Chapter 6
Margo whimpered as she looked around at the interior of the detention cell in which she sat. She had never been inside the jailhouse before, and she didn't like it at all. It was damp and it was dirty. Worst of all, it was lonesome.
Bars on the windows and door reminded her that she was a prisoner, and she whimpered again. She had been sitting on the hard wooden cot for almost an hour, wondering what Sheriff Tilden planned to do with her. And she was really getting frightened.
If her momma found out that she was in jail, or what she had been doing to get there, she would be terribly upset. Momma had been sick ever since Daddy died, and a shock like this could even kill her.
She was about to go to the door and beg the sheriff to let her go when she heard footsteps in the hall. Maybe they decided that she had been punished enough. Maybe they were coming to let her out. She looked up hopefully as Deputy Luke McLean opened the barred door with a key on a huge metal ring.
"Luke," she began sweetly, hoping to charm him. But the deputy ignored her seductive voice and snapped a handcuff on her wrist. It hart, and she bit her lip.
"Sheriff Tilden wants to talk to you," he said gruffly. "Come with me." Although they had known each other for years, he acted as though she was a perfect stranger. He yanked on the dangling cuff, bringing a muffled sob of pain from her lips. Then he led her toward an office in the back of the dimly lit building.
When they entered the room, Sheriff Tilden was seated behind a big wooden desk with a paternally angry expression on his face. Margo tried to prepare herself for the lecture which she knew would be coming.
"Margo Wilson," the burly lawman boomed. "What am I going to do with you?" The teenager remained silent, and stared shame-faced at the floor.
The sheriff continued his verbal chastisement.
"Dickey-dunkin'" he exclaimed. "And with that little sex fiend of all people. Why if your daddy was alive today, he'd just roll over in his grave. And you momma. She'll like to die when I tell her about it."
Margo looked up at him in horror. "You don't have to tell her, do you Sheriff Tilden?" she implored. Tears were glistening in her pretty eyes. Her full red lips were trembling.
"Course I got to tell her," he said. "You got to be punished, don't you? Why if Judge Brannon wasn't away for the weekend, he'd probably give you sixty days. Wouldn't be no way to hide that from your momma, would there?"
Margo sobbed. "Couldn't you just punish me yourself?" she pleaded softly. "You know, yell at me or something? I swear I'll never do it again. I swear it." She was desperate now, and half-hysterical.
Tilden laughed without mirth. "If I was to punish you," he said, "it wouldn't be by yellin'. Not for what you did."
Margo felt hope returning. He sounded like he was beginning to soften. "Whatever you say, Sheriff," she blurted anxiously. "Just don't tell my momma."
"All right, then," he snapped. There was a vicious gleam in his eye, but the girl was relieved to see it. "It'll be a lickin'. Right here and now."
The teenager blushed. Daddy had spanked her often when he was alive. But she was too old for that sort of thing now. Sheriff Tilden didn't think so though. He was already rising from his chair and rolling up his sleeves. She waited for him to dismiss his deputy, but he didn't show any intention of doing so. He just walked toward her without a word.
"All right," he said. "Take off your clothes."
Margo was flabbergasted. Take off her clothes. What did he mean. When she was a little girl Daddy used to make her pull her panties down spank her. But even he stopped doing that when she began to grow hair on her cunt. She just stood the" shaking, without saying a word.
"Now look," Tilden said, growing impatient. " you want me to punish you, or should I leave that your momma?"
"But Sheriff," she wailed. "Do I have to take m panties down?"
"Course," he roared. "Lickin' won't hurt enough through your clothing." Then he added, "and I didn't say your panties. I said everything." Beside hi Luke McLean was licking his lips in anticipation The girl began to cry openly, "everything?" she sobbed. "In front of him?" She looked helplessly a the grinning deputy.
"That's the whole idea," Tilden answered impatiently. "We're going to learn you some shame You sure didn't mind takin' 'em off in front of that Petey fella." Margo sniffled. "Now you gonna get o with it? Or should I forget the whole thing and giv your momma a call?"
The youngster felt her face turning red. She really didn't have much choice. This was the most humiliating moment of her life. With trembling fingers she began to undo the waistband of her skirt. She felt Tilden's eyes boring into her, and was aware that McLean was staring too. From the corner of her eye, she could see him wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
She let the skirt slide down over her thighs and stood there with it puddled at her feet. Her skimpy purple panties were scandalous. The two men stared at them with open expressions of lust on their faces.
"Ought to be ashamed of yourself, wearing underpants like those," Tilden scolded. "No wonder you got yourself in so much trouble. Now take 'em off and give them to me."
Looking down at her feet, Margo removed her drawers for the second time that evening. This time, though, her pussy was dry. She wished she was dead. Unable to meet his glance, she held out the wispy scrap for the sheriff. He snatched it and lifted it to his nose.
"You been thinkin' lustful thoughts," he said angrily, tearing the garment in half and throwing it from him. "I'm gonna have to lick you good. Now get the rest off and take your punishment." As he spoke, he began to unbuckle the heavy black belt which held up his pants. It was made of thick and shiny leather. The very sight of it made Margo shudder.
Could he be planning to use that on her? Oh, God. For the first time since she started to undress, her shame was overpowered by another emotion. She was terrified. With fingers that were icy cold, she unbuttoned the front of her blouse. Her tits remained in place as she shrugged out of it and dropped it to the floor. All she wore now was the shiny steel handcuff which dangled from her left wrist.
Tilden doubled his belt and slapped it noisily against the palm of his hand. Then, grabbing her dangling manacle, he pulled her roughly over to his desk. She felt its hard wooden edge strike painfully against the front of her thighs and grunted softly.
"Bend over that desk," the sheriff commanded.
She sobbed, but did as he ordered. She noticed two heavy rings mounted at the far corners of his desktop and wondered what they were for. Then she found out. While the sheriff held her down with a heavy hand between her shoulder blades, Luke handcuffed her wrists to them. She felt the cool wooden desk top pressing against her nubile tits. She wondered what Sheriff Tilden was doing.
She didn't have much time to think about it, however. The moment she was cuffed into place, Tilden stood up behind her and swung his still doubled belt at her ass. She howled when it struck her. An angry red welt sprang up immediately across her left cheek. Without giving her time to beg for mercy, he struck her again.
Margo wailed and struggled at her shackles. She ground her naked cunt into the desktop in a vain effort to get away from the singing strip of leather. When he hit her a third time, she screamed without inhibition. Her buttocks were on fire. Each stinging lash of the belt made them burn and hurt even more.
She twisted and rolled in agony, bitter tears of pain streaking her face. But Tilden was unsympathetic. He stood back and unfolded the belt. Then he swung it again. His bicep tensed as he put all of his weight into the blow. The leather bit into her flesh, leaving a faint line of blood across both her curving asscheeks. She pressed her belly against the wood lifting her ass up high. Which ever way she turned, it hurt her more.
She was faintly aware that her cunt was turned back and that the two men were gaping at it. But none of that mattered any more. The pain was too intense for her to think about anything else. All of her muscles struggled against it. She was holding her breath.
When the cruel whip lashed across her again, she jumped, her feet actually leaving the floor for an instant. She felt her skin swelling up where the belt had cut into her. She felt her cuntlips clasping tight in sympathy with her ass. She was all puffy and warm down there, and her juices were beginning to flow. She didn't understand it, but the more he beat her, the wetter she was getting.
When she heard the leather swing back as he prepared to hit her once more, she lifted her ass up at it. It struck with punishing fury, the belt's tip whipping around to redden an inner thigh. She screamed again, a pitiful sound which came from the very root of her soul. But her cunt twitched with desire.
She felt her fluids running wildly. They filled the chamber of her vulva and overflowed it to moisten the outer lips of her snatch. She wished some of it would spread to her buttocks to soothe the burning pain which covered them. When he hit her again, she pressed her groin to the desktop. Oh, it hurt so much.
She moved her pussy in a circle, rubbing its burning flanges against the cool wooden surface of the desk. It felt smooth and comforting. She wished she could turn around and rub her backside against it. She waited, flinching, for the next blow. But it didn't come. Cautiously, she peered back to see what Brady was doing.
He was just standing there with his deputy. The belt was still clutched tightly in his hand, its end trailing harmlessly on the floor. Maybe he was finished. Maybe he decided that she'd been punished enough. Well, she wouldn't be able to sit down for a week, but it wasn't as bad as it might have been.
When he saw her looking back at him, Tilden turned to his deputy and said simply, "Turn her over." She didn't understand what he meant until Luke took hold of her wrists and unlocked the cuffs which held her down. Turning her quickly around, he refastened them. Only this time, her back was against the desktop and her belly and tits pointed up at the ceiling. Her burning ass was pressed painfully against the edge of the desk. Her cunt winked up at the sheriff.
He looked thoughtfully at it. She wished he would have the decency to cover her, but he just went on staring. He waited until Luke was back at his side and then lifted the strap once again.
Oh, God, he wasn't finished. She watched in wide-eyed disbelief as the leather belt sailed through the air toward her unprotected genitals. She just couldn't believe it. He wouldn't. He couldn't. And then it struck her.
The coarse strip of hide cracked right across her pussy, bruising both lips at once. She shrieked in agony. Nothing had ever hurt her this much. It couldn't ,be happening. When he lifted the strap away, she kept on screaming. The pain just went on. It didn't stop for a second. She saw him lift the belt again to aim another swipe at her cunt. Closing her eyes tight and turning her head, she tried to block him from her consciousness. But it was impossible.
She heard the belt whistle through the air as it came down at her, and she screamed in combined pain and terror. This time it laid a red stripe across her belly. Only a small corner of it struck her snatch, but the pain was excruciating. She felt her cuntlips growing red and puffy and her clit swelling hard. He would kill her if he kept it up.
There was a thick liquid dripping from the mouth of her vulva. She wondered if it was blood. Her whole cunt seemed to be filled with it. It was dripping over her thighs.
He hit her again, this time not as hard. The belt swiped across her hips, leaving a long horizontal welt just above the top of her hairy pubic triangle. She felt her crotch twitching uncontrollably. The lips of her cunt were opening and closing as though trying to pump air into the flaming interior.
Her nipples were plump and full, like a pair of juicy fruits perched at the peaks of her boobs. Their centers stood up firm and erect. They almost invited the next stroke of the whip. Tilden brought it down hard across the swollen titties, reddening the skin which until then was as white as milk.
Margo was crying now, but her screaming had stopped. She couldn't tell any more where the pain was coming from. Her entire body seemed to be cloaked in it. Her ass, her tits, her cunt, all seemed to have lost their separate identities. Everything hurt. Everything burned. Her whole being was on fire.
The sheriff's fury was gone, but he wasn't finished punishing her yet. Flicking the belt with a casual movement of his wrist, he snapped its end at her. The leather barely kissed her when it struck, but it stung like a bee. His aim was deadly accurate. With a rapid series of snaps, he lashed a circle around her cunt. The lash left a trail of welts across her reddening skin. Each little leather-bite came closer to her clit.
The little organ was painfully distended. Its shiny red head protruded from the membranous tissue which surrounded it. It was bathed in a puddle of sweet scented secretion. When the belt tip struck it directly, the pain turned to passion.
"Ooooooohhhhh," she groaned softly. Her eyes were lidded with desire. The pain was still there but somehow it was becoming lascivious. Her hips began gyrating, waving her naked pussy in a spiraling circle. She was acutely conscious of the masculine eyes which followed every movement she made.
Luke stepped in closer while Sheriff Tilden continued stroking her with the tip of his belt. She felt it licking at her clitoral mound, bringing the swollen pleasure button to even more responsive sensitivity. It was throbbing and pounding with excitement. Her pussy craved each new sting of the whip.
Her teeth bit into her lips in an effort to stifle the moan of pleasure-pain which spilled steadily from them. Her body was sheathed in a tingling glow of lust. Her cunt palpitated wildly. She felt its flanges drawing back to make the feminine slit gape open. She knew that it was grinning at the belt-wielding lawman, drooling its fertile saliva before his eyes. The knowledge that she was helpless-chained down before their unwavering gaze-was exciting her perversely.
They could do whatever they wanted to her, and there was no way she could prevent it. Her cunt was bubbling, reveling submissively in her captive plight. She was almost disappointed when the sheriff stopped whipping her to cock his head to one side and listen.
Suddenly tossing his black leather belt to Luke McLean, he said, "You finish this. That sounds like Sammy and his prisoner." Quickly, he turned to leave the room.
Luke just stood there staring at her, the belt held loosely in his hand. Then he dropped it to the floor. Licking his lips, he said, "You sure was a bad girl." His voice sounded wistful, as though he was trying to figure something out as he spoke. Maggie could see the fly of his trousers standing out in front of him. "I guess I should whup you some more."
His words made her pussy crawl. She felt the lips curling up as though to spit, and then pulling back to wink at him again. It seemed to be more than he could take. A hypnotized glaze in his eyes, he reached down to rub gently at his swollen prick. Preoccupied with the sight of her animated cunt, he opened his zipper and took it out.
Margo's pussy steamed. The whipping hadn't taught her to be good. It had somehow turned her on. And now the sight of Luke McLean's swollen hard-on was turning her back into the girl who had gotten so easily in trouble in the first place. She yearned to have it inside of her. It was long and it was hard, and it could fill her cunt with a potion to ease away all her pain.
When he took the rigid weapon in his hand and stepped up in' front of her, she closed her eyes and prepared for its entry. But he didn't even touch her with it. Opening her eyes again, she looked into his face. It was contorted with emotion. A trickle of spittle was forming at one corner of his mouth. His hand was moving slowly up and down the length of his rod. His obvious excitement aroused her still more.
Silently, she arched her aching back, trying to push her cunt out at him. But the cuffs bit painfully into her wrists to hold her in place. The edge of the desktop dug into the base of her spine. Each movement awakened another ache in her body as she rolled from side to side. Her cunt was crying for his prick. It was so close. So near. She had to have it or she would go up in smoke.
"Ain't you going to put it to me, Luke?" she asked softly. The whipping was already forgotten. "I bet you'd like to." She saw a pearly drop of fluid forming at the tip of his pulsating rod.
The deputy pulled harder on his cock in response to her words. His lips had grown dry, and he licked them repeatedly. His eyes were fastened to her undulating groin. They swept hungrily over her slash, exploring its sensuous redness. They locked on the quivering nub of her clitoris. Margo could almost feel his sight upon her.
Luke's other hand dropped to unbuckle his belt. He let his pants fall around his knees. He wore nothing underneath them. Margo was certain that he was getting ready to fuck her. She strained at the handcuffs to lift her hips and spread her thighs. The muscles of her belly stretched taut as she rain bowed up toward his prick.
She could see his scrotum hanging heavy like a bull's between the hairy columns of his thighs. It swayed forward and back as he stroked himself. She could almost feel it brushing against her. She watched as he dropped his free hand to cup it, rolling his testicles slowly in his fingers. The tempo of his masturbation was increasing.
"Please Luke," she whispered. "Ain't you going to ball me?"
"Oh no," McLean answered, his hand still moving mechanically over his rod. "I don't think I'd better do that." His eyes were vacant. His words came slowly and without intelligence. He had become a jerk-off machine, devoid of all rational thought. But he was programmed to obey his master. "Brady wouldn't like it," he said.
He was standing so close to her now that she could feel his knuckles grazing over the dark hair of her pussy as he pulled his cock up and down. She tried to lift herself higher so that at least his hand would press against her. But it was hopeless. The bracelets held her fast.
Her cunt was throbbing with desire. Her clit was thrumming mesmerically. She could sense the heat of his penis through the narrow band of air which separated it from her twat. She wanted him.
"Oh, please," she began weeping. "Fuck me. Oh, please, please fuck me." A sea of lust flowed from her cunt, glistening brightly on the skin of her inner thighs. Her pussylips blew wet kisses at the deputy's slippery dick. But he ignored her plaintive pleas.
While he caressed his bag of nuts, he pulled his cock with skillful fingers. She could see each stroke begin at the hair-ringed base of his staff and end at the thick roll of flesh which formed a collar just under its head. Each time another dollop of dew formed at his cum slit, he swiped a fingertip at it and rubbed it over the skin of his rod. She wished he would touch her that way too.
The sensitive tissues of her labia were tingling hotly with desire. If only he would dip his dickey in her or touch its tip to her urgently needful clit. If only he would touch her, stroke her, pet her with his hands. She needed contact with a man.
Suddenly a long arching jet of semen bridged the gap between them. It left his prick spasming jerkily behind it to sail through the air towards her cunt. She felt it splash over the pouting hungry lips. She felt it bathing her pussy-flesh in its heat. A sticky string of it started seeping inside her, wetting the satin which lined her crack.
He kept on spouting until his gism formed an unbroken stream which flowed from his prick to her pussy. When it rolled up to heat her clit, she too began to spray.
"I'm cumming," she gasped. "I'm cumming." Then she passed out.