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Three
college girls are each caught in the small Southern town for a minor traffic
infraction, unaware of their dire circumstances until they are brought to the
Heather,
the college cheerleader refuses the advances of the men. The men inflict their
perversions on her body by force, enjoying her cries and torment as they
brutally rape, and subject her body to the most horrendous pain, enjoying their
lust on her pain-racked body.
Jessica
surrenders to the men, in hopes that cooperation would temper their lust. Instead, the men are driven to push her
limits, submitting her young body to greater perversions. Each time Jessica hoped it would be the last. She is surprised each time and appalled at
the lengths and depths of the men’s depravity.
And
Emily, the shy, honor student. The beautiful sweet girl, that blushes at a
dirty joke. The men enjoy each time
humiliating her, forcing her to perform for them, her shame having no bounds. She is forced to commit the most perverse
acts on the men, their laughing and taunting degrading her as she resigns
reluctantly to their sexual perversions.
Read
how their young bodies are speared by thick cocks. How they are forced to suck cocks, many
forced brutally down their throats, their pussies fucked repeatedly as they are
tossed about on the bed in lust, none of their orifices spared as they endure
the ultimate perversion, sodomized by the men. See how they cope as they are
driven deeper and deeper into the depths of Hell in a place called the
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.