County Jail - Excerpt

Emily was stopped by the Sheriff, the red lights suddenly appearing behind her. Emily was shocked and looked down at the speedometer, positive she wasn't speeding, thinking it was some kind of check only.

"Is there a problem Officer?" Emily didn't even look into his eyes, staring down as she said it. Her heart raced rapidly as she held her breath in hopes it was nothing more than a traffic check. Emily had always been one to follow the rules. She never strayed into danger or rebelliousness. It was those traits that held her as an honor student.

"You were doing 65 in a 25 mile zone Miss?" The Sheriff eyed her legs, a short skirt leaving enough to stir his cock to erection. Young girls wore such nice clothes nowadays, even the plaid Catholic school girl skirt, all of them short, enticing men, this one no exception. She was a little plainer than the others, not much makeup that he could see, though she hung her head as if she didn't want him to see her face. Maybe she was on drugs.

She knew she was doing sixty five, the speedometer verified it when she looked down. But she never realized the speed limit was 25, the stretch of road desolate. "Twenty five?" She questioned.

"Yes Ma'am that is what the sign said about a mile back. Clear and visible." He knew he lied. The infamous sign he spoke of was barely visible through the dense brush. She didn't respond or look up. "Would you mind stepping out of the car?"

She looked up at him behind the dark sunglasses, not sure why he wanted her out of the car. His eyes bore through her and scared Emily with the intensity of the look. He was slightly overweight, dressed in a police uniform that hung from his body, sweat drenched the armpits. She opened the door, the Sheriff moved back to let her out. His eyes stared at her as she slipped out of the car. She turned red when she looked down, seeing her skirt riding high up her legs, as they were parted, sure that he caught a glimpse between her legs.

"Take off your sunglasses," he ordered her, watching as she quickly took them off. His hand pulled her chin up so he could look in her eyes. She trembled slightly and he loved her reaction. Staring intently, her eyes looked like a doe caught in the crosshairs of a hunter, wide open, scared. He liked that, sure that she would be amicable to whatever he required of her. He decided to see how far she would go. He spun her around, slipped the handcuffs from his belt and slapped them on her wrists before she even knew what was going on.

"WWWWhhat!" Her body was manhandled harshly by the Sheriff as she turned, her arms tight behind her, the cold metal of the handcuffs slapped on her wrists, the sharp click of them closing almost making her pee in her pants in fear. He swung her around until she faced him again. Emily was scared, as her arms secured behind her back began to ache. She tugged on the cuffs, finding them tight as the metal dug into her slim wrists.

"I'm going to have to take you in. You look like you might be on drugs. We'll test you, if you pass, you'll just have to take care of the speeding ticket and you'll be free to go." He let it sink in.

"I don't do drugs," she pleaded with the Sheriff.

"Then you wouldn't have a problem with the drug test." He shoved her over to his car, and pushed her against the hood as his hand on her back forced her down onto the car. His eyes gazed at her cute ass as she bent over and the short skirt rode higher up her legs. "You hold real still now. I've got to check you for weapons. You'd be surprised what girls hide in their body."

Her breasts were pushed into the hot metal of the hood as his powerful hand pushed down on her back. His hand slid down her back, and Emily shivered when it continued to rub over her backside, not making any attempt to hide his intentions. No one had ever touched her like he was doing, but she could only tremble in fear.

"Nice little ass on you," his cock rose, rock hard as he enjoyed the way she squirmed when his hand touched her ass. "Hold real still now," he warned her in a gruff voice. His hand slid up under her skirt, finding her naked skin so smooth and slick. His hand slid up between her legs, cupping her pussy before she could even fathom what he was doing to her.

"AAAGG, NNNO!" She stood up on her toes. The Sheriff's hand between her legs forced her to spread her legs, allowing his hand to slide beneath her skirt so quickly it took her breath away. His fingers were moving, sliding between her legs and pushed her panties between her lips.

He found her slit, his stout finger pushed her panties between the fat lips, as she struggled. Standing on her toes to escape his touch, the Sheriff moved his hand higher, moving up and down, following her every movement. His finger felt the pulsated heat of her hot, humid pussy. "Damn, hot little pussy." He didn't want to waste his time out here, he wanted her in a cell so he could savor her humiliation. He dragged her over to the back door of the car.

She was thrown into the back seat of the police car, relieved at least that the Sheriff was no longer touching her. The Sheriff, whistling as though he didn't even touch her, got into the front seat of the police car. She could smell urine in the back seat, sure that some drunk had peed in it not long ago.

The Sheriff looked into the rear view mirror as he caught the look of disbelief and shame on her face. He turned around to look at her. "Put a leg on each side of the hump in the center. I wouldn't want you to fall and hurt yourself." She didn't move right away when he said it. He might as well begin her training and humiliation early. "NOW!"

She scrambled to obey him, his voice loud and demanding. She swung one leg over the large hump in the floor, her short skirt riding up high, the handcuffs didn't allow her to do anything as the skirt left a wide expanse of naked leg revealed to his leering eyes.

The Sheriff peered down between her legs, her white panties clearly visible. "I like that," a big grin on his face, his cock pushed out his pants. He turned around, putting the car into gear. "Damn, hot, tight pussy.

She couldn't do anything but let him stare up her skirt, ashamed at how he made her display herself for him. He finally turned around, gunning the police car, Emily watched as her car disappeared from sight.

* * * * *

The girls looked up when the outer cell door opened. Heather more than the others, fearing another rape by the Deputy. This time it was the Sheriff who entered, his pot belly hung over his gun belt, his slightly receding hairline reflected his fifty years of bodily neglect. He walked over to Emily's cell, the key clanged in the lock before the door creaked open ominously.

Emily was afraid, she had seen what the Deputy had done to Heather, and feared the Sheriff would submit her to the same. He had already taken such liberties with her body, much more than any male had ever done before. She hung her head down, in hopes that if she couldn't see him he would go away.

"Stand up," the Sheriff's voice booming in the cramped cell. The girl on the cot was small, not more than five feet, two inches, small breasts hidden by the baggy sweater she was wearing, with mousey brown hair that hung down to her shoulders. She stood up, the Sheriff able to check her out better. She refused to look at him, as she stared at her feet. He moved closer, his hand hooked under her chin to raise her face up. Her eyes stared back at him finally. She was prettier than he thought, though the lack of make up failed to enhance the beauty she had. He twisted her around, checking out her ass again. "You gonna be a good girl?" He grabbed her arm, his fingers dug into her flesh, seeing her cringe in pain.

"Yes Sir," she shot back in quickly, her voice so meek. "Please, you're hurting me," she begged.

"You do what you're told and you wouldn't get hurt. You disobey and you'll regret it. Now move." He shoved her out the cell.

She was led out of the block of cells, the door closed behind her as she walked down a hall. The Sheriff opened up the door to a room and she heard voices inside. She peered in, four faces looked at her, the Sheriff suddenly pushed her inside. They were all older men, two of them dressed in suits and ties, the other two in jeans.

"This is Emily. She is one of lawbreakers that thought she could flounce our laws. And to make it worse, she doesn't have the means to pay her bail. I thought she might be able to persuade our local townsfolk to forgive some of her bail." He smiled at her slyly. "Emily, this is our Bank President, our General Store owner, and two of our prominent local farmers." All the men looked at the girl trembling before them, all had a hard on that she would have to take care of before she was allowed to go back to her cell.

Emily was afraid of what the men were going to do to her. The five men looked at her as a pack of lions about to devour his prey. . Would they rape her like the Deputy did to Heather? She had never seen a penis before she saw the Deputy's. She was unable to take her eyes off of him as he shoved it in and out of Heather, ashamed at herself for being such a voyeur. She wasn't a virgin, but not because she was with a boy. She had accidentally busted her hymen with a large cucumber while masturbating. It was one of the advantages of growing up on a farm; there was a wide selection of fake dildo's growing on the vines outside. When the Deputy started raping Heather, she was amazed by his penis, watching it grow as he stroked it and than brutally shoved it inside Heather. Emily was enthralled by her screams as he fucked her and finally came inside her, his seed running down her thighs when he got off of her.

The Sheriff pushed Emily to the center of the room, the men got up and gathered around her. The Sheriff let his hand slide down to the front of his pants. Emily's eyes followed as he casually stroked his cock, and it bulged out his pants, eager to get out. "Kneel down," the Sheriff commanded as he pushed down on her shoulders. He didn't give her time to respond, his strength overpowered her slight frame.

They started to press close to Emily, five grown men, all with lust in their eyes. What were they going to do to her? The Sheriff openly stroked his penis through his pants. Emily was ashamed that she was still watching him. What was wrong with her? She heard his order, his hands pushed hard on her shoulders until she almost collapsed onto the floor onto her knees. She could feel the men push in closer until she felt the unmistakable presence of hard penis's rubbing against her. She was trapped on all sides by the men with hard organs. No, they couldn't expect her to do such a thing. Maybe they would just make her stroke their penis. She could never take one of their filthy organs in her mouth. It was unthinkable. Their hips became more urgent, as they rubbed their organs against her face. Emily was thankful that they were dressed, even though the material of the pants was rough on the sensitive skin of her face.

The men began to undress as they let their pants slip down their legs, their cocks strained their shorts. They pushed in closer to the young girl that trembled on the floor between them, each pushed their way to get closer to her face. They began to hump her face, rub up and down with their cocks, as their cocks jerked in pleasure.

They took off their pants in front of her. Emily hung her head in shame, closed her eyes and refused to accept the situation until she felt them. Five, hard penis's slid along her face. It was only their thin shorts that protected her from touching their naked flesh. Each pushed to get closer to her, Emily moving her head to escape one, but into the clutches of another as they pinned her between them. The smell was terrible, five filthy organs rubbed her face, their hips drove it up and down her skin, the organs jerked in pleasure beneath their shorts.

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