Chapter 9
The frightened blond slumped onto the bunk in her small cell. Her body still shook, her heart still beat wildly. They would not pay attention to her story. There was no way she could convince the men that she was a victim, not a partner to the threesome. The fact that the other three had used her car that morning only made things worse. Since her car had been returned to her, the sheriff was certain that Karen had been associated with the three men who had robbed a service station just outside of town.
"I'll just bet you were kidnapped," one of the deputies laughed coarsely as she rode back to town, squeezed between two heavy officers. "I'll just bet you were!"
His hand laid along her thigh. He now gripped her leg suggestively and laughed once again. Even in the darkened interior of the car Karen could see him beginning to bulge in his groin. His hand trembled as he brought it higher up along her thigh and let it press against her pussy.
"Yeah," he chuckled lewdly. "I'll bet they had to force you. You sure didn't seemed forced when we found the four of you all cozy in bed together. We sure the hell didn't see anyone holding you down."
His partner reached over and patted her tits through the sweatshirt. He lifted each young breast appreciatively and thumbed a nipple as his cock began to swell inside his pants. The little blond sat helpless, her hands secured in the handcuffs, unable to protect herself in any way from the two burly deputies.
"You pot heads are all alike," the man on her left chuckled. "You think we're stupid because we don't live in the city. Little girl, you'll learn a lot about us before you get out of here."
"Maybe she thinks we don't know about fucking," his companion laughed. "Maybe she thinks we don't even know where to find her pussy."
The other man grabbed her cunt in a firm grip and joined in the laughter. Karen jumped from the force with which he clutched her pussy. He pressed the rough cloth of her jeans into her slit and rubbed firmly. His pants were very swollen by now, swollen and trembling where his cock responded to his feeling her cunt.
"Man, she's sure got a pair of tits," the one on her right gasped as he reached beneath the shirt and covered one heaving breast with his hands. "God, I could go crazy over these boobs. No wonder that tall guy looked so dazed and satisfied. Tell me, baby, did he suck them good? Did he give them a good workout while he fucked you?"
"If you like tits so much," the other commented, "you ought to be up ahead with the redhead. Damn, if hers weren't the biggest I ever saw."
"Yeah," the tit-man answered, "but our little blond friend here has more class. Man, these are high-class tits. They've got all sorts of bounce to them."
He illustrated his observation by happily bouncing each breast lightly beneath Karen's shirt. He caught the underside of a tit on his fingers and lifted it with a soft, shuddering motion. The blond could sense the rapid increase in lust on the part of both men. She expected to be raped by them at almost any moment. She probably would have been, had there been room in the car. As it was, all the men could accomplish was to terrorize the girl while they felt her up. The man to her left had just gotten up the courage to lift her shirt and begin sucking at her tits when they came to the small town.
"Damn!" he snorted, then called out to the driver. "Will, why don't you drive us back out into the country for a few minutes?"
"No way!" the driver answered. "Shit! You guys have me all horny from listening to you and watching you in the mirror. I'll be damned if I'm going to drive around while you get the meat. Besides, the Sheriff wouldn't like it if we took advantage of her before he had his chance. You see the way he eyed her back there?"
"You mean the old man wants to fuck her?" the man to the girl's right asked.
"Shit!" Will answered. "There hasn't been a broad in jail in three years that he hasn't stuck his pecker in. He hasn't cared whether they were pretty or ugly. As long as they've got a hole between their legs, he's going to fuck them."
"He can't get away with that," the blond protested. "That's illegal. I've seen about that sort of stuff on TV."
All three men began to laugh at her protestation. Her thigh stung where one of them slapped it roughly in his delight. The rear seat of the car shook from the amusement of the two huge deputies beside her.
"You can forget all of that," she was assured. "The sheriff owns this town. Nobody is going to help you against him. You'd better give him a good fuck tonight. That would be your best bet. Then maybe he'll have the judge assign you to his house so he can get a fuck every day. Yeah, you take care of the Sheriff and you'll be better off."
The girl sat in her cell and remembered the suggestions of the deputies. She shuddered at the thought that she might be given a jail term. The smell of this place offended her. The way she had been treated when they questioned her offended her even more. She had tried to demand the right to make a phone call. Apparently they ran their jail here like they wanted, with no regard for anyone's rights. A sinking feeling possessed Karen as she realized that they could treat her pretty much as they wanted and there was no one to help her out. No one knew where she was. Once more she cursed herself for her stupidity. If she just hadn't been such a fool. If she had just gone ahead and fucked with Bob. If! If! If! She leaned back against the wall, completely disgusted with the mess she had gotten herself into.
"Come on, honey," a deep female voice called to her. "Let's get you cleaned up."
Karen looked up to see a large woman opening her cell. The woman had a pleasant enough face. She smiled at the blond and held the door open, inviting the girl to join her.
"I'll bet you're in need of a good shower," she laughed. "From what they tell me, you must have a hell of a lot of cum on you. Let's get you cleaned up and see if you feel any better."
"Please," Karen said, approaching her as she followed the woman out into the hallway. "Please help me. Help me get a message to a friend. He'll pay whatever fine is necessary. Please!"
"Listen," the woman told her in a low voice. "You behave yourself and everything will be all right. You just cooperate and it won't be so bad.
You make trouble, though, and we'll show you what trouble is."
The pleasant expression on the woman's face turned suddenly hard. She glared at the girl for a moment, then took her by the arm and led her down the hallway to a small bathroom. They went inside together. The big woman stood aside and pointed to the shower stall.
"There," she grunted. "Get those clothes off and clean yourself up. Here, here's some soap. I'll have a towel for you as soon as you've gotten all that dried cum off you."
The woman's eyes glittered as Karen undressed. She smiled at the display of young tits and lean thighs. She nodded knowingly as she saw the provocative thrust of the blonde's ass.
"Yes," she acknowledged. "You have just as sweet a body as they told me. I'll bet those hoods had themselves one hell of a ball with that sweet little body."
"They made me!" Karen insisted. "They took me and my car. The only hope I had to get away was to let them do it."
"Sure, honey, sure!" the woman smiled. "Hannah knows about that sort of thing. Sure you let them. I'll just bet you did. You rich cunts from the city all 'want the chance to get fucked by guys like that. You come out there and get that cock you've been looking for. If you get caught at it you start yelling rape. I know about your kind."
It was no use. Every time she tried to talk to someone she met the same thing. Karen sighed disgustedly and turned on the spray of water. At least she would have a few minutes to herself. At least she could stand under the warm spray and feel safe. For the next few minutes, anyway, no one was going to try to fuck her.
She stood in the refreshing flow of the water, soaping herself completely, then caressed her tight skin in an attempt to relax. She succeeded to a small extent, probably would have relaxed more had it not been for the command from the woman who waited for her.
"Don't take all night," Hannah called to her. "I've got more to do than stand here while you spend the night in the shower."
Karen sighed and rinsed the soap from her body. She stepped out and started to pick up her clothes once more. Instead, the woman handed her a thin blue robe to put on.
"We'll toss those in the washer," she grunted as she indicated the dirty jeans and shirt. "Put this on for now."
"I've a suitcase in my car," Karen suggested. "If you could get that. . . "
"This isn't a luxury hotel, you know!" Hannah cut her words off. "You wear what I tell you to wear!"
Damn, the blond thought, she's awfully touchy. The big woman was in command, though. Karen meekly slipped into the smock as soon as she had briefly toweled herself. She watched Hannah roll her clothes into a small wad, then followed the woman back into the hall. They did not return to the cell. Instead, the girl was led in the other direction and taken to a small bedroom. The sight of the bed left no doubt in the blonde's mind as to why she had been allowed to shower. The Sheriff like a clean girl when he fucked.
Hannah motioned to the bed, then pulled the blue robe off Karen's shoulders. She said nothing more, merely left the girl alone in the room and locked the door behind her. The apprehensive young woman stood naked and insecure beside the bed, waiting for the sound of the door opening once more. She didn't have to wait long. In less than five minutes a key turned in the lock and the door opened to admit the Sheriff. He stood a moment, looking appreciatively over the girl's body, then nodded his approval.
"You'll do, honey," he told her. "Hop in bed while I get undressed."
Karen eased down on the bed and watched him unbuckle his heavy belt. He quickly stripped down and walked toward her. He looked far less threatening now that he was naked, far less powerful. He looked, really, quite small and frail. Karen lay back for him to slip in beside her. She automatically reached for his cock and took it between her fingers in a slow pumping motion. She did it automatically, but she would have done it anyway. She had been advised to take care of this old man. If she gave him a good fuck, then she might be able to get a favor in return. She wanted that passionately. Ohhhhh, how she wanted him to do her one big favor-to let her get the hell out of this town.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, thrusting her tits against his face as he came after them. "Oooooo, kiss them! Suck them! Mmmmmmm!"
"Hell yes!" he grunted. "I haven't had such young pussy in weeks. About all I ever get in this jail is an old wino. Hot damn! Tonight I've got you and the stacked redhead both."
He sucked noisily on her tits. His hands groped frantically over her body, delighted with the satin touch of her skin. He drew his hand sensuously along her thigh, then pressed a finger into her cunt.
Karen gasped at the anxious impatience his body showed. He went after her like he'd been starved, like he'd been without any pussy for years.
The blond held tightly about his cock as it swelled and heated in her hand. She let him thrust it back and forth, then felt him begin to shake with excitement as he laid her back on the bed and climbed over her. His breath was coming in short gasps as he spread her thighs and let her point his prick into her pussy. He leaped at the thrill of touching his cockhead into her soft cunt, then drove his meat into her with amazing strength. He balled her vigorously, his hands tugging at her tits. Then he bent his waist and got his mouth back on her breasts. She shuddered at the force of his suction and rolled about beneath him while he tongued each nipple into glowing hardness.
"Ohhhhhh, what sweet pussy!" he gasped. "Damn! What a lucky break getting that tip off."
Karen frowned beneath his driving fuck. His comment had struck her consciousness. A tip off! The image of Jim, his face covered with blood, writhing about on the ground beneath Basil's tall and menacing figure flashed through her mind. The three men had gotten even. They had tipped off the Sheriff and caused the raid on the shack. Damn them! Damn! Damn!
The Sheriff noticed her loss of concentration. He drove his cock at her viciously and pulled her face around so he could look into her eyes. He pierced her with his gaze, trying to tell her she'd better get back with it.
"What the hell's happened to you?" he asked gruffly. "Where did all that cooperation go?"
"Sorry," she gasped. "I realized what you had said and it shocked me. Please, I'll give you a good fuck. Don't get mad at me."
She struggled to put the thought of the betrayal out of her head. It was all right for Jim to sick the cops on Basil and the other two. She resented his getting her caught in all that, though. Then she suddenly realized that Jim had no way of knowing whether she would have still been at the cabin. It had been hours after the three bloody men had left that the deputies came charging through the door. Maybe the trio even waited long enough to give her a chance to leave before setting up the bust. She felt better, a little better. At least she felt enough better to force herself back into the fuck.
"Pour it to me," she purred to the Sheriff. "Fuck away! Ram that sweet pecker through me!"
He smiled as he accepted her return to action. The old man caught her ass in one hand, a tit in the other, and balled her with renewed ferocity. Karen gasped at the amazing strength he had for his age. He moved his body from side to side to increase the delicious friction inside her pussy. His hand rolled her buttock around and around until she felt a deep, erotic glow all about her ass. The blond grasped him about the waist with her legs and rode him wildly as he fucked her.
"That's my girl!" he said. "That's my sexy girl. Ohhhhh, baby, what a sweet little pussy!"
"Yes!" she gasped back at him. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ooooooo, I want to feel it! I want to feel the cum blow into me! Mmmmmmmm! Yes!"
His body began to shake. His cock vibrated wildly as he pumped it along the insides of her cunt. He gasped helplessly for air, his chest rubbing sensuously over her lunging tits. Karen felt her orgasm swelling up inside her as his pecker turned suddenly much hotter. She felt the way his charge drove up through the driving shaft, then screamed her ecstasy as his wad came boiling into her cunt.
"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" he grunted as he fucked her roughly. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Here it comes! Here it comes, baby! Ohhhh!"
"Let it blow!" she screamed back to him. "Let it all come out! Give me a ride! Give me a hell of a ride! Oooooo, I like it! Fuck me! Ooooooo!"
She began chattering away, making little sense other than shouting her demand for more fucking, for deeper thrusts, for hotter cum. Her pussy exploded into her orgasm as she held tightly about his waist and panted through her roaring climax. As they finally subsided, the old man caressed her tits softly and gently. He leaned his lips to hers and kissed her affectionately. He kissed her as though she were his daughter, chaste and pure. It seemed so unreal, so inappropriate after the rolling fuck they had just completed.
Later he lay back and smiled as Hannah came for her. The blond blew him a kiss as she was led back out into the hall. She couldn't quite understand why she was taken away. The old man's cock was up and hard again. Shit! He was ready for another fuck. No need to take her away yet.
She understood, however, as they passed a deputy leading Marti down the hall toward the room. The redhead looked questioningly at the blond, her eyes trying to read how well the younger woman was standing up under the jail treatment. She frowned as she tried to read the message Karen mouthed with her lips. As her expression showed confusion, the blond decided to risk speaking out loud.
"It was Jim," she told the redhead. "Jim was the one who ratted. He tipped the cops off!"
A gleam of pure anger and hatred flashed through the eyes of the red-haired girl. She nodded silently at the blond, her face showing cold determination. Karen had little doubt that some day the redhead would get even.