Chapter 4
"Do you suppose she'll be all right?" asked Pam. In spite of the cold steel digging into her wrists and in spite of the many bruises on her tits, the librarian's thoughts were on the cop.
"With your wrecked car sticking out back there like a sore thumb, another cop is sure to stop and investigate. They'll find her soon enough. Not that I give a damn." Then he said: "I'd sure like to see their faces when they do find her. All tied up they way she is and with her nightstick shoved up between her legs, hell, they'll probably get hard-ons just looking at her. And she'll probably die from embarrassment!" He laughed aloud as he saw it all in his mind.
Pam shook her tangled hair out of her eyes and looked straight ahead at the long, winding road in front of her. The cop's uniform was a bit too tight for her, but what did it matter? So what if her tits bulged out in front, testing the buttons of the blouse. So what, if her hips and ass put a terrific strain on the skirt's seams. It wasn't as if she were on her way to work, to the library, to the children who were her friends. Hell, she was in a patrol car on her way to who-knows-where, and there was a good chance she would never be seen by anyone other than Jimmy ever again!
That thought frightened her. She suddenly felt all alone in the world. All of her friends-the children, their parents, her co-workers, were miles away back at the library.
These were not happy thoughts and Pam was not smiling. She straightened up in her seat, raised her linked hands to scratch her nose, then placed them once more in her lap and looked ahead towards the single row of purple mountains in the distance. The cabin was getting closer, she realized.
"Tell me something, bitch," he suddenly said. "Do any of the older kids ever get on your case?"
"On my case? What do you mean?"
"You know," he said. "Do they ever try to cop a feel? Or do they ever press into you in a sly manner, so that you feel their cock bulges? ... The reason I ask is because when I was younger, I use to always try and rub up against the prettiest of the my school teachers. Every time I succeeded, I got an instant hard-on that lasted the rest of the day. It was wild."
"How disgusting," she said. "But to answer your question, yes, one or two of the older boys do get fresh every now and then. And when he does, I simply give him a nice thick book to read, just to get his filthy mind off of sex for a while. It works every time."
"Shit, what a drag. Why don't you just take him into the back room and fuck him? Or at the very least, give him a nice hot blow-job. I guarantee you he'll learn more from your hot lips than he'll ever learn from a book."
Pam's spirits sank. They were getting nearer to the cabin, she knew that. Once there, she would probably have no chance to escape, and nowhere to escape to. She thought briefly about wrecking the cop car in the same way she had wrecked her own car, but she decided against it. She knew that she had avoided serious injury the first time by sheer luck. The chances of her surviving a second crash were slim indeed.
So she sat there on the front seat beside her captor, uncomfortable in the tight cop uniform and the steel bracelets, feeling miserable because of her disheveled condition and the fact that she still had no panties to wear, and fearful of her life. She needed a miracle to save her now, but she didn't know where to look for one.
She sat still for an hour as they traveled deeper into the mountains. Soon there was very little sign of civilization, only thick forests on either side of the asphalt road. Before long, there was not even asphalt, only dirt.
She sensed that Jimmy was proud to be driving a cop car-and no doubt still proud of what he had done to the lady cop. She could see a faint smile on his lips, and a mysterious sparkle in his blue eyes. He tapped his fingers joyfully on the steering wheel as he guided the car up and down steep inclines, and around numerous bends.
It was right after they rounded a very wide bend that Pam first saw the small town. Actually it was no more than a filling station, a general store, an old motel, and a scattering of other buildings that looked in desperate need of repair. She thought it might be a ghost town at first, until she noticed a few people here and there. But they didn't look much livelier or neater than the buildings they inhabited.
"Not a ghost town," Pam said to herself. "But certainly a hillbilly town." Obviously, she was way out in the sticks. She doubted if these people even knew what a library was.
"We'll get gas and supplies here," said Jimmy. "We may even stay the night at the motel and then get an early start in the morning. I'm sure there aren't any cops around here to bother us." Then, chuckling, he said: "Except you." He reached out and touched the badge above her left tit. Then he adjusted the cap on her head. "You look just fine, slut."
"You'll never get away with this," she said. "These people will see you driving this cop car and they'll see me in handcuffs, and they'll know something is wrong."
"Let me worry about that. You just remember to keep your big mouth shut." He then patted the gun he had wedged inside his belt. Pam got his meaning.
The filling station was attended by a tall muscular youth, who had blonde hair and a freckled face. When he saw the cop car pull up to the pump, he dropped the girlie magazine he was reading and slowly rose from his chair. Then he approached hesitantly, his stride stiff-legged as he tried desperately to flatten his huge cock bulge.
"Fill it up," said Jimmy when the kid lowered his head to the open window.
When the youth walked to the rear of the car, Pam said: "And what do you plan to use for money? You know you haven't any."
"I won't need any."
"Oh, hell," said Pam. "You're not planning to rob this place, are you? You're going to get us both killed." She wanted to run away, but the door was locked and her wrists were still handcuffed.
Jimmy said nothing until the youth returned with the bill.
"I don't have any money," he then said.
"Well, that's just fine," said the youth, sarcastically. "I suppose you think you're entitled to free gas just because you're a cop? Well, bullshit with that! Now pay up!"
"What's the matter, kid, don't you like cops?" asked Jimmy.
"Not particularly. Now pay up."
"Well, I don't like cops either."
"But you are a cop."
"No, I'm not," said Jimmy. "But you're driving a cop car."
"I stole it."
"Shit!" said the kid, smiling. "And what about her?" He pointed towards Pam.
"Oh, she's a cop, all right. But she's my prisoner. Can't you see that she's in handcuffs? I took her hostage."
Pam wanted to deny that she was a cop, but that was a real gun sticking out of Jimmy's belt, and she was terrified of it.
"Far out," said the youth. "Then she can pay for the gas."
"She doesn't have any money either."
"Well, what about the twenty dollar bill?"
"How would you like twenty bucks worth of cop pussy?"
"You mean she'll let me fuck her?" His eyes nearly popped out as he studied Pam's creamy thighs.
"She won't let you," said Jimmy. "But I never let a little thing like that stop me, so why should you let it stop you?"
"Wh-What do you mean?"
"Well, I'll tell you what I mean. I'll just drag the bitch back into your shop, and then you can rape the shit out of her. Now, how does that sound?"
"Sounds great!" said the youth, rubbing his cock bulge. "Let's get to it."
Pam stiffened in her seat, her eyes dancing from Jimmy to the blonde kid and back to Jimmy. She couldn't believe what had just transpired between the two. She, a dedicated librarian, was to be sold for a tank of gas. No, not sold-rented!
She started squealing as soon as Jimmy dragged her from the car. But before she could attract much attention from passers by, her captor clamped his hand over her mouth and then picked her up and carried her into the greasy shop. He deposited her on the edge of a wooden desk only after the blonde youth had swept away all the loose papers and other debris that was cluttering the desk top.
Facing her attackers, Pam sat still and kept her thighs closed as tight as she could. She couldn't do anything about her tits, which in the excitement had popped the top buttons of her blouse and were now jutting free, big as ripe melons. She saw the two young men staring at them, and their horny expressions sent a shiver up her spine.
Though terrified, Pam couldn't help but notice the interior of the small building. The furniture consisted of nothing but the desk she was seated on and two other chairs. The floor was grimy and littered with spare auto parts and old gas cans, and there was the putrid odor of gasoline and motor oil drifting through the air to burn her nostrils.
"Golly," said the red-haired kid. "I haven't been this excited since Mary Lou, the town pump, came in here and gave me and Joe Bob blow-jobs." He started tearing off his clothes in anticipation of raping the shit out of the woman he believed to be a cop.
"Do you like blow-jobs?" asked Jimmy, remaining calm beside Pam.
"I sure do."
"Then you shall have one." Jimmy knocked Pam off the edge of the desk and then forced her to her knees.
Pam nearly lost her balance when her knees slipped on a grease spot. To catch herself, she reached out for the nearest thing to hold onto, and that happened to be the kid's cock, which he had just exposed only seconds earlier. Her face immediately blushed red from the embarrassment, which was doubled when her big tits popped completely free of her blouse and dug into the kid's hairy thighs.
"Wow!" shouted the youth. "This is more than I expected. No wonder everyone calls me
Lucky." Then, "C'mon, cop, suck my cock. That's all you cops are good for, anyway."
She doubted if telling the youth that she was really a librarian would make any difference. He probably wouldn't believe her. And even if he did, he'd no doubt still want to rape her. So, helpless and terrified, she held on to the stiff prick with her handcuffed hands and glanced up at the two young men.
Before she could even ask for mercy, Jimmy pulled out his stolen gun and pointed it at her head, directly between her eyes. He said nothing and he didn't have to. She understood clearly. With tears running down her rosy cheeks, she lowered her head and engulfed Lucky's cock.
"Aagh!" he moaned as he watched his cock slowly disappear, inch by inch, until all ten inches of his hot meaty cock was inside her mouth. "Wow! What a hot-sucking cop!"
The boy's cock was throbbing hotly and filling her brain with expanding heat waves that made her dizzy and took away her breath.
Breathing deeply through her nose, Pam started sucking on the big cock shaft. She bobbed her head back and forth in front of him, swallowing his cock again and again. Her cheeks bulged and receded and bulged again. Her nostrils flared. Her nose twitched every time the kid's red cock hair brushed against it.
Pam felt like a fish in a bowl, with her mouth opening and closing and everyone watching. She tried to ignore the thin trickles of spit that escaped her mouth and ran down her chin. She also tried not to let the drops of cum that oozed down her throat bother her too much.
Her lips slid up and down the stiff shaft, gliding up and over every bump and every hard vein. She oiled the cock well and was able to ease the strain on her lips. But she also filled the air with filthy, wet sucking noises.
"Ohh!" groaned Lucky, now stroking Pam's soft cheeks. "I love your lips, baby. I really do." He didn't bother to remove her cop's hat since it did not interfere with her cock sucking.
Pam moved her lips all the way up to his swollen prick head and began to smack on the rubbery bulb. She surprised even herself by her actions, but she certainly didn't want to be shot for not giving her all. Besides, it might be a good idea to just hurry and get this over with, she figured.
In order to keep her balance, she still was forced to hold on to her cock with both her handcuffed hands. Her fingers were getting wet. But she tried not to think about that.
The sloping prick head swelled up even more as her tongue caressed its surface. She also stroked a few nerves and made Lucky jump. When she danced her tongue over his piss hole, he let out a cry that startled her.
She made his cock head sopping wet with her tongue. Then she sucked the cock back into her mouth and moved her lips down to his thick hairy root once more. She tasted cock meat and cock hair and her own fingers as she deep-throated the stiff prick.
"Oh, wow! I don't believe this!" cried Lucky, and he started guiding her lips up and down his cock shaft.
She tasted his cock meat from the thick cock root to the fat cock head, and back again. Her head started to throb from the steady pounding of his balls against her lips and chin. By now, her face was sopping wet, and the cock was red hot and stiff as a board. She sensed from the rhythmic throbbing that the fucker was ready to blow.
Urged on by Lucky, Pam began sucking the cock faster. Her lips stroked his cock shaft furiously, while her head bobbed back and forth with blurring speed. Spit flew everywhere. Cum too. Soon the big prick started bucking out of control.
"Aagh!" cried Lucky, teetering. "I'm going out of my mind!" He threw back his head, slammed his hips forward, and pressed the librarian's mouth tight against his spurting cock.
Pam knew she was going to get a mouthful. She couldn't avoid it.
"Ohhh!" he cried, straining every muscle in his body. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Then he blew his wad down her throat and nearly drowned her.
Choking and gagging, Pam gulped down the youth's hot jizz. Her throat muscles worked feverishly. She had to tighten her lips around the fat prick in order to control the violent jerking.
For her efforts, she received a belly full of cum and a sticky face. As the cock went limp in her mouth, a wave of shame swept over her and she became angry with herself for having submitted to these two young men.
"I'll never be able to live this down," she said to herself. "Not in a hundred years."
Jimmy didn't wait a hundred years. He forced her to her feet and then made her lean over the desk, so that her big tits hung down and touched the desk top. With her blouse already open and hiding nothing, Jimmy lifted her skirt and showed Lucky Pam's round white ass.
"Have you ever seen an ass this nice?" Jimmy asked Lucky. Jimmy patted the two plump ass-cheeks and made them jiggle.
Lucky looked with bulging eyes, then said: "We have some great pussy and some big tits in this town, but I've never seen an ass this gorgeous."
"Did you hear that?" Jimmy asked Pam. "You've got the nicest ass in this whole hillbilly town. You oughta be proud."
In her bent-over position, with two hoodlums playing with her ass, Pam didn't feel too proud.
"Can I touch it?" Lucky asked Jimmy.
"Why not."
With a wide grin, Lucky placed his left palm on Pam's ass and held it there for a few seconds. Pam shivered at his touch. She sensed danger and grew more and more frightened. She gripped the desk top with both hands and dug her bare soles into the grimy wooden floor.
Lucky liked what he felt and began to move his palm in circles, caressing more and more ass meat. Then he started using both hands. He flattened the ass-cheeks in his fists and watched as ass meat oozed between his fingers. He bounced her ass-cheeks up and down, finding pleasure in the way they quivered. He stretched the big mounds of ass meat apart and revealed her tiny shit bung.
As if reading his mind, Jimmy said: "You want to plug that shitter up, don't you, boy?" Jimmy had been watching the youth's antics and had given them his full approval. He took great delight in the librarian's suffering, laughing each time she whimpered or shivered. Giving her to this hillbilly had been a good idea, he thought. A damned good idea!
"You bet," said Lucky, grinning from ear to ear as he fingered Pam's shitter. "I sure would like to stick my cock in her ass."
"Well, go ahead and do it. I don't give a fuck."
"But she does. Her ass muscles are keeping her shit bung closed tight. I can't even get my finger inside, let alone my prick." He plucked at Pam's shitter to show Jimmy he was telling the truth.
"Well, I know how to fix that," said Jimmy. He went over to the wall and pulled a short fat rubber hose from its hook. When he returned, dangling the limp hose, he said: "Don't worry, boy, I'll have her ass-hole loose as a goose in no time. Just stand back."
Lucky stepped out of the way so Jimmy could have a clear shot at Pam's ass. He had never seen a lady get her ass whipped before.
Pan started sobbing as soon as she saw Jimmy pull the rubber hose from its hook. She knew the hose was intended for her. She had barely recovered from her last whipping and now she was to have another one. It just wasn't fair.
"Pucker up," said Jimmy to Pam, mocking her.
He raised the rubber hose with both hands and slammed it forward into her soft ass-cheeks. The ass-cheeks quaked, parted briefly, and slammed shut again. Tremors raced up her back and down her thighs. She thought she was going to die.
"You bastard!" she cried, her eyes red, like her ass. "You're just a motherfucking coward, that's all! Just a no good dirty rotten son-of-a-bitch coward! I'll kill you if I get the chance! I swear I will!"
Her screams rocked the shaky building, but did not phase Jimmy. He quieted her with another blow to her ass, this time knocking her asscheeks to one side. His grin broadened when he glanced over at Lucky and saw the boy's eyes bugging out.
Jimmy hit her again and again, flattening her ass-cheeks with the rubber hose. Terrific flesh-slapping sounds filled the room, as did frightening screams. Both young men watched as Pam's ass sprouted one ugly purple bruise after another.
When his arm grew tired, Jimmy offered the hose to Lucky, and the youth happily seized it. "Go on," said Jimmy. "Have some fun."
"You bet I will. I'm going to give her what for. Deed I am." Lucky took Jimmy's place behind Pam, while Jimmy stepped back to watch.
As more blows rocked her ass, Pam sobbed openly and shook her head from side to side. The desk she was leaning against creaked loudly each time she was knocked into it. Her tits, banging repeatedly against the desk top, started aching again. Her senses swirled from the pain, and she was sure she was going to faint.
But she didn't faint. Lucky drilled her ass with more furor than Jimmy. She winced and cried with each blow. Her ears rang with the steady slapping of rubber against flesh. Her ass started feeling like dead weight, growing almost numb from the vicious blows.
"I could beat the fuck out of this bitch all day," said Lucky. "Hell, she's even making my cock ooze. Just look at that creamy cum on the end of my cock." He leaned into her and wiped his prick on her ass-cheeks without missing a blow.
The rubber hose was hot now, fired up by friction with her ass meat. The blows both stung her and burned her. She begged the youth to stop, but Jimmy told him to continue and he chose to listen to Jimmy.
Though the hose only struck her ass, Pam felt pain from her knees all the way up to the middle of her back. It was a throbbing pain, which beat at her nerves and senses and threatened to drive her out of her mind.
"Oh, fuck!" cried Lucky at last, his body sweaty from the workout he was getting. "My arms are tired and my cock is ready to explode. I've just got to plug that ass-hole right now."
"First see if she's loosened up," said Jimmy. "If she hasn't, I'll whip her some more."
Lucky pressed his finger into Pam's little shit-ter, and the thick digit immediately slipped in up to the second knuckle. He felt no resistance at all, only terrific heat that promised him and his cock a good time.
Grabbing her hips tightly, Lucky snuggled up to the woman's asscrack, his prick jutting out long and straight, his balls, fat with cum, hanging down heavily. A loud gasp escaped his lips as he lunged forward and speared the tight ass bud.
"Eeeee!" squealed Pam, arching her back suddenly. "Oh, shit! What are you doing back there?"
"You're ready for me, bitch. And I'm ready for you. This is going to be one ass-fucking you'll not forget. And you can take my word on that."
His fat cock head stretched her ass-hole wide, wide enough to make her cry out sharply. He kept pushing, grunting the whole time. It didn't take him long to realize that there was a huge difference between his finger and his prick.
Pam rolled her eyes and bit her lip in an effort to withstand the intense pressure. She could feel the slippery prick head sliding into her, massaging her shit chute. She pumped her ass-hole muscles, hoping to dislodge the intruder, but Lucky's cock head was too fat and he was too strong.
Her shitter opened wider and wider. The heat and the pain intensified. She groaned deeply, wriggled her ass a couple of times, then spread her legs wider in order to make room for the boy's cock. Since it was obvious she was going to have the prick up her ass-hole whether she wanted it there or not, she figured she might as well be as comfortable as she could.
Visions of the children back at the library flashed briefly through her mind. Very briefly. The hot cock sliding deeper into her shit hole struck so many nerves her mind began jumping. She could think of nothing but the youth's big hot prick. The greasy fucker slid balls deep. Her eyes bugged out the instant she felt the swollen prick head reach for her belly. This can't be happening, she told herself.
Lucky held her hips tight as he started grinding his cock into her shit hole. His cock shaft reamed her shit tube thoroughly, stroking her shit hole walls and jolting her tender nerves even more. She trembled from head to toe, placing all her weight on the old desk.
Round and round her shitter slid the youth's fat prick. The fucker not only stood her nerves on end, but it also churned her buttery shit juices into froth. She heard the gentle squishing noises emanating from deep within her shit hole, and she tried to put them out of her mind.
"Aagh!" moaned Lucky, deeply connected to the plump white ass jutted out towards him. "Oh, this is great. I can't believe my luck. Fuck me, baby, fuck me!"
The blonde kid started drilling her shitter. Moving his hips rhythmically back and forth, he fucked her ass-hole from all directions. His cock head speared every crack and crevice of her shit tube, while his thick cock shaft kept her shitter walls stretched wide. The squishing noises grew louder and so did Pam's cries of agony.
Heavy balls slapped her ass-cheeks. The awful sound reverberated throughout the small building. Pam thought the sound even worse than the burning pain in her ass, and she tried to close her ears to it.
But the sound of flesh slapping flesh persisted, growing louder and louder as Lucky increased his thrusts. Pam cried out repeatedly as he drove her back and forth, back and forth, her body like a machine gone out of control. Her breath came out loud and ragged, and as squeaky as the desk, barely able to support her weight.
"I'm going crazy!" cried Lucky, leaning into her with all his weight. "Her ass-hole is so fucking hot."
He reached around and grabbed two handfuls of tit. Then he flattened them in his fists and used them for support. Pam complained loudly but to no avail as the blonde kid started fucking the shit out of her ass.
She felt her shit juices oozing down the backs of her thighs at least several seconds before she felt Lucky's cock swell up to gigantic proportions. Then she felt the intense throbbing, the same sort of throbbing that she had felt just before his cock erupted in her mouth. She braced herself as best she could under the circumstances, then began shivering in anticipation of his hot cum.
How much lower, through how many more gutters did this escaped convict intend to drag her? And how would she ever be able to climb back up to live a normal life again?
But the hillbilly drilling her ass was not concerned about that, she knew. He only wanted to have a little fun and get his rocks off. As far as he was concerned, she was nothing but a good-for-nothing-cop, who had the misfortune to fall into the hands of this slick city dude.
Gasping and teetering, Lucky gave her every inch of his cock. He made her scream with pain as he stroked her swollen shitter. And he kept stroking her, kept ass-fucking her, until her creamy red-hot shit hole overcame him.
"Aagh!" he cried, throwing his head back and slamming his cock forward. "I'm coming! Oh, you dirty bitch! I'm coming!"
He blew his wad into her ass-hole and whitewashed her shitter walls. The creamy jizz spurted far and deep, and she trembled with each burst.
He nearly bucked her right up onto the desk top, so great was his orgasm. He shouted loudly as he pumped out his cum. He wanted her to have it all, and he wasn't about to release her until he had accomplished that goal.
"Ohhh!" he groaned, his face strained and sweaty. "Take my jizz, slut! Take my jizz! Oh, wow, what an ass!"
"Ungh!" moaned Pam, as the hot jizz scorched her sensitive shitter meat. "Owww! How disgusting!"
But like the cum or not, she found herself pumping her ass-hole muscles around the hillbilly's cock. Lucky cried out repeatedly as his cum was drained from his balls, and Pam howled again and again as what seemed like bucketfuls of jizz emptied into her shit hole. When it was over, she collapsed on top of the desk, and he to the floor.
"Well, well," said Jimmy, patting Pam on the ass. "You're learning pretty fast. I brought you along mainly as a hostage, but I'm beginning to think that you can be of an even greater use to me. Yes, indeed."
Lucky pulled himself to his feet and then looked about for his clothes. He was fucked out and satisfied that he had gotten his money's worth. He didn't care what became of the bitch now.
Jimmy wasn't through with him though. "I'm headed up into the mountains for a spell,"
Jimmy told him. "I need food, clothes, whiskey, and other supplies. Do you suppose I can get those things in this town?"
"I know damned well you can," said Lucky. "There's stores all around. You can't miss them."
"But, remember, I have no money. Do you suppose the other businessmen are as broad-minded as you? Do you think they'd be as willing to barter?"
Lucky looked at Pam then back at Jimmy. "Mmmmmm. Yeah. I see what you mean." Then he said: "Well, considering the merchandise, I think you'll find them extremely broad-minded. Hell, they're all good ole boys, just like me. Why don't you just give me a list of everything you need, then I'll make the appropriate phone calls. Shit, those horny bastards will jump at the chance to have a crack at a city slicker like her."