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Collected by Djian
update may13 - 2008

Framed & Chained


Meghan felt a mixture of disgust and excite-
ment as she gazed at the scenery alongside the
highway. The disgust was for being here in the first
place, practically in the middle of nowhere. The
excitement was what she couldn't help feeling at
such change, at moving to a new state, new house,
new school
It hadn't been her idea to leave Los Angeles for
Grandon, Arizona. She'd never heard of Grandon,
and was willing to bet the vast majority of Amer-
icans hadn't either, and never wanted to. How her
parents thought they could escape crime and drugs
just be moving to somewhere without movies,
theaters or malls was beyond her.
She'd put up a strenuous tight, so much so that,
as a bribe, and to settle one of her major complaints,
she'd been awarded the Jeep she was now driving.
It was shiny new, black, with a roll bar and fog
lights, and she'd had to fight hard to keep her anger
after finding it in her driveway.
The down side was that she was forced to accept
her little sister's company on the drive, and would
probably have to cart the brat around a lot once
they got there. It wasn't that Amy was that bad,
but the two of them were such opposites that they
could never seem to get along.
She cocked her head to one side just then,
grinning at her sister as she continued to try and
read the magazine before her.
The wind was cutting through the open topped
jeep with plenty of force, whipping Amy's long,
thick blonde hair back behind her and making her
blink her eyes beneath her round glasses. She was
fighting to control the magazine as the wind tried
to tear it from her fingers.
Meghan's own hair was a light reddish brown,
cut simple, straight, and about shoulder length.
Amy's was styled thick and wavy, and hung halfway
down her back. Meghan had a slender, athletic
body, which had served her well in her capacity as
Captain of the school's soccer, baseball, track and
field, and swim teams. Most people thought of her
as a tomboy, especially since she dismissed most
girls as air heads.
Her sister, by contrast, was very feminine, with
a soft, willowy body, large round breasts and a
fawning manner around boys. She got straight As
in school and wanted nothing to do with exercise.
Amy followed current fashions with the dedica-
tion of a broker following the market, while Meghan
herself wore little other than jeans and t-shirts.
She stepped on the gas a little, speeding up and
increasing the force of the wind lashing against her
sister's magazine. Amy didn't seem to notice, but
obviously found it more difficult to keep the
magazine straight and her long light skirt from flap-
ping.
Meghan herself was wearing cutoffs and a tank
top with no bra. Those who knew her and saw her
dressed like that would think nothing of her, figuring
that she simply didn't care how she looked. That
wasn't exactly true. Though she preferred jeans and
shorts, tank tops and t-shirts, Meghan was quite
aware of what the effect would be on the males
around her.
The cutoffs, for example, were faded, and quite
tight, revealing her rounded buttocks and long, slim
legs, The tank top was cropped below the breasts,
showing her strong, flat belly, and pulled tight across
her high, firm breasts.
Oh, she was aware, all right. Comfort wasn't the
only reason she sometimes dressed like this.
People who knew her would probably be
astonished at some of the fantasies she'd had, some
of the thoughts which sometimes crept into her
mind. She had never done anything about any of
them, of course. Getting all naked with some guy
and letting him touch her...do things to her...was
simply too embarrassing to contemplate seriously.
Anyway, guys were so immature that he'd proba
ably blab to the whole school, the whole neighbor-
hood. She'd been waiting for some mature, hunky
guy to experiment on, but now...
Now she was going to some small town where
everyone minded everyone else business and where
she'd have to search hard and carefully for a
discreet ... friends In the meantime she'd just remain
celibate,
"Slow down," Amy whined.
"Should've rode with Mom and Dad," Meghan
yelled above the wind.
"Don't be such a bitch," Amy glared.
"It's too fuckin' hot to go slow."
"If You'd put the top on and turned on the air-
conditioning you wouldn't have to worry about the
heat. "
"I Wanted to ride without the top, okay! It's my
car."
"How much longer!" Amy sighed.
"Probably not long now."
"Can't we stop somewhere!"
"Why! We're almost there."
"I'd like to get a drink."
"You always want a drink, then we have to stop
again so you can piss it away."
"Don't be crude."
"Sorry, Princess."
"And stop calling me Princess," Amy snapped,
trying to stomp her foot even while sitting down.
Stomping her foot was something she did a lot,
but with the wind whipping past her all she
succeeded in doing when she raised her leg was to
let her skirt, which she'd been holding under it, fly
loose again. With the increased wind the skirt flew
up around her face, exposing her legs all the way
to the crotch.
She batted it down in exasperation, folding it
under her leg and sitting on it again.
"Purple panties!" Meghan laughed. "Where'd you
get them!"
"What's wrong with purple!" Amy scowled,
reddening a bit.
"I dunno, Amy, looks kind of slutty to me. Purple
lace string bikini panties, hmmmm! Now who
would you be wearing those for!"
"Don't be ridiculous. I just wear them because...
because, that's all. Real women wear things like
this, not those stupid jockey things you go for."
"What would you know about real women, you
punk!"
"I know they like wearing sexy lingerie Don't
you ever read Cosmos!"
"No. "
"No of course not. All you read is Sports
Illustrated. All you wear are those dumb cotton
jockey things. Christ, you hardly ever even wear a
bra, and you're too big to go without."
"I Wear a bra."
"You do not. You wear those halter things."
"My tits don't get so sweaty in them. Anyway, I
wear bras during sports. That's enough."
"That's only because the principal complained.
Meghan snorted and tried again to get something
decent on the radio.
She was distracted by the siren that blared behind
her. She looked into the rear view mirror and cursed
as she saw the flashing lights of a police car,
"Ha, ha," Amy grinned.
"Fuck," Meghan cursed.
She pulled over to the side of the long, empty
road, and the police car pulled in behind them and
stopped.
"Now you're gonna get it," Amy smirked.
"Just shut your mouth, brat," Meghan snapped.
A fat cop got out of the car and sauntered up
towards them, then put his beefy hands on the door
and leaned in, face red and sweaty.
"Your pants on fire or somethin', baby!" he
sneered.
"No," Meghan said sulkily.
"Lemmie see your drivers license and registra-
tion."
She handed it up to him and he peered at it
closely.
"Know how fast you was goin!"
"Fifty five!" she asked.
"Not hardly," he glared.
She shrugged.
"You was goin purcy near seventy-five."
"I was not! I was maybe going sixty-five."
"Seventy-five," he said, grinning nastily. "Round
here the tine fer speedin' is ten dollars a mile;"
"Two hundred dollars! !" Meghan gasped. "I don't
have two hundred dollars!"
"You drive a nice new car like this an' you ain't
got a Lousy two hundred dollars!"
"It was a present from my parents," Meghan glowered.
"AHhh, ain't that nice. Well, maybe daddy'll
cough up another couple hundred to keep his little
precious out of jail, huh!"
She glared at him and folded her arms angrily
aCrOSS her chest.
"You're from Los Angeles, huh!"
"Obviously," she sulked.
He leaned in again, his eyes flicking from her to
Amy, then back. "It true about all you California
girls, that you're all sluts!"
"Fuck off," she said resentfully.
He snickered and straightened up.
"Out of the car, baby," he said
"Why!"
"Why! This ain't Los Angeles, baby. We ain't
gonna give you a ticket and then have you tear it
up an' drive outa state again."
"But I'm not. We're going to live here, in some
place called, uhm Grandon."
"You say. Far as I know you're outa state. neat
means you gotta come back to the station until you
cough up the two hundred dollar fine."
"I wasn't going eighty-five!" she protested.
"You say," he grinned. "Out."
She cursed under her breath and opened the door,
then got out of the car. He gripped her arm and
turned her around, then pulled her hand behind her.
"Hey!" she cried.
"Gotta handcuff all prisoners," he said. "Thems
the rules."
"But she was only speeding," Amy protested, on
her knees on the seat now, looking out the side.
"You shut yer yap, girl," the man growled.
pointing his fingers at her. "Don't you go inferferin'
with a officer in the performance of his duties,"
"Why can't just drive there behind you?"
Meghan demanded.
"Cause I say so."
"Well what am I supposed to do!", Amy
demanded.
"Grandon's not far," Meghan said."Go and find
Mom and Dad and get some money."
"But I only have a learners permit," Amy pro-
tested.
The fat officer jerked Meghan around and
marched her back to a beat up Chevy with bars on
the rear windows. He jerked open the door and
roughly shoved her inside, then got in the front.
He stomped on the gas and the car screeched out
onto the road, then did a U turn and headed back
the way he'd come. Meghan looked out the rear
window until Amy and the jeep disappeared from
sight.
She sat there glowering at the back of the cop,
through the bars between the seats
"Hey," she said. "These things are too tight,"
He spit out the open window. "Tough," he said.
"They're hurting me!"
"You don't shut her yap I'11 hurt you worse."
She muttered angrily but shut up.
They turned off onto another road, then made
another turn, then another.
"How much further is this stupid police station!"
she demanded.
"It's a big county," the guy shrugged.
She rolled her eyes unhappily and tried to rub
some feeling into her hands.
"These fucking cuffs are too tight," she complained
again.
He pulled over to the side of the road and stopped,
then heaved his bulk out of the car and opened the
rear door, A big hand came in and shoved her
roughly down on her side, then he gripped her bare
leg and jerked her onto her belly,
His hands felt around her cuffs, then a key went
into one and she felt them loosening a little.
"Thanks," she said sullenly.
"Well, now, if you're feeling grateful, I can think
of a few better ways fer you to show it," he drawled
He was kneeling on the seat behind her and she
felt a sudden twinge fear. The twinge shot upwards
into fear and plan as his hand came slid off her
Wrists and down onto her ass.
"Hey!" Get off me!" she cried.
"Settle down, baby. I ain't hurtin' you," he
drawled.
His hand caressed her ass, tight in the denim
cutoffs, while she wiggled helplessly.
"Don't touch me, you bastard!" she screamed.
He snickered, his hand sliding in between her thighs
and squeezing her pussy.
"Think yer real hot stuff, don't ya!" he growted,
"Get OFF me!" she cried, twisting violently, He
shifted his leg slightly so his knee came on
the back of her right thigh. She cried ouc in pain
as her soft flesh was crushed beneath his weight.
He jerked her left leg wider, forcing it off the seat,
then his hand rubbed her pussy harder.
"You fuckin bastard son of a bitch! " she screamed.
"You watch yer lip, girl," he snapped, slapping
the back of her head.
He gripped her arm and rolled her over onto her
back. She tried to kick him but he gripped her legs
and pulled them apart easily, grinning at her as he
knelt between them, He licked his lips as his eyes
moved up and down her body.
"This ain't Los Angeles, baby," he leered, "Round
here, we know what to do with sluts like you."
"I'm not a slut!" she gulped.
"No bra, wavin' yer ass aroun' in tight shorts. Yer
jus beggin' for it."
"You,..you better let me go," she gulped,
frightened now instead of angry.
"Sure, baby, once you done paid for yer crimes."
His hand cupped her pussy again, then both
hands slid up her body, up her smooth, bare belly
to her crop top. He shoved the top up over her
breasts, exposing the bare orbs to his greedy eyes,
then laid his hands over them, squeezing hard.
"Ahhh," he sighed. "Nice titties."
"Stop it," she sobbed.
"Think yer too good fer me, baby? You ain't," he
sneered.
His big fingers dug into her soft Aesh, squeezing
and kneading it roughly. He pinched her nipples,
laughing when she cried out in pain, pulling them
upwards then letting them snap back. He
licked at her left nipple, then sucked it into his
mouth and gnawed at it with his teeth
She moaned in pain and tried again to twist away,
tears trickling down the sides of her face as the big
man bit and sucked on her tit flesh.
He licked down to her bell, then gripped the
waistband of her cutoffs and tore it open. Meghan
cried out in alarm as the pants opened, then Sobbed
harder as he jerked them downward. She tried to
keep her legs open so he couldn't get them off, but
he just grabbed her legs and lifted them up, then
pulled them together.
He held her legs together, feet touching the roof
of the car, while he slid her cutoffs and panties up
their long length to her ankles. Then he pulled
them off and shoved her legs apart again.
"Please..please don't," she moaned. "Please"
"You need a good fuckin', baby," he panted.
"Snotty slut like you needs to be shown her place."
He gazed at her bare pussy with lust and excite-
ment, then squeezed it hard, rubbing his hand up
and down through her soft curly pubic hair. She
tried to close her legs and he glared and slapped
her right breast.
She screamed in pain and sobbed as he jerked
her legs wide apart again.
"You do as you told, slut, or things'll go bad fer
you," he snapped.
He undid his belt and dropped the gun and
nightstick and other stuff on the floor. Then he
undid his other belt and opened his pants, He took
out a stiff, red cock and wagged it at her gleefully.
"This's fer you, baby," he grinned.
He pressed the fat nose against her tight, virgin
hole, rubbing it up and down, inside she was dry,
but outside she was covered in sweat, including
between the legs. He was even more sweaty, and
he used that as lubrication as he shoved his cockhead
against her slit and forced the lips in and back,
"Ohhhhhwwww," she wailed.
"Shut yer mouth, slut," he barked.
He shoved harder, and watched his cockhead
slowly sink into the tight hole, watched her slit
part, the lips surround his shaft as his head disap-
peared into her body.
He shoved harder, and Meghan cried out in pain
as his cock jabbed into her. She was breathing!
heavily, her chest heaving She tried to look up at
the ceiling, to ignore what was going on, but it
didn't work. She gasped in pain each time he thrust
forward, each time he forced his cock another inch
Or two deeper.
Then she felt it meet-her hymen. She whimpered
in misery and looked up, hoping for some hint of
mercy now that he must know she wasn't a slut.
"Hot damn," he cried "I get to pop a cherry
Her hopes fell, then she screamed as he lunged
forward, slamming his cock through her hymen,
ripping her cunt open as he fell forward atop her
slender body.
He crushed her into the seat as he rammed his
prong down into her slit, groaning like a hog as he
ground his hips against her and bounced atop her,
She sobbed and moaned and panted for breath as
his cock was slowly forced all the way up her cunt

pipe to the very end.
She moaned piteously as he laughed in pleasure.
He bounced atop her, making her cry, out in pain,
then wriggled from side to side, twisting his cock
around in her belly He reached down and gripped
her hair behind her head, forcing her head back,
her face up. He jammed his lips against hers and
she tasted his bad breath as his tongue shot into
her mouth.
She wanted to bite it, but was too frightened.
He cupped her breast, squeezing hard, mashing the
flesh around from side to side as he humped against
her. His cock pumped hard inside her, jerking in
and out, tearing her cunt apart as he enjoyed her
soft young body.
His hands raced over her body, squeezing and
slapping and kneading her flesh as he worked his
cock back and forth In her pussy. He sucked and
chewed at her lips and throat and ears, grunting
with effort as his big ass rose and fell atop her,
The sweat dripped off his head and onto her face
as she moaned and wept helplessly, his heat and
weight made it hard for her to even breath. Her
cunt ached, burned, from the hard, raping it was
getting, and her wrists and arms were crushed below
her weight and his.
She had never imagined herself`undergoing such
misery, and sobbed in self-pity as the big man
continued to hump down into her lustfully.
"You love that, don't ya, slut!" he panted. "Got
a hard one in you now, huh, baby! Vngh! Ungh!
Ungh! Yeah! Yeah! Take that! Ungh! Ungh! Fuckin
stuck...ungh...up bitch! Ungh!"
The springs squeaked below them and the car
bounced Lightly as his heavy body bounced atop
her. She grunted in pain each time his weight
slammed down against her. It was almost worse than
his cock raping up and down in her pussy.
Almost.
His cock was tearing in and out of her just opened
pussy tunnel in wild, uneven movements, twisting
around inside her belly, punching upwards into her
guts again and again as he raped her hole. She could
feel every ridge, every vein, every hair on kis cock
as it pumped up and down in her pussy tube, could
feel her soft, elastic flesh forced wide open as hjs
cock thrust in, could feel it strainingaround the
thickness of the prick, then could feel it closing as
his cock retreated up her tunnel again.
Again and again his big cock plunged to the
bottom of her aching pussy tunnel as the big, sweaty
man made free use of her soft, nubile, body. He
drooled and sucked on her tits again, then squeezed
them until she cried. He shoved his tongue deep
into her mouth and made her push hers into his.
Then he jammed his hands under her to cup her
buttocks and jerk them upwards to meet his thrusts.
Meghan cried out now with each stroke, the force
multiplied as he jerked her cunt upwards as he thrust
down. His body was crushed even tighter against
hers and his cock seemed to go even farther inside
her, so deep it hurt something way up in her belly.
He grunted in pleasure as he pounded his cock
up and down in her pussy slot, his fingers digging
into her ass meat as he pulled her against him. His
teeth gnawed at the nape of her neck as he irhpaled
her on his hard male meat, then he came, gruntiin
ecstasy as he felt his )uice shooting into her body.
"Uuhhhhhhhh!" he groaned. "Comin'! Comin!
Yeahhhhhhh! Oohhhhhh!"
He fucked especially hard, then gave a final flurrr
of thrusts and lay still atop her, his fingers loosening
on her ass.
He heaved a sigh of relief, then slowly pulled his
bulk off her and sat up. She lay there whimpering,
her breathing loud and ragged.
He grinned down at her, then ran his hand over
her body, stroking her breasts, then easing in
between her legs.
"Nice, real nice pussy,"he sighed. "I oughto arrest
you for walking around keeping a nice hole like
that all closed up. It should be a crime fer a body;
like yours not ta get-fucked every day."
He pulled her legs together, lifting them
again, then sliding her shorts over hei feet, He
pulled them down to her thighs, then let herlegs
down and ierked her pants up around her hips,
grinning as he zipped them up.
"You be a good girl now," he grinned, getting out
of the car and slamming the door.
She lay there, still panting for breath, still
sniffling in misery as he got back in the front and
started the car again. Tney drove for another five
minutes before she sat up. The tank top fell down
over her breasts again, so she could almost pretend
nothing had happened.
Almost.
Her pussy still stung from the cruel raping that
had ripped out her cherry. Her thighs ached Erom
his hard rutting, and her panties were laying on the
floor by her feet.
He drove into a dusty small town and parked in
front of a small stone building with one door and
one window. There were bars in front of the window,
and a sign on the wall said POLICE.
He got out and opened the rear door, then dragged
her out of the car and marched her into the police
station.
It was as hot inside as out, maybe hotter. She
found herself in a small room with a couple of desks,
some filing cabinets, and a small table which held
a coffee maker and toaster. A man sat at a desk,
holding an electric fan up in front of his face.
He looked up as the door dpened, his eyes going
to her, then the man behind her, then settling back
on her.
"Well, now. What we got here!" he asked.
"Found this California slut doing near ninety up
on I-14, Sheriff," the fat man said. "Brought her in
to pay her fine. Capt she ain't got no money."
The other man set down the fan, then slowly
stood up. He was dressed the same as the man
behind her, but was taller, leaner. He had a narrow
face that needed shaving, and was sweating just like
the fat man, iust like her.
He walked up in front of her, his eyes moving
up and down her body appreciatively. She wanted
to complain, to tell him what the other man had
done, but this man did not fill her with any
assurance that she would.be treated right. iShe kepc
her mouth shut.
"What's your name, girl!" the sheriff demanded.,
"Meghan Sheffield," she gulped.
"You been a bad girl, ain't you, Meghan!" he
grinned.
"I...I guess," she whispered.
"I guess," he echoed "How you plannin' on payin'
yer fine!"
"I...my sister drove to seemy parents. They'll
bring money."
"She says they's movin' to Grandon, and her
parents are there."
"Uh, huh," the Sheriff said. "You kin go back
out on patrol again, Mank."
"But, Sheriff..,"
"I said GIT!" the sheriff snapped.
The fat man hurriedly retreated, and Meghan
was left alone with the Sheriff.
He gazed at her through sullen eyes, then took
a dirty handkerchief from his back pocket and wipped
sweat off his forehead, then the rest of his face. He
stuffed it back in his pocket then reached out and
abruptly gripped her arm and spun her around.
He gripped her wrists, then removed the hand
cuffs and spun her around again. "In there," he
said, jerking his head towards a door at the other
end of the room.
Meghan shuffled across to the door, the sheriff
behind her. He reached out and opened it, then
shoved her through. She found herself in a small
hallway with cages on either side. There was a room
just off to the right, though, and it was in here the
Sheriff pushed her.
The room was small, with a desk and table. There
was a sink in at one end, and also a small square
booth not much bigger than a phone booth that
was a stand up shower stall.
"Git your clothes off," he said.
"Wha...whatl" Meghan gulped, staring up at him
in fear.
"You heard me, girl," he growled.
"But... but I..."
He reached out and gripped her by the throat,
closing his fingers cruelly as he lifted her up on her
toes.
"When I tell you to do something, you do it,
understand!" He shook her for emphases, then flung
her back against the wall.
She gripped her throat and moaned softly, eyes
terrified as she watched the man glowering at her,
I mean now!" he snapped.
Her fingers trembled as they went to her top and
slowly jerked it up and off. She turned her back on
him, trying for some last vestiges of pride and
privacy, and undid her pants, shoving them and
her panties down het long legs, then stepping out
Of them.
"And the shoes," he snapped.
She pulled her shoes off, then stood there,
shaking, her back still to him, her face flushed in
humiliation. She yelped as he gripped her arm and
spun her around to face him.
"Put your hands behind your head," he glared.
Meshan blinked back tears and hesitantlyÅ~ pulled
her hands up, terribly embarrassed as she, exposed
her naked body to the man's sneering gaze.
"Stand straight," he growled.
His eyes moved over her, not with lust like the
fat deputy, but with anger and disdain.
"Turn around, slut, and bend over that table
there," he said finally.
Meghan had no choice but to obey. The sheriff
came up behind her and placed his big hand between
her shoulder blades, shoving her down hard so her
breasts were crushed against the table top. He kicked
her legs apart too, spreading her wide.
She whimpered when she felt his finger at her
pussy slit. It thrust up into her hard and fast,
heedless of her pain and discomfort, His finger
probed deep inside her, then withdrew,
"Well, now, leks what I found," he said.
She turned her head around fearfully and saw
him holding a small plastic bag with white powder
in it. He opened it and put his finger inside
"Looks like cocaine,"he said.
"Wha...what!" she stared.
"Yep, got me a cocaine smuggler."
"What....what are you ralking about!"she
exclaimed.
"I say you could talk druggie!"
He shoved down hard on her back again, crushlng
her breasts into the scarred wooden table Meghan
twisted aside, straightening up again. "You can't.."
His fist slammed into her right side just below
her ribs and she collapsed, thrown against the table
and then tumbling to the floor in a heap. She cryed
out in pain as she clutched her aching side, curling
up into a ball on the Aoor.
She sobbed in shock, fear and misery,then
screamed as he reached down and gripped a thick
hunk of her hair, dragging her to her feet again.
He shoved her against the table again, folding her
over it and kicking her legs apart once more.
"You ba...aaa.... aaasstarddddd," she sobbed.
"Better learn some obedience, slut," he said. "You
ain't gonna be treated like no princess around here."
He drew his gleaming black nightstick, his eges
glittering in sadistic excitement as he gazed on her
rournd, white ass cheeks. He ran the blunt tip of
the two foot long stick over her ass, then prodded
at her pussy.
Meghan's sobbing turned into a wail of misery as
he jammed the thing against her slit, forcing it
through the tight pussy lips and deep into,her cunt
channel. Instinctively she tried to rise, to twist
away, to reach back and grab at the stick
He gripped her hair again, producing another cry
of pain as he bent her head painfully up and back,
and jammed the thick stick even deeper into: her
pussy. He forced it high: intp her guts, then gnwlnd
the tip against her cervix as she sobbed and choked
and cried out in pain.
"Stinkin' whore," he sneered. "This's what you
wants' ain't it! Somethin' long and thick up your
twat!"
He pumped the nightstick cruelly in her rear
hole, twisting it from side to side, punshing the
end against her cervix as she howled and cried and
writhed in his grasp.
He jerked it out then, licking his lips in enjoy
ment as her body shook with deep, gut wrenching
sobs.
"Still gotta check out this other hole for drugs,
he drawled, pressing the stick against her crinkled
little anal opening.
Meghan's sobs rose to new heights as he forced
the baton into the teenager's asshole. Inch afrer
inch of the thick, hard wood disappeaned into her
rectum as Meghan trembled and shook, and tears
poured down her cheeks.
He jammed it up into her guts and twist Sharply
making her gasp and choke and sob in agony. He
pulled back and punched forward, again draaring-a
shocked cry of pain.
He snickered and pumped the baton in and out
with hard, fast motions, fucking her ass With brutal
strokes of his long, thick baton. He jerked it out,
then slammed it down hard on the table next to
her, making her cry our in shock.
His teeth gleamed as he undid his zipper and
drew his now loulging cock out. He held it in his
fisc for a moment, then Nbbed the head over the
soft flesh of her ass cheeks. He jerked her thighs
further apart then pressed his cock against her slit.
He thrust in hard, making her cry out'once again,
burying his tool in her belly with one faSt, hard
stroke. He began pumping at once, gripping her
hips as he slammed his hips against her uptumed
ass cheeks, pistoning his cock inside her with furious
strokes.
He fucked for a long minute, his breath loud and
ragged as he drove his thick prong deep into her
pussy. Then he pulled it out and pressed it against
her anus instead. As before he was not gentle,
jamming his cock against her hole, forclng it in as
fast as he could.
He threw his hips forward and spiked his cock
up her asshole, grunting with effort, ignoring her
whimpers and sobs and moans as he buried his cock
in her rectum, then began fucking it.
Meghan Lay there in pain and misery and fear,
her side aching, her head throbbing, and her crotch
on tire with pain. For the second time in an hour
she had been raped, and now, almost beyond belief,
she was being brutally and savagely sodomized.
She had, of course, heard of ass fucking, but had
never in a million years contemplated that anyone

would ever do it to her. His cock felt like a log back
there, tearing around in her guts with painful speed
and force. Still, she was grateful it was his cock,
that at least, was far less painful than the big baton
he'd used to tear her asshole open in the first place.
But nothing could lesson the total shock to her
mind. No one had ever treated her with such brutal
cruelty, and she had no idea hclw to understand or
cope with it. The Sheriff terrified her, the fear so
great it outweighed the tenible humiliation and
discomfort.
She groaned weakly and miserabiy as he rodded
his big cock back and forth in her asshole. She
made no further attempt to twist away or evade
him, knowing it was futile, and fearing what he
would do if she resisted further.
His hands moved roughly on her slender body,
slapping her ass cheeks, gripping her hips to jerk
her back against him, then sliding under her chest
to cup her breasts. He gripped her hair again,
making her cry out in pain as he lifted her upright.
He slid his arms under hers, then jerked back,
forcing her arms up and out as he locked his fingers
together behind her head. He pulled back cruelly
forcing her to arch her back painfully hard. At the
same time he ground his loins up into her soft
buttocks, twisting his cock around in her asshole.
"Hot Slut," he panted. "You'll bring a good price. "
She only groaned in pain.
He shoved her forward again, and she only just
caught herself before her face would have slammed
into the table top He gripped her thighs, jerking
her legs apart, then threw a furious series of hard,
fucking strokes up into her asshole.
"Gonna ream you out, slut," he panted.
His prick pounded up into her rectum with savage
forced, pistoning inside her guts as her body shook
in turmoil and her mind wailed in denial and fear
and pain.
Then he came, groaning in pleasure as he spurted
thick wads of juicy sperm up into her tall, his lips
drawn back in a snarl of triumph as he pumped his
jUice into her succulent young body.
He slowed his pumping then halted with a sigh
of pleasure. He let his cock sofcen a little, then
pulled it free of her asshole. Again he gripped her
hair, puliing her off the table and onto her knees
on the floor. He rubbed his cock with thick tangled
chunks of her hair, then jerked her to her feet again,
She wailed in pain and misery, her hands reaching
behind her, gripping his wrist in an attempt to pull
his hand free. He dragged her across the room to
the corner, then flung her towards the shower stall.
She staggered and fell, clutching her side and
sobbing pitifully.
"Clean yoursef off," he sneered.
She sat huddled on the floor for long second,
shaking and weeping, but fear of him drove her to
her rubbery legs She stumbled several times but
managed to pull herself into the stall, There was
no curtain or door and the Sheriff showed no sign
of leaving, He sat back on the edge of a counter
and folded his arms as he grinned in cruel amuse-
ment.
Meghan fumbled at the knobs and water gushed
out of the shower faucet. There was no hot water,
only icy cold. She knew she had no choice, though,
and tentatively stepped into it. She gasped and
shivered, a wet, bedraggled, miserable sight as she
scrunched her arms in and reached for the soap.

Å~Å~Å~Å~

Amy was surprised, annoyed, irritated, and
wonied, when she saw another police car flashing
its lights behind the jeep. She'd only left Meghan
and the other cop ten minutes earlier, and was no
trying co find her way to Grandon, using a map.
She had never been much good with maps, and
had little idea where she was. She had been driving
very carefully, though, and for that reason was very
frustrated as she pulled over to the side of the
nameless road she was on. She was also worried
about what this cop would say when he saw she
only had a learners permit.
He strolled up to the jeep and smiled in.
"Hello there," he said.
"Uhm, hi," Amy said, smiling hopefully.
This cop was younger, and much better looking
than the last one. He seemed nicer too.
"Could I see your licence and registration please,
Miss!"
"What did I do!" she asked, handing them over.
"Well, it's not what you did, really, just that you've
got a busted tail light."
"Uhm huhm. What's this!" he asked, holding up
the permit.
"I know. I know," she said. "It's not my fault. My
sister was driving, but some cop...i mean, a police
officer arrested her for speeding, so I'm going to
Grandon to get my parents to get the money for
the fine."
"Well, that's all very well," he said with an
apologetic smile "but you can't drive alone with
this, no matter what the reason."
"But I..."
"And anyway, you're going in the wrong direc-
tion. "
"I am!"
"Yup. Tell you what, you follow me back to the
station and you can call your parents from there,"
"Sure," she said gratefully.
He got back in his car and turned around. Amy
followed, They made a number of turns before
heading into a small, dusty town and pulling up in
front of a small green building that said POLICE
on a sign. She got out of the jeep and followed him
inside, looking around for Meghan.
"Uhm, can I see my sister!" she asked.
She was in a small room. There was a counter
on one side, and a couple of desk on the other. The
young cop led her up to the counter, where another
cop, another young guy was sitting.
"Someone bring in a girl earlier!" he asked.
"Uh uh," the cop behind the desk said. "Nobody's
been brought in today."
"But..but he was bringing her in to pay a fine,"
Amy said, perplexed.
"Was it a car like mine!"
"Huh!"
"Was he wearing the same color uniform, driving
the same color car!"
"Uhm, now that I think of it, his shirtwas
brown."
"Ah, he was probably a county depury then," tRe
guy said. "Your sister would be in Derlidge iail."
"Oh. "
"Say, I did get a notice from the county sheriffs
office," rhe guy behind the desk said. "Said some
thing about pullin' in a girl for speeding and finding
drugs on her."
"What!" Amy blinked.
"Said, uhm, said something about, keeping an
eye out for a black jeep with another girl in it. That
must be her," he said, looking at Amy.
"But that's crazy!" Amy protested. "Meghan
didn't have any drugs!"
"I'm sure we'll figure it all out easy enough," the
young deputy with her said, smiling reassuringly.
"Probably just a mistake."
"It must be! Maybe it's not Meghan.
"Maybe so, but we'll have to search you anyway,
and the jeep, just to make sure there's no drugs.
"There isn't!" she cried.
"I believe you, honey. But we got to check. It's
rules, he smiled, shrugging apologetically. "Joe, why
don't you check the car!" he said to the guy behind
the counter. "Well get this over with quick."
"You say so, Paul," the guy said.
"Why don't you come back here with me...Amy,
wasn't it! We'll just.get this done and then you can
Call your parents."
"But I..."
"It's okay, it'll just take a minute," he smiled,
leading her gently across the room towards a steel
door.
"We don't believe in drugs," Amy said, following
him and looking around worriedly.
"Me neither," Paul said. He led her through the
steel door and then down a small hall to a square
little room. There was nothing in the room but a
table and four chairs. He didn't lead her to-the
table, though, but instead turned her around toface
the wall.
"Now I'm sure you've seen this on lots of TV
shows," he said, still smiling in a friendly way. "You
put your hands up against the wall and bend forward
a little ways.
"But...uhm, aren't...I mean, aren't you gonna
get a woman to do it!" Amy gulped, her face turning
red in embarrassment.
"Wish I could, honey," he said, smiling and
shrugging. "But we haven't got any women police.
this is a small city, see. If it'll make you feel any
better, I'm gay, he said, winking.
"Uhm." She wasn't sure if it did or not.
"Come on now, let's get this over with," he
smiled, tuming her to the wall again. "lust raise
those hands, that's a girl, and put them against the
wall, no, further down, that's it, and apart. Now
bend over more, and spread your legsapart. Wider.
That's it, Now just hold still like that."
Amy was incredibly embarrassed, standing like
she was with her butt sticking out at him and her
legs apart. But she got even more embarrassed as
he gripped her wrists, then slid his hands up and
down her arms to her body, then began to run his
hands over her shoulders and back, and down onto
her ass.
His hands kneaded her ass, moving all over it in
what Amy thought was a more than adequate
search, before they moved further down her legs.
He slid them up her front then, cupping her heavy
breasts. Amy was mortified, and bit her tongue as
his fingers kneaded and squeezed her soft, full breast
meat.
"Hmmm, there's a slight problem, honey," he
said, taking his hands away.
"Wh...wh...what!" she stuttered.
"Well, your dress is too long for me to be sure
you haven't got anything strapped or taped to your
legs. PLus you'll have to take off those boots."
"I...I don't..."
"lt's okay. It's just a little thing," he said as he
pulled her upright. "Just take off the boots and
dress.
Even more embarrassed, her face flaming red, she
pulled off the boots. Paul let her sit down, and even
helped her remove them, then helped her stand
again. She tumed her back on him and undid her
dress, then slid it down to her ankles and stepped
out Of it.
He led her back to the wall and made her bend
over again and spread her legs. She didn't under-
stand why, since she was practically naked, and he
could see she had nothing strapped to her legs. She
obeyed, though, and flushed hotly as his hands
squeezed her ass again and then went between her
legs to squeeze her pussy through the thin pink
panties.
He cupped her breasts again, fingers kneading
them, then worked his fingers around the straps,
over her shoulders, and then around her back.
"Well, I was sure we wouldn't find anything," he
said, smiling as he let her snaighten up.
She looked at him suspiciously, but didn't say
anything.
The door opened then and the other cop looked
in. His eyes went to the half-naked girl immediately
and he licked his lips in appreciation as she quickly
tried to cover herself with her hands.
"Found some grass and a little cocaine," the guy
said.
"What!!" Amy gasped "You couldn't have!"
"Fraid I did, lil' lady," he grinned.
"Thanks, Joe," Paul said,
The other guy retreated, closing the door as Amy
whirled on Paul. "There wasn't any drugs in the
car! I'm sure of itÅ~!"
"Well, maybe someone planted it there in Califor-
nia," he said, "Or maybe your sister was trying to
earn a little extra spending money."
"She wouldn't do that!"
"I'm sorry, Amy, but I don't see any other
explanation. We'll have to investigate further,
and..." He shrugged apologetically. "I'm afraid we'll
have to hold you for a little while."
"But I didn't do anything!" she wailed, her lower
liD trembling as she fought back tears.
"I'm sure you didn't," he said soothingly.
"I want to call my parents!"
"We'll do that. First, though, I gotto search you."
'fYou just did!" she exclaimed.
"Well," He made a reluctant face. "You see, Amy,
when we find drugs we have to do what we call a
body cavity search."
Amy's eyes widened. She knew what a body cavity
search was. Susan Hopkins had regaled her with
horror stories about being searched like that when
she'd gotten off a plane from lamaica.
"But I don't have any drugs!" she wailed.
"I helieve you, honey," he said. "But I have to
do this anyway. "Now you'd best just get it over
with quick. Just take off your undies and we'll hurry
it up."
"But... but..."
"Come on now, " he said, smiling encouragingly.
Her face flaming, and fighting back tears, Amy
tumed and undid her bra, then crossing her left
arm across her breasts and cupping her right breast
with her hand, she bent and eased her panties down
with her right hand, doing a low squat as she got
them to her ankles, then quickly tuming sideways
as she stood and stepped out of them.
She cupped her pussy with her right hand as Paul
gently tumed her around. "Honey, I'm afraid that's
jUst not gonna do it," he said regretfully. "What
you're gonna have to do is stand upright and place
your hands behind your head.
"Wha...what! Why!" she gulped.
"Well, because some criminals, women criminals,
that is, sometimes tape little packets of drugs to the
underside of their breasts. If they're well endowed,
that is, and you sure are."
He gripped her arms and gently pulled them
apart, then raised them up high and had-her link
her fingers together behind her head. Amy had
never been so embarrassed in her entire life as he
stood to one side and pulled her hands back, making
her straighten and push her chest out.
Her breasts had always been kind of embarrassing.
Being a thirty-eight D cup wasn't all:it was cracked
up to be. She kind of liked the way guys were all
tumed on around her, and how popular it made
her, but it kind of embarrassed her to have them
staring at her boobs all the time,
And now she was naked, completely naked, in
front of a strange man who was looking her up and
down very carefully indeed, Even if he was gay it
was still humiliating.
"OWwww, Heyyy!" she gasped.
He had her wrists in his hand and had jerked her
upper body way back so she was arched painfully.
"Sorry. Sorry. Just had to make sure there wasn't
anything there," he said. "Okay, honey, now you
can turn around and put your hands against the
wall."
She obeyed, gulping back tears still.
His hands went first to her hair, sliding all through
it very carefully. "Owww!" she yelped, as he pulled
on it.
"Sorry", he said.
"What are you doing!"
"Some women hide things in their hair.'"
"How could you hide anything in hair?" she
demanded resentfully.
"You could hide razors, needles, wires, other
things. You got really thick, long hair. Here, we'd
better remove these," He pulled off her glasses and
put them on the table. Amy blinked her eyes rapidly,
everything going blurry.
"Okay, bend way over now, and spread thoselegs
way, way apart."
He made her bend so she was almost horizontal,
her heavy breasts dangling straight down below her
chest. He nudged her legs a little further, then his
foot hooked her ankle and she fellforward, clawirrg
at the wall as she dropped painfully to her knees.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, "I'm really sorry. I didn't
mean to do that. Here, why don't we do it over
the table instead!"
He helped her up and brought her to the table.
He kicked a chair aside and shoved her again the
corner of the table, so the corner was right between
her legs, and just below her Light thatch of fluffy
blonde pussy hair, He didn't seem to nocice this,
and his leg slid between hers and pulled them apart.
"000hWWWWWWW!" she cried, as her pussy came
down on the sharp corner of the table.
"What's the matter!" he asked, his knee keeping
her legs wide as her weight crushed her soft Pussy
mound against the table. She twisted and squirmed
and f;nally managed to slide off the comer, cupping
her pussy in her hands as she moaned in pain.
"What happened!" he asked.
"You....you...jammed me against the corner," she
gulped, looking up at him warily.
"I did! Well, I'm sorry, why don't you move over
a little! Now bend over. Let's stop all this whining
and be a big girl."
He bent her over, forcing her chest down on the
table, and pulled her Iegs wide apartÅ~. He pulled
rubber glove from his pocket and put it on, then
pressed his tinger against her tightly closed pussy slit.
He wriggled it slowly up inside her as Amy
clenched her hands tight and closed her eyes in
humiliation.
Amy felt his finger twisting around inside her
and then wriggle in deeper. He eased it back, then
slid it back, no, there were two fingers now, two
fingers prying her pussy lips apart and wriggling up
into her cunt tunnel.
He pushed them in to the knuckles and then
twisted thern around inside. He rried pushing them
deeper, and she felt the knuckles of his other fingers
pressing doWfl hard against her pussy mound. Her
pussy ached as he jammed his fingers in further and
further.
At least he pulled them back, but then she felt
them pushing in again, only there seemed to be
more of them, that is, it feit thicker as it, they,
whatever, pushed into her.
As his fingers pushed in, they seemed to pet wider,
forcing her pussy lips further and further aparr. The
strain on them mounted and she was soon groaning
with the pain. "Oh God!" she gasped as her pussy
lips were torn even further open.
"Wha...what are you doooooooinnggg!" she
moaned.
"Just thought I felt something. Take it easy while
I fiSh it out."
"There's nothing theeeerrree," she moaned.
His fingers twisted from side to side, eased in,
then back, forward, then back, slowly wriggling and
pushing their way deeper. She felt his knuckles
pressing against her pussy lips, felt them grinding
against her as he twisted his hand from side to side.
He pushed hard and she clenched her teeth as his
knuckles ground down even harder, then, slowly,
straining her pussy lips wide, wide apart, they slid
in through them.
His fingers were way up inside her now, and she
knew a vague relief that she had lost her cherry a
couple of months ago. Otherwise she'd sure have
lost it now.
His fingers thrust in and she cried out in pain as
her pussy lips were tom wider still. Then they began
to slide a little bit closed, the strain easing as she
felt, with astonishment and shock, what had to be
his whole hand slide through.
"Oh my God," she gasped. "Oh please! OOoh-
I, hhhh! UuuunngghhhH!"
His fingers opened and closed, twisting around,
pressing against the soft, elastie flesh of her pussy
cavity. She felt her cunt lips close around his wrist
as his hand turned and twisted inside her lower belly
"What are you doing!" she cried.
"lust searching for drugs," he said calmly.
"Stop it! Take it out!"
"As soon as I'm done," he said.
"000ooohhhh," she groaned, panting and
gasping and grunting in pain as his hand tumed
slowly from side to side. His fingers wiggled like
live snakes in her belly, pressing this way and that,
poking and prodding against the sides of her pussy
tunnel.
Still he pushed forward, his wrist rasping against
her cunt lips as it slid through. Amy ground her
teeth in agony at how terribly stretched her cunt
lips were. The flesh was strained to the brealcing
point, and as his hand moved deeper into her belly
and his wrist slid through, his arm followed, forcing
her cunt lips still wider.
She sobbed in pain as his hand jerked to and fro,
pushing forward, then drawing back, forward, then
back, always working its way deeper into her belly.
It was simply beyond belief to her to feel his fingers
wiggle inside her lower belly.
And then his fingers touched the very bottom of
her pussy tunnel, scratching against her cervix. He
still pushed forward, bringing more pressure to bear,
then halted, and, one by one'drew his fingers in
tight against his palm, forming a tight, hard, round
fist deep in her guts.
She trembled in shock and pain as his fist turned
from side to side, twisting way up in her guts. Her
twat lips were straining and aching as they clutched
at his wrist, and now she felt his fist Push deeper.
"Pleasse!" she sobbed, tears coursing down her
cheeks.
"Now, now. You can take it," he cooed, He
punched his fist deeper and she cried out in pain.
he smiled, his eyes taking in her perfect round ass
flesh, and below that, her tight pussy opening
wrapped around his wrist.
He pushed his fist deeper, his excitement lending
him strength and taking away his patience. His left
arm slid around her and he grit his teeth as he
forced his fist all the way down to the bottom of
her fuck tunnel. He ground his knuckles against
her cervix as she wept and moaned and begged him
to Stop.
Her cunt strained even harder as his forearm
rnoved into it, forced wider and wider as more of
his arm pushed in and his arm thickened. She was
jerking and shaking, trembling uncontrollably now
as his big fist hit her cervix and began to grind
harshly against it.
"Sto....oooo.....ooo...pppppp!" she sobbed.
"Not hardly," he smiled.
He continued to twist his arm around inside her,
grinding his fist on her cervix. Then he pulled back
slightly, then pushed forward. He pulled back
several inches, then thrust forward, drawing a squeal
of pain from the gasping, moaning, weeping teenager.
He jerked his fist back, fighting the tighmess of
her hot, sucking pussy tube, slowly pulling his thick
fist back down her fuck tunnel all the way to the
entrance. Then he punched into her as hard as he
could. Even then, his fist only moved five or six
inches, but it was enough to make her scream in
shocked pain.
He was panting in heat now, his cock buiging as
he tore his fist back and punched in again. Again
she shrieked. He forced his fist the rest ofthe way
up into her twat and ground his knuckies on her
Cervix, then tore it back violently.
Amy wailed in pain and misery and confusion as
her punched his fist back and forth inside her. Her
legs were straining wide to open herself as much as
possible, but her pussy ached and stung anyway,
and her guts were twisting and churning inside her
as he forced his big fist up and down in her belly.
"Gotta make...sure there's nothing in here," he
panted, jamming his fist up into her belly.
"Noooooo! NoooooooO!" she screamed, "Aaarrrhhh!"
His tist pumped up and down in her with more
ease now, since he'd worn down her cunt muscles,
stunned them into submission. His arm moved
steadily, his forearm sliding in and out of her pussy
opening as she writhed and shook and trashed on
the table.
Her hands clawed at the table and her head ierked
and twisted from side to side. Her legs jerked and
flopped as he forced her up higher over the table,
and her ass bucked up repeatedly. He sniggered in
pleasure, pounding his fist into her slit with savage
glee, revelling in the tightness of her warm belly.
He wished he could shove his whoie arm up into
her, then climb in behind it.
He drew his fist back down her twat a final time,
then slowly straightened out his fingers and eased
his hand back out of her pussy. She cried out again
as his hand popped free of her twat, then subsided
into weeping and moaning.
Her pussy remained open, a gaping hole into her
body. He bent and peered into it, watching her
glistening pink flesh disappearing up into thc
darkness of her body.
He tore his pants open and pulled his bulging
prick out, eyes wild with excitement.
"Still...still gotta...check... this other hole," he
panted. "Gotta make sure...you ain't got no...drugs
up here."
He pressed his cock against her asshole and forced
the head inside. Amy continued to weep, the sound
increasing in scale and misery as she felt her asshole
pulled open and something forced inside.
She didn't even know it was his cock, having
never felt one back there, and having little experi-
ence with cocks anyway. Her eyes were closed and
she was shaking as deep, gut wrenching sobs escaped
from her.
Compared to the pain of her pussy the small ache
in her rectum as he forced his cock up into it hardly
bothered her at all. It was one added humiliatiQn
for her, but the pain in her pussy was far more
important.
She didn't even look around as he forced his cock
way up into her butt hole, not untii he jammed it
in to the hilt and his balls and hips pressed firmly
against her ass cheeks, did she realize what it was
he had done, what it was that he had pushed into
her asshole.
She didn't bother protesting, but the knowledge
brought a fresh burst of sobbing and moaning from
her as Paul slapped his hands down on her ass cheeks
and laughed in pleasure. He began to fuck his cock
up her ass with fast, deep strokes, sighing in
satisfaction as he drove his cock up into her belly.
"There you goo," he cooed. "Isn't that niiiiice!"
His cock pistoned steadily, evenly, in and out of
her asshole as she sobbed in misery and pain. His
hands slid up and down her body. He pushed his
hands under her chest and squeezed her heavy
breasts, his fingers digging into the thick, fat meat.
He mashed his fingers into her tits and forced
her chest up off the table, pulling her back against
him. She continued to weep and moan as he slid
his lips down on her throat and began to lick and
suck on the nape of her neck.
His fingers kneaded her big tits roughly, mashing
the meat up and down and around in circles,
working the soft, malleable meat with his hard
fingers, forcing deep furrows in the round perfecc
balloons, making it ooze out between his fingers.
He continued to thrust his cock up into her
asshole, driving it almost straight up into her asshole
as she moaned and sobbed and begged him to stop.
He sighed happily, letting his fingers sink into
her full, fat, soft tit flesh as he gnawed at her throat
and felt her asshole sucking on his cock.
"Ooh, babbby" he moaned. "You are sooo hot.
You're gonna make me soooo much money."
He mashed his balls up into her soft buttocks,
grinding himself against her. He humped up into
her with faster motions, using short, sharp little
thrusts to punch his cockknob against the very
deepest part of her asshole. She grunted repeatedly
in response, gasping and groaning as she was
punched in the guts...from the inside.
He reached up and gripped a thick mass of her
tangled blonde hair, then twisted her head around
cruelly, mashing his lips down. on hers to silence
her cries of pain. He forced his tongue into her
mouth as he rutted against her soft ass cheeks and
twisted her tit flesh.
"Dirty little slut," he gasped. "Little fuck-pad!"
He ran his right hand down her body to her thigh,
then jerked her right leg wide, unbalancing her,
almost dropping her forward onto the table again.
But he still held a thick mass of hair in his left hand.
She cried out in pain as he forced her head way
back and spiked his cock up deep into her beily
with unrestrained violence. His big prong was a
blur as it rammed up into her again and again,
reaming out her tortured, aching little bung hole.
He bit down on her throat, tasting blood, then
sucked on it as he felt his balls blowing. He cried
out, the sound muffled by her flesh, as his cock
exploded. A massive flood of silvery white jism
jetted up into her round rectal chamber, giving her
a sperm enema.
"Yes! Yes! Ohhh Yesss!" he groaned, grinding his
pelvis into her soft teenage ass. "Oohhh, babyyyyy,"
he sighed.
He let go of her hair and let her slump down
across the table, shivering and whimpering,
elutching her arms around her sore tit bags. He
pumped a few more times in her asshole, his cock
softening very quickly after ehat massive blast.
Then he slid his cock out of her and panted her
ass lovingly. "You're one fine little piece of girl flesh,
baby," he said. "The guys will love you."
Amy was left alone for over an hour in the small
room, though her clothes, and even her glasses were
taken from her. She sat gingerly on one of the table,
weeping for a long time, gently probing het sore
pussy and asshole, looking for blood, or some other
sign she had been torn open. She didn't find any.
On the other hand, the world looked very blurry
Without her giasses,
She was totally confused about what had hap-
pened, about why Paul had done that to her. What
had she done to deserve this anyway! She wondered
if it was true that they'd somehow found drugs in
the car. How could there have been!
She huddled there, shivering and sniffling as she
waited for them to bring her some clothes. She
wanted to call her parents right away and tell them
to COme and hurry and get her out.
Paul showed up finally, and tossed her a blue
dress. "Put this on, baby," he said.
She took the thing gladly and pulled it over her
shoulders, gazing up at him with wide, frightened
eyes. The thing was very tight, but she wasn't about
to complain. She had to tug it hard to get it over
her chest, and then jerked it downwards to her hips.
It was very short, barely covering her loin.
"Come on," he said, motioning for her to stand.
She stood up meekly.
"Can....can I call my parents!" she gulped.
"Later," he said.
"Can I have my glasses?"
He spun her around and handcuffed her wrists
together, then led her by the arm out of the room.
They headed down the hall, not towards the front
but towards the back, and then opened a door that
led outside.
There was a police car waiting there and he
pushed her into the back seat, then got into the
front and pulled away from the station.
"Where are we going!" she asked.
"You say, sir when you talk to me."
"Whe...where are we going, sir!" she gulped.
"We're going to the county jail."
"But...but why!"
"Tnat's where we keep drug dkalers and smugglers
and whores and other Lowlifes."
"But I...I didn't do anything."
"Oh no. Want to bet. Your record says you were
caught selling cocaine to minors."
"What! What record!" she asked in confusion.
"Your criminal record. Not only that but you were
convicted of arson, prostitution and child abuse."
"But...but that's crazy. I didn't do any of that!"
"Sure, sure. That's what they all say, " he sighed.
"But I didn't! Ybu can ask my parents!"
"Now, now No point denying it any more. You've
already been sentenced. You'll have the next twenty
years to try and make it upto society."
"But...but... sentenced! I...I didn't do anything!"
"Don't worry, County Jail can be a nice place as
long as you're a good girl and do as you're told."
"But I didn't do anything!" she wailed.
"I told you to say sif," he snapped.
"I didn't!" she sobbed.
"That's what they all say," he grinned.
Half an hour later they were at the county farm.
Amy could see little of it, just a big blur, but tall
fences surrounded the acres of fields. Men worked
almost naked in the fields, guarded by a few men
with shotguns. They drove through the main gate
and up to a long, low concrete building that had
hars on the windows.
He stopped and got out, then came back and
pulled her out of the rear.
"Now you better act polite," he snapped. "These
people in here don't take kindly to disobedience.
It'd be a real shame if they had to whip that nice
round ass of yours and leave scars on it, now
wouldn't it!"
"But I didn't doooo anything!" she moaned.
"Keep complaining and you're gonna be beaten
bloody," he said, shaking his head.
He led her in and they went down a concrete
hall and stopped at a counter. A huge black woman
gOt UP and came to the counter.
"Got a prisoner here for the female section," he
said.
The black woman gave Amy a contemptuous
look, then took out a big pen and began to write.
"Name !"
"Amy Henderson."
"That's not my name!" Amy cried.
He jerked back hard on her hair anci she cried
out in pain.
"She's been trying to deny it for weeks. ludge
didn't believe her, neither did the jury," he smiled.
Finger prints match up just fine. She's too stupid to
know about fingerprints, though."
"Age!"
"Eighteen."
He tugged sharply on her hair to keep her from
saying anything more.
"Next of kin!"
"None."
"Crimes."
"Here's the sheet, prostitution, arson, child
abuse, drug trafficking. Sentence is twenty years."
Amy moaned and whimpered softly.
"Okay, you can go."
"Bye, bye, baby," Paul said, reaching under her
short skirt and squeezing her bare ass.
"Dolores," the black woman said.
A tall, muscular white woman came forward and
took Amy by the arm, jerking her down the hall.
"I didn't do anythiiiiiing," Amy sobbed.
"Aw, shut the fuck up," Dolores snapped,
smacking the back of her head.
Amy only sobbed louder.
The woman dragged her into a large room and
pushed her away. Amy stumbled and then caught
herself, hugging herself tightly as she wept.
"Get that of" Dolores said.
"Wha...wha...what!" Amy whimpered.
"'Take off your clothes," Dolores glowered.
"Wh... why!"
"Because I said so, slut!"
Amy cowered in fear, then reached down and
hesitantly lifted up the short hem of the blue dress
thing, peeling the tight fabric up her body and then
off over her shoulders. She held it uncertainly for
a moment before Dolores jerked it out ofher hands.
"Get those shoes off," the woman growied.
Amy kicked off the plain shoes she had been
given, then huddled there, trying to cover herself
with her hands.
"Put your hands up above your head, and out,"
Dolores said, picking up some kind of spray con-
tainer.
"Wha.. what!"
"Put your hands up, slut!" Amy jerked hef hands
up high.
"Open then," Dolores glared.
Amy eased her arms apart, then stood there, red
with embarrassment as the big woman pointed a
small nozzle at her and sprayed a foul smellingÅ~
substance all over her body. She ran the nozzle up
between Amy's legs and prodded at her pussy lips,
sniggering as the girl squeaked and jumped back.
She sprayed over her rounded ass cheeks, then
up and down her back and even into her hair.
"Okay, whore, now get into one of the showers
and shower off," Dolores said.
Amy scurried over to the line of shower nozzles
as two more women came into the room. She turned
the water on and turned her back to the three
guards, trying to pretend they didn't exist. She was
completely confused, to the point of being in shock.
She didn't understand how this had happened to
her, or why.
She let the warm water pour down over her head
and body, then reached for the soap and began
running the slick bar up and down her chest between
her breasts.
One of the guards reached over and tumed off
the water suddenly.
"Don't waste water, slut," the woman said, "Soap
up, then shower off." Amy said nothing, tuming
her red face awav.
"When a guard says something to you, you answer
her, slut," Dolores snapped.
"I...l'm sorry," she gulped.
"You say, yes, Ma'am, or no, Ma'am. Under-
standsomething.
Both the guards twisted their batons around
inside the young woman's guts, tuming her yelps
and cries to screams of agony. Dolores began
pumping her baton up and down in Amy's rectum,
delighting in the thumping of the tip against
whatever was at the end of her anal tube.
Amy shrieked and sobbed, her head thrashing,
her body shaking and twisting as the two big batons
jammed up into her belly repeatedly. She was on
her toes and still the two women forced the batons
higher, punching the hard wooden batons into her
with cruel force, pounding them deep into her body,
impaling her.
"What a buttery little asshole we got here,"
Dolores grinned, watching the hard baton sliding
furiOUSlY in and out of the teenager's rounded ass-
hole .
"This cunt is too tight, Got to work it open,"
the fat woman said.
"Hell, girl," the black woman sniggered. "It'll be
worked open soon enough. This little whore is
gonna have half the town between her legs in the
next few weeks."
,4my didn't even hear them for her own misery
and pain and horror. She continued to struggle
helplessly as her asshole and pussy were cruelly raped
hy the big nighsticks, not knowing or understanding
why she was being treated so cruelly.
Finally the two women pulled the nighsticks free
and Amy was flung backwards into the shower stall.
She fell on her ass and crumbled there, curling up
in a ball and sobbing as she clutched her aching
pussy and asshole.
"Now you're all clean, honey, " Dolores grinned.
Meghan was handcuffed as she was led down
the narrow hallway. She was stiil completely naked
as the SherifE led her out the back of the building
to a waiting police car. She looked around
helplessly, but it was late at night and nobody else
was around.
The sheriff forced her into the back of the police
car, then got in the front and started it up.
"Where are you taking me!" she gulped.
"Shut up, slut. You talk when I tell you to"
The sheriff drove out of the alley and then out
into the street. He drove for only a minute or so
before tuming down another alley and parking.
He led her out of the car and up to a steel door.
There he pushed a doorbell and waited.
Amy looked around again, but there was nobody
else in the dark alley. She trembled in cold and
fear, unable to understand what was going on.
The door opened and a small old woman
appeared. She looked contemptuousiy at Amy, then
backed up as the Sheriffled her into a dank smelling
hall, up a flight of wooden stairs, then down
another, larger hall.
She was pushed through a curtain and found
herself at the front of a courtroom. The Sheriff led
her up in front of the bench, where a judge in black
robes sat.
She felt a flush of hot embarrassment as the man
eyed her naked flesh, but with her hands cuffed
behind her sheÅ~ could do nothing to hide herself.
"What ya got, Al!" the judge asked.
"Caught this slut with drugs," the Sheriff said,
"He's lying!" Meghan cried.
"Order in the court," the judge glared, thumping
his gavel down'.
"But I didn't do...Ungghhhh," she gasped as the
Sheriff slammed his fist into her belly. She doubled
over, but the Sheriff held her arm, keeping her from
dropping to her knees.
"Now then, how much drugs did she have!" the
judse asked.
"Over ten pounds, judge"
"Hmph, I hate drug smugglers," the judge
scowled. "She got a record?"
"Yeah, Judge. She's got a record long as your arm.
COnViCtionS for prostifution, arson, assault, drug
dealing, drug smuggling. You name it, she's done it."
"I...I haven't!" Meghan gasped, trying to
straighten up.
"Shut her up," the judge grunted in irritation.
He Looked down at some papers on his desk as the
Sheriff tumed Meghan towards him and slammed
his knee right up into her cunt. it hit with such
force she was actually lifted several inches off the
floor before dropping back and falling to her knees.
She coughed and choked as waves of nausea and
dizziness swept ovcr her. The Sheriff shifted his grip
to her hair, gripping it tightly as she moaned and
tried to put her head down between her legs.
"Career criminal," the iudge sniffed. "Well, what
the hell, twenty-five years sounds about right."
"Sounds good to me, judge," the Sheriff said.
"Prisoner got anything to say!" the iLdge asked.
Meghan was still to sick and dizzy to even hear him.
"Got nothing to say," the judge muttered. He
signed a paper and handed it down to the Sheriff,
who folded it and stuffed it in his pocket. Then he
pulled Meghan to her feet by the hair, ignoring her
cry of pain as he led her out of the court again.
She was driven through the darkness for about
half an hour, then the car stopped and the Sheriff
pulled her out. He led her across a dirt yard and
into a large concrete building, down a dold stone
wall and up to a desk where a man sat.
"Cute," the guy said.
"Yeah, new meat," the Sheriff said.
"Name!"
"Meghan Smith. Age 18. No relatives. Twenty-
fiVe years."
"Gotcha," the man said, writing things down.
A fat woman came and took Meghan away,
leading her down the hall to a small room where
she was deloused, then made to shower. Finally she
was a tight orange jumpsuit and, strangely, a pair
of high spiked heels to wear and then handcuffed
again.
She was led to an elevator, then up several floors
and onto a floor with thick, plush carpeting and
woodgrained walls. The woman led her up to a door
and knocked.
"Come," a male voice said.
The woman, a guatd of some sort, opened the
door and pushed Meghan into a large, richly
fumished office. A middle aged man with gray
hair sat behind a big desk.
"I'11 call you when I want you," he said.
"Yes, sir," the guard said, backing but and closing
the door.
The man got up and came around the desk to
look at Meghan more closely
"My name is Warden Thompson," he said. "You
will call me sir. When I speak, you will answer, yes,
sir, or no, sir. Do you understand!"
"Yes, sir," Meghan said miserably.
"Now I don't want to hear you tell me about
being not guilty, about being falsely imprisoned,
about being abused or deprived of your rights. I
don't give two shits. Understand!"
"Yes, sir," she gulped.
"I'm running a business here. I take the people
I'm given and get them to make money for the
county while they serve their time. The men do
hard, manual labor out in the fields planting and
harvesting crops, doing road-work, cucting trees,
and clearing land.
"The women do sewing work, laundry, and
assembly line work for twelve hours a day, seven
days a week. They sleep four to a cell, iust like the
men, and have two meals aday, just like the men.
"You, however, are a different class of people
entirely. You're one of our high earners, a special."
He moved closer, then ran his hand over her
fight breast. The jumpsuit was so tight it snained
across her mammaries, and her nipples were clearly
visible through it. He stroked her breast, then
pinched her nipple as he smiled down at her.
"We make a real big profit from our speciai girls,"
the warden said.
His hand went to the zipper running down the
middle of the jumpsuit and slid it slowly down
between her breasts, down her belly and abdomen
to jllst above her crotch. He pulled the sides apart
to bare her breasts and gazed at them admiringly.
"Yup, you'll be a high earner," he smiled. His
hand slid into the jumpsuit and down between her
legs, squeezing her bare pussy.
"Know how much money I can make off of this!"
he grinned, squeezing her pussy hard.
She said nothing, just stood there, red faced and
frightened.
"Guess how much," he leered.
She still said nothing and he tightened his grip
on her pussy.
"Please," she gasped.
"Guess. "
"I don't knooooooww," she moaned.
He lossened his grip but didn't take his hand off.
"Three...maybe four hundred thousand bucks a
year," he grinned. "That's what I get from selling
this." He gave her pussy another hard squeeze,
"Oowwwww!" she gasped, squirming helplessly
as he pinched and squeezed herpussy pad.
He laughed and pulled his hand out, then spun
her around and unlocked the handcuffs. He spun
her back and stood back a little, still grinning.
Meghan rubbed her wrists and looked at him
fearfully.
"You're gonna whore for me, work in strip clubs,
do sex shows, make videos, and pose for picrures.
You'll do it all and smile while you're doing it, or
I'll whip the skin off your back and throw you in a
shed down in the fields. Know what happens in the
sheds!"
She shook her head, frightened.
"They tie you down on a dirty old mattress, arms
and legs apart, then let the male prisoners at you.
There's hundreds of em' down there, all big and
nasty and sweaty, and they'll fuck you raw, one after
another after another, until you're unconscious.
Ever wonder if you can be fucked to death! You
can. I've seen it done."
He stepped forward threateningly. "You wanna
try it!"
"No," she gulped.
"No, sir!" he snapped
"NO, sir," she gasped.
"Then let me see you smile," he grinned.
She looked at him in shock.
"Smile," he glared.
She tried to smile but it was awfully hard, considc
ering.
"You better become a better actress, slut, or you'll
wind up in the sheds."
He went around the desk and sat down, then
leaned back and put his hands behind his head.
"Stand up straight," he ordered.
She straightened her shoulders, her fear easily
overriding her embarrassment now.
"Throw that chest out. Let me see those titties."
She stood as straight as she couid, sniffling and
fighting back tears.
"Walk back and forth in front of the desk. And
do it with some grace. You're supposed to be a lady,
remember."
It was bizarre walking back and forth like that,
naked, especially in high heels, but she did it.
"Tun your back to me and bend way over," he
ordered.
After all she had been through doing this didn't
embarrass Meghan as it once would have. She even
spread her legs without being told.
"Now I want you to reach between your legs and
pry your pussy lips open," the warden said. "Let me
see pink."
She was shocked by the request, but raised her
hands and pushed them through her legs. She knew
she had no choice in anything any more.
She eased her fingers into her pussy and gently
pulled her cunt lips apart.
"Wider," he snapped.
She clenched her teeth as she pulled her pussy
Lips wider.
They stung and strained to close.
"Wider," he said.
"I...I can't," she gasped.
"I bet I can. Want me to try!" he snapped.
She groaned in pain as she eased her pussy lips
just a little further apart, pulling hatd with her
fingers.
"Okay, stand up straight," he said.
She gasped and pulled her fingers out, then
straightened up and tumed around.
"Sit down in that chair there," he ordered,
pointing to a hard, straight-backed chair before the
desk.
Meghan said down, primly closing her legs.
"Don't sit like that. Sit like the slut you are," he
sneered. "Drape your legs across the arms and slouch
down."
Meghan slowly opened her legs, then, one at a
time, draped them across the wooden arms.
"Slouch down more," he said.
She slumped lower, so he could see her pussy
easily.
"Good. Now jerk off"
"What!" she gasped.
"Masturbate. I want to see ya masturbate!"
"I,.. but.. .why!"
"lt's a major request for some of our customers.
They Like to see snotty girls jerk off for them. You'll
be doing a lot worse before Long, honey. You'll be
fucking niggers on stage and sucking their donkey
dicks, and you'll be doing fag acts with other giris,
using dildos on each other while the crowd watches.
If you're shy, you're sure gonna get it worked out of
you.
She stared at him in stunned horror, unable to
comprehend a life like that, the humiliation, the
embarrassment and degradation.
"Go on, jerk off."
"I...I can't," she whimpered. "I can't do that
stuffn'. I can't! I won't!"
She jerked her legs off the arms and jumped to
her feet, then ran to the door. She tugged desper-
ately on it, but it was locked,
She twisted around, staring at him in terror.
"Please! Please let me go! My parents will pay
you money.
"Not nearly enough," he grinned, getting to his
feet.
"Why are you doing this to me!?" she screamed.
"Because I can," he drawled, walking slowly over
to her.
She cringed back against the door, then burst
into tears. She clung to the doorknob, sobbing as
she sank down onto her knees beside it, tears
pouring down her face as the tall man stood over
her and glared down
"I've had girls gutted for trying to escape," he
said. LLYou Want to stay alive, slut, you'll do what
you're told and be damned happy about it. Now get
up and get over to that desk," he glared.
"NOW!" he yelled.
Meghan cried out in fear, then, still sobbing,
crawled to her feet and shuffled over to the desk.
He followed her.
"Bend over the desk," he ordered.
She hent over, her tears falling on the hard wood
ni the Warden put a hand against the back of her
head and shoved her down flat on the desk top.
"Now you gotta be punished," he sighed. "See
what you're making me do!"
He caressed her round buttocks with his hand,
then stood back to one side.
"I'm gonna have to cane that pretty little ass of
vours, girl," he said. He went around to the other
sic4e of the desk and opened a drawer, taking out a
long, thin, flexible cane, "You get twenty strokes if
you don't move. Understand! Every time you move,
you get another stroke. So if you keep jumping
around this can go on till your ass is tom to pieces."
Me moved around behind her again and swished
the cane through the air a few times.
"Every time the cane hits your ass, you're gonna
thank me. Got that!"
"Got that!" he snapped.
"Ye...ye...yes," she whimpered.
"Let me hear you."
"Wha...."
"Let me hear you say thank you,"
"Tha..thank youoooo,".she whimpered.
"Thank you, Sir," he snapped.
"Thank you, s,..sir," she sobbed.
"Best remember that. If you forget, the srroke
doesn't count and I'11 have to do it again."
"Please don't hurt me," she wailed.
"Too late for that, baby. You should have thought
of that before you tried to escape. Now remember,
hold still, and thank me for every stroke"
He raised the cane, his eyes on her quivering
little round behind, then swung it down. It hissed
through the air, then struck her soft white Aesh
with a CRACK! of noise.
She screamed in shock as the pain tore through
her ass. She ierked upright and twisted around
violently, grabbing her aching ass and sobbing hys-
terically.
"Not only did you forget to thank me, but you
moved," the Warden chided her. "So that one don't
count." Now lay back down and do what you're
told. "
"PLease! Please don't!" she cried. "I'11 do anything
you want!"
"You'll do anything I want anyway," the Warden
smiled. "Now bend over the desk," he snarled.
Her sobs reached new srrength as she slowly,
hesitantly tumed towards the desk again. Tears
dribbled down her cheeks and fell to her breasts as
the Warden gripped her ann and roughly bent her
across the desk again.
"Now we'll start again," he said.
He raised the cane and slashed it down on her
ass once more, right next to the fiery red line that
his first btow had left.
CRACK!
"Ahhhhieeeee!" Meghan screamed.
"Th...th...th... annk yoooooouuuuuuuu."
"Forgot to say sir. It don't count!"
CRACK!
"Aaaaaarrgghhhhhh!'' Meghan howled, She
panted furiously, trying to control the buming pain
in her buttocks. She clenched her teeth and raised
her head 'Th....thank you, sir!"
"Took too long," The warden said. "Gotta start
over.
Meghan sobbed pitifully, then tried co brace
herself as she heard the cane slash through the air
again.
CRACK!"
She turned the scream into words this time.
"THANKYOUSIRRRR!" she screamed.
"Much better. That's one," the Warden said.
"CRACK !"
"THAN KYOU SIR !"
"CRACK!"
"THAN YOU SIR ! "
"CRACK !P
"THANK YOU SIR!"
Again and again the cane slashed down across
the teenager's upturned ass cheeks, leaving crissc
crossing red lines across the pale white flesh The
Warden watched the rounded buttocks jump and
jiggle as the cane bit into them, watched the girl's
hociy jump and shake and tremble as the pain tore
rkrough her.
He watched as her body began to glisten, a sheen
of sweat quickly coating her as the pain bumed into
her nervous system. Her cries became weaker, and
she jumped less with each blow.
He halted and she lay there, eyes dull slits, mouth
slack, hair plastered against the side of her face.
Her perfect ass was covered in angry red welts, and
throbbed and bumed with fiery agony as she lay
there across the desk.
"Are you gonna be a good girl!" the Warden asked.
"Yesssss," she moaned.
"Say it."
"I'll be a goood giiiirllll," she said in a dazed,
pain-filled voice.
He put down the cane and reached berween her
uembling thighs, cupping her warm pussy mound.
He gripped her thighs and pulled them apart,
exposing the soft lushness of her pubic mound,
iicking his lips in appreciation as he gazed at it.
He unzipped his pants and drew out his bulging
erection, then pressed the head against her pussy
slit and eased it inside.
"This is your job now, sweety," he sighed. "All
you gotca do is fuck. That's what you were made
for anyhow."
His thick boner slid deep into her pussy, until
his hips were pressed tight against her buttocks. He
sighed and ground himself against her, then began
to pump.
Meghan felt his cock with something like relief
She had already been raped several times today, so
this was no great shock, and it would hurt far less
than what he had been doing. She lay there
unmoving as he pumped his cock inside her, only
wincing a little as his hips slapped against her
buttocks.
The Warden pumped harder and faster, running
his hands up and down her body as he thrust his
cock into her warn, tight pussy tunnel.
He reached down and gripped her thigh, lifting
it up high and hard, then rolling her over onto her
back with his cock still inside her. He held her legs
and split them apart as she lay there, shoving them
down hard against the desk.
Meghan gasped and moaned, trying to reach up
to him, but couldn't reach him as he slammed both
legs down flat on the desk. Her thighs ached fiercely
as he forced her to do the splits there. His big hands
gripped her legs just above her knees and force
both legs out to either side right along the edge of
the desk.
He put his weight down on them as he began to
fuck his cock into her gaping cunt cleft, enjoying
the way she squirmed and moaned in pain, pounding
iris cock up hard into her slit as her insides jerked
and quivered around his pistoning prong.
He let them go then and dropped his upper body
down on her, gripping her hair and jerking her head
back as he mashed his lips down onto hers. His
other hand'groped and squeezed and mashed her
tender breasts as he humped lustfully against her,
his cock slicing through her pussy lips with relentless
speed and power.
He mashed and crushed her round breasts in his
hands as he ground his body against her. He revelled
in the soft, warm heat of her body against him, in
the scent of her hair, the tormented Look of fear
and pain on her face, and the tlgntness or ner cracK
as it squeezed down on his Ntting cock.
His hands plunged beneath her and gripped her
ass cheeks, clawing and squeezing them, jerking her
up to meet his hard driving thrusts, making her legs
baunce and up and down as he rammed his cock
dowrl into her body.
He grunted happily, a smile of gratification and
pleasure on his face as his cum boiled up out of his
balls and burst out the tip of his pumping cock, It
spilled down her tight, sucking fuck tunnel and
flooded her womb with his hot seed.
"Ahhhhh," he groaned, still humping, still
jerking her ass upwards, jamming her siit up on his
cock.
"Dirty little sluuuuut," he groaned,
He rested on her a long moment, then slowly
pushed himself up, smiling tiredly as he stroked her
breasts.
"There's just nothing I like more tkan hot girl
flesh," he sighed.
Amy was taken out of the shower room naked,
then led down a hallway to another room. There
she was given another pair of shoes, ones with even
higher heels than the ones she'd had before, She
was given a super tight orange jumpsuit too, so tight
and thin it was more of a bodysuit than a jumpsuit.
It hugged every curve and angle of her body so
tight that she felt practically naked. It gripped her
tities and nipples like a second skin, and gulled
up into her slit, revealing it to anyone who cared
to Look. She kept trying to peel the stuff away, but
it was made of some kind of super elastic stuff, very,
very thin, but very tight.
Finally, she gave up. A guard cane and got her
and led her through a series of corridors untii they
came to one hallway that was lined with Cells on
both sides. The woman brought her up to one cell
door, then halted and unlocked the door.
There were three women inside, and they all
looked up with interest as Amy was shoved inside
and the door closed again. Two of them sat up and
looked her up and down, They were wearing orange
jumpsuits too, but their jumpsuits were much looser,
and made of denim, or some other stiff material.
"Well, well, well," one of them said.
"Looks like we have a little boy toy here,"
other snorted.
Amy blinked her big eyes at them and backed
against the bars fearfully.
"How come they put you in with us, fuck-toy!"
one of the women asked.
"I don't know," she gulped.
"Pretty little thing," another said.
"Nice tits," the third grunted.
"Nice hard tits," the first said. "They look real
tasty. "
Amy folded her arms over her chest worriedly,
These women seemed like more of those "lesbian"
types. She wondered if they were, or if they were
just being mean to her for some reason. She was in
a prison, after all, and it stood to reason that there
were a lot of nasty types in prison.
"Come here, kid," one of the women said.
"W.....why!" she gulped.
"Because I said so.
That was something Amy had often heard from
her parents. It wasn't something you could argue
with. Nor, Erom the nasty glare on the woman's
face, was she willing to be argued with. Amy was
iocked in this little room with the three women,
and desperately afraid one of them would hurr het,
even beat her up or something.
She shuffled forward to the edge of the )ower
bunk the woman was sitting on. The woman swung
her legs over the edge and then patted the place
beside her. Amy didn't want to sit down, but didn't
see any way not to. She slowly sat, arms still folded
over her chest.
"What's your name, honey!" the woman asked.
"Amy," Amy squeaked.
"MY name's Donna," the woman said.'lThat's
Slade up above us, and Karen across from us.
"Hu..hullo," Amy gulped.
Donna was a lithe woman with curly black hair
and a narrow face. Slade was a black woman who
had long dreadlocks. Karen had collar length blonde
hair. That was all Amy could teli without her glasses.
Facial features were very difficult to discem, even
when she squinted.
Donna put her arm over Amy's shoulder and
hugged her.
"Now why don't you tell us why you're here,
honey!" she purred.
"I...I don't know" Amy whimpered.
"You don't know! She doesn't know," Donna
snorted.
"How many times you had your pussy pumped
today, baby!" Slade called down from above.
"What do they say you did!" Donna smiled,
fingers moving through the bangs over Amy's eyes.
"They...said I had drugs in my car," Amy said,
trembling a little. "But I didn't. I know I didn't.
"You're very pretty," Donna smiled, eyes flicking
down Amy's body.
"Tha...thanks," Amy whispered.
"Move your arms.
"Wha...what! Why!" Amy gulped.
"Because I said so."
Reluctanrly Amy eased her arms aside a little at
a time, until Donna and Karen, and Slade, who
was looking down at them from above, could see
her body in it's glistening orange, skintight suit.
Donna slid her hand up and down Amy's back,
then gripped a thick mass of curly hair and slowlly
gently pulled back, forcing Amy's head up. Amy
was too frightened to even protest.
She gasped as Donna slid a finger up and down
her slit. She could feel it easily through the tight,
thin material.
"Talk about tight," Donna smiled. "If I had a
cock I could practically fuck you without taking the
jumper off."
"Have her take it off anyway," Slade said.
"Yeah.
Donna slid the zipper down all the way to near
Amy's crotch, then pulled the fabric open to bare
her rounded breasts.
"Nice, huh!" she said to the others,
"Nice and firm," Karen said.
"Please don't," Amy whimpered.
"Okay," Donna said.
She let go of Amy's hair and eased back a linle.
Amy pulled her head forward, then reached for the
zipper.
"Stand up, Amy," Donna ordered. Amy got to
her feet quickly, zipping the jumpsuit up to her
throat.
"Go and stand over there against che bars,
Donna said.
Amy was glad to, backing against the bars again
as she had been before.
"Now strip," Donna grinned.
"Wha...what!" Amy gasped.
"Strip. We wanna see you naked.
"Yeah, get your clothes off, fuck-toy," Slade said.
"But I...I don't..I don't.."
"Strip, slut," Donna ordered.
Amy looked desperately from one face to the
other, but saw only scowls and threatening looks.
She was terribly frightened of these women, who
were, after all CRIMINALS. Who knew what they
might do to her if she made them mad. They might
hurt her badly, or even kill her.
Her hands trembled as they moved to the zipper,
then she slowly, haltingly pulled it down to her
lower belly.
"Take it off," Donna growled.
"Yeah, take it off, slut," Karen sneered.
Shakins with fright, Amy pulled the tight elastic
thing down over her shoulders, down her arms,
then shoved it down her body. She tumed bright
red as the stuff bared her breasts entirely, then her
lower chest, then her belly, then her hips, then her
groin. She shoved it down to her ankles, bent over,
then undid the spiked heels and removed them.
After that she tugged the orange fabric off and stood
up, trying to cover herself with her hands,
"Put the shoes back on," Donna ordered.
"Why?" Amy trembled.
"Because I fucking said so! Stop asking stupid
questions!"
Amy slipped the shoes on, then bent over and
buckled them, trying to keep an arm over her breasts
as she did so they wouldn't hang down below her
like udders.
"That's sure a nice looking pussy," a voice called
from behind her.
She gasped and straightened, then turned around
to see four women in the cell right across from hers
scaring ather with lewci expressions.
"Amy. Amy." Donna had to call twice to get her
attention. "Reach above you and grab the bars."
Amy almose asked why, but then stopped in, time.
The look on Donna's face said she was almost ready
to hit Amy if she didn't obey.
Frightened and ashamed, the trembling blonde
teenager reached up above her and gripped the bars,
baring her body to the three women's eyes.
"Higher," Donna ordered.
Amy started to sniffle as she reached way up and
gripped the bars, stretching her body out to it's limit.
"Nice. Very nice. What do you say, girls!" Donna
sighed.
"Nice piece of ass," Karen grunted.
"Valuable merchandise," Slade said.
Donna reached over to a shelf next to her bed
and turned on a little radio there. She turned back
to Amy then.
"Let go of the bars, baby," she said. Amy did so
gladly.
"Now dance."
"Wha....what!" Amy gasped, bewildered.
"Dance for us. You know how to dance, don't
you
"But...but I don't...I can't," Amy whined.
"If you don't, Slade is gonna jump down and
smash your face in," Donna shrugged.
Amy stared up at the menacing black woman in
terror, then looked back at Donna.
"Dance," Donna ordered.
"Yeah. Dance, pussy," one of the women across
from them yelled.
"Shut the fuck up," Donna yelled back.
Amy began to slowly wiggle her hips, mortified
at having to dance naked in front of all these
women, who weri: almost certainly lesbos. She was
too frightened not to, though. Better to be
humiliated than beaten up.
"Faster!" Donna criea.
"Move your ass, girl," Slade snapped.
"Shake your ass. Move those legs," Karen
laughed.
Slade jumped down and began to gyrate energet-
ically in front of the blonde, motioning her to copy
her. Amy did her best, continuing as Slade sat back
on the lower bunk next to Karen. Donna stood up
then and began to dance.
"Let me see you do this," she said. She undulated
her body, swinging her hips from side to side, then
humping them rapidly in and out. She ran her hands
up and down her body, stroking it sensually as her
head rolled from side to side. She cupped her breasts
through her jumpsuit, then turned and wiggled her
ass at Amy.
Amy copied her exactly, even thought it embar-
rassed her even more to do so. She slid her hands
up and down her shaking body as she humped and
wriggled and undulated in front of the woman,
stroking her breasts and then bending over to wag
her ass.
The women hooted and clapped and called out
obscenities, as did the ones in the cell across from
them. Amy continued to dance, her head in a
shocked daze, moving like an automaton as her
mind was overwhelmed by the fright and mortiticac
tion she was suffering.
Her hands moved above her head as she imitated
Donna, who had jumped to her feet again and was
facing her, Donna slid her hands seductively up the
sides of her body and through her curly hair. Amy
dazedly did the same, her hips swaying from side to
side, then grinding in a circular motion.
"Nice fat fucking tits!"
"They hardly even jiggle!"
"Lookit that pretty little ass!"
"What a hot little slut!"
"I want a piece of that fuck,toy!"
Donna pushed forward suddenly, her hands
gripping Amy's high above her head as she pushed
the giri back against the bars, She looked down on
the quivering girl with a hard, hungry stare, her
body grinding against the naked teenager as she
pressed her into the bars,
She bent and stuck her tongue out, then licked
a long trail up the side of Amy's face. The other
woman laughed and urged her on as the brunette
slid her tongue along the side of Amy's throat, then
bit down, sucking hard as she continued to grind
her pelvis into Amy.
Her hands slid off Amy's wrists, sliding down her
arms until they were on the sides of her chest, then
up under her breasts. She cupped Amy's round tit
orbs, lifting them upwards, then squeezing her
fingers in against the soft, malleable meat.
She bent and began to kiss the blonde girl, her
lips sliding roughly over Amy's as her tongue probed
demandingly against the trembling girl's mouth.
She slid her hands around behind her and cupped
her ass, pulling her in tight against her own body
as her tongue darted into Amy's mouth.
Amy's hands pushed ineffectuallr against the
woman's shoulders, as if afraid to touch her. Donna
had no such bothers, and her hands kneaded the
blonde girl's ass repeatedly,
With a sudden burst of resistance Amy twisted
away, only to find her face pressed between the
hard, cold bars. She gripped them desperately, chest
heaving, mind reeling asÅ~ Donna pressed her groin
in against her naked buttocks and stroked her sides
and back.
Donna gripped the bars alongside Amy and
ground her pussy in against the trembling teenager's
round ass cheeks. She slid her tongue against the
side of the girl's throat, then gripped her hair and
jerked it back as her other hand slid down between
Amy's legs and cupped her puffy pussy mound.
Amy gasped and tried to twist away again, but
couldn't, could only stand there shaking with fear
and humiliation as the woman sfroked her pussy slit.
Donna kissed the nape of her neck, and tongued
her earlobes, then, turned her around again. She
held tight to her long locks, bunching the thick
golden curls up around Amy's head as she eased
backwards.
She pulled Amy with her across to her bunk,
sitting down, pulling Amy down over her, dragging
her into the bunk as she lay back.
Amy had no choice but to climb onto the bunk
with Donna, and despite her fears and embartassc
ment, found herself atop the larger woman as Donna
pulled her face down against her own and mashed
her lips against Amy's again.
Amv was layiag atop her, trying to hold hetself
up off the other woman with both hands. Donna
twisted and rolled Amy over so shewas laying on
her back againstÅ~ the wall, held there by Donna's
own body.
"Hot little whore," Donna giowled, her lips
crushing Amy's as her hands moved up and down
the blonde's lush naked Aesh. She squeezed and
kneaded her breasts, stroked her belly, and then
cupped her bare pubic mound, sliding her fingers
up and down her tight slit.
Her mouth moved slowly across Amy's face, down
her throat, then over her breasts, licking and
sucking and kissing and gnawing on the soft,
trembling flesh as her hands moved over the giri.
She paused, and ierked the zipper ofher own
jUmpsuit down, then shrugged it down to her waist.
She slid atop Amy, rubbing her own hard, hot
breasts against Amy's round white orbs, sliding
upwards so her tits rubbed against the girl's face.
"Suck my nipples," she panted hungrily.
Amy whimpered helplessly as Donna pushed her
tits in against her face. She closed her eyes and
mouth tightly as she felt the soft round mammary
flesh pressing against her, but a sharp tug on her
hair forced her to open them and push out a
frightened tongue. She licked across Donna's breast,
then kissed the nipple.
"Suck it! Suck it," Donna hissed.
Amy swallowed in fear, then slid her lips over
the hard nipple and sucked on it, drawing it into
her mouth.
She'd never had any thoughts of lesbianism
before, and sucking on another woman's nipples
was a shocking thing for her to be doing. She felt
lewd and perverted as Donna's tits mashed and
rubbed across her face.
Donna reached down and shoved her jumpsuit
down further, easing it over her hips and down her
legs, then kicking it off. She lay full length atop
the trembling blonde teenager, rubbing her body
over Amy's, revelling in the softness of the teen
teenage Aesh against her own skin.
She pressed her lips down on Amy's own as her
hands saoked the giri's body. She ground her pelvis
in against the blonde, her hips forcing Amy's thighs
apart as she fucked her like she had a cock, wishing
she had one, even a rubber one.
Donna straddled her and sat up. She reached
down and took Amy's hands, then pulled them up
and pressed them against her breasts, rubbing them
in slow circles, working the tender, sensitive orbs
around.
She took Amy's right hand and pressed it against
her beily, then slid it down between her legs, rubbing
it up and down against her own moist pussy pad,
smiling at the look of shock and dismay on the girl's
face. Amy tried to pull her hand away but Donna
easiiy held it in place as she humped her hips
fonvard, grinding herself dowr? on it.
She bent forward and gripped Amy's hair. ierking
her head back and glaring angrily to scare her more.
She let go of Amy's hand and the girl kept it in place.
"Push your finger in me," she breathed.
Amy stared back in alarm.
"Do it," she hissed.
Amy's frightened gaze :slid down to Fhe other
woman's pussy and she hesitantly and reluctantly
pressed her finget against the tight folds of Donna's
pussy lips and eased it inwards. Her face crinkled
UP in distaste as she felt the moisture against her
skin, and felt the tighmess of Donna's pussy sucking
on her digit as it pushed upwards.
"Deeper," Donna breathed.
Amy wriggled her finger up all the way to the
knuckles .
"Fuck me with it," Donna smiled. "Yeah. Pump
it in and out, bitch."
Anly slid her finger up and down inside the other
woman's pussy channel, horribly embarrassed at
SUCh an intimate touch, but not willing to riska
beating by refusing.
"Two fingers now," Donna sighed. "Put anather
finger in."
Amy slowly Å~worked a second finger inside the
woman, pumping them in and out, het eyes closed
to avoid the lewd and perverSe sight.
But then suddenly Donna gripped her wrist and
pulled her fingers away. She iammed both ofAmy's
hands down on the bunk next to her head and slid
forward until she was kneeling above her head, her
legs pressing down on Amy's arms to hold them
there.
Amy stared up into the other woman's cunt from
onlY inches away. She quickly yanked her eyes away,
looking up the long, long length of Donna's body
tu her face way above her, The face was smiling,
displaying glistening white teeth.
"All right, baby," Donna said. "Timeto get to
work. "
Amy had no idea what she was talking about,
but was horrified to find the other woman's crotch,
her pussy, press right down on her mouth. She
twisted her head to the side to get it away but
Donna quickly gripped her hair and jerked her face
sharply back.
She yelped in pain and looked up at Donna,eyes
pleadingÅ~
"Suck my cunt, baby," Donna gritted. "Go on,
lick it. Shove your tongue in me."
"Noooo! Plleeeeassse!" Amy moaned, on the
verge of tears at the horrible humiliations being
inflicted on her. She didn't even know what pussy
eating was really. No one had everÅ~eaten her pussy,
and though she'd heard the term it had never really
been explained to her,
BUt then help cameÅ~from an unexpected, and
completely unwanted direction. Karen crossed over
and sat on theÅ~ bunk, down near her lower body.
Amy couldn't see her, but felt her hands prying her
legs open and pressing her thighs back. Then she
felt something moist and warm against her own
pussy slit.
She gasped in shock, jerking helplessly as what
had to be a tongue slid up and down her tight little
cunt slit, She was shocked that anyone would want
to do such a lewd and sickrhing, but when Donna
slapped her face sharply she realized that this was
exactly what Donna wanted.
She started sobbing quietly, but the other
woman's pussy crushed her mouth again and she
had no choice but to begin licking at it.
At first she just pushed her tongue out and iicked
blindly at whatever it touched, but as Donna
growled her displeasure and cursed her, she searched
frantically for a way to make the woman happy, and
belatedly decided to imitate what Karen was dolng
down between her own legs.
So she shoved her tongue into the slit, parting
her pussy lips and sliding it up and down between
them. She rubbed her tongue against the top part
of the slit, right where Karen was licking her, and
used the same speed and movements as the other
hlonde woman.
Soon Donna was sighing and moaning in pleasure.
That honestly surprised Amy, but she was
gratified that the woman no longer seemed mad at
her. She paid careful attention to what Karen was
doing, tried to hide her disgust at it, and wriggled
her tongue inside Donna's fuck opening.
She couldn't use her fingers as Karen was doing,
but she did the best she could with just her tongue,
and it secmed to be adequate. At least she wasn't
being cursed or slapped, and her hair wasn't being
pulled.
Her biggest problem, as Donna became more
aroused, was that the woman was humping and
grinding her pussy down on her face, making it hard
to keep her tongue in contact with her clitty, and
also mashing her nose and coating her face with
CUnt milk.
But that was a small thing compared to the fear
she had of being beaten, so she continued to lick
and suck on the woman's slit and clit, while Karen
showed her the way.
Embarrassment can only last so long before it
begins to fade into acceptance. Adrenalin and fear
can last only so long, too. As her heart slowed down
again and her fear eased, Amy's mind began to work
Once more.
She wondered how it was that Donna seemed to
be enjoying the lewd tonguing of her pussy so much.
After all, she herself felt no such pleasure at the
deft tongue job Karen was doing to her. Karen wasn't
hurting her, of course. In fact, she had to admit to
herself that the licking felt kind of good.
But she was not aroused like Donna was, and felt
no urge to moan and groan in pleasure like the
older woman.
And when Donna let out a short gasp of delight
and arched her back, humping desperately against
Amy's mouth, Amy felt a kind of astonishment at
the realization that the woman was having an
orgasm, She also felt a small feeling of accomplishc
ment and satisfaction that she had managed to do that.
The feeling was short lived, however. Donna soon
climbed off her, and then Karen slid up her body
and began kissing and fondling her. Soon Karen
straddled her face like Donna had, and she had to
lick at her pussy too.
Karen didn't kneel on her arms, though, and
instead made Amy squeeze and rub her breasts, and
showed her how to finger and stroke her clitty along
with her tongue to make her come too.
When she got off it was Slade's turn. This was
again something strange, and Amy felt something
like surprise that the dark gleaming black skin felt
the same to her touch as the other woman's white
skin did.
It was still very odd to be licking and sucking on
dark black skin and brown nipples. And when Slade
knelt above her and lowered her cunt onto Amy's
face, Amy felt new surprise that her insides were
as pink as the other women.
Her tongue and iaw were tired by now, and it
took a lot of effort to make Slade have an orgasm.
She kept at it, though, until the woman groaned
in release and climbed off her.
The women were apparently satisfied for now, but
Amy wasn't allowed to go to the fourth bunk and
sleep. Instead Donna got back into the bunk, still
naked, and pulled the sheets over them. They lay
together like spoons, Amy's ass pressed back into
Donna's groin and Donna's arm around her, hand
cupping her breast loosely.
Meghan spent the night in a dark cold cell
all by herself. She had no idea that her sister was
in a similar, but more crowded cell, and would have
been horrified if she knew of the lewd lesbian rape
she was being subiected to.
She lay awake in misery, trying to understand
what had happened and trying to figure out how to
get away from these horrible perverted people. Her
ass continued to sting through the night, and she
had to keep reaching back constantly to reassure
herself that she wasn't all cut up or anything.
She knew one thing...she would do anything to
avoid another caning. If that meant pretending to
masturbate for that awful man then she would just
haVe to do it, no matter how mortifying it was.
The night took a long time to pass.
Moming came with the opening of the steel door.
A woman came in, tall and broad shouldered like
all of the guards seemed to be. She moved into the
room and over to the bed as Meghan tumed over
onto her back, clutching the thin sheet against her
nudity.
The woman smiled, then reached down and tore
the sheet away. Meghan gasped but didn't move,
knowing it would be useless to ny and hide herself.
The woman's eyes looked her up and down, and
Meghan was reminded of the way men looked at
her, with lust in their eyes. She wondered if the
woman was a lesbian, and felt a slow flush creeping
over her face.
"Pretty little thing, ain't ya!" the woman drawled.
She sat on the edge of the bunk, then her hand
shot out and gripped the back of Meghan's head,
jerking her up in a single motion, crushing her lips
down against Meghan's as the younger woman
struggled ineffectually to pull free.
The woman pulled back and Meghan let out a
gasp and pulled away as she laughed and snickered.
She turned her head around, but then jerked it
back as the woman slid her hand onto her belly.
"Stop it," she begged, gripping the woman's hand
Suddenly that hand was around her throat,
jamming her head back into the pillow and
squeezing tightly. Meghan gurgled helplessly, both
hands on the thick wrist as she tried to free herself.
But it was like trying to bend a tree nunk. The
woman's fingers held her tightly as her head began
to throb and her vision sparkled and faded.
"You do whatever you'retold, fuck-toy," the
woman hissed.
She loosened her grip and Meghan gulped in air,
looking up at her in fear. The woman smiled nastily,
then slid her other hand over Meghan's body,
squeezing her breasts, sliding it down between her
legs, then jamming a finger painfully hard into her
pussy slit,
"Nice, real nice," the woman sneered. "Yer sister's
better, though."
"Wha...what!" Meghan gasped in a choked
voice .
"Hot little blonde with long hair. You shoulda
seen her squeal when I iammed my stickup her
tight little pussy."
Meghan stared at her in appalled shock.
"A,..Amy!" she gaped.
"That's her, nice tits on her, nice and round and
sooooo soft. Don't worry, you'll get to see her before
too long I expect."
"But...but why!" Meghan whimpered.
"Cause she's dirty, stinking little whore like you,"
the wolnan sneered. "Once the two of you have
taken a few hundred cocks up your tight little pussies
I figure you'll be a little less snotty, though.
She dragged Meghan to her feet and shoved her
out the door. The woman led her down the hall to
a shower room. There, the woman made her stand
under the water for a minute, then picked up a bar
of soap and began to very carefully soap her up.
She ignored Meghan's soft, embarrassed pleadings,
running her hand all over her body and even
thrusting three fingers up into her asshole, pumping
them in and out as she sniggered and enjoyed her
discomfort.
"You should be grateful I don't give you what yer
SiSter pot," the woman sneered. "Bet she's got a sore
pussy today, and a sore asshole too."
She gripped Meghan by the throat and pulled
her face up right against het own as she glared
hatefully at her. "That's the best thing to do with
slutty little teenage whores," she spat. "Ream out
their assholes real good! That shows em' just how
cheap and scummy they are!"
After Meghan rinsed off the soap the woman
made her lay back on a table and spread her legs
wide, uÅ~ide apart. Then she picked up a pair of
scissors and began to cut her narrow band of pussy
hair down really short. She sprayed shaving cream
over her pussy, then picked up a razor and began
shaving all her pussy hair off.
Meghan tried to ask her to stop, but a single slap
in the face convinced her to keep her mouth shut.
Soon her pussy was completely bald, and her
little cunt cleft was embarrassingly visible. The
woInan fondled her puffy little bald cunt mound :or
a couple of minutes, stroking and finger it, dipping
her tingers into the slit, and even finger fucking her
for a minute.
Then she dried her pussy and gave her a pair of
high, spiked heels and a super tight orange bodysuit
to wear. The thing was almost worse than being
naked. It was like being wrapped in plastic food
wrap. It clutched her everywhere, and even pulled
up tight into her pussy slit no matter how many
timeS she tried to keep it out.
She was led to a big cafeteria, which was packed
with male prisoners in orange jumpsuits, She
hesitated but the woman shoved her forward. The
men all turned and started yelling and making
obscene noises and comments as she was led through
the room. She cringed in embarrassment, trying to
cover herself with her hands.
The woman guard disappeared and a male guard
took her place, leading Neghan up to the counter
and making her take a tray and get her food. Then
he led her to a table, in amongst the men, `and
stood behind her as she ate.
The men all around her stared hungrily at her
and kept shouting to her, calling her names and
telling her how they were going to fuck and sodomize
her, how they were going to chew on her nipples
and stick their cocks down her throat.
She was terrified, surrounded by a sea of crude,
luSt CraZed men who wanted to tear her tiny bit of
clothes off and rape the hell out of her. She knew
that, were it not for the guard behind her, they
would be all over her, that she would be raped by
hundreds of men.
She kept her head buried in her food and tried
not to see any of their leering faces as she shoved
the food down her throat and gulped down milk.
Finally she was led out of the cafeteria and handed
over to a woman guard again. She sighed in relief
as she was taken back to the more quiet areas of
the jail, then led upstairs and into a small room
equipped with a bed and a table and two chairs.
The woman left and she was alone for a few
minutes. Then a man arrived, a large, broad
shouldered, muscular man in his twenties. With
him was a woman about the same age with honey
colored blonde hair. She was dressed in the same
kind of orange bodysuit that Meghan wore,
(LOkay, slut," the man said. "We're gonna show
YOU how we want you to act when you're around
our customers, understand! You do good and ycru
can have your own room with a TV and sterro and
fridge, and eat in the small kitchen for the sluts.
You fuck up and we'll let those guys you had breakfast
with at you. Understand!"
Meghan swallowed and nodded.
"Say, yes, sir," he glared.
"Yes, sir," she repeated.
"Okay, now watch Robin here. She's gonna show
you how to jerk of. The warden wasn't happy you
wouldnit do it yesterday so you better leam it, cause
he's sure gonna want to see it today."
"Sir, uhm, could I see my sister please!"
"I don't know nothing about any sister. Now shut
your fucking mouth and do what you're told. You're
gonna jerk off for us later so you better do it right."
Meghan felt a little embarrassment, but iust a
little. She wondered if she was becoming immune
tO embarrassment.
Robin smiled at her and Meghan tentatively
retumed it. Then the woman began to sort of roll
her head in a rubbery way and slide her hands up
and down her body. She gave Meghan a sultry look,
her eyes slitted, her tongue sliding across her lips
as she cupped her breasts, then slowly eased the
zipper down.
She opened the front of her bodysuit, then pulled
it wide, exposing her small, cone shaped breasts.
She cupped and stroked them, then slid a hand
down between her legs, still inside the bodysuic.
Meshan could clearly see the outline of her hand
against the tight material as; she stroked her slit.
She wriggled out of the bodysuit, then crawled
sensualiy into the bed, rolled onto her back, then
brought her knees up and let them fall slowly apart,
exposing her sex.
To Meghan's shock the woman's pussy was
completely bare, with not even a single pubic hair.
She watched with wide eyes as Robin slowly
stre tched and posed, her hands moving up and down
her body, over her breasts and down between her
legs.
She slid a finger inside her slit and pumped it in
and out, sighing in pleasure, then began to stroke
her clitty as she pumped two fingers in and out of
her cunt tube. Meghan was embarrassed to watch,
but at the same time could hardly tear her eyes from
the sight.
Robin groaned realistically, arching her back,
thrusting her breasts up and out as both her hands
stroked and squeezed and fingered her pussy slit,
She humped up at her hands and whined in heated
ecstasy as she jerked off.
Then she gave a harsh jerky movement, her
breath rattled emotionally as she rolled her eyes
back, and she stopped, smiling at Meghan.
"Okay, Slut now it's your turn," the man said.
Meghan made a face, then, embarrassed all over
again, began to try and imitate what she had seen.
She swayed in place and ran her hands up and down
her body, caressing herself through the thin body-
suit, then eased the zipper down, baring her breasts
to the man and woman, then peeled it down and off.
She knew she wasn't as graceful or realistic as
Robin had been, and that made her even more
self-conscious, It was very odd, she thought, to be
self-conscious about stripping and playing with
herself to begin with, and then be self,conscious
because she wasn't doing it well enough.
Still, naked, she laid back on the bed, and
continued to run her hands up and down her body.
She aied to ignote the presence of the other two,
pretend'she was all alone, but it was awfully hard.
She was especially embarrassed when she first
touched her pussy, and began to stroke her fingers
up and down her slit.
She tried to think of herself as merely an actress,
not as someone doing a perverted sexual thing in
front of witnesses. That made her feel a little less
embarrassed, and she was able to groan a little and
undulate her body.
She forced a finger into her pussy tunnel, then
stroked her clitty with her finger as she rolled her
head from side to side and groaned again. She began
to hump up against her fingers, grunting with the
effort, making it sound like she was having a good
time.
But then the man threw her a curve, or more
precisely, a dildo. The long, thick rubber cock hit
the bed next to her and startled her out of her act.
She stared at it in shock, never having seen one
before.
"Use that," the man ordered. "Start fucking
yourself wich it."
Meghan touched the thing as though it were a
snake, but with a small shudder of disgust, picked
it up, knowing she had to do whatever she wanted
now, that her days of doing what she chose were
gone, perhaps forever.
She pressed it against her slit and tried to push
it inside, but she was very dry there, and the thing
was very thick.
She needed to get some moisture on it.
Then she had an inspiration. She rubbed the
cock up and down her body, like it was a real cock,
playing with ir and smiling as she rolled it between
her breasts. She slid it up and put it into her mouth,
sucking on the head like she was sucking a cock,
getting it very wet.
She tongued the head and slid her tongue up and
down the shaft like it was a posicle. She got as
much moisture onto it as she could before retuming
it to her pussy crack.
It was much easier now to slide it into her box,
and twisting it from side to Å~side, easing it in, then
back, then forward again, she managed to get it all
the way up her fuck tunnel without much discomfort.
It felt odd up there, of course. She'd never
had anything like it inside herself until yesterday,
when she was raped a couple of times.
The dildo felt different than the cocks, though.
Not only was it harder, but more importantly, then
pain she had experienced during the cruel rapes was
absent, probably because she wasn't filled with fear
just now, and had had time to ease it in slowly.
She began to pump it in and out as she humped
against it and grunted with feigned pleasure. She
had to draw her knees back to get the proper
leverage to pump the thing, and this exposed her
cunt anh asshole even more than they had been,
but simply exposing herself wasn't much to be
ashamed of by now.
She was startled again as her act was interrupted.
This time it was the man who fell on the bed. He
jerked his pants down and took out his hard
erection, then reached for the dildo. He yanked it
OUt Of her pussy tunnel and tossed it aside, then
gripped her legs behind the knees and forced her
legs back further.
"Take my cock and put it in," he growled.
Meghan reached for it and gripped it like she had
the rubber cock. It was much different to the touch,
softer and warmer, and she pressed it against her
moist snatch opening with only a little disgust.
He thrust into her and she gasped in surprise.
There was some pain, but only a little, as his cock
slid to the hilt in her soft, hot belly. He began to
fuck her almost at once, steadily chuming his cock
back and forth inside her as she lay back unmoving.
She wondered if poor Amy was being to like
this. Had that awfui woman really raped her with
her nightstick, even as Meghan herself was raped
by the Sheriff and his nightstick! Had the Sheriff
raped and sodomized her!
"What are you, asleep!" he growled. "Ger back to work".
She wondered for a brief instant what he meant,
then realized he wanted her to go back to acting
like she was enjoying things, Well, she supposed
that was something she was likely expected to do
if the Warden was telling the truth about making
her a prostitute.
She started humping back as best she could, and
groaning in pleasure. She rolled he head and made
her eyes dull slits, but she couldn't bring herself to
reach up and put her arrns around the man who
was cruelly raping her.
His hips were pummelling her backside something
fierce now as he rodded his big cock down into her
slit tunnel. He grunted louder than she did as his
cock pounded into her and the bed creaked beneath
chem. His eyes were excited, his lips drawn back
in a snarl, and his muscles bulged along his arms
as he held himself aloft on thenl and swung his hips
up and down in a furious, rutting stroke.
He slowed down then and eased back onto his
heels, drawing the long length of cock out of her slit.
"Get on all fours, slut," he ordered.
Meghan looked at him for a moment, then rolled
over and eased onto her hands and knees.
"Spread your legs more, and raise your ass up,"
he ordered.
She obeyed, feeling a new flush of embarrassment.
"Now let me see you wag that tail. Shake it and
hump it back at me, slut."
She swung her ass from side to side, and then
pushed it back in a halfhearted way. He slapped her
ass and she yelped in pain, humping back much
more vigorously, her ass cheeks stinging from the
blow.
"Now beg for it," he sneered. "Beg for my cock."
Meghan didn't know how to beg. She'd never
had to beg for anything. She was so surprised by
the request that she stopped moving. His hand
cracked down on her ass again and she hurriedly
began humping again.
"I said beg," he snapped.
"Please fuck me," she gasped. "Please fuck me."
"Again. More."
"Please fuck me. Please give me your cock."
"Sir, call me sir."
"Please fuck me sir. I need your cock, sir!"
"You want it up your twat, bitch!"
"Yes, sir. Please fuck my twat!"
"I want you to reach back between your legs and
peel your cunt open," he said. "Just pull it wide
apart for me. Show me pink."
Face red, Meghan eased down onto her shoulders
and put her hands back through her thighs, She
pressed her fingers against her pussy Lips and pulled
them open.
"Wider. I want it wide enough to shove a fuckin'
log through!" he barked.
She gulped in fear, then slowly pressed het fingers
back, easing her cunt opening wider and wider,
until it strained, then stung, then began to really
hurt from the stretching.
She was actually glad to feel his cock sliding in,
brushing the backs of her fingers. She eased her
fingers out as his cock pushed deep, then pushed
herself back up on her hands as he gripped her
flanks and began to ride her.
He slammed his hips into her ass with unrestrained
force, pounding his cock into her slit with
total abandon, making her tremble and jerk and
shake back and forth. Her tits wobbled and swung
below her and she had to constantly shove her hands
out to keep from being thrown onto her face.
Suddenly he gasped and stopped, drawing his
prick out again and holding it in his hand for a
moment. He sat back on his heels and stared up at
the roof, then shook his head and glared at her
"Okay, whore, get onyour side and lift your leg
up".
Meghan, of course, obeyed, though she was very
confused about what he was doing. She laid on her
side and lifted her upper leg, her left, as high as it
would go. That wasn't high enough for him, of
course and he seized it and shoved it up much higher,
making her cry out in pain as the tendon in her
thigh, still sore from the way the Warden.had split
her open the other night, was strained again.
He straddled her lower leg as he eased in against
her crotch, holding her upper leg up as he pressed
his cock against her slit and then drove it into her.
He fucked her steadily, able to hold her leg aloft
by pressing his chest against it, freeing his hands
to squeeze her ass and breasts.
But again he halted and pulled back. He lay back
down and ordered her to get on top of him.
She straddled his hips, by now rather casual about
touching him, and about sex, even in front of
Robin, who continued to watch. She gripped his
hard cock and pointed it up at her snatch, then
sank down onto it.
He gripped her breasts and squeezed them as she
rode up and down on his cock. It didn't take her
long to get into a rhythm, and bounce steadily with
little effort.
The man. . .she still didn't know his
name...squeezed her tits hard enough to hurt, but
she didn't protest. Then he pulled her down against
him, mashing his lips against hers, pulling at her
hair, and then gripping her ass cheeks and jamming
her up and down. on his cock with harder, faster
move ments.
"That's it, slut. Ride that cock. Ride it, whore,
he gasped.
Meghan resented his words. After all, she had
been a virgin just yesterday, and aside from him had
had sex with only three men, all of whom had
violently raped her. She thought it was unfair, and
mean of him to be calling her those names.
He gripped her hair and twisted her head hard
to one side, then slapped her face. She cried out
in shock as he jerked her face down against his.
"Stop fuckin' daydreaming, bitch," he snarled.
"You're supposed to be acting like a good little
whore. Let me hear you moaning and groaning.
"I...I'm sorry," she gasped.
"You sure as shit are, slut!"
She started humping up and down again, gnrnting
and sighing in pleasure as she rode his cock, gasping
and moaning as it drove high into her belly, rolling
her head and letting it jerk back behind her as her
eyes rolled back in her head.
Finally he came inside het, spurring his man milk
into her belly. She bounced a few more times then
he heaved her off and sat up.
"You, bitch, get me hard again," he said, looking
at Robin. "You watch how," he said to Meghan. He
gtipped her by the hair and dragged her around and
right ofjF the bed. She tumbled to the ffoor next to
where Robin had iust dropped to her knees, then
was pulled around so she was on her own knees
right next to the blonde.
Robin was in between the man's legs. She gripped
his cock and stroked it with her fingers, then slid
her tongue up and down the underside. She slid
the head between her lips and sucked the whole
thing in to the balls, munching on it with her
cheeks, massaging it inside her mouth, working it
over with her tongue as she sucked,
She slid her lips back up, keeping them tightso
his cock would stretch out as it came out, she slid
her hands under his balls and massaged them, then
licked at his cock again, sliding her tongue down
the shaft to the balls. She slid her lips around his
right testicle then sucked it into her mouth and
licked at it, rolling it around inside her oral cavity.
She rubbed his cockhead with her thumb as she
sucked on his ball, then pullkd back and smiled at
Meghan, giving her an encouraging look. Meghan
felt more than a litde disgusted at the idea of taking
the thing into her mouth. Oddly, this was almost
as much because of all Robin's spit on it as the fact
that it was a cock.
He was watching though, and he knew she had
to. She slid her lips onto it, sucking and licking as
Robin slid her own mouth back down onto the
man's bals and sucked on them.
"Fucking whores," he grunted, running his hands
through their hair.
His cock began to harden, and soon was a stiff
boner once again. He stood up, still gripping their
hair in his fists. His legs were wide as he pointed
his cock at Meghan's mouth, then slid it through
her lips and fucked hei face with several long, rapid
strokes.
He pulled out, then fucked Robin's face a few
times, then pulled out again. He let go of Robin
and moved around behind Meghan, pulling her
head way back.
"Grab her arms," he said,
Meghan's head was practically upside down as
she felt Robin hugging her, pinning her arms to her
side. Her mouth was open wide as the man pushed
his cock into it, and she automatically closed her
lips and tried to suck, despite the awkward position,
but then he began punching it down violently, and
to her shock, fear, and horror, managed to ram it
right into her throat.
She shuddered and struggled to break free, to pull
herself off his cock, but he and Robin held her
tishtly as he slid inch after inch of cockmeat down
her gullet.
It was an astonishing and uncomfortable feeling
for Meghan. She couldn't make a single sound, and
couldn't breath at all. The long, fat cock completely
plugged her throat. With him holding her head
tightly and Robin clutching her arms together there
was nothing at all Meghan could do either.
He buried his cock in her throat, forced it in
until his balls were pressed'against her nose. He
sniegered down at her as he fucked his cock up and
down her throat, ignoring her weak snuggles.
"This is what we do to bitches who talk too
much," he sneered.
He fucked his cock back and forth in her throat
as her skull pounded and her vision started to
darken. Then he finally pulled it out. She coughed
repeatedly and drew in great ragged breaths of air.
He rubbed his spit wet cock all over his face as she
regained her breath.
"Tastes great," he said. "No, less filling," he said
in another voice. Then he burst out laughing.
"Suck her titties, slut," he called to Robin.
Robin was still hugging her tightly, keeping her
from getting off her knees or moving her arms. She
shifted herself so she could began to lick and suck
on her breasts, and then the man forced his cock
badk into her mouth and rammed it down her
throat.
Amy lay awake for hours, but somehow,
wrapped in Donna's arms, feeling the soft beacing
of the woman's heart, hearing her soft breaths, she
managed to drift off to sleep. She woke very slowly,
feeling odd, strangely...hot.
At first she forgot where she was, in that dazed,
half awake, half sleep all she knew was that she felt
very horny, that there was a moist heaviness in her
lower helly. She thought to ease her hand down,
to stroke her clitty, but then realized with a shock,
that someone else was already doing so.
She gasped and jerked up, or tried to, but Donna
shushed her and held her down. She was still pressed
up against Amy's back, her right hand was down
behveen the girls' legs, fingers gently stroking her
clitty and slit. Her right arm was underneath Amy,
her hand stroking and kneading her breasts,
Amy swallowed repeatedly, her eyes wide as she
remembered where she was, and who she was with.
"It's okay," Donna whispered. "Is that nice! Does
that feel nice!"
"Ye....yesss," Amy gulped.
Donna kissed her, sliding her tongue along her
throat as she stroked her clitty with more strength
now that she didn't need to fear waking her.
Amy didn't move, confused and embarrassed by
what was happening. Her flustered state almost
suppressed the heat between her legs...almost. Not
quite, though. She was at the point where she liked
it too much, and wanted it to continue. She was
not happy that it was someone else doing it, a
woman at that, but the sensations coming up from
her loins were iust too delicious to want to stop,
Anyway, it wasn't her fault. She wasn't doing
anything bad. She was iust laying there.
Or maybe it was her fault. Maybe they were right
and she was a dirty cheap slut. What other kind of
girl would be getting off on having a strange woman
rubbing her pussy and squeezing her breasts! She
should be screaming and suuggling to break free.
But instead she just lay there and closed her eyes,
drifting on a soft, sensual wave of pleasure. Wer
body felt warm and comfortable, snug up against
Donna's own warm flesh, and after all the harsh
words and treatment she'd gotten yesterday she
instinctively was drawn to anything that felt good.
Soon she was unconsciously grinding her soft
round ass back against Donna as her breathing grew
hotter and faster and her body began to vibrate to
the sexual tune Donna was playing on her body.
Donna eased back and rolled Amy onto her back,
still rubbing carefully at her slit. She slid het lips
over the girl's erect nipples and sucked them,
drawing a soft, surprised gasp from Amy.
She stroked and sucked her breasts and nipples
as she rubbed her siit, then licked a trail down her
belly, parting her thighs and sliding her tongue into
the soft moist slit between them.
She pulled Amy's pussy lips open and lapped up
and down against her pink flesh, then kissed her
clitty, folding her lips over it and gucking expertly.
Amy moaned low in her throat, her eyes closed,
her chest rising and falling rapidly s the fire inside
her belly grew and spread. She trembled and
twitched, her hips jerking upwards as her cunt
sparkled with sexual electricity.
She felt Donna's finger slide down into her slit,
then a second. The pumped in and out rapidfy as
the woman's tongue and lips made her clitty bum
like a hot coal, and turned her insides to Churning
mush.
She knew an orgasm was approaching rapidly,
and felt embarrassed, in a way. She shouldn't be
enjoying this, and didn't want to have an orgasm
With thiS woman.
Then she did, and gloried in it. Her head puiled
back and her body twitched and jerked spastically
as she groaned and whimpered in sexual release.
The fire bumed through her nervous system and
made her body dance and shake with ecstasy and
pleasure, her pussy boiling over with lust as Donna
sucked frenziedly at her clitty.
She lay back in wondrous delight, eyes tightly
clenched as she writhed under the sexual firestorm
roaring through her body. Never before had she felt
such pleasure, nor imagined she ever could. The
sensations Donna were bringing out from her sizzling
pussy were beyond comprehension, and she could
only gurgle and moan and shake helplessly asthey
chumed through her insides.
As she slowly eased out of the cum Donna slid
sensuously up her body, like a snake she wriggled
her soft flesh up along Amy's until they were face
to face, their breasts crushed together, their lips
gentlly brushing each other.
For the first time, Amy kissed back, if timidly,
and a little shyly. Their kisses grew quickiy in
intensity, then with a smile, Donna slid up, drawing
her legs together and kneeling over Amy's face.
Amy knew what she wanted now, and though
she still felt some reluctance, she felt obligated, and
even, just a little, excited. She not only felt she
owed Donna the same as Donna had given her, but
wns excited at the prospect of making the other
woman cum like that.
She licked her lips a little nervously, then raised
her hands and cupped Donna's ass cheeks as she
ran her tongue up and down the bald little slit.She
eased her hands through Donna's thighs and peeled
the woman's pussy jips apart to reveal the hot,
glistening cunt skin inside, then lapped excitedly
at it.
"That's it, baby. Yeahhh. Ooohhh, baby, baby.
Do me, baby. Do me!" Donna groaned.
The words excited Amy, and she licked harder,
concentrating on the woman's slit. Suddenly,: she
felt fingers at her own pussy, then a mouth began
to work on it just like Donna had. She didn't' know
who it was, and, to her surprise, didn't care. She
not only didn't feel very embarrassed about it but
she was actually glad.
She tongued Donna's clitty and tried to get her
lips around it as someone slid her fingers into Amy's
own tight pussy tunnei and slurped over her own
clitty. She felt her insides quickly reigniting, felt
her juices begin to flow again and her belly begin-
ning to heat up.
She rubbed at Donna's clitty, then thrust two
fingers up into the woman's fuck tunnel as she
sucked on it. She groaned as someone gnawed
lightly on her own little fuck button, and her legs
jerked and flopped down below her.
Soon Donna was bucking and bouncing and
whining in heat as her cunt exploded with pussy
milk and Amy scooped it out with her tongue. She,
herself was also getting ready to blow. She was
having trouble breathing as the heat soared inside
her and her muscles began to ierk and twitch.
Then Donna slid off her and Amy was able to
look down between her legs to see Karen there.
Karen raised her eyes and smiled, then slid up along
Amy's body just like Donna had. They kissed, and
Amy tasted her own pussy milk on Karen's lips.
Their lips slid softly together, their tongues
touching as they ground their pussies against each
other. Amy slid her hands down Karen's back and
cupped her ass cheeks, surprised at her own daring
but too excited, too hot to restrain herself.
She bucked up against the woman, grinding her
pussy against her as their breasts rolled and crushed
each other.
Karen pulled away, then crawled up and sat her
pussy down onto Amy's face. At the same time Amy
noticed a new weight on the bunk and felt fingers
at her thighs, then at her pussy. A long tongue
probed inside her as she began to lap at Karen's
pussy mouth.

After having her throat fucked out, Meghan was
forced to undergo something she considered even
worse. She and Robin were forced to put on a lewd
lesbian show for the man as he sat on a chair beside
the bed.
Meghan felt terribly uncomfortable even kissing
the other woman, especially as Robin shot her
tongue into her mouth. But pressing hetÅ~ breasts
against Robin's, and then being ordered, and having
to suckle on Robin's nipples and finger her pussy
slit, was almost more than she could bear.
Only the memorv of her caning and the still
tingling aching in her buttocks kept her from dis-
obeying.
Robin led her to the bed, then the two of them
made love as the man, and three others who had
come in, watched.
As with the man, she had to pretend she liked
it. Whenever she looked reluctant or unhappy he
or one of the others would yell and curse her, and
once, when she was on her knees facing Robin's
cunt, and feeling almost nauseous about the idea
of licking it, the man had slapped her ass hard,
making her cry out in pain.
She'd had to lick Robin's pussy, shove her tongue
way up inside, and then her fingers. It was all
disgusting, but she'd done it, and then had lain
back as Robin had sucked hers, not just lain there
but writhed and moaned and arched her back as
though she were having a tremendously good time.
It was humiliating doing that with a woman,
even worse doing it with an audience watching and
making lewd comments about her performance and
her body.
When the men were satisfied she was given further
instructions. Robin slowly and seductively crawled
out of bed and crawled across the floor to where
one of the men sat, then licked at his shoes, then
up his legs to his crotcb. She undid his pants, pulled
his cock out, and began to suck.
Meghan, of course, was ordered to do the same
thing, which she did. She sucked him erect,
bobbing her lips up and down his stiff pecker, then,
on further orders, rose to her feet, swayed in place
a little as she slid her hands up and down her naked
body, then straddled the man and settled her pussy
down on his cock.
He sucked her breasts as she rode his cock up
and down, and she had to groan and whine and
act like she was having a terrific time.
The worst part, though, was when, as she rode
him up and down, another of the men had come
up behind them and slowly forced his cock up into
her asshole. It was the second time she'd been
sodomized, and she hated it every bit as much as
the first.
She only hoped Amy wasn't undergoing the same
kind of "training".
Amy was more than a little befuddled by the
COntinuOUS sexual attention she was getting. Even
after she'd sucked off Donna, Karen, and Slade,
and been sucked to successive orgasms by the three
women, things hadn't stopped.
She didn't understand why she wasn't more
embarrassed. Not only had she done such...perverse
things with women, but in front of an audience.
Not onlY the women in the cell but the women in
the cell across from them, none of whom she knew
at ail.
After her third orgasm, and after she'd finished
sucking off Slade, the three women had comc
plimented her and patted her on the head and
hugged her so much that she could not help feeling
happy and pleased with herself.
When Slade tumed on the radio and got up and
started dancing, she had watched and applauded
with the other two women. Slade danced so well,
and so seductively, swaying and undulating her
gleaming black body, that she'd felt a little jealous.
And when Slade held her hands out and pulled
Amy up to dance with her, the blonde girl had tried
to ilTlitate her exactly.
All her life she had been made to feel guilty about
acting provocatively, about shaking her ass or trying
to turn people on. She'd been told that wanting
sex, enjoying sex, were wrong and slutty, that girls
couldn't have sex unless they had a "meaningful
relationship" with the guy, while guys could fuck
any girl that moved.
Now, in just one day, she'd been released from
those restraints. Here, among these women, she
could dance in the nude, seven pair of eyes on her
naked body, her bouncing breasts, her little pussy,
and not feel selfcconscious.
It was a heady experience, She'd never really
thought about women before, but now found it
exciting that they were tumed on by her, that they
thought she was beautiful and sexy, and wanted to
make love with her.
When the cell doors were opened, their cell had
become crowded as the women across from them
had come over to introduce themselves. At first this
made her a little shy and nervous, especially since
the women were all dressed in normal jumpsuits,
and even Donna and Karen had dressed.
The woman had surrounded her, smiling and
complimenting her, and then she was pushed back
onto one of the bunks and one of them had knelt
between her legs and begun licking her.
Amy hadn't minded that much, and what embar-
rassment and reluctance she did feel had rapidly
faded as the woman's tongue had driven deep into
her pussy and set her sexual electricity humming
once again.
For two hours she lay naked, one woman after
another sucking her pussy, while others sat on her
face or stroked and squeezed her breasts. She came
again and again, writhing under many pairs of
hands, and many lips and tongues.
And at the end, she found herself dancing to the
music again, back against the wall, the cell and the
hall in front of it filled with some two dozen women,
all eyeing her with lust in their eyes and hearts.
It had been a terribly heady and exciting experi-
ence, being desired by so many women at once,
and she had posed and preened and swung her hips
and legs and breasts at them, smiling in delight as
they called aut how beautiful and hot and sexy she
was. She'd danced and danced, surrounded by a
blurry image of people, all calling out how great
her tits were, or her ass, or how they"d love to get
their fingers up her pussy hole.
Unfortunately, one of the guard women had come
and stopped it, then made her put on the orange
bodysuit and come away with her.
She was taken to a shower room and then, rather
than being allowed to shower, was ordered to climb
on a low table and kneel there on all fours. Two
women guards had then washed her like she was a
dog, soaping up her body and hair, and then, after
much rubbing with their hands, particularly
berween the legs, she was rinsed off, dried off, then
dressed in another tight orange bodysuit and taken
upstairs.
She was still feeling very out of place when led
to the warden's door. The events of the Oast day
were all a giant mystery to her. She had no idea
what was happening, or who was responsible for it.
She didn't know what was going to happen, how
long she would be here, or anything else. She had
no control over anything whatever, so had little
time or need to think or make decisions.
The woman led her inside, then left her there,
standing in front of the warden's desk. She felt a
little nervous. After all, though the women..aside
from those two guards yesterday who'd raped her
with their batons...had all been nice, the deputy
had hurt her terribiy the other day, and this man
seemed to her to be very much like the deputy in
his friendly face and voice.
"So, Amy, I hear you're getting along real well
here," he smiled. "You're making lots of friends and
even getting into a little dancing,"
Amy blushed a little, uncomfortable to have her
lesbian sexual deeds spoken of.
"I can sure see what they mean when they say
you're a hot and sexy girl," he smiled. "Hell, I
haven't seen a girl as pretty as you in a long time."
Amy smiled a little tentatively, and squinted,
nying to bring the Warden's image into focus.
"Why don't you come over here, darlin'," the
Warden said.
She obediently moved around the desk as the
Warden pulled his chair out. He took her hand and
tumed her, then sat her across his lap, his arrn
around her waist as he smiled at her. From chis close
she could see him fairly well. He was older than
the deputy, but not bad looking, in a middle aged
"Yessir, you sure are easy on the eyes," he smiled,
running his fingers through her long blonde curls.
He pattedher head nad winked at her. "I hear you
like getting your pussy licked he whispered.
She blushed and he laughed and patted her back
affectionately. "Don't you worry, honey. Nobody's
gonna think worse of you for that. All the girls here
like gettin' their pussies sucked."
"Uhm, sir," she ventured.
"Yes!"
"I uh, I was uh, wondering if I could, uhm, call
my parents!"
"Don't you worry about them. We've called them
and told them you're okay."
"But...I mean, well, myÅ~sisterand me. I mean,
I have to tell them about my sister too.
"We told them. She's here, you know."
"She is!"
"Yup. This is the jail for the county and all che
cities and towns in it,"
"But...sir...we never did anything. We weren't
doing anything bad."
"Now, now, now, I'm sure you're a good girl.
Maybe we'll take a second look at things in a few
days. I'm sure we'll find a way to let you go before
too long.
He cupped her ass in a friendly way, then kissed
her lightly on the cheek. She smiled back hopefully.
"Yes, sir, you sure are pretry," he said. "Give the
warden a little kiss, honey."
She kissed him on the cheek, or tried to. He
turned his face so his iips met hers. Soon they were
exchanging long, moist, lingering kisses. He had a
hand between her legs and was rubbing her pussy
through the thing snetch fabric, his fingers stroking
her clitty with heavy pressure.
Amy had been'incredibly Nmed on by dancing
for the crowd of women, and tÅ~hen turned on again
bv the way the guards had soaped her up and stroked
her pussy. Now, with the Warden stroking her clitttr
and kissing her, she found herself getting hot once
again, felt the moist heaviness in her lower belly
as his hand squeezed and stroked her puss.
She couldn't help wondering if he could give her
an orgasm like the women had. She'd fucked two
boys, not counting the deputy, who, come tothinlr
of it had actually aniy fucked her in the ass, and
she hadn't come with either guy.
She wondered if she could come with his cock
inside her, for she was fairly sure that the man
wanted to fuck her, and that she would not be able
ro say no even if she'd been inclined to.
He pulled the zipper down all the way, which
was almost up to where her little thatch of pussy
hair was. He pulled the bodysuit open to expose
her round, firm breasts and shook his head in admi-
ration.
"What a set of teats," he said in delight. These
are just about the best teats I've ever seen. I've seen
bigger, but never better."
He cupped her mammaries, squeezing them
together, then burying his face in them. Amy felt
a wave of pleasure and pride at how great her breasts
were.
He gripped her hair, and pulled it way back,
making her pull her head almost upside down, and
making her tits stick out hard and round and finn.
"Oh, yeah," he said, sliding his other hand over
them.
He eased her head forward again and crushed her
lips with his. His hand slid down her belly and into
the bodysuit at the body, squeezing her bare pussy,
His fingers slid between her pussy lips and up into
her hole as his thumb pressed down on her ciitty.
He worked her clit bud down against the fingers
inside her slit as he licked and sucked and kissed
her mouth, throat and breasts.
Amy groaned in pleasure, wriggling helplessly as
her pussy began to bum and tingle with lllst and
heat. She felt her entire body begin to throb with
the sexual desire and excitement that was no
becoming routine, and made no effort to resist it.
In only twenty-four hours in this place she had
come to understand that she had no control
whatever of who did what to her, and therefote, in
an odd way, she was free of all guilt and responsibility,
and could indulge her body's desires as much as
she wanted.
She stroked the Warden's face and head and let
her head roll back as he suckled furiously at her
nipples, and rained little bites all across her firm
round breasts. His fingers pumped inside her moise
slit, grinding and sawing against her clitty as his
thumb jammed it down and ground against it.
Her insides jerked and twisted and'heaved,
throwing waves of pleasute up her spine and flooding
her brain with delight and sexual heat.
Then she came, her head snapping way, her ass bouncing
on his lap and her pussy boiling over with pleasure
as she grunted and moaned and whimpered in delight.
The Warden pumped his fingers up her pussy and
ssueezed her clitty as she came, hugging her tight
and sucking on her tits as she jerked and grunted
and trembled against him.
Then he lifted her up in his arms as hestosd srp.
He set her down on the edge of the desk, pushed
her bodysuit over her shoulders and down to rhe
waist, then pushed her back so she was laying across
his desk. He ierked the material down past her hips,
lifting her ass up as he peeled it down and off.
She spread her legs willingly as she watched him
undoing his pants, laying her self open. She lick
her lips in both excitement and worry as his cock
came out. It was long and thick and all red and
purply. He pressed the head against her soft slitl
then drove it deep with a single thrust.
She grunted in surprise and a little pain as his

cock thrust into her, but she telt nowhere near the
pain she had from the batons the guards had used
on her, nor, of course, did it feel anything like when
the deputy had shoved his whole hand up there.
What pain there was faded quickly as the Warden
drove his cock down into her to the hilt. She was
able to concentrate then on the feeling of his
throbbing male meat inside her, the sensations as
it started to pull in and out, and the delight she
felt as it stroked her clitty,
"Like that, baby!" he panted. "Better than them
dykes downstairs can do."
"Yessss," she sighed, revelling in the feelings the
big cock was raising inside her, delighting in the
rapid rise of pleasure as his cock pumped back and
forth.
His hands slid up her body and squeezed her
breasts, then he bent over and kissed her, his tongue
pushing into her mouth. He ground his cock around
inside her, humping back and forth as his body
pressed down on her.
He cupped her ass cheeks and mashed his lips
against hers as she brought her legs up and around
him. He gripped her thighs and lifted them, shoving
them back so her knees were pressed against the
desk on either side of her body. She was utterly
exposed like this, but the lewdness, the brazen
animal sexuality, only served to excite her more.
She grunted in delight as he rammed his cock
down into her hole, squeezing her own breasts as
he crushed her in two and hammered his cock down
into her drooling fuck channel.
She closed her eyes and grunted happily, floating
on a sea of sexual delight as her body thrummed
with heat and sensual desire.
Amy wasn't given her bodysuit back, but left
the Warden's office naked, wearing only the high,
spiked heels. So many people had seen her naked
lately tkat she had little embarrassment over this,
even though everyone they passed was clothed.
She was led into a small room, a bedroom, of
sorts. A man and a womanwaited there for her.
She couldn't' see either of them very clearly, but
the man was big, and the woman looked to be about
her age, with breasts only slightly smaller than hers.
The man didn't give his name, but the woman's
name was Jennifer.
The first thing the man did was put a thick,
studded leather collar around Amy's neck. He said
he was going to show her tricks. Amy wasn't sure
what that meant, really, but was willing to do
whatever she was told.
"Do you know what your name is!" he asked,
"Amy," she responded promptly.
"Wrong. Your name is slut. Understand!"
Amy didn't, and looked at him in bewilderment.
"Slut. That's your name. Got that!"
"Okay," she said timidly, a little hurt that he was
being mean to her.
"Okay, slut. Get down on your knees," he
growled.
She promptly obeyed"
"Say, yes, sir, when I give you an order, slut."
"Yes, sir," she said in a small voice.
"When I want you on your knees, it means I
want Your back straight, head up, tits out, sitting
on your heels," he growled. "Do it."
"Yes, sir," she gulped, sitting on her heels.
"Legs apart," he snapped.
"Yes, sir," she said.
"Okay, whenever anyone tells you to kneel, this
is the position. You better do it fast or they'll take
a cane to your ass. Understand!"
"Yes, sir," she said"
"Now, I want you in the suck position. Put your
knees together and straighten up your knees."
"Yes, sir." Amy rose on her knees, her back
straight.
"Now get in the doggie position."
"Yes, sir." She knew what that was all right. She
dropped forward onto all fours, and didn't have to
be asked to spread her legs and raise her ass.
"Good, slut." he said. He picked up sonnething
she couldn't make out, then bent and snappRd
something onto the collar around her neck. It was,
she realized, a leash, like you used with dogs.
"Okay, slut, let's see you crawl," he said.
She had little choice but to crawl as he started
walking, puiling on the leash. He led her in circles
around the room, and, she found out, he had picked
up a long switch that he used on her ass whenever
she didn't crawl like he wanted.
He walked her out the doot and up and down
the hall, making her stop and kneel, or sit, or even
roll over like a dog. It was very embarrassing, but
every time she hesitate at all the long switch would
lash across her ass and sting her fiercely,
This was no fun at all, but she had no choice in
the matter as the man continued to order her
around. He walked her back to the room and made
her get in the suck position, then had her suck off
Jennifer.
Several more men showed up as she was dolng
this and watched. When she was finished, after
Jennifer had come, Amy had to crawl around to
each man and kiss and lick his shoes, then turn
and spread her legs and say "Please fuck me, master,
please fuck my pussy."
All of them did, of course, which wasn't too, bad,
really. She almost came, even though she was feeling
flustered and embarrassed and upset at the mean
way she was being created.
All the men sat down in chairs then, surrounding
the bed as lennifer got into the bed and lay on her
back. Amy was allowed to sit on one of the men's
laps and watch as Jennifer began to masnnbate.
That shocked her. Masturbation was a terribly
dirty thing that people just didn't talk about. And
here was Jennifer doing it right in front of all these
men. Not only was she doing it but she was enjoying
it, arching her back, moaning and gtoaning,
whimpering and wriggling as she pumpedher fingers
into her pussy and scroked her breasts.
The man who's lap she was sitting on was stroking
her body too, and he tugged back on her hair to
bring her face around to him. "You're next," he
said. "So you better leam to act like her.''
Amy felt a momentary panic, knowing she
couldn't, just couldn't masturbate in front of all
these men. But then she decided that it surely wasn't
all that much worse than what she'd done before
in front of all the women downstairs.
She also realized that Jennifer was probably falcing
her responses, and that she herself could do that
too. She would feel embarrassed and scupid, but
she could do it.
And soon she was, her legs wide, knees drawn
back as a dozen men sat around the bed watching.
She groaned and wriggled and humpedat her
fingers, her face blazing with embarrassment as,she
pretended to masturbate. She didn't think she had
ever done anything so dirty in her life.
Jennifer got on the bed with her then, but to
Amy's surprise she had something with her, It looked
like a gigantic cock. It was thicki and rubbery, and
had a cockhead and veinsand everything. It must
have been over twenty inches long too.
Amy was afraid for a moment that the woman
would try and shove the huge thing into her pussy,
for she knew that she could never aceommodate
such a monster cock. She was mystified when
Jennifer handed it to her, then picked up the other
end...which also had a cockhead, and began to
shove it up her own pussy.
Amy held her end and watched as Jennifer's bald
little cunt crack swallowed inch after inch of t%ie
rubber cock. Then, with more than half the thing
hanging out she gripped the other end, taking it
back from Amy, and squatted right up next to her.
She raised Amy's leg and shifted her pussy right
up next to Amy's, then pressed the other end of
the dildo against Amy's slit. Amy groaned a little
as the thing bloated out her pussy, but didn't resist
as the woman shoved it deeper.
She started to get the idea of what the thing was
about when she realized that Jennifer's slit was
cfrawing closer and eloser to her own. Not only did
she understand but she started to get a little excited
and intrigued.
fennifer let go of the cock. There was about six
inches of it visible between her cunt crack and
Amy's then, and Amy wondered if they could get
it all inside.
lennifer took her hands and they manoeuvred
their crotches closer together, grunting and panting
with the effort as more of the rubber cock pushed
into their guts. Amy was getting hotter and hotler
as her pussy slid up the cock towards Jennlfer's. This
was so weird and bizarre and almost funny, that she
couldn't be fearfui of it.
She pulled on Jennifer's hands, and Jennifer
pulled on hers, and soon their pussies were mashing
together, the rubber prong deep inside them as they
ground and rubbed and mashed their pussies
together. Amy was in seventh heaven. The pleasure
was enormous as she grunted and humped against
the other woman's pussy, feeling the big rubber cock
twisting and jerking around in her own guts at the
Same time.
The men watching only served to nlm her on
more. It was like back in the cell. She couldn't
really see them as individuals. She only saw a blurry
outline of their shapes. She knew they were there,
though, and as she and Jennifer humped and jerked
tosether she felt a wave of pleasure at how erotic
they must be, at how excited the people watching
must be.
There was little, if anything left of her modesty
by then, for she'd been exposed in such lewd and
dirty positions and actions, for so long, before so
many people, that she'd grown used to it. All that
mattered was the pleasure, and the feel ofJennifer's
shaved pussy against her own was so wonderful that
even if she didn't have the big cock in her she was
sure she would come.
As it was she certainly didn't have to fake the
pleasure she felt, or the orgasms that quickhr rolied
over her. When Jennifer began siapping her cunt
against Amy, and Amy responded, the pleasllre
rocketed upwards and nearly blew the top of her
head off.
After that she was placed on all fours and fucked
again and again. At the same time men knelt in
front of her and shoved their cocks into her mouth.
She sucked inexpertly at tirst, but soon got the hang
of what they wanted.
When one of them shoved his cock right down
her throat she was so shocked that she tried to resist
and pull away. The man behind her had immediately
grabbed her wrists and pulled them straight back
along her body, not even interrupting his steady
fucking.
She was able to do nothing at all then as the
man in front of her had pumped his cock inside her
throat.
After the second man had fucked her throat,
though, she had gotten used to even that, and the
next three men to fuck her throat found no resis-
tance.


.........


Meghan slid her hands up and down her body as
the music blasted from the speakers behind her.
She swung her hips and let her body undulate as
the men in the audience yelled out obscenitiesi
She stuck her tongue out tauntingly, then twirled
and wagged her ass at them. She undid the tig4lt
top she wore, then shrugged it off and covered her
breasts with her arms. She tumed around then,
swinging her hips as she moved across the stage,
gradually revealing more and more of her breasts.
She twirled and slid her anns up above her head,
so that when she came around again to face them
her breasts were bare, hard and sticking out tight
and firnl. She slid her hands behind her head,
smiling seductively as her hips shook and her breasts
wobbled.
This was her third show and she had the routine
down pat by now. She was hardly even embartassed,
havins little, if any pride left. The hardest part
about putting on the act was the smiling and acting.
iike she was excited and having fun.
She lifted her skirt and wagged her ass,
peeled it off and tossed it behind her. She danced
across the stage wearing only high heels and a G-
string, bending way over right at the edge of the
stage, showing them her round ass cheeks, and even
letting some of them reach of and squeeze her Bss
and pussy.
She danced to the middle of the stage and bent
over, then peeled the GÅ~string down and off. Now
naked, she continued to dance, to shake her tits,
to bend over and show her pussy at them. She stuck
her hands between her thighs and put her fingers
in her pussy crack, then peeled it open to show
them her pink cunt flesh.
She went to the edge of the stage and squatted
there, smiling as the men reached up and grabbed
at her pussy. She sat, then lay back and spread her
legs wide apart, letting them grab her cunt, letting
them jam their fingers into her slit as they foughc
each other for better gositions.
She brought her legs back against her chest and
started rocking back and forth, then rolled com-
pletely over and stood up.
That was the end of the stripping part of the
show. The audience yelled in anticipation as two
large muscular black men padded out onto the stage
from opposite ends. They came up to Meghan from
either end, then squeezed her berween them.
They were both naked, their big cocks hanging
down beneath their bushy cunt hair. Meghan slid
down to her knees as they moved to stand side by
side, then she slipped her mouth over one of the
cocks, grabbing the other with her hand and
squeezing it.
She sucked one cock, then transferred her mouth
to the other. She fisted both cocks, pumping her
hands on them as they hardened, rubbing them all
over her face as the men in the audience howled
in delight and demanded more. They called out
happily.
"Fuck the little slut!"
"Fuck her asshole!"
"Ream out that ass, boy!"
"Tear that cunt open!"
"Shove it down the whore's throat, ya nigger!"
She tried to tune their shouts out, since they
were so...so mean, so nasty and violent. She
couldn't understand how these men, most of whom
probably had wives and daughters at home, could'
Want to watch these big muscuiar guys rape her
asshole and throat. Oh, maybe they thought she
liked it, but why would they!
Of course the bar would obiige. It always did. As
the cocks hardened one of the black guys took hold
of her hair and then eased down onto his knees,
forcing her to bend over. The other guy eased down
behind her.
She was sideways to the audience, so they could
watch as the guy in front forced her head back and
then slid the whole long length of his cock down
her throat. There was a burst of applause as his balls
pressed up against her chin and her nose was crushed
against his lower belly, then another burst of
applause as the guy behind rammed his cock down
her cunt slit.
The two then fucked her slowly, so the audience
could see their cocks working; Gradually they guilt
up speed until they were pounding it to her in furious
pistoning movements that made their cocks rip back
and forth in her cunt and throat.
They stopped then. The guy behind pulled out
and stood up. The guy in front stood up, keeping
her face pressed against his groin. He held her there
by the hair for a few seconds, then slid his cock
out too. He dragged her to her feet by the hair,
then roughly bent her over.
The guy behind spread her legs wide and angled
her ass towards the audience, then fitted his cock
against her asshole. He forced the head through
her sphincter, then ease'd the rest up into:her.
The men in the audience clappedl and hooted as
ten inches of black cock were iammed up Meghan's
asshole.
The guy in front let go of her hair and the guy
behind grabbed it, pulling her erect, pulling her
right back against him so her buttocks were jammed
against his hips and his cock was firmly lodged deep
in her asshole. Me mashed her breasts and bit down
on the side of her throat as the other guy moved
forward.
He gripped her left leg, the one close to the
audience, and lifted it up..,up.,.up, jamming it
straight back so that her ankle was up next to her
head and the audience could see her cunt slit. He
fit his cock against it and thrust up hard enough to
jerk her off her foot.
The audience yelled and applauded again as the
man buried his cock inside her. She felt her guts
cramp around the two long hard cylinders of man
meat, felt her insides chum and squinn as the cocks
began to pump inside her.
They fucked her for a long minute, sucking on
her throat, mashing her breasts, grunting loudly as
they spiked their cocks up into her belly.
The a third man came out, another muscular
black man. He came up to them and the two with
her pulled back. She was shoved down onto her
back, then rolled onto her side, facing the audience.
Her upper leg was shcrved way back and two of them
knelt there, one shoving his cock into her pussy,
the other into her asshdle.
Her head was pulled back and the third guy
shoved his cock down her throat. Again they fucked
her for a minute, and then a fourth guy padded out
onto the stage.
The audience loved this, and howled in glee as
the fourth guy knelt at her chest and grabbed her
tits, then mashed them around his cock as he started
pumping.
A fifth guy walked outi then a sixth.
The audience yelled in delight.
The six muscular black guys hauled Meghan aloft
by her ankles. One of them lay on his back directly
under her, then her head was tilted back and her
mouth slid down over his cock. A black guy knelt
in front of her and mashed her tits around his cock.
He had to tilt way over to one side so the guy
standing above him could jam his cock down into
her pussy.
A fourth guy shoved his cock down her asshole,
and then her arms were pulled up and apat and
cocks were placed in her hands. She pumped them
as the other four fucked her.
One by one the guys came, tirst the guy in her
pussy blew his wad. The guy fucking her tits stood
up and took his place. The guy in her asshoie came,
and one of the guys she was giving a hand job to
moved over and shoved his cock down her rectum.
The guy in her mouth came, then the guy in her
pussy.
Finally there was just one guy left. She lay on
her belly on the stage, legs wide, wide apart, as the
guy pounded his cock dawn her asshole. When he
came he padded off with the rest and she slowly
and weakly rolled over, legs. splayed, anns above
her, giving the perfect image ofbeing totally fucked
out.
It was at this stage that the girl crawledout. She
was already naked and crawled like a cat across to
where she lay. Meghan didn't even look at her. Her
head was flat, her eyes closed, her chest heaving as
she recovered from the hard fucking.
The girl crawled in between her legs and began
to suck on her pussy. Meghan groaned and arched
her back dramatically, her hands sliding down onto
her tits to squeeze them, then sliding down onto
the girl's head as the girl sucked her clit,
The girl shoved her thumbs up into Meghan's slit
and pulled it wide so she could shove her tongue
deep, then slurped out the hot cum juice the men
had iust left. she easedÅ~around so her knees were,
over Meghan's face, then eased down. Meghan
reached up and took her ass then began to tonguing
the girl's slit.
The audience yelled out insults, calling them
whores and dykes and faggots, but they loved watch-
ing.
After a few minutes of the sixtynine, they were
supposed to roll apart, then crawl together and start
kissing and hugging and rubbing their breasts
together. Then the other girl would produce a strap-
on dildo and fuck Meghan's asshole.
The time came and they rolled away, they got
to all fours, and then up onto their knees, coming
together. It was then that Meghan got her first good
look at the other girl. She was a beautiful blonde
wieh waist length curly hair and big tits.
It was Amy.
Meghan stared at her in shock, unable to move.
Amy, who had never been given her glasses back,
and who could see nothing clearly beyond a couple
of feet, squinted at Meghan in wonder.
"Meghan!" she gasped.
"Amy!!"
They stared at each other with open mduths,
then Amy threw her arms around her sister and
hugged her tightly. Meghan hugged her back, but
felt a profound discomfort at the way their breasts
were mashed together. She had fucked a lot of girls
in the past week.. but this was Amy!
She realized then that they had been licking and
sucking on each other's pussies, and felt almost sick
at the realization.
"Are you all right!" she asked awkwardly.
"Oh, Meghan. I'm so happy to see you again!"
Amy cried.
Then she tumed to gaze into the audience. She
couldn't see them, but she could hear their unhappy
yells and cries.
"We better keep on working," Amy said. "Other-
wise they'll be really pissed at us."
Meghan wanted to say no way, but she'd gotten
another taste of the cane when she'd first refused
to suck a man's asshole, and then had been strung
up by the wrists and been whipped with a riding
crop when she'd refused to work at the snip show.
So when Amy began to squeeze her ass.and
pressed her lips against Meghan's, she didn't pull
away. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies
as they ground together, then Amy pulled back,
smiling happily, and picked up the strapcon dildo
she'd brought.
Meghan felt a burst of rebellion at the idea of
letting her little sister sodomize her, but was too
frightened to let it change her act. She watched as
Amy donned the gear, then tumed and bent over.
She felt Amy's hands on her ass, then sliding up
and down her pussy slit. She felt the round nose of
the rubber cock pierce her cunt lips, then slide up
inside her. Amy pumped the cock back and forth
inside her steadily for a minute, then pulled it out
and pressed it against her asshole.
Meghan grunted as the dildo slid into her ass
tube, shuddering as it sank deep. Amy slid her hands
up and down her body, squeezing her breasts, then
sliding under her and stroking her clitty.
Amy fucked her with faster and faster suokes,
gasping and crying in pleasure, which Meghan
thought sounded awfully real. She herself iust
grunted and moaned as the big dildo rutted up' her
anal tube.
After fucking her for a minute Amy pulled back.
There were two long double headed dlldos on the
stage and she and Meghan each took one. Meghan
slid hers up into her asshole while Amy fined hers
against her bald cunt crack and jammed it up inside.
Then the two knelt on all fours and-backed
against each other, manoeuvring carefully so that
the other end of Amy's dildo slid into Meghan)s
pussy and. the other head of Meghan's dildo went
into Amy's asshole. They swallowed both dildos and
slapped their tight round asses together as the men
howled in glee.
That was the end of the performance. The two
of them walked backstage and then went to the
shower there and quickly washed up. There was no
real chance to talk as they cleaned off, then rushed
to the little rooms set in the back.
Therp they waited as a succession of men came
and visited them. Each had about twenty customers
over the next few of hours, then were driven back
to the county jail, along with the other girls, in
the back of a van.
"Amy," Meghan smiled sadly. "How have you
been!"
"I'm fine," Amy smiled. "It took a little getting
used to, but I'm okay now."
"Okay!"
"Well, I miss mom and dad," she sighed. "But
things aren't bad here. In fact, in some ways things
are a lot better. I get to fuck a lot, and that's great; "
"Great!" Meghan stared in shock.
"Yeah. "
"How can it be great! Amy we're being forced to
work as strippers and a prostitutes!"
"Well...yeah, that's true," Amy shrugged.,
"But...well, it's kind of...okay. I mean, well, I come
a lot."
"You what!"
"I come a lot," Amy said, blushing a little.
"Are you trying to tell rne you enjoy being neated
as a filthy whore! That you like men slapping you
around and raping your asshole!"
"I'm sorry," Amy sighed.
"You're sorry! You're sorry!!"
"I guess I'm a slut or something, Maybe I'm sick."
"I'll say!"
"But we're going to be fucked anyway, Meghan.
Hating it isn't going to make it stop, Relax and
enjoy it."
"I don't want to enjoy it!" Meghan hissed.
"Then you'll be miserable every day for the rest
of your life,"
"At least I'm not a whore!"
"Better to be a happy whore than a miserable
rape victim. I'm getting fucked a lot, Meg, and
since my attitude changed I'm getting off on it. I'm
not saying it's the best life in the world, but I can
accept it, and so can you."
"Well, I can't," Meghan snapped:
"Then I feel sorry for you. Look, Meg, if you
were doing this by choice, if you had all these guys
eager to fuck you, you'd be delirious. Try and pretend
you want this and you'll be a lot happier."
They were separated at the jail, and Meghan went
to her room and had a shower, then she stood in
front of the mirror for a while thinking about what
Amy had said. She had often dreamed about
unlimited cocks, about having as much sex as she
could ever want, and now she had it. So why was
she so miserable!
True, she was being held against her will,.but
that didn't change the fact that the fantasies she'd
hacl only a week ago, fantasies about being raped
senseless by guy after guy...was now a reality.
The next day, as the warden fudked her, she came
for the first time since her imprisonment. She came
again as one of the: guards fucked her, then came
again during her stage show, and threemore times
as she was fucked by customers.
The day after that she came even more often. As
her mental inhibitions melted and her anger faded,
as her defiance disappeared and she besan to accept
the life thrust upon her, she began to revel inthe
hot, lewd, camal actions she took Part in, Coming
wildly without any acting, coming repeatedlly, wetly,
shrieking with delight as cacks pounded her pussy
and asshole.
As Amy said, it wasn't the life she would have
chosen, but on the other hand, having an endless
supply of cock made up for a lot.

THE END

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