Cheryl was a solicitor by trade, not the best in the business but she was still young, and had worked hard to get her junior partnership. Recently the long hours and 7 day weeks had taken their toll and she had become increasingly snappy. Finally her boss John Grebowski had called her in to his office and suggested this break. It had been a solid week since then but she couldnât remember feeling so alive. With a chuckle she pressed down on the accelerator and let her car speed pick up speed. Suddenly her peace was shattered as she heard the wail of a siren; she glanced in the rear view and saw the flashing lights of a motorcycle cop behind her. âDammitâ she cursed. Trust her luck to have her speed past the only hick cop in 30 miles. The cop pulled up alongside her and motioned to the side of the road. Cheryl complied and pulled up on the shoulder of the secluded road. âGood morning, Missâ. âWere you aware that you were doing 40 over the limit?â âSorry officerâ, Cheryl replied. âI didnât see any restriction signsâ. âNone the less your were speeding Miss, may I see your license pleaseâ Cheryl took the License from her glove box and handed it to the officer. Although the cop had mirror shades on Cheryl was sure he was getting an eyeful of her impressive cleavage. She self-consciously did up the top buttons of her shirt. âI will have to ask you to come down to the stationâ the cop instructed her. Couldnât you just issue me with a ticket, officer?â âIn the city you folks may have so many law-breakers that you can afford to wave people on, but down here we do things differentlyâ the cop said. Cheryl wanted to bang her fists on the dash in frustration, but there was no sense in upsetting the local police. âOk officer, lead onâ The policeman started his Motorcycle and Cheryl obediently followed on, being careful not to break any other traffic laws on the way. After 18 minutes they came to a small pleasant little western town. The streets seemed strangely empty as they drove past the pristine houses with their manicured lawns. Eventually they pulled up outside a white brick building with Police painted in gold on the windows. The cop motioned for her to turn off the engine and follow him. The police station was really just one open room with a couple of offices in one corner, and stairs which she assumed led to the cells. A large desk was placed at one end of this room at which sat an obese, sweaty man she assumed was the sheriff. âThis is the speeder I reported Sheriffâ, the motorcycle cop reported, as he removed his helmet and sunglasses. âThanks Bob, you can go fetch the others nowâ Bob went to the main door and carefully closed in behind him. The sheriff was a middle-aged man with an expanding waistline and receding hair. The look he gave Cheryl was one of pure contempt. âMay I see your documents?â, he said with no trace of emotion in his voice. Cheryl handed over her license and documents. âI am really sorry about all thisâ, she said. âI didnât know I was speedingâ With speed surprised for a man of his size the sheriff shot out of his seat and slapped Cheryl across the face. âIn my town you speak when I ask you to, and not before, he spat. âDo you understand?â Tears started to well in Cherylâs eyes. âI understandâ Again the sheriff slapped her. âI understand, Sirâ, he barked. The tears now started to roll down Cherylâs cheeks. What had she got herself into? âI understand, Sirâ, she sobbed. The main door opened and Bob came back in along with another 12 men. They were of varying ages ranging from 18 to 70 by the look of them. A couple of them were in police uniforms. Each took a chair and placed them in a rough semi-circle around the Sheriff and Cheryl. The Sheriff looked at each of them in turn and smiled. âNow the town elders are here we can begin.â The Sheriff said with a hint of a smile. The sheriff sat back into his chair and began to leaf through the documents. âSeems we have ourselves a solicitorâ. âIsnât that right Miss Reilly?â âYesâ sobbed Cheryl. âWell round here we make our own laws missy, and we donât like big city types endangering our kids with their fast carsâ. âI think a night in the cells might teach you a lesson.â he said smugly. âDo the elders agree?â He asked the assembled townsmen. The elders nodded their agreement. âThe cells, gasped Cheryl. âFor a simple speeding offence!â The Sheriff stood and slapped her again. âNo talking until told toâ, he snapped. âRound here we feel that fines donât teach people a lesson, so you will spend a night in our cellsâ. âNow I will document your belongings so that no-one can claim anything of yours went missingâ. Cheryl heard a stifled snicker from behind her and she felt fear begin to build in her stomach. âPlace the contents of your pockets on the desk missyâ. The Sheriff motioned to a spot on the desk before him. Cheryl took her car keys and pocketbook from the pockets of her blue denim jeans and placed them on the desk. The Sheriff tipped the contents of the pocket book onto the desk and began to note the contents on a form he attached to his clipboard. âNow place your hands three feet apart on my desk hands down and part your legsâ Cheryl made to protest put she saw the Sheriff begin to rise from his chair again and knew she had no choice. Cheryl placed her hands on the desk and spread her legs open. The motorcycle cop moved behind her and began to pat her down. âMake sure you check her thoroughly Bobâ, a voice from behind called out. The snickers from the audience were cut short as the Sheriff glared at them. Bob moved his hands slowly up each leg squeezing her flesh gently as he did. As he reached her buttocks bob spread out his fingers and began to massage her buttocks, then with a deliberate slowness he moved his right hand down and between her legs. She went to protest to the Sheriff, but when she looked into his eyes she could see that he was perfectly aware of what Bob was doing. Although the denim removed much of the sensation Cheryl realised with horror that her body was responding and she was starting to get moist. Quickly she tried to think of anything that would stop her getting aroused while Bob massage her pussy through her jeans. âStand up straight and put your hands behind your headâ, the Sheriff ordered.
Cheryl complied with relief, as Bobs hand was removed from her pussy. Bob began to run his hands over her back and stomach, then with a smirk on his face he cupped her full breasts from behind and began to squeeze them gently. As he pressed up against her she realised with horror that Bob had got a full boner, and was pressing it into her. âOkay thatâs enough Bobâ, the Sheriff said. Cherylâs stood trembling, dreading the next words the Sheriff was going to say. The horror of the situation hit her with his next sentence. âOkay Miss Reilly remove your shirtâ This couldnât be happening she thought, but she knew she had no choice but to obey and hope that tomorrow she would be far away from this hell hole. Hands trembling she pulled her denim shirt from out of her jeans and began to slowly undo her buttons. When all were undone she dropped her hands to her side and began to sob. âI told you to remove your shirt not unbutton it!â screamed the Sheriff. âDo you understand that you have no choice here?â âI understandâ, sobbed Cheryl. Tears began to drip from her eyes onto her shirt, leaving dark stains. The sheriff stood and slapped her. âI understand, Sirâ, he bellowed at her. âI understand, Sirâ, Cheryl said through sobs. She brought her shaking hands up to the front of her blouse and slowly opened it up. When her shirt was off her shoulders, she dropped her arms to her sides and it fall to the floor. Cheryl had chosen a white lace bra, this morning, to make her feel sexier. Her dark pink nipples were clearly visible through the lace cups. âTurn around and pick up your shirtâ Cheryl obediently turned around and saw the open lust in the eyes of the dozen observers. Quickly she picked up the shirt and handed it to the sheriff. âNow remove your sneakers and socksâ Without pause Cheryl did so and handed them to the Sheriff. He made a show of inspecting them then made a note on his paperwork. âNow step out of your jeans and this time hand them to meâ With her hands shaking visibly now, Cheryl slowly undid each button. She then moved her hands round to her side and began to ease her jeans down. As her jeans cleared her butt she heard several wolf-whistles from behind her, then someone murmured a comment that started a round of unsavoury laughter. Carefully she stepped out of her jeans and handed them over. Her g string was white lace and although she kept her bikini line waxed she had tried to keep a good natural growth between her legs. Through the thin material her dark bush was clearly visible, and the tiny string at the back only enhanced her smooth, heart shaped ass. âNow remove the braâ. Cheryl would not strip in front of these men, she decided, she had to try and enforce her rights. âI insist on being searched by a female officer, and I want my phone callâ, she demanded. âI will not submit to this any further till thenâ. The Sheriffs face grew red with anger and he slowly rose from his seat. Fists clenched he made his way round to the front of the desk and roughly spun Cheryl around to face him. âYou have no rights in this town, no woman does. Now take off your braâ. Flecks of spittle hit her face as the sheriff forced his words from between clenched teeth. âI will not co-operate any further until I get my callâ, Cheryl insisted. âBob, Clancy, take her arms.â The two burly policemen grabbed her, each one taking her by the wrist then looping his free arms under her armpits. With a motion they lifted her onto tip-toe. âNote in your report gentlemen that the prisoner refused to co-operate, and I was forced to remove her undergarments myselfâ, the Sheriff said to the elders. Laughter greeted this statement, and Cheryl saw the anticipation on every face. With deliberate slowness the Sheriff removed his eight inch hunting knife from its sheath. Cherylâs heart started to pound faster as the Sheriff brought the blade up to her throat. He then moved the blade up her neck, forcing her to lift her chin up high. âNow you will be very still Miss Reilly, I wouldnât want to cut youâ. Trembling, Cheryl nodded her agreement. He ran the knife down to her right shoulder and hooked the point under the strap, with a flick of his wrist, he cut the strap. He then moved the blade across her body and repeated the motion on the other side. Cheryl suppressed a shudder as the cold metal of the blade was slipped between her breasts. The Sheriff turned the blade outward and cut the bra loose. There were cheers from the seated men as her breasts were exposed, revealing her stiff nipples. âLooks like sheâs pleased to see youâ, joked Bob. The Sheriff smiled then drew the knife down Cherylâs body to her g-string. With two quick movements he cut the sides and ripped the g-string off. âWell, wellâ, the Sheriff said rubbing the material of her damp g-string between his fingers. âSeems missy here is pleased to see me.â He said with a smile. He brought the g-string to his face and took a long sniff. âYou getting all hot being stripped for us missy?â âYou want to be fucked by me. âNoâ, said Cheryl ânot this, pleaseâ. âI think you want something special from us missy,â the Sheriff sneered. Without warning he put his fat hand between her legs and slid two fingers between the swollen lips of her pussy. With an audible squelching sound he began to stroke her clit. âOh yeah this bitch is hot for usâ, he said as he withdrew his fingers. Cheryl lifted her head as the Sheriff placed his wet fingers under her nose. âNow thatâs the smell of a willing pussy Miss Reilly. With a chuckle the Sheriff wiped his wingers over her lips smearing them with her own juices. âBastardâ, Cheryl snarled. The Sheriffâs laugh was cut short as she spat in his eye. âBitch, screamed the Sheriff âseems to me that you need a lesson in good mannersâ. He undid his belt, took the buckle in his hand and wrapped the strap around his fist 3 times.
âBend her over the table boysâ The two policemen turned Cheryl round and forced her face down on the table. They then stretched her lengthways across the desk, one holding her wrists, the other her ankles. She tried to struggle but they had her pinned. Cheryl winced as the Sheriff placed the belt lengthways on her back and slowly began to draw it down. Suddenly he whipped the belt back and brought it down across her naked buttocks. The Sheriff was hitting just hard enough to be painful, but not hard enough to leave a permanent mark. Cheryl screamed in pain as the blows rained down on her back, buttocks and thighs. After several minutes the whipping finally stopped. âYou going to obey now miss clever-mouthâ, snarled the Sheriff âYes, anything you wantâ she sobbed. âTurn her around boysâ Cheryl was turned face up and turned so she lay across the width of the desk. Her legs were spread open and held by Clancy and Bob. The sheriff leaned over her lowered his mouth onto her right breast. Cheryl suppressed the feeling of revulsion as he began to suck on her tits with his vile, sweaty mouth. âTell us what her pussy tastes like Sheriff!â a voice from the semi-circle shouted. âOk boys, but only because itâs my duty to obey the eldersâ, the Sheriff joked. With his fat fingers he roughly spread her pussy open and began to lap at her clit. âMmmmm, that sure is some fine tasting pussyâ, now to see if itâs nice and tight. Cheryl tried to struggle as the Sheriff removed his clothes, but there was no escape for her. The Sheriff stood there naked his fat hung down in folds and his erect cock pressed against his stomach. His thick chest and shoulder hair was stuck to him with sweat. The smell of his body odour rolled over her and threatened to make her retch. He then placed his left hand on her thigh and with his right hand he guided his cock into her wet pussy. Without warning the Sheriff rammed his cock into her and began to slam his member into her. Cheryl could not help but moan in pain. âSee boys, the bitch loves itâ The Sheriff continued to pound into her, each thrust making a loud wet slap as his body-fat smacked against her wet crotch. As suddenly as he began, the Sheriff pulled out his still stiff cock. âTurn her over boys, and secure her properlyâ. Cheryl was turned onto her stomach, her legs were then opened and each ankle was handcuffed to a separate leg of the table. Her arms were then hung over the other side of the desk and her wrists were cuffed to the handles on the desk drawers. âClancy open that drawer and bring me the contentsâ, the Sheriff ordered. Cheryl watched with ever growing apprehension as Clancy removed a tube of petroleum jelly from the drawer and handed it behind her. The Sheriff squirted some lubricant onto his fingers and eased them into her anus, moving them deep in to make sure she was well lubricated. Then he placed on hand on each buttock and pulled them apart. âNooooooooâ, Cheryl screamed as his fat cock was driven into her. Her ass was red raw from the whipping and waves of agony ripped through her with each thrust. âSounds like missy here is an anal virginâ the Sheriff laughed. âDonât worry honey, youâll be used to it by the time weâve finished with you.â He thrust deep into her and Cheryl was sure that he was going to tear her open with the force he was using. After a few minutes of this agony the Sheriff removed his cock from her, and walked around to the front of the desk. âNow missy will you use that mouth for something other than answering back?â Tears running down her face Cheryl opened her mouth and began to lick the head of his cock. âThatâs a good girl, see how easy life is for those who obey?â The Sheriff grabbed her hair with his left hand and placed the other under her chin, forcing her mouth wide. He placed his cock in her mouth and began to fuck her mouth. âLets feel some sucking down there missyâ, he demanded. âOhhh yeahâ, he moaned as Cheryl complied. Cheryl felt someone slip his cock into her wet slit from behind. She didnât know who it was and she was past caring now. The minutes dragged on as she was fucked in the mouth and pussy. Suddenly she was choking as the Sheriff blew his load into her mouth. âSwallow every last drop, if any goes on the floor or you will get another whippingâ. While the unknown figure was still fucking her pussy she swallowed, and began to lick the sheriffs cock clean of cum. Her unknown assailant pumped faster and harder. In spite of herself she was going to cum, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her whole body went taut as the orgasm surged through her. Only dimly aware now, she felt warm liquid spattering onto her back as the unknown figure shot his load over her ass and back. âShould have saved it for her mouth Bobâ, the Sheriff joked. âDonât worry I have plenty leftâ said Bob as he eased her buttocks apart and slid his now re-stiffening member into her anus. Bleary eyed, Cheryl looked up to see an elderly man standing in front of her, his erection in his hand. She knew then that all fourteen men would rape her before the night was out. With resignation she opened her mouth and began to suck on the old mans cock. Hours later, after each man had fucked her pussy, ass, and mouth, Cheryl lay quietly on the table. Her hair was matted with semen and her body was covered in bites, scratches, and glistening trails of cum. âNow youâve learned to behave yourself missy I think you can be un-cuffedâ. âYou will be good wonât you?â Cheryl nodded her head feebly, âyes sirâ she whispered. After she was free the Sheriff handed her a bucket and cloth. âI want every drop of cum cleaned off this desk and floorâ. âOnce you have done that you can go to the cells and shower, I want you to look your best for tomorrowâ âI donât understandâ, she sobbed. âYou refused the instructions of a law officer Cheryl, and that has to be punishedâ. âTomorrow you go before the judge to decide your fateâ said the Sheriff. âLooks like you will be staying in our little town for the foreseeable futureâ. As Cheryl broke down in tears the Sheriff turned his back and walked away, his laughter echoing in her ears. To be continuedâŠ..
