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The second edition of this best-selling novel is re-edited and formatted but the same story. If you missed it first time around - read about the COUNTY JAIL now!

Three college girls are each caught separately in the small Southern town for a minor traffic infraction, unaware of their dire circumstances until they are brought to the County Jail. The Sheriff, Judge, even the distinguished citizens all conspire to sexually enslave the girls, taking their young bodies in the most perverted manner. Each girl, different in her own way, try to cope with the circumstances of her capture and enslavement.

Heather, the college cheerleader refuses the advances of the men. The men inflict their perversions on her body, enjoying her cries and torment as they strongly fuck her and subject her body to the most horrendous pain, enjoying their lust on her pain-racked body.

Jessica surrenders to the men, in hopes that cooperation would temper their lust. Instead, the men are driven to push her limits, submitting her young body to even greater perversions. Each time Jessica hoped it would be the last. She is surprised each time and appalled at the length and depth of the men’s depravity.

And Emily, the shy, honor student. The beautiful sweet girl, that blushes at a dirty joke. The men enjoy humiliating her, making her perform for them the most despicable acts, her shame having no bounds. She is made to commit the most perverse acts on the men, their laughing and taunting degrading her as she resigns reluctantly to their sexual perversions.

Read how their young bodies are speared by thick cocks. How they are made to suck cocks, many thrust down their throats, their pussies fucked repeatedly as they are tossed about on the bed in lust, none of their orifices spared as they endure the ultimate perversion, sodomized by the men. See how they cope as they are driven deeper and deeper into the depths of Hell in a place called the County Jail.

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No. words: 62250

Style: BDSM/Bondage - Content: Moderate -    Male Dom - M/F

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Chapter 1: Caught
It was a sweltering hot day, the air conditioner in the car strained to keep cool as Heather drove the back road. The state highway she was on had a large detour sign on it, Heather getting off and onto the skinny two lane road. That had been over a half an hour ago, the road getting more desolate and skinner the longer she drove. Her hopes for a gas station or store for directions had dimmed the longer she drove. She would have turned around, but she was the internal optimist, sure that the state highway would be around the next turn.
She had another two hours to get back to the University, the long weekend home just what she needed to relax from the pressure of freshman year in college. She had many different hopes when starting out in college; new dreams and aspirations. College wasn’t what she had expected, having come from a small town where she was head cheerleader and Student Council President. At college, she was just another pretty face among the thousands of pretty faces. Nothing special. She was having trouble fitting in, where before it only took a sway of her hips or the grace of her smile. In college, she was failing to get recognized or appreciated. Even the boys seem to pass her by, not like in high school where she had her pick of many and dated the football captain. Sex though, was a different story. Heather was a rarity among the other girls, a virgin, while other girls hooked up with guys with abandonment for self gratification. Even with her lush body, the other boys seem to be able to see through her, a tease they called her. She had talked to her parents, needing reassurance that it wasn’t wrong to be a virgin. She needed reassurance that when she finally found the right man, it would be worth it to finally give him the most precious gift a girl could give, her innocence. Only her parents could give her that peace of mind, and that is what they did.
“DDDDDAAAAMMMNN!!!!!!” She screamed as she slammed on the brakes, the small cars rear end sliding to the side of the road as Heather struggled to keep the car on the skinny pavement. Out of nowhere the stop signed had popped up, as Heather caught a glimpse of a speed limit sign of 25 miles per hour out of the corner of her eye. She struggled to stop the car, glancing to see that she was doing over 60 miles per hour at the time. The rear end of the car fishtailed back and forth before she heard the thump as the rear tire slipped off of the pavement into the soft ground at the side of the road. The back end felt like it was trying to fall off as the car slowed down quickly, the back tire mired in the soft dirt. She was breathing hard, the engine stalling as the car finally stopped moving, half of the car leaning precariously to the side. She was barely on the road, grateful at least that she was okay.
The Deputy watched as the blue Honda slammed on the brakes, going through the stop sign before finally coming to rest half off the road. He put the car in gear and gunned the engine, holding onto his coffee as the tires bit into the payment with a loud screech, and the siren blared loudly. The radar gun lay on the seat beside him, the red LED blinking brightly 60. “I hope this one has a lot of money.” Speeding, failure to stop at a stop sign and reckless driving. He’d earn his salary this week. The detour sign on the state highway had got him another unsuspecting victim.
“This is my lucky day,” he rejoiced as he pulled behind the stranded car. He enjoyed the sight as the girl got out the door, obviously shaken. She must have been about twenty years of age as she wore a short blue skirt that left a lot of naked leg exposed, a white pullover that clung to a pair of luscious tits. Excited, his cock grew in his pants. Dexter had been a deputy for over a year, and girls like this never came his way in the small Mississippi town he lived in. If they were attractive, the first thing they did was move out when they were old enough. Far away. The only chance for sex was the brothel on the outskirts of town or the girls the Sheriff was able to collar. At 45, Sheriff Cody loved to ensnare lovely young girls in one of his speed traps in hopes they didn’t have the extravagant bail he required for their release. He preferred to extract his pound of flesh from their young, nubile flesh. He had no moral qualms about forcefully taking his pleasure. If they didn’t submit willingly, rape was a suitable alternative, often a better alternative, for Sheriff Cody enjoyed their screams as he took them brutally.
And the chance of the girls being found quickly were slim, the town so far off the beaten path that nobody would ever consider looking here. The men would be able to take their time taking the girls bodies with immunity. The townspeople of the small town put up with the Sheriff’s depravity, all of them afforded their opportunity to delight in the hot, tight bodies of young girls, remembering what it was like when they were young and their cocks hard as steel. The town only had fifty residents. The woman of the town refused to acknowledge what happened in the town, not wanting to incur the wrath of the Sheriff and many glad that they didn’t have to accommodate the sick sexual advances of their husbands, the men inflicting their perversions on the stupid girls that got caught up in the Sheriff’s traps. It would serve them right.
Heather was grateful when the police car came pulling up, though the siren was deafening. Her car was half off of the road and by the angle of the two side tires, there was something terribly wrong, both tires cocked to one side. She knew that it wasn’t going anywhere under its own accord and looking around the deserted countryside, she was glad that the law officer was coming to her aid. She watched as he stepped out of the car, his gray uniform clinging to his skin, his armpits circled with wetness, staining the shirt. He looked to be about thirty, not handsome, but not ugly. He walked with a gait, his belt banging loudly as his gun and the other things that hung down from his belt bounced noisily. “Thank you for stopping Sheriff,” smiling, hoping to get some sympathy. She already was short of money, hoping her charge card could handle the bill, hoping there was someone nearby that could fix her car.
Dexter grinned at her, knowing the type. Using their bodies to tease men into doing their bidding. No, she wouldn’t have her way this time. It would be Dexter that would do the taking. “Turn around Ma’am and put your hands behind your back.” His voice was gruff and demanding. “And it’s Deputy.” He was already pulling out his handcuffs, letting them dangle noisily in front of him, seeing the shock in her eyes as she stared at them.
“What do you mean? Deputy,” she added. “I just broke down.” Her eyes looked around nervously, nothing and no one in sight.
“You were speeding, running a stop sign and reckless driving Ma’am. Now put your hands behind your back. I won’t tell you again.” He pulled out the black can out of his belt, MACE printed boldly on the outside, leaving no doubt as to what it contained. He saw her hesitate, his hand gripping her closest arm and swinging her around like a doll, pushing her down onto the trunk of her car, his other hand pushing hard onto her back.
He surprised her, Heather found herself bent over the trunk of her car, her white top pushed on the dirty trunk. His hands were brutal, his fingers digging into her arm, sure that she would be bruised. His hand dug into her back as she found her arms pulled behind her, scared when she felt the cold metal cuffs slipping over her wrists, the cuffs ratcheting down noisily until her wrist were trapped painfully.
“Now you just stand real still while I search you for weapons. Real still,” he warned her. “I had a pretty little thing pull a knife on me a couple of months ago so I don’t take no chances any longer.” That line always seemed to work, making them more scared that he would do something foolish in order to protect himself. He looked down; her lovely ass shoved up high, his cock already throbbing for release in his tight pants. He kept one hand on her wrists, keeping her bent over the trunk. He pushed his leg between hers, his heavy boots slammed into her ankles while she gasped in pain. “You spread them pretty legs real wide now.” He kept up with his boots, the toe of his boot banging into her ankle each time she tried to stop spreading her legs. He stopped when her legs were spread shoulder width. “Good girl, now hold it right there for me. I’ve got to check you real good. Can’t take a chance of you hiding a weapon on the pretty body. The Sheriff would have my ass.”
She could only tremble in fear as the Deputy spread her legs, her ankles sore from the constant pounding of his boot until she complied, thankful that he stopped. She knew she must look obscene, her ass thrust up high, her legs spread. She could smell the Deputy as he stood next to her, his sweat drenched body reeking of body odor. She felt him bending over, jumping when she felt his calloused hand on the inside of her thigh. “NO!” She protested loudly.
He pinched the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “I ain’t going to tell you again. Now hold still.” His hand resumed the intimate search.
It hurt when he pinched her, his powerful fingers gripping her skin as if it were in a vice. Her thighs trembled as his hand returned, this time Heather holding still as it moved up her leg, pushing her skirt aside as it moved higher and higher under her skirt. It felt like a snake moving along her skin as it slid so close to her sex. She jerked away from him suddenly, surprising him.
Just when he was about to get to the good part, she pushed away, scrambling away from his touch. “Damn,” he exclaimed loudly. He would have to wait until he got her back to the jail, hoping the Sheriff would give him a shot at her lovely body, the cell leaving her no place to hide. “Into the car,” he yelled at her, grabbing her and tossing her over to his police car, opening the back door, pushing her head down as he threw her into the back seat unceremoniously. He watched as she scrambled to sit in the seat, her short skirt riding up high to reveal a pair of powder blue panties that clung to her skin. He had hoped it was a thong, but his hopes were dashed as she turned sideways, her ass cheeks covered by the thin fabric. He slammed the car door shut, going over to her car, pulling her purse out of the front seat, taking the keys out and locking the car up. They would have it towed later.
“Please Deputy,” Heather tried to plead. “Let me go.” She tried to cover her legs, but the cuffs behind her back prevented her from doing much. The hump in the back seat kept a leg on each side.
He turned around to look at her, her breasts thrust out so seductively, the handcuffs leaving her with no option. He looked at her legs, parted slightly by the hump on the floor, the short skirt hiked up high, catching another glimpse of the powder blue panties alluring him with what lay between her legs. “As soon as we get our restitution for your crimes,” a snicker in his voice. He drove off, looking into his rear view mirror as he drove the short distance to the jail, his cock throbbing as he gazed at the darkness beneath her skirt.
Heather was at least grateful when they pulled into the town, if that is what you could call it. More of a collection of five stores, a couple of houses partially obscured by the trees in the distance. Another police car was parked in the back of the jail as they pulled up. The Deputy got out of the car, came around and opened up the door for Heather.
“Out of the car, ma’am.” He reached in before she could even react. Heather finding herself manhandled as he pulled her out of the police car.
She was yanked out and thrust in the back door of the jail before she could do anything but stumble along, trying not to fall down. There was a group of cells, each open, bars the only protection from prying eyes. In each cell was a naked toilet, parked starkly to the side, a small sink attached to the wall. A cot was in the center of each cell. Heather looked into the cells, two blank faces staring back at her. Both were about her age, one looking down when Heather’s eyes met her as if she were ashamed of something. The other stared at her with sympathy. Heather found herself shoved into the next room, her eyes catching the Sheriff behind the desk. He looked about fifty, a bit fat, his stomach hung over his gun belt, his shirt soaked in sweat as the jail’s air conditioner hummed noisily but failed to keep the oppressive heat from the room. The Deputy slammed the door that separated this room from the jail cells.
Sheriff Cody smiled as the deputy shoved the young girl forward. “My, this must be our lucky day. This one makes three.” He looked at the girl that stood trembling before him. She was the prettiest of all of them, but she had a defiant look on her face. He was going to enjoy inflicting his perversions on her, in spite of her reluctance. And maybe because of it.
“I didn’t do anything Sheriff,” Heather burst out, hoping that she would get some sympathy from the Sheriff. Her head reeled from the blow, never seeing it coming. The Sheriff jumped out of the chair with a dexterity that surprised her because of his size, his hand coming around and slapped the side of her face with such force that her head spun to the side, her lip bleeding from the blow. “You just hush up you little slut.”
He stepped back to his chair, seeing the tears in her eyes, her cheek already turning red from the slap. He picked up the ticket the Deputy had written. “Speeding, Reckless Driving, Failure to stop at a stop sign. You certainly have been a bad girl.” He smiled at her, hoping that she was truly a bad girl, his cock throbbing for release, three girls now available for his picking. “Two thousand dollars bail,” he proudly exclaimed. “How would you like to pay, cash or credit card?”
Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, his words rang out in the room. Two thousand dollars! “What!” She didn’t have anything near that amount, she was lucky if she could get a couple of hundred dollars from her credit card and maybe fifty bucks in her purse.
“You heard the Sheriff. Two thousand dollars.” The Deputy was hoping that she didn’t have the money. He walked over to the Sheriff, whispering in his ear. “Can I have the little slut first if she doesn’t pay?”
The Sheriff looked at his Deputy. He had the other two in cells, neither of them able to afford the bail. He could start with them, sure that this little filly would still be available for something more perverse than a regular fuck that the Deputy would subject her to. “I think so,” he whispered back at him. “But I think we better chain her to the bed. I don’t think she will be very cooperative.”
The Deputy stood up, moving towards Heather, smiling. He would enjoy raping this one while bound to the bed. The other girls would be able to see what happens if they don’t cooperate.
“I don’t have that kind of money. Let me call my parents, they’ll send the money.” She hoped that once she talked to her parents, they would come down and straighten out this hick Sheriff and his Deputy.
“Give me the number and I’ll call.”
She looked at him, knowing that this is not what she wanted. She wanted to explain it to her parents. She knew her parents would figure out something was wrong when the Sheriff called, two thousand dollars an exaggerated bail. “555-678-4567.”
The Sheriff wrote it down. He looked up at her. “We’ll put you in a cell until I can contact your parents. It shouldn’t be long. I’ll call as soon as I get you comfortable in a cell”
Heather felt better already; maybe the Sheriff wasn’t so bad in spite of the burning of her cheek. She had a way of coming on too strong sometimes; sure that she probably just offended the Sheriff. They both walked back into the row of cells, one on each side of her. They opened the door to the last cell, both of them pushing her inside. She was relieved when the Deputy unlocked the handcuffs, Heather bringing her hands in front of her, rubbing the circulation back into her wrists.
They pounced on her when she was the most vulnerable. Heather was relaxing her guard when they removed the handcuffs from her wrists. Her head was bowed down when they jumped her, each of them gripping one of her wrists and throwing her down onto the cot before she could even shout out a protest. She struggled, but they already had out a pair of shackles, slipping the heavy iron manacle around her wrists, pulling the chain back until they clipped it on the upper bed post, snapping them tightly on the rings that were conveniently located in all four corners.
“WWWWWHHHAAATT!!!!” She found her body thrown down on the bed, the men on her with a vigor that shocked her. Her arms were thrust up over her head, feeling the bite of the metal as her wrists were trapped in the shackles, screaming as she struggled. “YOU BASTARDS!” She kicked the air fruitlessly, the men adept at staying away from her legs. She looked up at the two grinning faces, yanking on her arms, her arms stretched up high over her head, bound to the bed posts. “Please!” She tried begging, but the men moved to her legs, feeling their hot, sweaty hands on her ankles, Heather panicking as she saw another pair of shackles, these thicker. She struggled, but her muscles grew weary as their powerful hands held her tight. “NOOOO!” She felt her legs spread, terror in her eyes as she realized how vulnerable she would be, the metal shackles digging into her slim ankles, the closing of the chains sounding so final. Each of them men tugged on her legs, Heather struggling to close her legs, her thighs trembling as she lost the battle, the men yanking her legs open as if she was a chicken being plucked. She could only watch in fear as they snapped the chain to the rings on the bed posts, a feature of the bed that Heather failed to see before.
They stood up, leering down at Heather as she laid spread on the bed; her short skirt had ridden high up her thighs, the Sheriff almost able to see the dark shadow between her legs.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Heather’s voice trembled in fear, her eyes not failing to see the bulges in the two men’s pants that towered over her bound body. The shackles dug into her skin, the metal clanging as she continued to test the chains that kept her spread to the four corners of the bed.
“I thought you might want to raise your bail money.” The Deputy gazed down at her proud breasts heaving up and down beneath the short top, moving down to the wide expanse of naked thigh exposed by her fighting, her skirt not hiding much from their view, her spread legs preventing their raping eyes from devouring her sex.
“What do you mean?” Heather was sure what he wanted, knowing that she wouldn’t submit to their blackmail. No way would she give her innocence to these filthy men.
“I think a nice little fuck and maybe I can get the Sheriff to reduce your bail.” The Deputy looked over at the Sheriff. “And maybe suck the Sheriff off and you can go free.”
“I’ll never submit to such a thing. You’ll have to rape me first.” She knew they weren’t stupid enough to do such a thing. This was the United States, they would be punished it they took her like that. She was adamant.
“I was hoping that you’d see it that way. I love to rape pretty little girls like you.” Dexter rubbed his cock beneath his pants, eager to get inside this young girl.
The Sheriff turned to the two other frightened girls that were watching this strange charade happen in front of them. “And let this be a lesson to the both of you when it is your turn to decide.” He looked at Emily, seeing her lower her head in shame at his lustful gaze. He would love humiliating her to perform. Jessica would be more willing, hoping to trade her cooperation for more lenient terms. The Sheriff and his friends though would love forcing her to continue making choices, to perform more degrading and perverse tasks each time. To drive her body to the depths of hell to satisfy the jaded sexual tastes of the men. He walked out of the cell, closing the door as the Deputy stroked his cock through his pants as he stared down lustily at Heather.


Excerpt..

Chapter 1: Caught

It was a sweltering hot day, the air conditioner in the car strained to keep cool as Heather drove the back road. The state highway
she was on had a large detour sign on it, Heather getting off and onto the skinny two lane road. That had been over a half an hour ago, the
road getting more desolate and skinner the longer she drove. Her hopes for a gas station or store for directions had dimmed the longer she
drove. She would have turned around, but she was the internal optimist, sure that the state highway would be around the next turn.

She had another two hours to get back to the University, the long weekend home just what she needed to relax from the pressure of
freshman year in college. She had many different hopes when starting out in college; new dreams and aspirations. College wasn’t what she
had expected, having come from a small town where she was head cheerleader and Student Council President. At college, she was just another
pretty face among the thousands of pretty faces. Nothing special. She was having trouble fitting in, where before it only took a sway of
her hips or the grace of her smile. In college, she was failing to get recognized or appreciated. Even the boys seem to pass her by, not
like in high school where she had her pick of many and dated the football captain. Sex though, was a different story. Heather was a rarity
among the other girls, a virgin, while other girls hooked up with guys with abandonment for self gratification. Even with her lush body,
the other boys seem to be able to see through her, a tease they called her. She had talked to her parents, needing reassurance that it
wasn’t wrong to be a virgin. She needed reassurance that when she finally found the right man, it would be worth it to finally give him the
most precious gift a girl could give, her innocence. Only her parents could give her that peace of mind, and that is what they did.

“DDDDDAAAAMMMNN!!!!!!” She screamed as she slammed on the brakes, the small cars rear end sliding to the side of the road as Heather
struggled to keep the car on the skinny pavement. Out of nowhere the stop signed had popped up, as Heather caught a glimpse of a speed
limit sign of 25 miles per hour out of the corner of her eye. She struggled to stop the car, glancing to see that she was doing over 60
miles per hour at the time. The rear end of the car fishtailed back and forth before she heard the thump as the rear tire slipped off of
the pavement into the soft ground at the side of the road. The back end felt like it was trying to fall off as the car slowed down quickly,
the back tire mired in the soft dirt. She was breathing hard, the engine stalling as the car finally stopped moving, half of the car
leaning precariously to the side. She was barely on the road, grateful at least that she was okay.

The Deputy watched as the blue Honda slammed on the brakes, going through the stop sign before finally coming to rest half off the
road. He put the car in gear and gunned the engine, holding onto his coffee as the tires bit into the payment with a loud screech, and the
siren blared loudly. The radar gun lay on the seat beside him, the red LED blinking brightly 60. “I hope this one has a lot of money.”
Speeding, failure to stop at a stop sign and reckless driving. He’d earn his salary this week. The detour sign on the state highway had
got him another unsuspecting victim.

“This is my lucky day,” he rejoiced as he pulled behind the stranded car. He enjoyed the sight as the girl got out the door, obviously
shaken. She must have been about twenty years of age as she wore a short blue skirt that left a lot of naked leg exposed, a white pullover
that clung to a pair of luscious tits. Excited, his cock grew in his pants. Dexter had been a deputy for over a year, and girls like this
never came his way in the small Mississippi town he lived in. If they were attractive, the first thing they did was move out when they were
old enough. Far away. The only chance for sex was the brothel on the outskirts of town or the girls the Sheriff was able to collar. At
45, Sheriff Cody loved to ensnare lovely young girls in one of his speed traps in hopes they didn’t have the extravagant bail he required
for their release. He preferred to extract his pound of flesh from their young, nubile flesh. He had no moral qualms about forcefully
taking his pleasure. If they didn’t submit willingly, rape was a suitable alternative, often a better alternative, for Sheriff Cody enjoyed
their screams as he took them brutally.

And the chance of the girls being found quickly were slim, the town so far off the beaten path that nobody would ever consider looking
here. The men would be able to take their time taking the girls bodies with immunity. The townspeople of the small town put up with the
Sheriff’s depravity, all of them afforded their opportunity to delight in the hot, tight bodies of young girls, remembering what it was like
when they were young and their cocks hard as steel. The town only had fifty residents. The woman of the town refused to acknowledge what
happened in the town, not wanting to incur the wrath of the Sheriff and many glad that they didn’t have to accommodate the sick sexual
advances of their husbands, the men inflicting their perversions on the stupid girls that got caught up in the Sheriff’s traps. It would
serve them right.

Heather was grateful when the police car came pulling up, though the siren was deafening. Her car was half off of the road and by the
angle of the two side tires, there was something terribly wrong, both tires cocked to one side. She knew that it wasn’t going anywhere
under its own accord and looking around the deserted countryside, she was glad that the law officer was coming to her aid. She watched as
he stepped out of the car, his gray uniform clinging to his skin, his armpits circled with wetness, staining the shirt. He looked to be
about thirty, not handsome, but not ugly. He walked with a gait, his belt banging loudly as his gun and the other things that hung down
from his belt bounced noisily. “Thank you for stopping Sheriff,” smiling, hoping to get some sympathy. She already was short of money,
hoping her charge card could handle the bill, hoping there was someone nearby that could fix her car.

Dexter grinned at her, knowing the type. Using their bodies to tease men into doing their bidding. No, she wouldn’t have her way
this time. It would be Dexter that would do the taking. “Turn around Ma’am and put your hands behind your back.” His voice was gruff and
demanding. “And it’s Deputy.” He was already pulling out his handcuffs, letting them dangle noisily in front of him, seeing the shock in
her eyes as she stared at them.

“What do you mean? Deputy,” she added. “I just broke down.” Her eyes looked around nervously, nothing and no one in sight.

“You were speeding, running a stop sign and reckless driving Ma’am. Now put your hands behind your back. I won’t tell you again.”
He pulled out the black can out of his belt, MACE printed boldly on the outside, leaving no doubt as to what it contained. He saw her
hesitate, his hand gripping her closest arm and swinging her around like a doll, pushing her down onto the trunk of her car, his other hand
pushing hard onto her back.

He surprised her, Heather found herself bent over the trunk of her car, her white top pushed on the dirty trunk. His hands were
brutal, his fingers digging into her arm, sure that she would be bruised. His hand dug into her back as she found her arms pulled behind
her, scared when she felt the cold metal cuffs slipping over her wrists, the cuffs ratcheting down noisily until her wrist were trapped
painfully.

“Now you just stand real still while I search you for weapons. Real still,” he warned her. “I had a pretty little thing pull a knife
on me a couple of months ago so I don’t take no chances any longer.” That line always seemed to work, making them more scared that he would
do something foolish in order to protect himself. He looked down; her lovely ass shoved up high, his cock already throbbing for release in
his tight pants. He kept one hand on her wrists, keeping her bent over the trunk. He pushed his leg between hers, his heavy boots slammed
into her ankles while she gasped in pain. “You spread them pretty legs real wide now.” He kept up with his boots, the toe of his boot
banging into her ankle each time she tried to stop spreading her legs. He stopped when her legs were spread shoulder width. “Good girl,
now hold it right there for me. I’ve got to check you real good. Can’t take a chance of you hiding a weapon on the pretty body. The
Sheriff would have my ass.”

She could only tremble in fear as the Deputy spread her legs, her ankles sore from the constant pounding of his boot until she
complied, thankful that he stopped. She knew she must look obscene, her ass thrust up high, her legs spread. She could smell the Deputy as
he stood next to her, his sweat drenched body reeking of body odor. She felt him bending over, jumping when she felt his calloused hand on
the inside of her thigh. “NO!” She protested loudly.

He pinched the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “I ain’t going to tell you again. Now hold still.” His hand resumed the intimate
search.

It hurt when he pinched her, his powerful fingers gripping her skin as if it were in a vice. Her thighs trembled as his hand
returned, this time Heather holding still as it moved up her leg, pushing her skirt aside as it moved higher and higher under her skirt. It
felt like a snake moving along her skin as it slid so close to her sex. She jerked away from him suddenly, surprising him.

Just when he was about to get to the good part, she pushed away, scrambling away from his touch. “Damn,” he exclaimed loudly. He
would have to wait until he got her back to the jail, hoping the Sheriff would give him a shot at her lovely body, the cell leaving her no
place to hide. “Into the car,” he yelled at her, grabbing her and tossing her over to his police car, opening the back door, pushing her
head down as he threw her into the back seat unceremoniously. He watched as she scrambled to sit in the seat, her short skirt riding up
high to reveal a pair of powder blue panties that clung to her skin. He had hoped it was a thong, but his hopes were dashed as she turned
sideways, her ass cheeks covered by the thin fabric. He slammed the car door shut, going over to her car, pulling her purse out of the
front seat, taking the keys out and locking the car up. They would have it towed later.

“Please Deputy,” Heather tried to plead. “Let me go.” She tried to cover her legs, but the cuffs behind her back prevented her from
doing much. The hump in the back seat kept a leg on each side.

He turned around to look at her, her breasts thrust out so seductively, the handcuffs leaving her with no option. He looked at her
legs, parted slightly by the hump on the floor, the short skirt hiked up high, catching another glimpse of the powder blue panties alluring
him with what lay between her legs. “As soon as we get our restitution for your crimes,” a snicker in his voice. He drove off, looking
into his rear view mirror as he drove the short distance to the jail, his cock throbbing as he gazed at the darkness beneath her skirt. />
Heather was at least grateful when they pulled into the town, if that is what you could call it. More of a collection of five stores,
a couple of houses partially obscured by the trees in the distance. Another police car was parked in the back of the jail as they pulled
up. The Deputy got out of the car, came around and opened up the door for Heather.

“Out of the car, ma’am.” He reached in before she could even react. Heather finding herself manhandled as he pulled her out of the
police car.

She was yanked out and thrust in the back door of the jail before she could do anything but stumble along, trying not to fall down.
There was a group of cells, each open, bars the only protection from prying eyes. In each cell was a naked toilet, parked starkly to the
side, a small sink attached to the wall. A cot was in the center of each cell. Heather looked into the cells, two blank faces staring back
at her. Both were about her age, one looking down when Heather’s eyes met her as if she were ashamed of something. The other stared at her
with sympathy. Heather found herself shoved into the next room, her eyes catching the Sheriff behind the desk. He looked about fifty, a
bit fat, his stomach hung over his gun belt, his shirt soaked in sweat as the jail’s air conditioner hummed noisily but failed to keep the
oppressive heat from the room. The Deputy slammed the door that separated this room from the jail cells.

Sheriff Cody smiled as the deputy shoved the young girl forward. “My, this must be our lucky day. This one makes three.” He looked
at the girl that stood trembling before him. She was the prettiest of all of them, but she had a defiant look on her face. He was going to
enjoy inflicting his perversions on her, in spite of her reluctance. And maybe because of it.

“I didn’t do anything Sheriff,” Heather burst out, hoping that she would get some sympathy from the Sheriff. Her head reeled from the
blow, never seeing it coming. The Sheriff jumped out of the chair with a dexterity that surprised her because of his size, his hand coming
around and slapped the side of her face with such force that her head spun to the side, her lip bleeding from the blow. “You just hush up
you little slut.”

He stepped back to his chair, seeing the tears in her eyes, her cheek already turning red from the slap. He picked up the ticket the
Deputy had written. “Speeding, Reckless Driving, Failure to stop at a stop sign. You certainly have been a bad girl.” He smiled at her,
hoping that she was truly a bad girl, his cock throbbing for release, three girls now available for his picking. “Two thousand dollars
bail,” he proudly exclaimed. “How would you like to pay, cash or credit card?”

Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, his words rang out in the room. Two thousand dollars! “What!” She didn’t have
anything near that amount, she was lucky if she could get a couple of hundred dollars from her credit card and maybe fifty bucks in her
purse.

“You heard the Sheriff. Two thousand dollars.” The Deputy was hoping that she didn’t have the money. He walked over to the Sheriff,
whispering in his ear. “Can I have the little slut first if she doesn’t pay?”

The Sheriff looked at his Deputy. He had the other two in cells, neither of them able to afford the bail. He could start with them,
sure that this little filly would still be available for something more perverse than a regular fuck that the Deputy would subject her to.
“I think so,” he whispered back at him. “But I think we better chain her to the bed. I don’t think she will be very cooperative.”

The Deputy stood up, moving towards Heather, smiling. He would enjoy raping this one while bound to the bed. The other girls would
be able to see what happens if they don’t cooperate.

“I don’t have that kind of money. Let me call my parents, they’ll send the money.” She hoped that once she talked to her parents,
they would come down and straighten out this hick Sheriff and his Deputy.

“Give me the number and I’ll call.”

She looked at him, knowing that this is not what she wanted. She wanted to explain it to her parents. She knew her parents would
figure out something was wrong when the Sheriff called, two thousand dollars an exaggerated bail. “555-678-4567.”

The Sheriff wrote it down. He looked up at her. “We’ll put you in a cell until I can contact your parents. It shouldn’t be long.
I’ll call as soon as I get you comfortable in a cell”

Heather felt better already; maybe the Sheriff wasn’t so bad in spite of the burning of her cheek. She had a way of coming on too
strong sometimes; sure that she probably just offended the Sheriff. They both walked back into the row of cells, one on each side of her.
They opened the door to the last cell, both of them pushing her inside. She was relieved when the Deputy unlocked the handcuffs, Heather
bringing her hands in front of her, rubbing the circulation back into her wrists.

They pounced on her when she was the most vulnerable. Heather was relaxing her guard when they removed the handcuffs from her wrists.
Her head was bowed down when they jumped her, each of them gripping one of her wrists and throwing her down onto the cot before she could
even shout out a protest. She struggled, but they already had out a pair of shackles, slipping the heavy iron manacle around her wrists,
pulling the chain back until they clipped it on the upper bed post, snapping them tightly on the rings that were conveniently located in all
four corners.

“WWWWWHHHAAATT!!!!” She found her body thrown down on the bed, the men on her with a vigor that shocked her. Her arms were thrust up
over her head, feeling the bite of the metal as her wrists were trapped in the shackles, screaming as she struggled. “YOU BASTARDS!” She
kicked the air fruitlessly, the men adept at staying away from her legs. She looked up at the two grinning faces, yanking on her arms, her
arms stretched up high over her head, bound to the bed posts. “Please!” She tried begging, but the men moved to her legs, feeling their
hot, sweaty hands on her ankles, Heather panicking as she saw another pair of shackles, these thicker. She struggled, but her muscles grew
weary as their powerful hands held her tight. “NOOOO!” She felt her legs spread, terror in her eyes as she realized how vulnerable she
would be, the metal shackles digging into her slim ankles, the closing of the chains sounding so final. Each of them men tugged on her
legs, Heather struggling to close her legs, her thighs trembling as she lost the battle, the men yanking her legs open as if she was a
chicken being plucked. She could only watch in fear as they snapped the chain to the rings on the bed posts, a feature of the bed that
Heather failed to see before.

They stood up, leering down at Heather as she laid spread on the bed; her short skirt had ridden high up her thighs, the Sheriff
almost able to see the dark shadow between her legs.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Heather’s voice trembled in fear, her eyes not failing to see the bulges in the two men’s pants that
towered over her bound body. The shackles dug into her skin, the metal clanging as she continued to test the chains that kept her spread to
the four corners of the bed.

“I thought you might want to raise your bail money.” The Deputy gazed down at her proud breasts heaving up and down beneath the short
top, moving down to the wide expanse of naked thigh exposed by her fighting, her skirt not hiding much from their view, her spread legs
preventing their raping eyes from devouring her sex.

“What do you mean?” Heather was sure what he wanted, knowing that she wouldn’t submit to their blackmail. No way would she give her
innocence to these filthy men.

“I think a nice little fuck and maybe I can get the Sheriff to reduce your bail.” The Deputy looked over at the Sheriff. “And maybe
suck the Sheriff off and you can go free.”

“I’ll never submit to such a thing. You’ll have to rape me first.” She knew they weren’t stupid enough to do such a thing. This was
the United States, they would be punished it they took her like that. She was adamant.

“I was hoping that you’d see it that way. I love to rape pretty little girls like you.” Dexter rubbed his cock beneath his pants,
eager to get inside this young girl.

The Sheriff turned to the two other frightened girls that were watching this strange charade happen in front of them. “And let this
be a lesson to the both of you when it is your turn to decide.” He looked at Emily, seeing her lower her head in shame at his lustful gaze.
He would love humiliating her to perform. Jessica would be more willing, hoping to trade her cooperation for more lenient terms. The
Sheriff and his friends though would love forcing her to continue making choices, to perform more degrading and perverse tasks each time. To
drive her body to the depths of hell to satisfy the jaded sexual tastes of the men. He walked out of the cell, closing the door as the
Deputy stroked his cock through his pants as he stared down lustily at Heather.


Excerpt..

Chapter 1: Caught


It was a sweltering hot day, the air conditioner in the car strained to keep cool as Heather drove the back road. The state highway

she was on had a large detour sign on it, Heather getting off and onto the skinny two lane road. That had been over a half an hour ago, the

road getting more desolate and skinner the longer she drove. Her hopes for a gas station or store for directions had dimmed the longer she

drove. She would have turned around, but she was the internal optimist, sure that the state highway would be around the next turn.


She had another two hours to get back to the University, the long weekend home just what she needed to relax from the pressure of

freshman year in college. She had many different hopes when starting out in college; new dreams and aspirations. College wasn’t what she

had expected, having come from a small town where she was head cheerleader and Student Council President. At college, she was just another

pretty face among the thousands of pretty faces. Nothing special. She was having trouble fitting in, where before it only took a sway of

her hips or the grace of her smile. In college, she was failing to get recognized or appreciated. Even the boys seem to pass her by, not

like in high school where she had her pick of many and dated the football captain. Sex though, was a different story. Heather was a rarity

among the other girls, a virgin, while other girls hooked up with guys with abandonment for self gratification. Even with her lush body,

the other boys seem to be able to see through her, a tease they called her. She had talked to her parents, needing reassurance that it

wasn’t wrong to be a virgin. She needed reassurance that when she finally found the right man, it would be worth it to finally give him the

most precious gift a girl could give, her innocence. Only her parents could give her that peace of mind, and that is what they did.


“DDDDDAAAAMMMNN!!!!!!” She screamed as she slammed on the brakes, the small cars rear end sliding to the side of the road as Heather

struggled to keep the car on the skinny pavement. Out of nowhere the stop signed had popped up, as Heather caught a glimpse of a speed

limit sign of 25 miles per hour out of the corner of her eye. She struggled to stop the car, glancing to see that she was doing over 60

miles per hour at the time. The rear end of the car fishtailed back and forth before she heard the thump as the rear tire slipped off of

the pavement into the soft ground at the side of the road. The back end felt like it was trying to fall off as the car slowed down quickly,

the back tire mired in the soft dirt. She was breathing hard, the engine stalling as the car finally stopped moving, half of the car

leaning precariously to the side. She was barely on the road, grateful at least that she was okay.


The Deputy watched as the blue Honda slammed on the brakes, going through the stop sign before finally coming to rest half off the

road. He put the car in gear and gunned the engine, holding onto his coffee as the tires bit into the payment with a loud screech, and the

siren blared loudly. The radar gun lay on the seat beside him, the red LED blinking brightly 60. “I hope this one has a lot of money.”

Speeding, failure to stop at a stop sign and reckless driving. He’d earn his salary this week. The detour sign on the state highway had

got him another unsuspecting victim.


“This is my lucky day,” he rejoiced as he pulled behind the stranded car. He enjoyed the sight as the girl got out the door, obviously

shaken. She must have been about twenty years of age as she wore a short blue skirt that left a lot of naked leg exposed, a white pullover

that clung to a pair of luscious tits. Excited, his cock grew in his pants. Dexter had been a deputy for over a year, and girls like this

never came his way in the small Mississippi town he lived in. If they were attractive, the first thing they did was move out when they were

old enough. Far away. The only chance for sex was the brothel on the outskirts of town or the girls the Sheriff was able to collar. At

45, Sheriff Cody loved to ensnare lovely young girls in one of his speed traps in hopes they didn’t have the extravagant bail he required

for their release. He preferred to extract his pound of flesh from their young, nubile flesh. He had no moral qualms about forcefully

taking his pleasure. If they didn’t submit willingly, rape was a suitable alternative, often a better alternative, for Sheriff Cody enjoyed

their screams as he took them brutally.


And the chance of the girls being found quickly were slim, the town so far off the beaten path that nobody would ever consider looking

here. The men would be able to take their time taking the girls bodies with immunity. The townspeople of the small town put up with the

Sheriff’s depravity, all of them afforded their opportunity to delight in the hot, tight bodies of young girls, remembering what it was like

when they were young and their cocks hard as steel. The town only had fifty residents. The woman of the town refused to acknowledge what

happened in the town, not wanting to incur the wrath of the Sheriff and many glad that they didn’t have to accommodate the sick sexual

advances of their husbands, the men inflicting their perversions on the stupid girls that got caught up in the Sheriff’s traps. It would

serve them right.


Heather was grateful when the police car came pulling up, though the siren was deafening. Her car was half off of the road and by the

angle of the two side tires, there was something terribly wrong, both tires cocked to one side. She knew that it wasn’t going anywhere

under its own accord and looking around the deserted countryside, she was glad that the law officer was coming to her aid. She watched as

he stepped out of the car, his gray uniform clinging to his skin, his armpits circled with wetness, staining the shirt. He looked to be

about thirty, not handsome, but not ugly. He walked with a gait, his belt banging loudly as his gun and the other things that hung down

from his belt bounced noisily. “Thank you for stopping Sheriff,” smiling, hoping to get some sympathy. She already was short of money,

hoping her charge card could handle the bill, hoping there was someone nearby that could fix her car.


Dexter grinned at her, knowing the type. Using their bodies to tease men into doing their bidding. No, she wouldn’t have her way

this time. It would be Dexter that would do the taking. “Turn around Ma’am and put your hands behind your back.” His voice was gruff and

demanding. “And it’s Deputy.” He was already pulling out his handcuffs, letting them dangle noisily in front of him, seeing the shock in

her eyes as she stared at them.


“What do you mean? Deputy,” she added. “I just broke down.” Her eyes looked around nervously, nothing and no one in sight.


“You were speeding, running a stop sign and reckless driving Ma’am. Now put your hands behind your back. I won’t tell you again.”

He pulled out the black can out of his belt, MACE printed boldly on the outside, leaving no doubt as to what it contained. He saw her

hesitate, his hand gripping her closest arm and swinging her around like a doll, pushing her down onto the trunk of her car, his other hand

pushing hard onto her back.


He surprised her, Heather found herself bent over the trunk of her car, her white top pushed on the dirty trunk. His hands were

brutal, his fingers digging into her arm, sure that she would be bruised. His hand dug into her back as she found her arms pulled behind

her, scared when she felt the cold metal cuffs slipping over her wrists, the cuffs ratcheting down noisily until her wrist were trapped

painfully.


“Now you just stand real still while I search you for weapons. Real still,” he warned her. “I had a pretty little thing pull a knife

on me a couple of months ago so I don’t take no chances any longer.” That line always seemed to work, making them more scared that he would

do something foolish in order to protect himself. He looked down; her lovely ass shoved up high, his cock already throbbing for release in

his tight pants. He kept one hand on her wrists, keeping her bent over the trunk. He pushed his leg between hers, his heavy boots slammed

into her ankles while she gasped in pain. “You spread them pretty legs real wide now.” He kept up with his boots, the toe of his boot

banging into her ankle each time she tried to stop spreading her legs. He stopped when her legs were spread shoulder width. “Good girl,

now hold it right there for me. I’ve got to check you real good. Can’t take a chance of you hiding a weapon on the pretty body. The

Sheriff would have my ass.”


She could only tremble in fear as the Deputy spread her legs, her ankles sore from the constant pounding of his boot until she

complied, thankful that he stopped. She knew she must look obscene, her ass thrust up high, her legs spread. She could smell the Deputy as

he stood next to her, his sweat drenched body reeking of body odor. She felt him bending over, jumping when she felt his calloused hand on

the inside of her thigh. “NO!” She protested loudly.


He pinched the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “I ain’t going to tell you again. Now hold still.” His hand resumed the intimate

search.


It hurt when he pinched her, his powerful fingers gripping her skin as if it were in a vice. Her thighs trembled as his hand

returned, this time Heather holding still as it moved up her leg, pushing her skirt aside as it moved higher and higher under her skirt. It

felt like a snake moving along her skin as it slid so close to her sex. She jerked away from him suddenly, surprising him.


Just when he was about to get to the good part, she pushed away, scrambling away from his touch. “Damn,” he exclaimed loudly. He

would have to wait until he got her back to the jail, hoping the Sheriff would give him a shot at her lovely body, the cell leaving her no

place to hide. “Into the car,” he yelled at her, grabbing her and tossing her over to his police car, opening the back door, pushing her

head down as he threw her into the back seat unceremoniously. He watched as she scrambled to sit in the seat, her short skirt riding up

high to reveal a pair of powder blue panties that clung to her skin. He had hoped it was a thong, but his hopes were dashed as she turned

sideways, her ass cheeks covered by the thin fabric. He slammed the car door shut, going over to her car, pulling her purse out of the

front seat, taking the keys out and locking the car up. They would have it towed later.


“Please Deputy,” Heather tried to plead. “Let me go.” She tried to cover her legs, but the cuffs behind her back prevented her from

doing much. The hump in the back seat kept a leg on each side.


He turned around to look at her, her breasts thrust out so seductively, the handcuffs leaving her with no option. He looked at her

legs, parted slightly by the hump on the floor, the short skirt hiked up high, catching another glimpse of the powder blue panties alluring

him with what lay between her legs. “As soon as we get our restitution for your crimes,” a snicker in his voice. He drove off, looking

into his rear view mirror as he drove the short distance to the jail, his cock throbbing as he gazed at the darkness beneath her skirt.
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Heather was at least grateful when they pulled into the town, if that is what you could call it. More of a collection of five stores,

a couple of houses partially obscured by the trees in the distance. Another police car was parked in the back of the jail as they pulled

up. The Deputy got out of the car, came around and opened up the door for Heather.


“Out of the car, ma’am.” He reached in before she could even react. Heather finding herself manhandled as he pulled her out of the

police car.


She was yanked out and thrust in the back door of the jail before she could do anything but stumble along, trying not to fall down.

There was a group of cells, each open, bars the only protection from prying eyes. In each cell was a naked toilet, parked starkly to the

side, a small sink attached to the wall. A cot was in the center of each cell. Heather looked into the cells, two blank faces staring back

at her. Both were about her age, one looking down when Heather’s eyes met her as if she were ashamed of something. The other stared at her

with sympathy. Heather found herself shoved into the next room, her eyes catching the Sheriff behind the desk. He looked about fifty, a

bit fat, his stomach hung over his gun belt, his shirt soaked in sweat as the jail’s air conditioner hummed noisily but failed to keep the

oppressive heat from the room. The Deputy slammed the door that separated this room from the jail cells.


Sheriff Cody smiled as the deputy shoved the young girl forward. “My, this must be our lucky day. This one makes three.” He looked

at the girl that stood trembling before him. She was the prettiest of all of them, but she had a defiant look on her face. He was going to

enjoy inflicting his perversions on her, in spite of her reluctance. And maybe because of it.


“I didn’t do anything Sheriff,” Heather burst out, hoping that she would get some sympathy from the Sheriff. Her head reeled from the

blow, never seeing it coming. The Sheriff jumped out of the chair with a dexterity that surprised her because of his size, his hand coming

around and slapped the side of her face with such force that her head spun to the side, her lip bleeding from the blow. “You just hush up

you little slut.”


He stepped back to his chair, seeing the tears in her eyes, her cheek already turning red from the slap. He picked up the ticket the

Deputy had written. “Speeding, Reckless Driving, Failure to stop at a stop sign. You certainly have been a bad girl.” He smiled at her,

hoping that she was truly a bad girl, his cock throbbing for release, three girls now available for his picking. “Two thousand dollars

bail,” he proudly exclaimed. “How would you like to pay, cash or credit card?”


Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, his words rang out in the room. Two thousand dollars! “What!” She didn’t have

anything near that amount, she was lucky if she could get a couple of hundred dollars from her credit card and maybe fifty bucks in her

purse.


“You heard the Sheriff. Two thousand dollars.” The Deputy was hoping that she didn’t have the money. He walked over to the Sheriff,

whispering in his ear. “Can I have the little slut first if she doesn’t pay?”


The Sheriff looked at his Deputy. He had the other two in cells, neither of them able to afford the bail. He could start with them,

sure that this little filly would still be available for something more perverse than a regular fuck that the Deputy would subject her to.

“I think so,” he whispered back at him. “But I think we better chain her to the bed. I don’t think she will be very cooperative.”


The Deputy stood up, moving towards Heather, smiling. He would enjoy raping this one while bound to the bed. The other girls would

be able to see what happens if they don’t cooperate.


“I don’t have that kind of money. Let me call my parents, they’ll send the money.” She hoped that once she talked to her parents,

they would come down and straighten out this hick Sheriff and his Deputy.


“Give me the number and I’ll call.”


She looked at him, knowing that this is not what she wanted. She wanted to explain it to her parents. She knew her parents would

figure out something was wrong when the Sheriff called, two thousand dollars an exaggerated bail. “555-678-4567.”


The Sheriff wrote it down. He looked up at her. “We’ll put you in a cell until I can contact your parents. It shouldn’t be long.

I’ll call as soon as I get you comfortable in a cell”


Heather felt better already; maybe the Sheriff wasn’t so bad in spite of the burning of her cheek. She had a way of coming on too

strong sometimes; sure that she probably just offended the Sheriff. They both walked back into the row of cells, one on each side of her.

They opened the door to the last cell, both of them pushing her inside. She was relieved when the Deputy unlocked the handcuffs, Heather

bringing her hands in front of her, rubbing the circulation back into her wrists.


They pounced on her when she was the most vulnerable. Heather was relaxing her guard when they removed the handcuffs from her wrists.

Her head was bowed down when they jumped her, each of them gripping one of her wrists and throwing her down onto the cot before she could

even shout out a protest. She struggled, but they already had out a pair of shackles, slipping the heavy iron manacle around her wrists,

pulling the chain back until they clipped it on the upper bed post, snapping them tightly on the rings that were conveniently located in all

four corners.


“WWWWWHHHAAATT!!!!” She found her body thrown down on the bed, the men on her with a vigor that shocked her. Her arms were thrust up

over her head, feeling the bite of the metal as her wrists were trapped in the shackles, screaming as she struggled. “YOU BASTARDS!” She

kicked the air fruitlessly, the men adept at staying away from her legs. She looked up at the two grinning faces, yanking on her arms, her

arms stretched up high over her head, bound to the bed posts. “Please!” She tried begging, but the men moved to her legs, feeling their

hot, sweaty hands on her ankles, Heather panicking as she saw another pair of shackles, these thicker. She struggled, but her muscles grew

weary as their powerful hands held her tight. “NOOOO!” She felt her legs spread, terror in her eyes as she realized how vulnerable she

would be, the metal shackles digging into her slim ankles, the closing of the chains sounding so final. Each of them men tugged on her

legs, Heather struggling to close her legs, her thighs trembling as she lost the battle, the men yanking her legs open as if she was a

chicken being plucked. She could only watch in fear as they snapped the chain to the rings on the bed posts, a feature of the bed that

Heather failed to see before.


They stood up, leering down at Heather as she laid spread on the bed; her short skirt had ridden high up her thighs, the Sheriff

almost able to see the dark shadow between her legs.


“Why are you doing this to me?” Heather’s voice trembled in fear, her eyes not failing to see the bulges in the two men’s pants that

towered over her bound body. The shackles dug into her skin, the metal clanging as she continued to test the chains that kept her spread to

the four corners of the bed.


“I thought you might want to raise your bail money.” The Deputy gazed down at her proud breasts heaving up and down beneath the short

top, moving down to the wide expanse of naked thigh exposed by her fighting, her skirt not hiding much from their view, her spread legs

preventing their raping eyes from devouring her sex.


“What do you mean?” Heather was sure what he wanted, knowing that she wouldn’t submit to their blackmail. No way would she give her

innocence to these filthy men.


“I think a nice little fuck and maybe I can get the Sheriff to reduce your bail.” The Deputy looked over at the Sheriff. “And maybe

suck the Sheriff off and you can go free.”


“I’ll never submit to such a thing. You’ll have to rape me first.” She knew they weren’t stupid enough to do such a thing. This was

the United States, they would be punished it they took her like that. She was adamant.


“I was hoping that you’d see it that way. I love to rape pretty little girls like you.” Dexter rubbed his cock beneath his pants,

eager to get inside this young girl.


The Sheriff turned to the two other frightened girls that were watching this strange charade happen in front of them. “And let this

be a lesson to the both of you when it is your turn to decide.” He looked at Emily, seeing her lower her head in shame at his lustful gaze.

He would love humiliating her to perform. Jessica would be more willing, hoping to trade her cooperation for more lenient terms. The

Sheriff and his friends though would love forcing her to continue making choices, to perform more degrading and perverse tasks each time. To

drive her body to the depths of hell to satisfy the jaded sexual tastes of the men. He walked out of the cell, closing the door as the

Deputy stroked his cock through his pants as he stared down lustily at Heather.



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Author Information

Powerone resides at the beach in San Diego where scantily clad females
forever perk his imagination.

A prolific, best selling author, he captivates readers by bringing them into the minds of both male and female lead characters. With vivid description and rich detail, Powerone draws readers
into a world often found only in fantasy and leaves them aching for more.

 


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