Playing With Laurie And Ann

by Michael Hunt

  "Aw'right... git in that cell yonder... I reckon' you ain't got no more drugs on 'ya!" He was grinning broadly, a smirking look of utter conquest on his puffy, nicotine-stained lips. Laurie and Ann grabbed up their clothes and hurried into the damp, foul-smelling cell before the sheriff thought of some added humiliation to heap on them. Laurie was still crying when the door slammed shut and Sheriff Potter went back into his office.

  "Take it easy, girl," Ann whispered. "I think we've been through the worst!"

  CHAPTER SIX

  The two girls, alone and frightened so far from home and everything familiar, tried futilely to rest on the soiled, thin mattresses that covered their steel bunks. The bedding reeked of human filth and at first they refused to touch them, but fatigue soon took its toll and Laurie and Ann stretched out uncomfortably to try to sleep. They found it almost impossible—their heads swam with unbelievable nightmarish imagery, memories of what had happened so far, and fears of what might still lie ahead!

  Shortly before three, according to the old glassless clock that hung across from their cell, they heard the noises of men talking outside. Laurie jumped up too quickly and bumped her head on the upper bunk.

  "What is it?" Ann whispered sleepily.

  "Someone's coming... more than one, it sounds like a whole bunch of men!" Laurie quickly tightened her halter top and climbed out of bed and Ann joined her moments later as the cellblock door swung open... and in strolled the sheriff and three other men!

  "Hello, ladies," he slurred drunkenly. His beefy round face was redder than before and it was obvious that he was practically dead on his feet from alcohol. The deputy who had brought them in was at his side, equally intoxicated, followed by a pair of locals the girls could not identify... two men who looked like farmers out on the town.

  "My friends here just wanted to see my new prisoners... they don't get to see many hardened drug-smugglers 'round this part of the woods." There was a chorus of hooting laughter as the sheriff approached their cell door.

  "Come on out here, girls... don't be unfriendly now!" he threatened. It was only then that they saw the fifth member of their party... a huge German Shepherd close behind Sheriff Potter's heels!

  Laurie and Ann knew better than to resist the sheriff now and they nervously left their cell when he unlocked the door. Laurie looked at the nightstick in his left hand... and realized to her horror that it wasn't a nightstick at all.

  My God, he's got one of those cattle prods!

  "Let's go out in the office... it's a bit close in here," Potter grinned. The two civilians stepped aside and Laurie and Ann led the way. Any thoughts of running were quickly crushed when they spotted the bolted front door. The shades were pulled down as well and Ann quickly recognized what was coming next... a party with the two of them as entertainment!

  "Please... " She turned to Sheriff Potter. "I'll do anything you ask, anything. But leave her out of this... she's just a kid!"

  "Ann, don't beg them!" Laurie shot back at her girlfriend. "I can take care of myself."

  "Girls... let's show the boys here what you've got. How's 'bout stripping again... this time for fun."

  "Why should we?" Laurie frowned, amazed at her own strength and boldness.

  Sheriff Potter merely grinned and reached out to her soft inner thigh with the tip of his cattle prod. Before she could even jerk away, a quick electric zap flashed up her leg and made her scream.

  "Awww! All right! All right! I'll do it!" she cried as her knees felt wobbly beneath her from the sudden harsh electric shock. With her fingers trembling, she untied her halter top... for the second time since being arrested. The rest was a blur... her mind reeling with shame... the faces of the taunting, booze-brave men staring at her until... she was again absolutely naked! Her whole teenage body was absolutely exposed to them and there was nothing she could do to stop them from running their eyes up and down her girlish curves! Ann was naked now as well, the two of them standing fearfully in the center of the room as the four men stood around them, eyeing their beautiful young prizes.

  "You first this time, honey," the sheriff smirked at Laurie. "I'd like to see how good you northern girls are at suckin' dick!"

  Laurie's face twisted into a mask of fear. "Oh, no! Dear God, no!" she gasped. Ann rushed to her side and grabbed her arm tenderly.

  "Let me... I'll do it," Ann insisted, and this time the young blonde was too frightened and disgusted to resist her girlfriend's generosity. Laurie watched in numbed disbelief as the deputy took Ann's hands and walked her over to the sheriffs desk... where the enormous, thick-necked sheriff was sitting on the edge. He unzipped his trousers as she approached, and when he pushed her down with one hand, he tugged his thick, uncircumcised prick out with the other.

  "Aw'right, gal... start suckin'!" he cackled as the other three men laughed nervously. Their eyes were wide and their pulses quick as they watched the beautiful, full-breasted young redhead position herself between the sheriffs heavy legs... and take his thick, fleshy cock in her small hand!

  Ann's eyes were clenched so tightly shut that creases formed around her eyelids, as if somehow she could shut this horrible nightmare out of her consciousness. But there was no other way out... not this way or any other way, and when she felt the foul-tasting wetness of his hugely throbbing penis pressed luridly against her lips, she knew that she had to do it... she had to suck this fat, stinking sheriffs cock while the others watched and laughed! She had to put this vile, grubby man's prick between her lips and lick and suck it until he emptied his cum down her throat!

  Dude Potter looked down at her as she knelt at his feet, her naked firm titties high and proudly swollen as they framed the heavy blue-veined hardness of his cock. He leaned over and gave her quivering pink nipples a pinch, twisting the warm crinkly flesh in his grimy fingers until she cried out from the excruciating pain.

  "Hurry up, woman... I ain't playin' around with you!" His hands slipped spitefully over the smallness of her head and his dirty fingers tightened in the reddish tresses of her hair until he had her pinned, gripped so tightly that she thought her hair was coming out from the roots!

  "Awwww, that hurts! Pleassee... I'll do it, I'll do it!" she wailed, but he only laughed at her. His puffy pink lips drooled spittle down onto the fleshy stiffness of his meaty cock as Ann cried pitifully from the unexpected pain. He groaned as he edged the flabby hugeness of his crotch forward from the edge of the desk... pushing the fleshiness of his prick over her bottom teeth and into her mouth!

  Ann grunted and tried to push his cock out with her tongue, for he tasted disgustingly filthy, like he hadn't washed himself in weeks. But the naked, firm-breasted young redhead knew she was trapped now... she had to suck his cock or he'd think of something far worse!

  "Look up at me, honey," he drooled down at her. "I wanna' see yo' pretty littl' face when my dick goes into yo' mouth!"

  Ann felt his fingers tightening for yet another cruel twist, and she obeyed him without stalling any longer, turning her head upward as far as she could with the cudgel-like thickness of his huge, beefy prick stuffed into her mouth, filling her so completely that her nostrils flared as she struggled just to breathe.

  "Git goin'... I ain't got all night!"

  "Make her hurry, Dude!" the skinny farmer cackled close behind her. "I ain't never seen no yankee girl suck cock!" Her heart pounded in her naked chest like a triphammer as her stomach churned with unspeakable shame and revulsion at being forced into this act of unbelievable lewdness. But she knew he would use that cattle prod on her if she didn't do a good job... she had to make him believe she wanted it. She had to make this fat, drooling pig of a man happy... her life might very well depend on it!

  She encircled the huge thick pole of his cock with her quivering pink lips and she felt it harden and grow longer along the roughness of her small tongue.

  "That's better... now, suck! Suck!" His eyes were bulging in their sockets with a weird blend of hatred and desire, and Ann never dou
bted for a second that this man was quite capable of hurting her... or worse.

  Ashamed, sick with revulsion and fear, she gulped down the rising heat of her nausea and hollowed her cheeks, sucking lightly on the awful-tasting thickness of his pecker. He pushed forward, most of his huge behind already off the edge of the desk, and pushed another inch or so into her mouth, gagging her as it bumped against the tender softness of her throat... and it was getting bigger and thicker all the time! His cock was as big as the rest of him!

  "Wiggle that tongue, gal!" Grinning with the pride of his absolute domination of this beautiful northern girl, the Dixie sheriff gripped the sides of her head like a melon, positioning her just perfectly... each deep, choking thrust of his heavy, throbbing cock gagging her as it bumped against the back of her throat.

  "Suck... suck... suck... suck!" All the others joined him in this lewd, mindless litany, chanting along with the hollow-cheek rhythm of her sucking, and it made her feel even worse, even more ashamed. Suddenly, after only a few minutes of sucking... her eyes flew open as she felt a quivering ripple race along the underside of his meaty erection... Oh God, here it comes! He's gonna cum right down my throat! And I've got to drink it... Awww, noooo!

  His prick began to throb and pulse with lust-heated blood like his heart had slipped and dropped to his balls and Ann knew it was coming... she could feel his nuts shudder against her chin and she felt the throbbing jerk of his prick as the first spurting rivulet of his hot, seething sperm raced along the immensity of his erection and splattered thickly against the back of her throat, swirling down gaggingly as she fought to keep from choking. Tears of shame stung her eyes as she sucked, wheezing through her nostrils... until he was empty and her belly sloshed with his vile cum!

  He loosened his grip on her and she fell, sobbing, to the concrete floor. The other men, silent as their sheriffs orgasm ended, began to talk again animatedly... and the two girls knew in the pit of their bellies that this nightmare wasn't over yet!

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  "How about this one, Dude?" the deputy sheriff asked anxiously, touching Laurie with the tips of his fingers along her slender, naked hip. She cringed and clenched her eyes shut, her head turned away in sickened revulsion. His eyes roamed up and down the trim supple curves of her teenybopper's body... she was tall and long-legged and there wasn't an ounce of extra fat anywhere on her! Her boobs were high and firm without the need of a bra... and he was dying to get his cock into her and watch her squirm!

  Laurie was too afraid to protest now... it was obvious that all of them were drunk. That they were emboldened by the courage of a hundred proof bourbon and they were capable of anything... and utterly incapable of compassion or feeling!

  "Ask her y'self, Al," Potter growled, tucking his rubbery cock back into his uniform trousers. It was still wet and sticky with semen and saliva but he seemed not to notice and it left a big spreading stain on the inside of his pants.

  "How 'bout it, honey?" Al grinned, close to her face. "How 'bout some fuckin' and suckin', little gal?" The other men chortled with amusement as the lanky, dark-haired deputy moved in on the helpless, frightened young blonde. She still had not dared to look at him and now every inch of her body was shivering and covered with goose-bumps.

  "Answer me, woman!" he snapped, grabbing her left breast with such fierceness that she cried out in pain. His fingers tightened in the soft girlish flesh of her tit and rose in welts between his calloused knuckles.

  "Awwww!" she bawled. "You're hurting me!"

  "Then answer me, gawddamn 'ya!" He twisted her firm, supple tittyflesh in his strong hand until the blonde teenager's face was grimaced in pain.

  "Nooo! I won't do it! It's... rape, that's what it is! You can't make me say yes... I won't!" Ann was watching in rapt fascination—and horror—as her young girlfriend attempted stupidly to stand up to these animals.

  "Laurie! It's no use... don't make it worse for yourself!" she cried. She struggled to go to her girlfriend but Sheriff Potter stilled her with one menacing movement of his still-brandished cattle prod.

  "You think you're too good to suck my dick, huh? Why, you stuck-up city gal... I'll show you!" He started to swing at her with his upraised fist but Dude Potter yelled at him harshly from across the room.

  "Hold it, Al! Don't mark her... you crazy asshole. If she don't want to suck your dick, you can't make her."

  Laurie ventured a small peek... Could this be really happening? Is the sheriff going to make him leave me alone?

  The sheriff stood up and a grin began to spread slowly across his face until his yellowed teeth glistened. "Maybe she'd do better with roy-al-tee, huh, boys? I mean, she's so high-falutin'... only a baron would be good enough for her stuck up ass, right?" There was a moment of confusion as the drunken men tried to understand what the sheriff was talking about, but when they finally understood, it was like the Battle of Bull Run all over again in the tiny concrete block house... whooping and yelling and jumping up and down.

  "Hey, Dude, what an idea!" Leroy Sutter chuckled. "Roy-al-tee... yessir, that's a mighty fine notion!"

  "Goddamn right... goddamn right!" skinny Clem Jenkins screeched, slapping the deputy on the back. Al Harper was a little slower coming around, but a flash of understanding went off in his hazed, liquor-blurred eyes... Sure, the dog! That's what the stuck up yankee bitch needs!

  "Baron... over here, boy!" Sheriff Potter shouted over the commotion. "You girl... come here!" Laurie blindly obeyed out of some desperate hope that the worst was over for her... but her futile hopes were soon dashed when she saw the chunky sheriff lift his cattle prod to her breasts!

  "N-No!" she cried as he brushed the metallic tip of the cruel prod over the curve of her breast. She watched it circle her nipple... but he had it switched off.

  "The next time, it'll be on, gal... unless you do just what I say, 'ya hear?" His face was contorted with lust and hatred and Laurie had never seen such ferocity... he looked as if he wanted to kill her!

  "Lie down, Baron!" he ordered the huge white animal. He obeyed instantly, his ears perked alertly. "Roll over, boy... that's it, roll over! Stay!"

  He took the young blonde's shoulder in his beefy palm and squeezed it until she cried. "Now... git on yo' knees, girl, and suck my dog's dick!"

  "Dear God, no, don't make her do that!" Ann blurted, but a quick swing of the cattle prod brought her to her knees, stunned and dizzy from the sudden shock.

  "Suck it, gal... or I'll stick this prod up yo' ass and give you a shock like you ain't ever had!" He pushed the tip of the cattle prod up between the firm girlish half-moons of her buttocks and gave her a quick jolt.

  "Awww! God, don't do that! It h-hurts!" she cried.

  Beaten, she dropped to her knees beside the huge furry white animal. Her fingers shook as she reached out to take the forbidding length of his animal cock in her hand. Baron squirmed anxiously and peered up at her with soulful brown eyes filled with confusion, for this was something new to him as well.

  "Keep 'yo head turned so's we can see ya, honey," the sheriff smirked. "We wanna' see that dog's pecker when it slips in and out of yo mouth!"

  Futilely, Laurie struggled to blot out all thoughts of what she was doing from her mind, to force down the burning, gagging heat of her own nausea that threatened to explode from her throat. She placed the side of her face on the great animal's warm underside while she fondled his long, fur-shrouded penis with her hand. Slowly, with trembling fingers brushing the white fur of his cock-sheath, it began to appear as if by magic... the full, lurid taper of his dog-cock slipping wetly from its sheath!

  Oh my God... how can I? How can I do this and still go on living? Nooooo...!

  * * *

  Ann was kneeling next to the sheriffs desk, tears of frustration in her eyes as she watched what these horrible men were forcing poor Laurie to do. She felt hands on her naked skin and she didn't bother to even look up. She didn't look to see who it was who hotly probed the cleft of her buttocks
, who salaciously fingered the taut little lips of her anus. She only squirmed... but said nothing in protest, for the fight was already kicked out of her. She felt like she had been kneed in the belly... there was no will left to resist these perverted animals who called themselves men.

  "Mmm, boy, would you look at that ass... ain't it the finest 'ya ever did see?" Somebody was breathing on her neck, close behind her, and she felt his hands on her firm, girlish buttocks cheeks. When she finally looked up, she saw it was one of the civilians... the one they called Clem. He looked about fifty, as skinny as a scarecrow and nearly as ugly, with most of his teeth missing and his lips nicotine-stained from a lifetime of inhaling cheap tobacco.

  Her skin quivering with shame as he grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled them apart. She shivered as a chilled rush of air raced between her half-moon cheeks. She said nothing, but hung her head to conceal her shame.

  "Lift up a little, honey," she heard him say, and she did as he said without a murmur. She watched in disbelief as Laurie began to suck the dog's crimson prick, the tapered dribbling rod slipping over her lips and into the moistness of the blonde girl's mouth. She watched... and an unspeakable thing happened inside her, worse even that what these men had done to her. For this was something she would have to live with forever... she might be able someday to forget the nightmarish abuses of her stay in Beaumont County, but she would never escape the truth... the truth of her own perverted arousal!

  She felt the insistent prodding of the skinny man's cock between her legs. She was ashamed of what she felt, but she knew it was not going away... somehow the luridness of this moment, the helpless submissiveness of her position, being naked in this room full of sex-crazed men... it was all working together strangely inside her to bring out masochistic desires that even Ann had never guessed were hidden there!