the door as Amy whirled on Paul. "There wasn't any drugs in the car! I'm sure of it!"
"Well, maybe someone planted it there in California," he said, "Or maybe your sister was trying to earn a little extra spending money."
"She wouldn't do that!"
"I'm sorry, Amy, but I don't see any other explanation. We'll have to investigate further, and..." He shrugged apologetically. "I'm afraid we'll have to hold you for a little while."
"But I didn't do anything!" she wailed, her lower lip trembling as she fought back tears.
"I'm sure you didn't," he said soothingly.
"I want to call my parents!"
"We'll do that. First, though, I gotta search you."
"You just did!" she exclaimed.
"Well," he made a reluctant face. "You see, Amy, when we find drugs we have to do what we call a body cavity search."
Amy's eyes widened. She knew what a body cavity search was. Susan Hopkins had regaled her with horror stories about being searched like that when she'd gotten off a plane from Jamaica.
"But I don't have any drugs!" she wailed.
"I believe you, honey," he said. "But I have to do this anyway. Now you'd best just get it over with quick. Just take off your undies and we'll hurry it up."
"But... but..."
"Come on now," he said, smiling encouragingly.
Her face flaming, and fighting back tears, Amy turned and undid her bra, then crossing her left arm across her breasts and cupping her right breast with her hand, she bent and eased her panties down with her right hand, doing a low squat as she got them to her ankles, then quickly turning sideways as she stood and stepped out of them.
She cupped her pussy with her right hand as Paul gently turned her around. "Honey, I'm afraid that's just not gonna do it," he said regretfully. "What you're gonna have to do is stand upright and place your hands behind your head."
"Wha... what! Why!" she gulped.
"Well, because some criminals, women criminals, that is, sometimes tape little packets of drugs to the underside of their breasts. If they're well endowed, that is, and you sure are."
He gripped her arms and gently pulled them apart, then raised them up high and had her link her fingers together behind her head. Amy had never been so embarrassed in her entire life as he stood to one side and pulled her hands back, making her straighten and push her chest out.
Her breasts had always been kind of embarrassing. Being a thirty-eight D-cup wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She kind of liked the way guys were all turned on around her, and how popular it made her, but it kind of embarrassed her to have them staring at her boobs all the time.
And now she was naked, completely naked, in front of a strange man who was looking her up and down very carefully indeed. Even if he was gay it was still humiliating.
"Owwww, heyyy!" she gasped.
He had her wrists in his hand and had jerked her upper body way back so she was arched painfully.
"Sorry. Sorry. Just had to make sure there wasn't anything there," he said. "Okay, honey, now you can turn around and put your hands against the wall."
She obeyed, gulping back tears still.
His hands went first to her hair, sliding all through it very carefully. "Owww!" she yelped, as he pulled on it.
"Sorry," he said.
"What are you doing!"
"Some women hide things in their hair."
"How could you hide anything in hair?" she demanded resentfully.
"You could hide razors, needles, wires, other things. You got really thick, long hair. Here, we'd better remove these."
He pulled off her glasses and put them on the table. Amy blinked her eyes rapidly, everything going blurry.
"Okay, bend way over now, and spread those legs way, way apart."
He made her bend so she was almost horizontal, her heavy breasts dangling straight down below her chest. He nudged her legs a little further, then his foot hooked her ankle and she fell forward, clawing at the wall as she dropped painfully to her knees.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do that. Here, why don't we do it over the table instead!"
He helped her up and brought her to the table. He kicked a chair aside and shoved her again the corner of the table, so the corner was right between her legs, and just below her light thatch of fluffy blonde pussy hair. He didn't seem to notice this, and his leg slid between hers and pulled them apart.
"OOOhWWWWWWW!" she cried, as her pussy came down on the sharp corner of the table.
"What's the matter!" he asked, his knee keeping her legs wide as her weight crushed her soft pussy mound against the table. She twisted and squirmed and finally managed to slide off the corner, cupping her pussy in her hands as she moaned in pain.
"What happened!" he asked.
"You... you... jammed me against the corner," she gulped, looking up at him warily.
"I did! Well, I'm sorry, why don't you move over a little! Now bend over. Let's stop all this whining and be a big girl."
He bent her over, forcing her chest down on the table, and pulled her legs wide apart. He pulled rubber glove from his pocket and put it on, then pressed his finger against her tightly closed pussy slit.
He wriggled it slowly up inside her as Amy clenched her hands tight and closed her eyes in humiliation.
Amy felt his finger twisting around inside her and then wriggle in deeper. He eased it back, then slid it back, no, there were two fingers now, two fingers prying her pussy lips apart and wriggling up into her cunt tunnel.
He pushed them in to the knuckles and then twisted them around inside. He tried pushing them deeper, and she felt the knuckles of his other fingers pressing down hard against her pussy mound. Her pussy ached as he jammed his fingers in further and further.
At least he pulled them back, but then she felt them pushing in again, only there seemed to be more of them, that is, it felt thicker as it, they, whatever, pushed into her.
As his fingers pushed in, they seemed to pet wider, forcing her pussy lips further and further apart. The strain on them mounted and she was soon groaning with the pain. "Oh God!" she gasped as her pussy lips were torn even further open.
"Wha... what are you doooooooinnggg!" she moaned.
"Just thought I felt something. Take it easy while I fish it out."
"There's nothing theeeerrree," she moaned.
His fingers twisted from side to side, eased in, then back, forward, then back, slowly wriggling and pushing their way deeper. She felt his knuckles pressing against her pussy lips, felt them grinding against her as he twisted his hand from side to side. He pushed hard and she clenched her teeth as his knuckles ground down even harder, then, slowly, straining her pussy lips wide, wide apart, they slid in through them.
His fingers were way up inside her now, and she knew a vague relief that she had lost her cherry a couple of months ago. Otherwise she'd sure have lost it now.
His fingers thrust in and she cried out in pain as her pussy lips were torn wider still. Then they began to slide a little bit closed, the strain easing as she felt, with astonishment and shock, what had to be his whole hand slide through.
"Oh my God," she gasped. "Oh please! OOohh, hhhh! Uuuunngghhhh!"
His fingers opened and closed, twisting around, pressing against the soft, elastic flesh of her pussy cavity. She felt her cunt lips close around his wrist as his hand turned and twisted inside her lower belly.
"What are you doing!" she cried.
"Just searching for drugs," he said calmly.
"Stop it! Take it out!"
"As soon as I'm done," he said.
"OOOooohhhh," she groaned, panting and gasping and grunting in pain as his hand turned slowly from side to side. His fingers wiggled like live snakes in her belly, pressing this way and that, poking and prodding against the sides of her pussy tunnel.
Still he pushed forward, his wrist rasping against her cunt lips as it slid through. Amy ground her teeth in agony at how terribly stretched her cunt lips were. The flesh was strained to the breaking point, and as his hand moved deeper into her belly and his wrist slid through, his arm followed, forcing her cunt lips still wider.
She sobbed in pain as his hand jerked to and fro, pushing forward, then drawing back, forward, then back, always working its way deeper into her belly. It was simply beyond belief to her to feel his fingers wiggle inside her lower belly.
And then his fingers touched the very bottom of her pussy tunnel, scratching against her cervix. He still pushed forward, bringing more pressure to bear, then halted, and, one by one, drew his fingers in tight against his palm, forming a tight, hard, round fist deep in her guts.
She trembled in shock and pain as his fist turned from side to side, twisting way up in her guts. Her twat lips were straining and aching as they clutched at his wrist, and now she felt his fist push deeper.
"Please!" she sobbed, tears coursing down her cheeks.
"Now, now. You can take it," he cooed. He punched his fist deeper and she cried out in pain. He smiled, his eyes taking in her perfect round ass flesh, and below that, her tight pussy opening wrapped around his wrist.
He pushed his fist deeper, his excitement lending him strength and taking away his patience. His left arm slid around her and he grit his teeth as he forced his fist all the way down to the bottom of her fuck tunnel. He ground his knuckles against her cervix as she wept and moaned and begged him to stop.
Her cunt strained even harder as his forearm moved into it, forced wider and wider as more of his arm pushed in and his arm thickened. She was jerking and shaking, trembling uncontrollably now as his big fist hit her cervix and began to grind harshly against it.
"Sto... oooo... ooo... pppppp!" she sobbed.
"Not hardly," he smiled.
He continued to twist his arm around inside her, grinding his fist on her cervix. Then he pulled back slightly, then pushed forward. He pulled back several inches, then thrust forward, drawing a squeal of pain from the gasping, moaning, weeping teenager.
He jerked his fist back, fighting the tightness of her hot, sucking pussy tube, slowly pulling his thick fist back down her fuck tunnel all the way to the entrance. Then he punched into her as hard as he could. Even then, his fist only moved five or six inches, but it was enough to make her scream in shocked pain.
He was panting in heat now, his cock bulging as he tore his fist back and punched in again. Again she shrieked. He forced his fist the rest of the way up into her twat and ground his knuckles on her cervix, then tore it back violently.
Amy wailed in pain and misery and confusion as her punched his fist back and forth inside her. Her legs were straining wide to open herself as much as possible, but her pussy ached and stung anyway, and her guts were twisting and churning inside her as he forced his big fist up and down in her belly.
"Gotta make... sure there's nothing in here," he panted, jamming his fist up into her belly.
"Noooooo! Noooooooo!" she screamed, "Aaarrrhhh!"
His fist pumped up and down in her with more ease now, since he'd worn down her cunt muscles, stunned them into submission. His arm moved steadily, his forearm sliding in and out of her pussy opening as she writhed and shook and trashed on the table.
Her hands clawed at the table and her head jerked and twisted from side to side. Her legs jerked and flopped as he forced her up higher over the table, and her ass bucked up repeatedly. He sniggered in pleasure, pounding his fist into her slit with savage glee, revelling in the tightness of her warm belly. He wished he could shove his whole arm up into her, then climb in behind it.
He drew his fist back down her twat a final time, then slowly straightened out his fingers and eased his hand back out of her pussy. She cried out again as his hand popped free of her twat, then subsided into weeping and moaning.
Her pussy remained open, a gaping hole into her body. He bent and peered into it, watching her glistening pink flesh disappearing up into the darkness of her body.
He tore his pants open and pulled his bulging prick out, eyes wild with excitement.
"Still... still gotta... check... this other hole," he panted. "Gotta make sure... you ain't got no... drugs up here."
He pressed his cock against her asshole and forced the head inside. Amy continued to weep, the sound increasing in scale and misery as she felt her asshole pulled open and something forced inside.
She didn't even know it was his cock, having never felt one back there, and having little experience with cocks anyway. Her eyes were closed and she was shaking as deep, gut wrenching sobs escaped from her.
Compared to the pain of her pussy the small ache in her rectum as he forced his cock up into it hardly bothered her at all. It was one added humiliation for her, but the pain in her pussy was far more important.
She didn't even look around as he forced his cock way up into her butt hole, not until he jammed it in to the hilt and his balls and hips pressed firmly against her ass cheeks, did she realize what it was he had done, what it was that he had pushed into her asshole.
She didn't bother protesting, but the knowledge brought a fresh burst of sobbing and moaning from her as Paul slapped his hands down on her ass cheeks and laughed in pleasure. He began to fuck his cock up her ass with fast, deep strokes, sighing in satisfaction as he drove his cock up into her belly.
"There you go," he cooed. "Isn't that niiiiice!"
His cock pistoned steadily, evenly, in and out of her asshole as she sobbed in misery and pain. His hands slid up and down her body. He pushed his hands under her chest and squeezed her heavy breasts, his fingers digging into the thick, fat meat.
He mashed his fingers into her tits and forced her chest up off the table, pulling her back against him. She continued to weep and moan as he slid his lips down on her throat and began to lick and suck on the nape of her neck.
His fingers kneaded her big tits roughly, mashing the meat up and down and around in circles, working the soft, malleable meat with his hard fingers, forcing deep furrows in the round perfect balloons, making it ooze out between his fingers.
He continued to thrust his cock up into her asshole, driving it almost straight up into her asshole as she moaned and sobbed and begged him to stop.
He sighed happily, letting his fingers sink into her full, fat, soft tit flesh as he gnawed at her throat and felt her asshole sucking on his cock.
"Ooh, babbby!" he moaned. "You are sooo hot. You're gonna make me soooo much money."
He mashed his balls up into her soft buttocks, grinding himself against her. He humped up into her with faster motions, using short, sharp little thrusts to punch his cockknob against the very deepest part of her asshole. She grunted repeatedly in response, gasping and groaning as she was punched in the guts... from the inside.
He reached up and gripped a thick mass of her tangled blonde hair, then twisted her head around cruelly, mashing his lips down on hers to silence her cries of pain. He forced his tongue into her mouth as he rutted against her soft ass cheeks and twisted her tit flesh.
"Dirty little slut," he gasped. "Little fuck-pad!"
He ran his right hand down her body to her thigh, then jerked her right leg wide, unbalancing her, almost dropping her forward onto the table again. But he still held a thick mass of hair in his left hand.
She cried out in pain as he forced her head way back and spiked his cock up deep into her belly with unrestrained violence. His big prong was a blur as it rammed up into her again and again, reaming out her tortured, aching little bung hole.
He bit down on her throat, tasting blood, then sucked on it as he felt his balls blowing. He cried out, the sound muffled by her flesh, as his cock exploded. A massive flood of silvery white jism jetted up into her round rectal chamber, giving her a sperm enema.
"Yes! Yes! Ohhh yesss!" he groaned, grinding his pelvis into her soft teenage ass. "Oohhh, babyyyyy," he sighed.
He let go of her hair and let her slump down across the table, shivering and whimpering, clutching her arms around her sore tit bags. He pumped a few more times in her asshole, his cock softening very quickly after that massive blast.
Then he slid his cock out of her and panted her ass lovingly. "You're one fine little piece of girl flesh, baby," he said. "The guys will love you."
Amy was left alone for over an hour in the small room, though her clothes, and even her glasses were taken from her. She sat gingerly on one of the table, weeping for a long time, gently probing her sore pussy and asshole, looking for blood, or some other sign she had been torn open. She didn't find any. On the other hand, the world looked very blurry without her glasses.
She was totally confused about what had happened, about why Paul had done that to her. What had she done to deserve this anyway! She wondered if it was true that they'd somehow found drugs in the car. How could there have been!
She huddled there, shivering and sniffling as she waited for them to bring her some clothes. She wanted to call her parents right away and tell them to come and hurry and get her out.
Paul showed up finally, and tossed her a blue dress. "Put this on, baby," he said.
She took the thing gladly and pulled it over her shoulders, gazing up at him with wide, frightened eyes. The thing was very tight, but she wasn't about to complain. She had to tug it hard to get it over her chest, and then jerked it downwards to her hips. It was very short, barely covering her loin.
"Come on," he said, motioning for her to stand.
She stood up meekly.
"Can... can I call my parents!" she gulped.
"Later," he said.
"Can I have my glasses?"
He spun her around and handcuffed her wrists together, then led her by the arm out of the room. They headed down the hall, not towards the front but towards the back, and then opened a door that led outside.
There was a police car waiting there and he pushed her into the back seat, then got into the front and pulled away from the station.
"Where are we going!" she asked.
"You say, Sir when you talk to me."
"Whe... where are we going, Sir!" she gulped.
"We're going to the County Jail."
"But... but why!"
"That's where we keep drug dealers and smugglers and whores and other lowlifes."
"But I... I didn't do anything."
"Oh no. Want to bet. Your record says you were caught selling cocaine to minors."
"What! What record!" she asked in confusion.
"Your criminal record. Not only that but you were convicted of arson, prostitution and child abuse."
"But... but that's crazy. I didn't do any of that!"
"Sure, sure. That's what they all say," he sighed.
"But I didn't! You can ask my parents!"
"Now, now no point denying it any more. You've already been sentenced. You'll have the next twenty years to try and make it up to society."
"But... but... sentenced! I... I didn't do anything!"
"Don't worry, County Jail can be a nice place as long as you're a good girl and do as you're told."
"But I didn't do anything!" she wailed.
"I told you to say Sir," he snapped.
"I didn't!" she sobbed.
"That's what they all say," he grinned.
Half an hour later they were at the county farm. Amy could see little of it, just a big blur, but tall fences surrounded the acres of fields. Men worked almost naked in the fields, guarded by a few men with shotguns. They drove through the main gate and up to a long, low concrete building that had bars on the windows.
He stopped and got out, then came back and pulled her out of the rear.
"Now you better act polite," he snapped. "These people in here don't take kindly to disobedience. It'd be a real shame if they had to whip that nice round ass of yours and leave scars on it, now wouldn't it!"
"But I didn't doooo anything!" she moaned.
"Keep complaining and you're gonna be beaten bloody," he said, shaking his head.
He led her in and they went down a concrete hall and stopped at a counter. A huge black woman got up and came to the counter.
"Got a prisoner here for the female section," he said.
The black woman gave Amy a contemptuous look, then took out a big pen and began to write.
"Name!"
"Amy Henderson."
"That's not my name!" Amy cried.
He jerked back hard on her hair and she cried out in pain.
"She's been trying to deny it for weeks. Judge didn't believe her, neither did the jury," he smiled. "Finger prints match up just fine. She's too stupid to know about fingerprints, though."
"Age!"
"Eighteen."
He tugged sharply on her hair to keep her from saying anything more.
"Next of kin!"
"None."
"Crimes."
"Here's the sheet, prostitution, arson, child abuse, drug trafficking. Sentence is twenty years."
Amy moaned and whimpered softly.
"Okay, you can go."
"Bye, bye, baby," Paul said, reaching under her short skirt and squeezing her bare ass.
"Dolores," the black woman said.
A tall, muscular white woman came forward and took Amy by the arm, jerking her down the hall.
"I didn't do anythiiiiiing," Amy sobbed.
"Aw, shut the fuck up," Dolores snapped, smacking the back of her head.
Amy only sobbed louder.
The woman dragged her into a large room and pushed her away. Amy stumbled and then caught herself, hugging herself tightly as she wept.
"Get that off," Dolores said.
"Wha... wha... what!" Amy whimpered.
"Take off your clothes," Dolores glowered.
"Wh... why!"
"Because I said so, slut!"
Amy cowered in fear, then reached down and hesitantly lifted up the short hem of the blue dress thing, peeling the tight fabric up her body and then off over her shoulders. She held it uncertainly for a moment before Dolores jerked it out of her hands.
"Get those shoes off," the woman growled.
Amy kicked off the plain shoes she had been given, then huddled there, trying to cover herself with her hands.
"Put your hands up above your head, and out," Dolores said, picking up some kind of spray container.
"Wha... what!"
"Put your hands up, slut!" Amy jerked her hands up high.
"Open then," Dolores glared.
Amy eased her arms apart, then stood there, red with embarrassment as the big woman pointed a small nozzle at her and sprayed a foul smelling substance all over her body. She ran the nozzle up between Amy's legs and prodded at her pussy lips, sniggering as the girl squeaked and jumped back.
She sprayed over her rounded ass cheeks, then up and down her back and even into her hair.
"Okay, whore, now get into one of the showers and shower off," Dolores said.
Amy scurried over to the line of shower nozzles as two more women came into the room. She turned the water on and turned her back to the three guards, trying to pretend they didn't exist. She was completely confused, to the point of being in shock. She didn't understand how this had happened to her, or why.
She let the warm water pour down over her head and body, then reached for the soap and began running the slick bar up and down her chest between her breasts.
One of the guards reached over and turned off the water suddenly.
"Don't waste water, slut," the woman said, "Soap up, then shower off."
Amy said nothing, turning her red face away.
"When a guard says something to you, you answer her, slut," Dolores snapped.
"I... l'm sorry," she gulped.
"You say, yes, Ma'am, or no, Ma'am. Understand something."
Both the guards twisted their batons around inside the young woman's guts, turning her yelps and cries to screams of agony. Dolores began pumping her baton up and down in Amy's rectum, delighting in the thumping of the tip against whatever was at the end of her anal tube.
Amy shrieked and sobbed, her head thrashing, her body shaking and twisting as the two big batons jammed up into her belly repeatedly. She was on her toes and still the two women forced the batons higher, punching the hard wooden batons into her with cruel force, pounding them deep into her body, impaling her.
"What a buttery little asshole we got here," Dolores grinned, watching the hard baton sliding furiously in and out of the teenager's rounded asshole.
"This cunt is too tight. Got to work it open," the fat woman said.
"Hell, girl," the black woman sniggered. "It'll be worked open soon enough. This little whore is gonna have half the town between her legs in the next few weeks."
Amy didn't even hear them for her own misery and pain and horror. She continued to struggle helplessly as her asshole and pussy were cruelly raped by the big nightsticks, not knowing or understanding why she was being treated so cruelly.
Finally the two women pulled the nightsticks free and Amy was flung backwards into the shower stall. She fell on her ass and crumbled there, curling up in a ball and sobbing as she clutched her aching pussy and asshole.
"Now you're all clean, honey," Dolores grinned. Meghan was handcuffed as she was led down the narrow hallway. She was still completely naked as the sheriff led her out the back of the building to a waiting police car. She looked around helplessly, but it was late at night and nobody else was around.
The sheriff forced her into the back of the police car, then got in the front and started it up.
"Where are you taking me!" she gulped.
"Shut up, slut. You talk when I tell you to."
The sheriff drove out of the alley and then out into the street. He drove for only a minute or so before turning down another alley and parking.
He led her out of the car and up to a steel door. There he pushed a doorbell and waited.
Amy looked around again, but there was nobody else in the dark alley. She trembled in cold and fear, unable to understand what was going on.
The door opened and a small old woman appeared. She looked contemptuously at Amy, then backed up as the sheriff led her into a dank smelling hall, up a flight of wooden stairs, then down another, larger hall.
She was pushed through a curtain and found herself at the front of a courtroom. The sheriff led her up in front of the bench, where a judge in black robes sat.
She felt a flush of hot embarrassment as the man eyed her naked flesh, but with her hands cuffed behind her she could do nothing to hide herself.
"What ya got, Al!" the judge asked.
"Caught this slut with drugs," the sheriff said.
"He's lying!" Meghan cried.
"Order in the court,"
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