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.