Chapter 7
Tern stared through the bars. The blue denim clothes she and her friend Beth had been given when the deputies had finished raping them scratched her tits and ass. She was scarcely aware of the discomfort.
Her hands dangled limp outside the cell. It was a tiny measure of freedom from the dank, musty cage. There was no freedom for the girl's soul, though. Nor freedom from the dull aches that filled her body and mind. Nor the hopelessness that tinged everything with grey-or was that just the drab, peeling paint of the cell walls?
Behind her, Beth tossed and turned restlessly on a thin pallet provided for sleeping. Terri envied her friend her resilience. The slim redhead had been on the road a longer time than Terri. And long before that she had learned to shift for herself, to accept and survive hardships as they came. Even being raped was nothing new for Beth.
But, then, in spite of Beth's outward calm, Terri knew that deep down inside, her friend was just as terrified as she was.
When they had been bundled, dressed in their new shapeless garments, into the prison cell, Beth had started protesting their treatment vehemently.
Sheriff Wilson had laughed so hard his paunch shook like jello. "Unconstitutional?" he guffawed. "Why, sure enough little lady, I do believe that's so. What're you gonna do about it?"
"I-I demand to call a lawyer!"
"Who're you to demand anything?" the sheriff had said with exaggerated patience. "You're just a poor little prisoner. You're a runaway, baby. You got no friends, no contacts-no one who knows or cares whether you live or die. Ain't nobody gonna do diddly-squat to help you. Shit, what if I did let you call a lawyer. How would you pay him? He sure wouldn't hand out his valuable time for free.
You had a hundred bucks between you when we picked you up-that ain't enough to get a lawyer to look at you, much less defend you in court!"
He had shoved Beth into the cell. Terri had followed listlessly. She knew the Sheriff was right. He as good as owned them now. And there was nothing either girl could do about it.
When the door had clanged shut, it had had a finality about it that made Tern break down and cry.
At least, Beth told her later, they were together. They had had visions of being thrown in with some kind of evil, reeking, filthy drunken pervert-or maybe a lesbian, who would try to make these soft, luscious young girls perform all kinds of twisted acts with her. Just thinking about it began to arouse Tern.
Her crotch felt tingly and warm. She slipped a finger inside the waist of her pants and felt her cunt. The golden fur was wet with the fragrant juices of her pussy. God, what am I becoming! I'm getting turned on, imagining what it would be like to be raped by this repulsive old fart!
Down the corridor, the door slammed open. Terri lifted her head in curiosity that turned quickly to alarm. "What the hell do they want with us now?" Beth asked, voicing the question Terri felt. "It's not time for another of those slimy meals!"
"You know what we want," came the big, booming voice of Sheriff Wilson. "Or else you two's dumber'n I had you figgered for!"
"Don't rub it in, Sheriff," Beth said wearily from the rear of the cell. "We know you've come to fuck us some more. Whether we like it or not."
The bulk of the Sheriff appeared along the line of cells. He was carrying a large black case of some sort. He set the case on the floor and bent down ponderously to open it. "That's the general idea, sugarbush," he drawled, opening the case. The pimply deputy followed him, with Freddie Gatewood bringing up the rear. Both were carrying more equipment.
"What the fuck?" Beth demanded, coming forward to peer through the bars. "That's a movie camera."
"Right again," the Sheriff nodded. "This time, we're not only gonna fuck you two, we're gonna do it on camera!"
Terri gasped and Beth cursed. "What the hell do you mean?" the slim redheaded girl asked.
Wilson was setting up a silvery tripod before the bars of the cell. "Well, havin' you two cunts here's real convenient for me and the boys-any time we want some fun, we just saunter down the hall and fuck the teenyboppers crosseyed, or make 'em suck our dicks, whatever. But then it occurred to me, why not make some money, too? And have some good old-fashioned fun at the same time?"
"I don't understand," Tern said blankly. She felt an uneasy constriction in her chest. Her ample boobs were rising and falling with an irregular beat as her breathing sped up with anticipation.
"Can't you see?" Beth asked dully. "They're making a fuck flick. A stag movie. And we, dear friend, are going to be the stars!"
"Smart girl," the sheriff approved, unlocking the door.
Terri took a step back as the fat man entered the cell. He leered at her. "C'mon in and join the fun, Freddie," he called over his shoulder. "I know you're gettin' sweet on this skinny redheaded bitch. So come take a crack at her while I tend to her big-titted buddy. Sime, you stay out there and run the camera like a good boy.
The pimply faced youngster-Sime-started to protest, but the Sheriff silenced him with a look. The deputy flushed and busied himself with adjusting the movie camera atop the tripod mounting. His face drained of color, Freddie Gatewood stepped past him.
"You're getting sweet on this skinny redheaded bitch!" The words seemed to ring in Terri's brain. That explained why Freddie had been hanging around. He had come to say hello after they had been pitched into the cell yesterday, had come again after dinner to exchange small talk with Beth. Terri had assumed he felt guilty for forcibly ass-fucking the girl. That he wanted to make up to her if he could.
But now she saw there was more to it than that!
Stubby fingers fumbled at the buttons of her faded denim shirt. It opened partway and the Sheriff stuck a hand inside. It closed around a jug. Terri moaned softly in spite of herself at the pleasant pressure on her ripe tit. She could feel the nipple hardening, pushing back against the Sheriff's moist palm.
Could this be their key to escape? Terri knew that Beth had taken a liking to the tall, shy deputy with the unbelievably long prick. Could she talk him into helping them get away from this jail, from this terrible hell in which their lithe young bodies were no more than pieces of meat, dripping cunts and swelling boobs, for the pleasure and profit of the gross Sheriff and his henchmen?
"Ooooooohhhh!" Terri groaned, and bit her lip. The Sheriff grinned all over his fat face as he rolled a marble like nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"You like that, baby? Me playing with your great big tit like that? Here, let the camera get a good look at those jugs!"
With that he tore the shirt open. Buttons shot out into the hallway and rattled around on the floor. Like two ripe melons, Tern's boobs bounced out into the room.
Sime licked his lips as he brought the glass eye of the camera to bear on the bobbling masses of titflesh. The nipples were like two pale eyes staring back at him with lustful abandon. Then Sheriff Wilson was at the boobs. He mauled them greedily with his huge hands, rolling and kneading and squashing the ample jugs. Tern bit her lip. Her shoulders began to roll of their own accord. They were trying to soak up every drop of pleasure possible from the manhandled tits.
"Getting turned on?" the Sheriff asked mockingly.
Tern's green eyes glowed with sheer hatred as her head nodded.
Laughing, Wilson yanked the shirt down over Tern's slim arms. The garment fell in a heap on the floor when he discarded it. Tern took the opportunity to break away by the sheer force of her will. She stood against the wall, panting, her boobs heaving and jiggling with both passion and fury. "No!" she cried, denying the unmistakable feelings of lust stirring in her pussy. "No! I won't do it! I won't let you get me turned on, so I'll fuck you for the camera! I don't want you to touch me-I want you to keep that big ugly cock away from me!"
Lumbering forward like a tank, the Sheriff grinned more broadly still. "Well, if that's what you want, I won't try to stick my big old cock in your cunt," he said. Then he grabbed her. She tried desperately to dodge, but the Sheriff moved with a speed that was almost incredible for a man as big as he was. Terri found her wrist trapped by a hand with the strength of a steel bear trap. "But you're still gonna get your pussy fucked by me!"
He twisted her arm up behind her bare back in a hammerlock. Terri screamed at the pain of her tortured joint. Grunting with the effort, Sheriff Wilson hauled the wildly struggling girl's other arm behind her. Then he cuffed them that way.
There was a loud rending sound as the Sheriff tore Tern's pants off. Her pussy fur seemed to glow in the near-twilight. The curly pubic hair around the slit of her cunt was matted with juices.
The Sheriff yanked her off her feet. Her bare butt smacked against the floor. Then he pulled the denims the rest of the way off over her flailing legs and threw them aside.
Tern's cunt was lewdly exposed to Sime and the camera. The grinning red-headed deputy was licking his lips as he focused on the pink pussy lips. The mouth of Terri's cunt was opened like a flower to meet the dawn by the girl's frantic kicks.
"Get ready to get fucked!" roared the Sheriff.
"Nooooo!" wailed Terri.
Instead of undoing his fly and bringing out that short but unbelievably massive cock, the Sheriff reached to his belt and whipped out his nightstick. It was eighteen inches long, its dark-stained hardwood length gleaming. Tern's eyes flew wide in horror at the sight of it.
"No! Please nooooo!" she shrieked, guessing at the Sheriff's intent. "Don't stick that club up my pussy! No, don't!"
With this wonderfully lewd spectacle being enacted, the leering cameraman didn't have much attention to spare for his fellow deputy and the redheaded teenager he had been ordered to fuck. But nonetheless, Freddie Gatewood was eagerly obeying the obese Sheriff's instructions. His lanky body was hard and sinewy as it lay atop Beth's. She felt her weight deliciously pressing down on her hard, cone-tipped jugs. She sighed as she spread her thighs to receive his fantastic cock.
Beth could feel it burning between her thighs like a firebrand. When the deputy had approached her, almost timidly, she had seen a light shining in his dark eyes. A light she knew was mirrored in her own! "I'm sorry," he said quietly.
"No, you're not," Beth replied cynically. "But don't be-I'm not. I want you to fuck me! I'm just dying to feel that great big prick of yours sliding up between my legs, sliding endlessly into my cunt Why, my pussy is all hot and dripping at the very thought of it-can't you smell it?"
The deputy looked dumbfounded. The teenager had already skinned her prison shirt off over her thin shoulders. Her tits were small and compact. The nipples were long and firm, jutting out toward Freddie's passion-flushed face like beckoning fingers. "Fuck me, Freddie!" she repeated, pulling down the faded denim trousers. Her cunt thatch was startlingly red against her milky-white skin. "Forget the camera, forget that fat pig of a sheriff. I need you to fuck the daylights out of me, right now!"
It was all the persuasion the young man needed. In a half second his pants were off and his ten inch prick was bobbing free. It seemed to still be growing and hardening before Beth's very horny eyes! In another half second the tan uniform shirt was flying across the cell and the deputy was naked.
Small hands tugged at the giant cock as Beth lay down on the pallet on the floor. Freddie felt his lust grow to a fever pitch as the .cool fingers closed around his prick. The feeling of the girl pulling him down by the cock as though it were a leash was simply unbelievable. He almost shot his wad then, all over the gaping mouth of Beth's pussy!
The splayed lips of the red-bearded cunt kissed the tip of Freddie's cock. His cock head was so hot and the oozing cunt sauces were so cool that Freddie half-expected to hear a hiss of steam rising from the girl's crotch as he plunged his throbbing cock into her pussy. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck it into me, big boy-shove it up my pussy, all the way!"
Almost crazy with desire, Freddie gave Beth her wish. Holding himself up off her writhing white body, he slid his cock smoothly into the well-oiled tunnel of her cunt. His head swam with delight. The walls of her pussy seemed to flow like liquid fire to enfold his cock. It was paradise!
Beth was in heaven too. But it was almost too much! The great cock was scarcely half swallowed by her greedy pussy when she threw back her head and gasped. "So much!" she cried. "You've got so damned much prick! How did my poor little ass take it? My cunt is full to overflowing with your rock-hard cock!"
"Three inches to to," Freddie said, glancing down at their crotches. He got a thrill out of seeing his pole-like cock disappearing into the bush of Beth's cunt.
After what seemed to be a delicious eternity, Beth felt Freddie's weight come down on her body. The deputy's curly pubes tickled her pussy. With her sensitive pussy lips she felt the swelling at the base of that mighty cock and knew she was full, all the way full, of the most beautiful cock she had ever seen !
Terri's cunt was crammed full too. But not of cock! Sheriff Wilson was fucking the screaming blonde with his hard, cold, wooden nightstick!
"Get it out!" she shrieked. "Get that thing out of my cunt! It feels so strange!"
"Don't you like it, honey?" The sheriff's face was red with exercise and lust. Half the billyclub was shoved into the blonde-furred twat. Terri's delectable young body writhed around it. The metal of the handcuffs cut into her arms as she fought, futilely, to win her freedom.
She could almost feel the icy impersonal gaze of the camera on her cruelly violated cunt. Her struggles kept her long slim legs pumping the air, and she had an almost unobstructed view of the girl's pussy. The fragile pink flaps around her cunt hole were spread wide by the shaft of wood.
The Sheriff drove the stick in another inch. Terri wailed. He drove it in two inches more. Terri screamed.
"You got a foot of this here nightstick up your little pussy, honey," the Sheriff panted, licking thick, rubbery lips. "That's more cock'n you've ever had, that's for sure. Ain't it nice?"
Tears streamed down her pretty, pain-wracked face as she shook her head. "No!"
"Sure it is!" Two more inches of nightstick were forced into Terri's cunt.
"Aaaaiiiieeeeyyyyaaahhh!" she howled. "Get it out of my cunt! It hurts!"
Slowly the fat man screwed the stick out of Terri's pussy. He stirred the length of hardwood around and around as he pulled it free, stretching the elastic walls of the girl's pussy unmercifully. The chained girl cried out as if she were being burned alive. It was so hard, so unyielding.
"Well, looky there!" the sheriff smiled when at last all but the tip of the club had been withdrawn from the tortured snatch. "You got my old nightstick all greasy. Be sure an' get a good shot of this one, Sime!"
The red-haired deputy was drooling as he closed in. It was true. For over half its length, the baton was smeared with the dark juices from the depths of Terri's cunt.
"Admit it, baby, you like it!" the sheriff commanded. Tears flew as the naked, handcuffed girl shook her head vehemently.
The fat face turned purple. "Admit it!" he snarled. He slapped her across her tits with a resounding smack. "Admit that you liked it!"
Biting back a wail of anguish, Terri shook her head.
The Sheriff slapped her boobs again. His palm left huge burning red marks against the flawless white flesh of her tits. "You liked it! You got turned on from having my stick rammed up your cunt! Admit it! Say you did or I'll beat your tits to jelly!"
He hit her again and again. Her nipples burned. But the agony from her abused tits was terrific. But the pain wasn't the worst thing.
The worst was that Tern was still turned on. Was more turned on than ever!
"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes! I liked it. I love it! It hurts, but I want it! Fuck it into me again-please!"
The sheriff began to grind the stick back into her now-flooded pussy. He twisted the nightstick brutally this way and that. "What do you want?" he asked.
"Fuck me!"
"Is that all?"
"Yes-no! Hurt me! I want you to hurt me!"
"Too bad we haven't got a tape recorder, Sheriff," Sime husked.
"Maybe we "can use subtitles," the sheriff replied. He drove the club home in Terri's cunt with one vicious thrust. It went deeper than before.
The captive blonde girl's tits jiggled wildly as her back arched. Her stomach pushed into the air. Her body bent like a bow. And the pain in her voice was shot through and through with a shrill note of masochistic ecstasy!
As the obese sheriff settled in to fucking the squirming girl into a delirium of passion with the merciless wooden stick, her friend's voice rose to join hers. "Harder!" the red-headed teenager yelled. "Cram your prick in my cunt harder!"
The enormously long cock was already poling in and out of her hot cunt so fast it was a blur. It seemed to take forever for all of its mighty length to be swallowed by the mouth of her pussy. And it took just as long for it to come out again. His cock raked over the girl's swollen cit, filling her with all but unbearable pleasure.
"You've got a fantastic cunt, Beth, baby," muttered Freddie. He was sweating. His strong arms were wrapped around her pale body. Beth's firm conical tits were flattened against his hairy chest.
"The hair on your chest feels great on my fifties!" Beth exclaimed.
"I can feel those little nipples digging into me!" the deputy cried. "What a turn-on!"
Lewd plunging noises filled the cell, as plunging lengths of wood and cock fucked furiously at two eager, dripping, insatiable female cunts! The thick pungent smell of cunt juice hung like a fog. Beth's slim thighs and Freddie's crotch and solid belly were smeared liberally with the fragrant stuff. Tern's asscheeks shone with a coating of her pussy sauces where they faced the camera.
"I love it!" Beth suddenly shrieked. "I love having your great big cock pistoning in and out of my pussy! I love you, you wonderful fucker!"
"I love you too!" Freddie exclaimed. "Your pussy is so hot and tight! It fits my cock like a glove!"
"Yes! You fill my pussy so good! I've never had this much cock ... oohh! I'm about to-"
"Hurry up," choked the deputy, "I am .. . too!"
"COOOOMMMMMME!" Beth's voice soared like an air raid siren. Her back arched suddenly, lifting the combined weight of slim young girl. and tall deputy off the pallet.
"Shit!" gasped Freddie in utter amazement. The entire mighty length of his prick was suddenly squeezed by Beth's cunt.
Ripples of orgasm slithered up Beth's pussy. Tight rings of rubbery flesh seemed to suck on the cunt-buried, ten-inch prick. It was too much for any man's self control. Freddie Gatewood's breath came out between his teeth in a protracted hiss, and he came.
The violence of Freddie's climax seemed to shoot seething jizz all the way to the girl's throat. In one gigantic pulse the fountaining cock had filled the entire channel of Beth's pussy. It bubbled like lava from around his quivering cock, drooling down over Beth's ass as she wrapped her legs around the deputy's waist to take still more of that maddening, delicious, coming cock!
Beth's already violent orgasm suddenly became an electrifying frenzy. She flopped and thrashed and moaned through clenched teeth. Freddie had to cling for dear life even to keep the endless shaft of his exploding prick safely nestled in her wildly climaxing cunt.
It was as if he had plugged that remarkable prick into a milking machine. He could no more speak than could his red-haired partner. All he could do was come and come and come, savoring the sensations of the most incredible orgasm he'd ever had.
The nightstick rubbing over Terri's engorged clit soon had her writhing and crying out as well. That, and the harsh, brutal way the sheriff was twisting the stick in her springy-walled cunt. It was stretching her sensitive tissues in ways she could never have imagined.
The tears were flowing freely down her cheeks. Pain and pleasure warred in her constantly-moving, well-padded body.
Pleasure won.
"GOD!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Then she came.
Beth's orgiastic cries were dying away. Coming into the cell, Sime managed to get Terri's cuntlips actually pulsing in and out like a sucking mouth as they tried to take in more of the deep-driven nightstick down on film. The honeys of her lusting, coming pussy flooded from the blonde-bearded cunt mouth.
"Well, that's that," the sheriff pronounced with satisfaction. He stood up and stepped back, leaving the nightstick half embedded in Terri's cunt. The handle clacked against the concrete floor.
"When you can drag that firehose cock of yours out of that sloppy cunt," the sheriff told his sexually-exhausted deputy, "c'mon over here and help me. I want to chain these two bitches nose to tail like, so's Blondie her can clean out Red's cunt with her tongue and Red her can, uh, sort of lick her friend's wounds. Make a helluva second reel!"
Terri was too lost in a heavenly oblivion of pleasure to hear him. But not Freddie. His afterglow burst like a bubble at the sound of his superior's voice.
Face white, he turned and lifted his head to look at the Sheriff. Cool air washed over their sweat clad bodies as his chest came off Beth's pointy boobs.
Sheriff Wilson was standing over the naked blonde girl with a nasty smirk on his face. Freddie looked back down at the placid, pretty young face of the runaway he had just fucked so soundly, whose sperm her cunt had drunk so greedily. Who had stolen his heart.
When he looked at the Sheriff again, his Adam's apple was working up and down.