Chapter 9
"Hey, wake up!" The earth seemed to be shaking. Slowly, Tern began to stir. "Wake up, Terri!"
It was Beth's voice, low and urgent. The blonde girl dimly realized her shoulder was being shaken. She pried her eyelids apart with an effort of will.
"Wha-whatsamatter?"
Her friend's slender figure was bent over her. The single light bulb in its wire cage burned on the ceiling, silhouetting the redhead in its glare. Beth straightened up. Terri looked past her. , The green eyes opened fully. Tern was at once wide awake. The door to the cell was wide open!
A man stood just inside the cramped cell. It took the girl's sleep-fuddled mind a while to recognize Deputy-now ex-Deputy-Freddie Gate-wood, without the tan uniform he had worn before. He was dressed in slacks, a light blue shirt, and a denim jacket against the mountain chill.
Tern's heart soared. "Is he-are we-" in her surge of wild hope her words became tangled.
Beth shook her head. "He's come to help," she said. "But we've got a problem."
"I came on my motorbike," Freddie said quietly. "I got by the men on night duty by telling them I wanted to pick up my things. I can smuggle one of you out, and we can get away on my bike. But only one."
Tern's spirits fell as quickly as they had risen. "A person trying to get away on foot would be tracked down and recaptured easily. Also, neither of you know these mountains, and you could get hurt running around in the middle of the night by yourself." The deputy paused and smoothed a stray lock of hair back with his hand. "Besides, if one of you stays behind, it'll give the other a better chance of getting away. We can bunch up blankets on one cot to look like a sleeping person, but only with one real prisoner in the cell can we be sure of fooling anybody who comes to check."
"So we have to decide " Beth let the words trail away. The rest was obvious.
One and only one of the teenaged girls was going to be able to escape the bondage of sexual slavery in which the evil Sheriff Wilson held them. The other had to stay behind. To await some sort of miracle to effect her release. And also, perhaps, to bear the brunt of the Sheriff's displeasure at losing one of his captives.
Beth and Freddie exchanged a silent look. That decided Tern.
"I'll stay," she said simply. "Tern-" Beth began to protest.
"No." The blonde held up her hand. "You two belong together. I can see it in your eyes. You go."
"Maybe we can get help for you," Freddie said in a low voice. "Who can we get in touch with?"
"My-" Terri stopped abruptly. Who could they got to? For all she knew she was being hunted for the murder of her father. Ironically, she was where the law would never find her-in jail, a secret captive of a corrupt country sheriff.
But what did it matter if they did catch her? Nothing could be worse than being trapped forever in this carnal prison.
Quickly, then, she told the whole story to Beth and Freddie. Their eyes filled with sympathy to her plight. "You did the only thing you could do," Freddie nodded when Terri had finished. "We'll goto your uncle and tell him everything. If he's a state senator, maybe he can use his influence to get you off easily on any charges from that thing with your father. And he can certainly get you out of this hell-hole!"
"Tern, I don't know what to say," Beth said, her voice quaking with emotion. "I don't know how I can ever repay you."
"Just go!" Terri almost shouted. "Before I change my mind!" With those words of farewell she turned and threw herself down on the bed.
She heard the cell door close softly behind her back. Footsteps retreated down the hall. Another door closed.
She was alone. More alone than she had ever been.
Then the tears came. But the crying exhausted her, and soon Terri sank into a deep sleep. Fortunately, she did not dream.
"Damn you!" the Sheriff roared as he drew back his meaty hand for another slap. "Damn you, you conniving little hot-pants bitch!"
Tern's head rocked back from the blow. Her eyes were dry. She would not give the sadistic sheriff the satisfaction of seeing her cry if she could help it.
Her experiences had degraded her, made her submit willingly and even joyfully to sexual acts that would once have turned her stomach. Sucking cocks, being fucked up the unwilling asshole, eating Beth's pussy . . .being fucked by a dog. But somehow, also, her experiences had given her a strength of will she had never know she had possessed.
Or perhaps she had simply been pushed to far.
Seeing that slapping Tern had no effect on the girl, the sheriff reached forward and slid blunt fingers into her shirtfront. He yanked hard. Buttons popped explosively as the garment came down around Tern's upper arms, baring her beautiful boobs to his angry but lusting gaze. Still his victim stood erect, defiant.
The Sheriff laid a heavy hand on one ample tit. He felt the nipple beginning to harden beneath his palm. Tern bit her lower lip and looked pensive.
Suddenly he cocked his arm back and slapped her right across the boobs. She was able to stifle the outcry only by sheer force of will. Tears filled her lovely eyes.
And then he was all over her, whether he was driven by lust or fury or some devil's brew of both, Terri didn't know. He literally tore the rough prison garments from her shuddering body. His hands roved over her naked body, kneading and mauling her sweet pliable flesh. Her tits he rolled under his palms till she moaned with pleasure, then pinched cruelly with steel-strong fingers so that Tern cried out despite her determination not to.
Then a broad hand clamped over her pussy mound. A finger_probed between her pussy lips, into the luscious moist flesh of her cunt. It came out sopping wet.
The Sheriff roared and gave the girl a brutal shove. She spun, losing her balance, and fell face down across his large oaken desk, along with a low bench and a sturdy swivel chair.
She felt a crushing weight come down on top of her. The sheriff's fat cock, rock-hard with desire, poked into the soft furrow between her asscheeks as he fumbled for her wrists. She struggled, but found her arms caught in his massive paws, drawn downward, till they were handcuffed to the legs of the desk. She was pinioned on the unyielding wooden surface. Her big pillowy boobs were squashed on the green felt blotter.
Breathing heavily, the sheriff slid off his victim's warm, yielding body. Her white asscheeks, startlingly pale against the golden tan of the rest of Tern's body, jutted up like twin mounds of vanilla ice cream. Tufts of yellow cunt hair showed at the juncture of her firm thighs.
"You're gonna pay, bitch," the sheriff growled. "You won't tell me where that little red-headed cunt got off to, or who helped her get out. You think she's your friend, huh? You don't want to blow the whistle on her, on account of she's your friend?"
He came around the desk and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her head back till her neck creaked. "Well, she sure as shit ain't no friend of yours, honey, `cause what she ran out and left you to face all by your lonesome is something you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy!"
Terri spat in his face.
With a bellow of rage the sheriff released her head. It fell forward to hang over the edge of the table. Gazing at the floorboards, Terri heard the fall of the big man's booted feet.
Then something whistled through the air at bit at her naked, vulnerable ass like a scorpion's sting.
"Aaaaaahh!" Terri cried out, and then she caught herself. The pain was incredible! It was as much worse than the whipping Verl had given her with the knotted length of nylon rope as that had been worse than a spanking. But still she fought to keep her self-control.
Something was shaken right before her nose. It was so close it took her eyes a second to focus. When they did, she saw a short, braided black whip coiled like a serpent in Wilson's huge hand.
"See this, baby?" he said. "It can strip the skin right off that silky backside of yours. And that's exactly what it's gonna do! I'm gonna whip your ass till I get too horny to go on. Then I'm gonna jam my cock in hard and fuck your tight little twat till I get my load off. Then I'm gonna start whipping you some more!" He laughed coarsely. "That's your reward for helping that skinny bitch escape!"
He raised his brawny arm and brought it down. The leather whip was laid right across Terri's snowy asscheeks. "nnnnnnhhhhhhh!" she moaned, clenching her teeth to keep from screaming. Snap-crack! it went again. A third fiery red line joined the welts on her tender flesh. Still, the bound girl did not yell.
"Playing the tough girl?" the sheriff asked. "See how you like this, then!" The whip cut viciously through the air once again. Straight and true flew the lash.
It slashed right down between the rounded buttocks and kissed Tern 's asshole like a tongue of fire.
"Yeeiiaaahhh!" she shrieked, unable to contain the wail of sheer agony.
Wilson hit her on the ass crack again. This time the girl somehow bit back the cry. The sheriff shifted his aim. The next blow of the whip cracked the wicked leather tip right on Terri's butthole.
It was as if fire ants were biting the tightly-clenched ring of flesh. Terri's screech threatened to raise the roof.
The sheriff began to lay it on in earnest. The squirming, howling, naked girl never knew where the next stinging blow would land. On her rump, on the scarlet crack between the plump globes of her butt, or right smack on the super sensitive portal of her ass. The leather thong began to bite at her thighs, too. It tormented the soft flesh on their insides till she was wiggling them farther and farther apart in a futile attempt to escape further punishment. The desktop ended halfway down her thighs, and her bare feet kicked at the air.
In a way Tern was almost relieved to have the sheriff flog her thighs. It was better than having him flay her poor asshole. Then she found out why he had changed his target.
With Terri's thighs parted, her furry cunt was exposed. Grinning and sweating, the sheriff lashed the whip right into the girl's cunt.
It was as if gasoline had been poured in her open pussy and ignited. She shrieked till it seemed her lungs would burst. Fanned by the captive girl's hideous cries, the sheriff whipped her bared pussy harder and harder.
"No! You're ripping me aprt! You're ruining me! A a a a h- a a a h h h-AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Finally the brutal flagellation of her nerve-filled cuntlips ceased. In a flame-shot haze of pain, she felt consciousness slipping away. She welcomed oblivion.
It was denied her. Pain coursed through her as something touched the raw pussy lips. Then they were forced apart and her entire body was wracked by the strain as something monstrously huge invaded her pussy channel.
"Yaaahh!" she cried. "Stop-get it out! Can't take it!"
"Just my big old cock," the sheriff grunted. He looked down at where the thick plug of prick disappeared between the tortured glowing asscheeks. "I told you what I was gonna do.
Watching you writhe around like that got me hotter than the time I tied this Mexican chick to a hotplate. So now I'm gonna fuck you crosseyed. Oh, and one more thing . . ." He paused for effect. "I lit me a cigar just now. I already got a nice, hot red coal at the end. After I get my rocks off I'm gonna do me some fancy branding on your ass before I use the whip any more. How's that sound?"
Tern's answer was a great heaving sob.
Puffing the cigar like a runaway locomotive, the sheriff started fucking. Short, powerful strokes drove his cock in and out of her almost-virgin cunt channel. And while the first few strokes of his prick were almost painful from the dryness of Tern's pussy, in a few seconds the entire length of her cunt-channel was swimming in the juices of her lust!
The experience was unbelievable. The pain of that enormous cock invading Terri's ungreased cunt was soon over powered by the pleasure of it. What a cock! Terri had never had anything like it stuffed into her pussy before! It stretched the elastic, oily cunt walls to the breaking point, but the feeling was delicious. And all that cock crowded into her tight pussy seemed to crush the life from her inflated, eager, pulsating clit!
"Do it, keep doing it to me!" she moaned. "I don't care what comes next just keep fucking me with that giant prick!"
"I surely-uggh-will," the sheriff promised.
With one hand resting on an inflamed asscheek for leverage, he took the cigar in the other. "But remember, I'm gonna burn my initials on your sweet little bottom as soon as I've finished this fantastic fuck!"
"It's worth it!" the girl panted. She was out of her mind with the pleasure that gigantic cock was pounding into her body. "FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
The sheriff did. He grunted and groaned and rolled his eyes like a rutting boar. And she squealed and bucked her hips and rolled her ass around and around that big bar of cock as though her plush rump was mounted on ball bearings. She gave her tormentor the fucking of his life!
And then she came.
It was as if the sheriff had fucked his tremendous prick into a vacuum cleaner. The contraction in Terri's cunt when she came sucked a vast whoosh of jism right out the end of his prick. His gasped as the message of orgasm hit his brain, and then he pumped load after load of steaming cum into that roiling, churning, sucking cunt.
The titanic prick made squishing sounds as it fucked in and out of the liquid-filled pussy. Jizz and cunt juice splahed all over. The bleachy smell of jism mingled with the ripe musk of Tern's pussy.
"Shit! I'm coming like a firehose!" yelled the sheriff. Fat fingers plucked the burning cigar from his couth. "Now get ready for some pain!"
Still coming in Tern's seething cunt, he lowered the angrily-glowing coal toward her helpless butt.
A heavy hand clamped his shoulder and spun him around. The cock popped from Tern's cunt with a noise like a bursting balloon. A final drop of cum jetted from the tip of the stubby cock as the sheriff reeled back, dropping the cigar harmlessly to the floor.
"What the fuck-" he began, then the air whooshed out of him as a granite-like fist buried itself in his belly. His flabby jowls turned purple and he sank to the floor. His wet cock lay sagging against his crotch.
Tensing with the terrible expectation of the hot cigar to touch her ass at any second, Terri dimly realized something had happened. She lifted her head and looked over her bare shoulder. "Uncle George!" she exclaimed.
The large, well-dressed, brown-haired man smiled at his niece. "Hi, baby," he said to her. Then he turned to the man who had so efficiently disposed of the redneck sheriff. It was an enormous Indian, six and half feet tall, with the flat impassive face of a full-blooded Apache. "Well done, Mangas," George Malloy told his bodyguard. "Take that baggy sack of shit out somewhere and take care of it."
The Indian grunted assent and dragged the dead weight of the semi-conscious sheriff out the door. The fat man's trousers were down around his knees. His cock flopped helplessly from side to side.
"Quite a pecker that guy has," Terri's uncle murmured. "Mangas might just decide to keep it as a souvenir. How you feeling, honey? Did he hurt you much?"
Surprisingly, there were no tears in Terri's eyes. She was incredibly calm as she answered, "Not much, though he was about to. Did Beth and Freddie talk to you?"
The man nodded. "They almost didn't," he said. "Your dad is dead, Terri."
The girl found herself strangely unmoved. "Does that mean I have to go to prison?" she asked flatly.
"No," her uncle said. "You see, Elena fled after what happened-after Randall raped her that day. Apparently when you ran out you left the door open and somebody ransacked the house. The police think that Elena came back, killed your father, and robbed the house."
So Terri was free. She could scarcely credit it.
"You're in the clear. But there's one thing. Elena was my confidential secretary. She obviously isn't any more. Will you take her place?"
The girl nodded.
"Let's go, then," her uncle said, rummaging desk drawers for the keys to the cuffs that bound the nude girl to the desk.