Note from Slick: Not that much permissive sex in this story but maybe a lot of suspense. Maybe after reading this story you won't let your daughter or loved one drive alone at night. All rights reserved.
Michelle Allen kept looking at the clock as her large family slowly walked from the large Victorian two-story family home. It was her last day in Kansas City before she traveled almost five hours by car to the University of Oklahoma. She was supposed to leave by 1:00PM however her grandmother didn't arrive from Independence, Mo until 12:30PM and she couldn't just leave without telling her goodbye. Now as she got ready to leave it was almost 2:30PM which meant she wouldn't arrive at the school until 9:00PM.
"Why don't you wait another day?" her mother Margaret said as Michelle picked up her last belongings from the bathroom.
"I have a meeting tomorrow morning at 9:00AM with my advisor. He will be gone for a week after my meeting."
"I don't like you driving alone," Tom Allen said. "Especially at night."
"I'm grown up now," she said as she hugged her father one last time. "Besides I have Cubby with me." She held up the small stuffed teddy bear he had given her when she was only five.
"I wouldn't call eighteen grown up," her mother said with tears falling from her eyes.
"You two worry too much." Michelle gave her mom a quick hug and moved quickly out the door before she started crying herself. It was tough leaving her secured life and family as well as her now ex-boyfriend Jake. It was her idea to call off their relationship after five long years.
The music from the CD blasted away as the red mustang convertible left the city line and headed south. She had Cubby on her lap as the warm air blew her long blonde hair around as the six cylinder motor barely labored after achieving the 70 mph speed limit.
Many thoughts flashed through her mind. She had already contacted her new roommate and was happy the girl had most of the same interests as she did. Although she was one the cheerleader squad in high school she would not attempt to try out for the squad at the college. Her virginity was also an issue that troubled her at times because she figured most girls going to college had given that up long before their graduation day. She had bought into the belief that intercourse should only be with the man she loved and married.
It was about two hours out of town that Michelle suspected something was wrong with her right front tire. At first it was just an unfamiliar noise but soon she felt the car pulling to the right. She moved over onto the shoulder of the two lane road and moved out to look at the tire.
"Damn," she said when she saw the metal bands through a worn spot on the black rubber. The tire had not gone flat yet however she knew it would not last long especially on the highway. She thought about changing the tire or calling AAA but remembered how over-packed her trunk was with her clothing and items she needed for college. Two large green signs almost three hundred yards in front of her had the words "Harlan County Line" on the top and "Gatesville" on the bottom one. It was only 4:30PM so if she was lucky she might make it to the town before any of the garages closed. Going slow was also a hazard so she held the steering wheel tightly as she guided the car to the exit ramp. At the top of the exit was another sign that said "Gas 5 miles" with an arrow pointing to the right.
"Just a little bit more," Michelle said to herself as she drove the car down the lonely two-lane road. Again she kept the speed around 25 mph even though the speed limit sign ahead said 45. As the car moved around a sharp curve she saw the flashing red and blue lights in her rearview mirror. The road was so narrow at that point and it did not give her a safe area to pull off so she continued down the road almost a mile before pulling into an empty parking lot in front of a closed general store. "PULL OVER!" the loudspeaker said from behind her.
"What do you think I'm doing," she whispered as the car came to an abrupt halt.
"PLEASE STAY IN THE CAR!" sounded the next instructions. Michelle locked her hands on the steering wheel and looked in her rearview mirror as the drivers door opened on the police car behind her. She saw a large man in a policeman's uniform slowly walking up to the back of her car.
"What's wrong officer?" Michelle asked as she turned her head and looked over the dark sunglasses of the tall man now standing next to her door.
"Quiet ma'am," he said coldly. "License and registration please."
"I have a bad tire..." she started to say before he grabbed her driver's license and registration from her small hand.
"Please follow my car," the stern man said as he turned and returned to his patrol car.
Michelle thought about calling her parents but didn't have enough time to find her phone in her purse which had fallen from the seat next to her onto the floor when she stopped short. The cop turned off his revolving lights and pulled next to her.
Michelle smiled as she glanced his way but did not see any expression on his face. As the police car moved forward she quickly fell in behind him. The cop had no compassion for her bad tire and was quickly doing fifty miles per hour. Her fingers were blue from holding the steering wheel so tightly as she prayed the tire would not burst.
Michelle had not passed the panic point yet but was getting real close to it. She had heard stories about small town cops taking advantage of people but really didn't believe it. Now she was not so sure. As soon as she made it to the town she would call her parents.
The buildings of the town could be seen ahead when Michelle's tire finally gave out. After a loud bursting sound the car pulled sharply to the right and headed down into the small drainage ditch. Michelle was too weak to pull the vehicle back onto the road and held on as the red convertible smashed into the dirt bank on the far side of the ditch. Michelle didn't have time to think as the airbags deployed and the one on the steering wheel smashed into her face and chest. Suddenly everything became dark.
How long she was out she didn't know as her eyes slowly opened to see a single light bulb hanging down from the ceiling above. She had such a headache and couldn't stop the moan from within. She attempted to move her hands to her head but realized she couldn't move them. "Shit I'm handcuffed," she thought as she pulled on the metal constraints on her wrists behind her back. Her eyes quickly surveyed the room and saw a desk and a glass wall cabinet full of guns. She was lying on her side on a large sofa.
Suddenly the door opened and two men in police uniforms walked in.
"Why am I in handcuffs?" she asked sharply. "I did nothing wrong."
The large man moved behind the desk while the smaller man moved over and pulled her up to a sitting position.
"Reckless endangerment going too slow on the road and resisting arrest," the man behind the desk read from a clipboard.
"That's a lie! I had a bad tire and had to go slow. When did I resist arrest?"
"You didn't immediately pull over," the man said now smiling.
"There was no safe place to pull over," she said realizing they were arresting her on bogus charges. "I want to call my parents."
"Sorry but the phones are not working."
"Give me my cell phone," she said trying to be calm.
"Where would that be?" the shorter officer asked.
"In my purse. It was in the car before I crashed."
"I didn't see any purse. Did you Bill?"
"Nope definitely no purse." The deputy grinned.
Michelle was steaming mad but knew with the handcuffs on she was under their control. "Why am I wearing handcuffs? I'm no danger to anyone." The cold metal was starting to hurt her tender wrists.
"I'm sorry ma'am but since you resisted arrest the policy is to keep you restrained. Since the court house is closed you will have to stay tonight in the jail."
"The JAIL!" Michelle cried out. "I didn't do anything. My car had a bad tire and... please let me call my parents. They will pay you what ever you want. I have to be at my college tomorrow morning at 9:00AM."
"The phones are out," Bill said shaking his head. "I'm afraid we are going to have to ask you to remove your clothes and get into a jail gown."
"Oh God, re...remove...my clothes?" She repeated. "Why can't I wear what I have on?" She said almost in tears now.
"Policy," The taller deputy grinned. "Inmates sometime use their clothing to strangle themselves."
"You will also need to take a shower," Bill smiled.
Michelle knew from their expressions that she was in very deep trouble and knew there really was nothing she could say to convince them to let her go. "If I don't call my parents soon I'm sure they will have every police officer in the state looking for me."
"Is that right sweetie?" the deputy who had the last name Johnson on his uniform said. "Now we know police policy and missing persons must be missing for at least 24 hours before a general search is issued."
"Not let's get those cuffs off and get you back in the shower room to undress and clean yourself up," Bill said while leaning over and unlocking the metal restraints.
Michelle was sitting in a small room off a larger one and when the men walked in she had noticed a window just outside. She rubbed her sore wrists after Bill walked outside the door. Deputy Johnson walked out ahead of her and as soon as she cleared the door she jerked her wrist from his large hand and dashed towards the door. Before she could even touch the doorknob he grabbed onto her waist and jerked her tiny body back into his large one. "Now that wasn't nice," he whispered into her ear.
"Please let me go," she begged feeling his hands exploring down her flat tummy over the waistband of her jeans and then to her sides and then down over her nicely rounded hips. Suddenly he twisted her around to face him.
"Give me your hands."
Michelle moved her trembling hands up until they moved outward together. She saw him click one of the cuffs on her wrist and the other one on his. There was no way she was going to run again. "We are going to be together for a while."
"Together...but I have to undress and...shower," she gasped.
"I know," he chuckled before turning and leading her towards the back of the jail.
Bill had the flimsy very thin gown laid out on the bench in front of his locker next to the small shower stall. He was about to go look for Ned and the girl when the door opened and they walked in.
"Please don't make me do this," Michelle begged with some tears flowing down from her scared eyes.
"Now hush," Ned whispered. "It'll be over in no time. Let's get those tight jeans off first. Before she could move back his fingers pulled open the snap and then jerked her fly open. Both men stared at the top of her exposed tiny white lacy bikini panties.
"Please don't hurt me," she sobbed.
"We won't hurt you as long as you cooperate," Jed said. "Just let Bill take off your jeans."
Michelle froze when the smaller man grabbed onto her jeans and pulled them downward over her skimpy undies. They were so tight the panties grabbed onto them and moved downward as well. "Oh my panties," she cried as she moved her one free hand down to clutch the waistband of the panties before they found out she was a natural blonde.
"Ha...ha," Jed laughed as Billy's forceful hands pulled the jeans down and off her jeans. She lifted her feet to allow him to free them from her quivering body.
"Now those are some really sexy panties," Jed commented. "You wouldn't be one of those escort women would you?" His eyes focused on the small mound of pubic hair resting on top of where her young pink slit would be.
"I'm...a...college...girl," she somehow got out. Her face and body was now a bright red from the embarrassment and stress she was under.
"You know Gatesville takes a hard stance on prostitution," Bill chimed in.
"Well lookie back here," Jed laughed. His eyes moved down under her tight tee shirt to the butterfly tattoo just over the top of her panties above her ass cheeks. "Little missy here has a tattoo. I wonder if she has anymore of them. I hear gang members like to wear tattoos."
"Tha...that's the...only one," she said now closing her eyes hoping that she was dreaming all of this and when she opened her eyes that she would be far away from these men.
"I'm afraid we will have to check her whole body for gang tattoos," Ned announced. He released her hand from the cuffs and slowly lifted the bottom of her tee shirt.
Michelle lowered her arms to prevent losing her shirt. "I don't have any more tattoos."
But Ned was a whole lot stronger and his strength over powered her. She raised her arms to prevent hurting them and soon found herself in front of them in only her matching bra and panties. She glanced down at the wedding ring on Ned's hand. "What would your wife say if she knew you do things like this?"
Ned chuckled. "She left me last year because she got tired of the spankings I gave her for being bad. Now you aren't going to be bad are you?"
"Na...no," she whispered.
"To make it easy for you to undress I'm removing the cuffs again. Now please don't try to make a run for it again," Ned grinned before putting the small key in the lock and freeing her hand.
As Michelle rubbed her sore wrist she heard the shower come on behind her. When she turned Bill was closing the clear glass door. "I think it's just the right temperature."
"Will you please let me take the shower in private?" Michelle asked.
"Yes but we cannot leave the room," Ned answered. "Bill and I will turn around and you can undress and get inside."
Michelle took a deep breath when Bill walked by her and faced away. No male had ever seen her totally naked before and only her ex-boyfriend had seen her breasts and pubic mound in the darkness of her car. Her fingers trembled as she released her bra and shoved down her panties. Her body dashed into the shower and found it to be too hot. "OUCH!"
Bill had planned making it too hot because it would stop her from going inside. Both deputies turned around and saw her naked backside standing in the shower doorway. Her ass was better than expected. "Is it too hot?"
"Yes," she blushed when she turned to see them glaring down at her bare butt. She quickly turned the large handle back to the right and felt the water cooling down. Three seconds later she scurried inside and closed the door.
"What am I going to do?" She asked herself as she faced away from the bad policemen. "I've got to be smarter than them and use what I have to my advantage. There is no doubt that they want to Ra*e me."
Bill and Ned sat on the bench with two large boners as they watched the naked girl in the shower show. They had already seen this show once with a runaway teenage girl about three months ago but that girl was nothing compared to this one. That girl had tattoos covering her body and had been around the block a few times. They didn't have to Ra*e her because she was the one who initiated the intercourse.
Michelle knew she had to show them her body so she dropped the large bar of soap on the floor and bent over slowly to pick it back up. Her legs were open just enough to flash them her pink slit before she stood again and reached back to rub the soapy fingers over her naked ass.
"Jesus," Bill whispered. "I get her first this time." The last time Ned got the runaway girl first and had promised the next one for him.
"Shit," Ned groaned when he remembered his promise. He would stick to his word but suddenly Michelle turned her body just enough for them to see her perky little breast and tiny pink nipple. She moved her head back under the spray while pushing out her chest even more. "You can have her in the shower but I get her on the bed in the cell."
"What? I can't fuck her in the shower," Bill whispered.
"That's the deal. Take it or leave it," Ned smiled.
Bill glanced into the shower as Michelle did a slow 360 degree turn. The water had darkened her blonde bush as the hairs projected straight downward over her pink pussy. "OK, I'll let you know when I'm finished."
Ned wanted to watch but figured he had better cover the front office in case someone came in. "You won't last more than a couple of minutes anyway."
"Fuck you," Bill said. After Ned left he quickly pulled off his uniform shirt, gun and holster, pants and finally his boxers. His five inch hard-on pointed up at a 45 degree angle.
Michelle heard the door close and peeked out the shower door at Bill who was undressing. She had experience jerking off her ex-boyfriend but that was in the back seat of her car and not in a jail shower. When Bill exposed his hard penis she quickly turned and closed her eyes while waiting for the inevitable.
"Do you need some help?" Bill whispered after opening the door. Up-close and not through the frosted door her ass looked even better.
"You shouldn't be in here," Michelle whispered back. She still had to resist him but her goal was to get him off before he tried to fuck her. He didn't answer her but did put his rugged hand on her right shoulder. She flinched but didn't slap his hand away.
"That's a girl," Bill grinned. He reached down and removed the soap from her hand and then slowly rubbed it across the upper part of her back. When he got enough soap on the hot skin he placed the soap back into the small soap dish hanging under the shower head.
"Do you always wash your prisoners?" She asked feeling his fingers spreading the soap now over her back and shoulders. Michelle knew she had almost a perfect body because of all the comments from the boys and even the girls back home. For the first time she realized that she could use it to her advantage. As his fingers moved slowly down to the top of her ass she reached her hands forward to support her body while pushing her buttocks back at his hands.
Ned looked at the clock and saw it to be almost eight o'clock. Pretty soon her parents would be nervous waiting for her call. He placed his feet up on his desk and listened to see if she would scream when Bill touched her. So far it was pretty damn quiet. "Maybe this girl will be a lot easier than I thought," He wondered.
Michelle gasped when his fingers cupped both of her buttocks. She gasped again when his middle finger took the middle path between her cheeks and rubbed over her tiny puckered rear hole. When he pushed it inside she squeezed her anal muscles. "Please don't."
Bill laughed. "Man that sure is tight." He pulled his finger out making a small popping noise and then reached further under to suddenly discover this girl was a virgin. "Holy shit. I didn't think they made virgins anymore." He rubbed softly up her closed slit to her swollen clitoris.
Michelle panicked when he first touched her pussy but relaxed as he rubbed her little clitty. She knew it was time to try and get him off so her hand moved around her hip and then backward until she touched the swollen thick knob. Her eyes opened wide when she felt how thick it was.
"That's it little girl. Get it all nice and hard to break your tight cherry," Bill laughed. But after a few seconds of her hand squeezing and stroking he realized he was about to cum. "Stop!" He jerked her hand away. "Bend forward and let me make you a woman."
"Oh God," Michelle thought when his hand pushed her shoulders forward. She tried to close her legs to prevent him from pushing his cock up into her but he jammed his knee between them. She felt the thick crown moving under her butt and between her thighs so she reached up under her puss and guided the head lower causing it to rub against her clit. "Oh yes right there," she moaned hoping he would make the effort to get her to cum.
"You like it there do you?" Bill chuckled. He held onto her hips as he pushed his cock forward and back, forward and back.
"Oh God that feels so good," Michelle panted. Her plan was working however and as much as her mind resisted it did feel pretty good.
"Ha," Bill laughed. It felt damn good to him as well because his stomach kept pushing into her soft wonderful ass and her fingers rubbed him as he fucked her slit. He didn't realize he was cuming until it was too late. "Oh SHIT!" He cried as he tried to reach down under her ass and guide his hard-on through her gate but it was way too late. His hot spunk splattered into her hand and fingers as she milked him dry.
"Was it good?" She giggled as she dropped his shrinking penis and turned for the first time to show him her perfect tits and flat tummy. Her hand turned over to wash the white spunk from her fingers.
"Man, you are so...beautiful," he grinned while cupped her young morsels and rubbing over her very hard gumdrops. "I wish I was hard again."
Michelle knew the man she should fear was Ned who was waiting his turn in the other room. "It's not fair that he gets to take my virginity."
"I know," Bill frowned. "But it is his turn."
"You have two bars on your uniform. Aren't you in charge?"
Bill was a two bar deputy to Ned's one but the other man was also a foot taller and fifty pound heavier. "Well yes I'm in charge," he bragged. Michelle's fingers were now twirling in the pad of chest hairs centered between his hard nipples.
"We have all night and I was hoping you could...you know...teach me about sex. Is there anyway to make sure he doesn't bother us?" She leaned forward and suckled on his nipple.
Bill had never seen a woman, any woman this gorgeous before. To spend a whole night would be worth fighting Ned for. "He's pretty big."
"I know but you are smarter," she giggled. Her fingers toyed with his semi-hard penis. "I have a plan if you want to try it."
"A plan?" Bill repeated. He felt his cock getting harder. "Yes tell me your plan."
Ned was getting impatient and realized Bill had been with the girl for almost thirty minutes. He knew Bill couldn't last that long so he decided to check out what was holding up his turn. He took two steps towards the locker room when the door opened and Bill walked out wearing only his boxers.
"Shit man you lasted longer than I expected," Ned grinned. "How was she? Was she as tight as she looks?"
"Oh man she definitely has one tight pussy," Bill laughed. "Why don't you go, get undressed in the cell and I'll bring her in to you?"
"Thanks pal," Ned smiled. He really didn't mind sloppy seconds with this girl. He moved down the hallway to the large cell containing the single bed and mattress and quickly undressed. He made sure to place his gun on the rack outside so she couldn't get to it. After leaning back on the bed wearing just his stretched out briefs he heard the footsteps and then saw Michelle walk in wearing only her tiny white panties. "Shit look at those little titties," he laughed.
Bill was holding Michelle's arm like he was guiding her and when they stood in front of the cell door he let her go.
Ned was ready to pull her up onto the bed with him but she didn't walk towards him. After taking two steps onto the cold tile floor she turned and grabbed the steel door. With one giant pull the door slammed shut with Michelle and Bill smiling at him.
"HEY...WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING!! OPEN THIS GADAMN DOOR UP RIGHT NOW!!" Ned screamed as he jumped off the bed and jabbed his arm through the bars at Michelle's thin throat. She jumped back just in time.
"Sorry Ned," Bill smiled. "It's really my turn and I've decided to spend the whole night with her."
"WHAT! LISTEN HERE YOU MOTHERFUCKER. I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE!"
"Maybe?" Bill smiled. "But you better be ready to take a shotgun blast first."
Ned took a deep breath and held onto the cold steel bars with both hands. "Bill, listen man. You can have her the whole night. Why didn't you say you wanted her? Let me out of here and you two can have the bed." Ned tried to hold his anger back as he tried to return the trick.
"Na...you know. We talked about it and having sex on that dirty little bed is not what we had in mind," Bill smiled. "Now don't scream all night and lose your voice because you know no one can hear you through these cinder block concrete-filled walls. "I'll be back around 7:00AM tomorrow morning."
"WAIT...WAIT!" Ned shouted as the two walked out of the cell area.
"One down and one to go," Michelle thought suddenly feeling excited that she could get out of this with her cherry intact. "So where can we find a nice big and clean bed?" She asked.
Bill knew she had already tried to escape once so he wasn't going to give her another chance. "First let's get you dressed and then we can discuss our options."
"OK," she smiled as she wiggled her cute little tail walking ahead of him back into the locker room. When they got to her clothes she decided not to put on her bra. "You don't mind if I go braless do you?" She asked in her best 'little girl's' voice.
"Not at all," he grinned before reaching out to rub over her firm mounds again. "It will make it much quicker later."
Michelle forced a grin and let him touch her breasts for almost three minutes before it was starting to feel really good. However a lot depended on just where he was going to take her next.
"Let me get dressed or we will never get out of here," she giggled. She moved back and pulled her jeans up over her panties which she realized were slightly damp. Once they were in place she put on her tee shirt and smiled at her sharp nipples pushing out the front. "Are you ready?" She glanced down at the large bulge in his pants and knew his answer.
"Dam right," he grinned. As Michelle walked in front of him to leave he grabbed her arm and clicked the handcuffs on her left wrist. "I think you might be a little too fast for me to catch."
"Shit," Michelle thought when she saw the cuffs. "No need to worry." She dropped her captured wrist downward until her fingers brushed over his obvious erection. Her fingers again squeezed and played until a small damp spot formed on his slacks.
"Hey cool it," he laughed feeling his dam about to burst again.
She tried to keep touching him but he jerked his wrist and hers back up to their waists. Michelle followed his lead into the main office and noticed the lights on the phones which meant the phones were working. She moved with him to the front door hoping someone outside might see her but instead he locked the door and turned. "Let's go out the back." He was not as dumb as she had thought.
As they entered the hallway they heard Ned's voice. "Bill, don't do this," he said. "You're making a big mistake. You know we can't let her go."
His last words sent shivers down her spine. By not letting her go it meant they would have to kill her. Now she was not only protecting her virginity but also her life.
"Don't listen to him." Bill said as he unlocked the back door and ushered her out ahead of him.
Michelle saw the back of her car parked behind an out building behind the jail. If only she could get to her cell phone but there was little chance of that. When she walked through the jail office she noticed the time was almost nine thirty which meant her parents would be definitely worried about her. If only she could hold out a little bit longer. "So where are we going?"
"A friend of mine is out of town. I'm sure he won't mind if we use his house for the evening," Bill grinned.
"Wouldn't a motel be better?" She quickly asked.
"Nope...Jimmy has a real nice king size bed with full mirrors above it. He told me to use it anytime I wanted."
As soon as Michelle moved into the squad car and when he moved behind the steering wheel her hand moved back to his crotch and discovered he was still hard. "Can I see it again? I haven't really seen one up close before."
"Sure baby," Bill answered. He unzipped his fly and opened his slacks. Her fingers fished into the opening of his boxers until she whipped it out. "Why don't you look at it really close?"
Before Michelle knew what he wanted his hand moved behind her head and forced it downward until his hard cock pressed into her face. "Oh God he wants me to suck it," she thought. "I've...never...given...a...blowjob...before," she gasped as her nose pressed into his taunt sac of testicles.
"We have a fifteen minute ride so go ahead and teach yourself," he laughed. His hand released her head and he felt it rise up but not far. As he pulled out of the jailhouse parking lot he felt her tiny little kisses moving up and down his thick rod.
Michelle knew she had to get him off again and a blowjob was better than the alternative. Even though she had not gone down before she knew from her friends what to do. As her rosy soft lips kissed up over his swollen crown her tongue flicked out and licked the pre-cum from the tip.
"Oh yes," Bill moaned.
"Am I doing OK?" She asked knowing that she was.
"Definitely," he replied. Again she licked and again he moaned. It was then her lips opened wide and she forced as much of his prick into her throat as possible. Once it was inside her lips clamped tightly around it and her tongue rubbed along the sides. "Jesus, are you sure you haven't done this before?"
Michelle didn't answer as her head rose and lowered about five times. She was giving her first blowjob and decided then that it wouldn't be her last one. It was experiment time for her while she pushed her sharp teeth into his flesh and felt his body shutter. After that her mouth popped off and she licked up and down it like an all-day sucker.
"AH FUCK!" Bill cried out as his squad car flew through a red light. "I'm CUMING!"
Michelle was not ready for him to cum so quickly without warning. She moved her head back as his first eruption of hot lava splashed up onto her forehead. Her first reaction was to move back but his hand once again pushed her head down until his hot pecker pressed into her lips which she opened just as the second load erupted. "OMMPHGHH!" She grunted trying to get some air before drowning in his hot juices. Finally his hand relaxed on her back and let her sit back up.
Michelle jerked her head back and looked for some place to spit out his cum. She heard him laugh as he put down her window. Her head dashed out and she spit his cum as far out as possible. After three attempts to rid her mouth of his taste she realized it would take more than just spitting. She sat back and wiped off the excess from her lips with her forearm. "You could have warned me."
"Why...it was a lot more fun to see you gagging," he laughed.
Michelle wanted to slap the hell out of him but held back. So far she had gotten him off twice and wondered how much more he had in him.
"Here...wipe me off," he ordered as he handed her a box of tissues.
Michelle did as he said and lifted his limp noodle before wiping off the sticky evidence. As he relaxed the tip of his penis slithered back into the opening in his boxers until it disappeared. She now sat back as she watched the landmarks along the highway in case she had to tell someone where she was.
"Tom relax,' Margaret Allen said to her husband for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. "She probably just forgot to call."
"Michelle would never forget," Tom growled. "Something is wrong. She should be at school by now. I'm calling the State Police."
Margaret was nervous too and was happy her husband was calling. They had called Michelle's cell phone but the recording said it was not turned on. After ten minutes of talking to the State Police Tom hung it up and sat down.
"They will send out a notice but won't start searching until tomorrow morning. I'm going to go look for her."
"Where are you going to look?" Margaret asked. "There is over three hundred miles of road."
"She was supposed to call every hour. If she goes 70 miles per hour then she's less than 70 miles from here."
"But what if she forgot," Margaret said as he pulled on his jacket and grabbed his keys. "I'm going with you."
"No, you have to stay here in case she calls," Tom said suddenly looking really scared for his little girl.
It was really too dark for her to see a lot of street or road signs but she did see a sign that said HONEY FOR SALE. It was then that the squad car turned onto a dirt road. A few hundred yards more Bill stopped the car and smiled. "It's Showtime."
Michelle knew now that since they were alone it would be up to her to escape. She also knew now that once he was through using her body that he would kill her. As she stepped from the car she noticed a large barn and a large dark field with boxes scattered around.
"This way," Bill said before jerking her wrist causing some sharp pain.
"Oh," she moaned. "That hurt." She had thought he was the gentle one but now was not so sure. He opened the backdoor with a key he found under an old milk jug and pulled her inside.
"Want something to drink?" He asked as he passed the refrigerator. He figured if she got a little high that she would be willing to do some of the kinky stuff Jimmy had stored away in his bedroom upstairs.
"Yes, thank you." Michelle took a cold can of cheap beer from him and took a swallow. She had to get the sour taste of his cum from her tongue and mouth. As she sipped it Bill gulped down one and another whole can. She knew that too much alcohol deflated a man's libido. "Are you going to take off my cuffs? I have no where to run out here. Besides I don't want to run. I want you to teach me."
"Oh I'll teach you alright," he grinned. "There's a classroom just up those stairs."
Michelle turned and saw the old wooden stairs and then felt a hard slap against her right buttock. "SMACK!"
"Ouch," she said while turning to escape another hit. "Please don't hit me."
"You've been bad," he grinned. Of all his fantasies spanking was the tops. "And I'm going to have to punish you."
"No please...I've been good to you haven't I? I touched you and then sucked...you. I'm not a bad girl."
"But I just met you and you've been so dirty and shameful." He released the hand cuff and grabbed her arm before she could go anywhere. "Walk up those stairs."
Michelle cringed with each step on the old creaky stairs. She looked around for something to use as a weapon but didn't see anything. When he pushed her into the first door she stopped and gasped. In the middle of the room was a large bed with black sheets. Mirrors were on the ceiling above it and ropes were tied to the bedposts. "What...are you...going to do...to me?"
"I told you," he whispered as he grabbed a hold of her tee shirt. With one pull it ripped in half and he pulled it from her bare breasts.
"No STOP!" Michelle begged as her feet backed away from him and his terrifying look in his eyes. "If you be nice to me I'll be nice to you." She realized she was willing to give up her cherry to stay alive.
"Oh you will be nice to me," he laughed before burping loudly. "Get those jeans and panties off now!"
"OK..." she said. "But calm down and we can have some real fun tonight." Her trembling fingers slowly opened her jeans and pushed them slowly down her legs. Across from the bed was a window that was open about five inches. "Aren't you going to undress too?" She asked as she removed her panties.
"Dam straight," he answered as he removed his uniform, his gun belt and then his boxers. He wasn't hard but knew that he would be in a few minutes. "Get on the bed face down."
"Face down?" she repeated suddenly fearful that he was going to Ra*e her ass.
"YES!"
Michelle heard his scream and jumped back onto the bed like he commanded. Her legs pressed together as well as her butt cheeks. "Bill please don't hurt me."
Bill didn't respond as he moved to her feet and picked up one of the ropes. He jerked her feet over and tied it to the bedpost.
"What are you doing?" she asked not able to move her foot. Suddenly he grabbed the other one and did the same to the other bedpost. Her legs were now wide open and no matter how hard she tried to squeeze her cheeks together she could feel the cooler air on her unprotected anus.
Tom's car sped out of town making sure to stop at each rest stop to ask the ones inside if they had seen his daughter. About an hour out his phone rang and he saw his home phone number on the ID. "DID SHE CALL?" He yelled into the phone.
"No...I was hoping you had found her..." Margaret said almost in tears. At least when her husband was home she didn't think about what could have happened to their beautiful young daughter.
"Nothing yet," he said. "I wish I had left earlier."
"You didn't know," she said. "Tom drive safely." She didn't want to lose him too. "Call me if you find anything."
For the next forty minutes his eyes were very tired as he looked on the sides of the road to make sure her car wasn't in a ditch somewhere. It was a few minutes later he saw the tiny Harlan County Line sign a long way down the road and then slammed on his breaks. Luckily no one was following him as he pulled to the side of the road and drove like a mad man in reverse. He slammed on his breaks and jumped from his car. "Cubby." Tom picked up the tiny stuffed bear and looked at the sign. A few minutes later he pulled off the highway and headed towards Gatesville.
"Not my hands too," Michelle begged when Bill tied them both to the upper bedposts. She now had her arms and legs spread out towards the bedposts and knew she was helpless.
"Now tell me you are a bad girl," he grinned while sitting next to her prone body.
"No, I'm not bad. I'm a virgin remember? You can be the first just turn me over," she said feeling tears forming.
But instead of responding he lightly tapped down on her left pink buttock. "Tell me you are a bad girl and I won't hit you hard," he whispered.
"Yes...I've been bad," she said quickly.
"What have you done?" he again gently padded her soft flesh.
"I've let you touch me and rub your...penis against me.' She felt his tap her again.
"Against your what?'
"My vagina...I mean...my...pussy." She could now hear him breathing harder and knew it was her saying the nasty words doing it to him. "My pussy was so wet when you rubbed...your...cock on it. He patted her softly again and she glanced back to see him stroking his hard penis. "Then I sucked your hard dick and played with your balls."
"Ohhh," Bill groaned. "And, I was bad too because I touched your little titties."
"Yes, you were so bad touching my hard nipples and my very wet pussy lips. If you were so bad you should get a spanking too."
Bill stopped jerking off and smiled. "I've been bad too. Will you spank me?"
"Yes but...I can't...take off the ropes and I'll spank you."
Bill was beyond reasonable thoughts or fears. His simple mind only wanted one thing at that point. He quickly released her ropes and pulled her from the middle of the bed so he could take her place.
"I'll need to tie you up too," she whispered as she rolled the rope around his ankles and tried to tie them.
She did the wrists and looked down at the sick man. Although she could run she was afraid he would somehow get out from the ropes and catch her.
Tom pulled into the tiny little town of Gatesville and saw the post office and general store. Finally at the end of the street he saw the sign for the police department and pulled up to the front door. But the lights were off and the door was locked. "Shit." As he moved behind the building to try the rear door he saw it. A small red fender jotting out from behind the shed. "Michelle."
In his haste to get Michelle to his squad car Bill had not fully closed the rear door of the jail. Tom moved inside expecting to find his daughter in a jail cell when he heard someone's voice.
"It's about time you got your ass back here," Ned said when he heard the door open. "I hope you got rid of that girl so we won't be caught."
Tom froze when he heard the man's words. That girl had to be his daughter. He peeked around the doorframe and saw the almost naked man in the jail cell. "Who the fuck are you?"
Ned jumped back when he saw the bigger man. Not fat big but very muscular. "I'm...the deputy. Who are...you?"
"I'm the father that girl you just mentioned and if you don't tell me where she is in the next 30 seconds I'm going to pull you out of that cell and beat the shit out of you."
"Girl?" Ned said as he moved back. "Listen if you don't let me out of here you will be in serious trouble."
Tom remembered his days in the Special Forces and the way to use his hands and fists. "Twenty seconds," he said while pulling the key off the hook next to the gun.
"Wait...hold up..." Ned said when he saw the man move to the door. "I had nothing to do with this. I tried to help her but the other deputy made me remove my clothes and lock me up in here."
"I don't believe you," Tom said firmly. "If you don't tell me the truth in the next five seconds I'm coming in."
"Ok...listen we just wanted to have some fun with her. Bill took her somewhere but I swear I don't know where," Ned said wondering if he could take the taller man.
Tom could see the man was telling the truth especially since he was in his briefs. "This is a small town so you must know where he might take her. Maybe a motel or a remote place."
Ned remembered Bill's friend Jimmy and the old house about ten miles out of town. "I may know where he took her but you will have to let me go first."
Tom had kept his cool pretty good considering his daughter was in serious trouble. But, suddenly he was pissed. "I really didn't want to do this but you've left me no choice." He opened the cell door and was about to charge inside when the burly man beat him to it. Both Tom and Ned went crashing to the floor. Suddenly Tom felt the large man's hands on his neck choking him.
Ned figured his weight and the fact that his man would soon be out of air was enough. He didn't feel Tom's right leg raise upward or when it hooked up over his head. But he did feel the leg curl around his head and jerk him backwards. His fat ass crashed back onto the floor and before he could stand Tom stood over him. "One last chance," Tom said before kicking into Ned's chest and then stepping onto his neck. "Tell me or I'll crush your windpipe."
"Ahhh...uhhhh," Ned grunted. When Tom lifted his foot slightly he said. "I'm sure he took her to a house outside of town. I'll take you there."
"I've been bad. Why aren't you spanking me?" He asked.
Michelle grabbed some of the excess rope Jimmy must have left in the corner and then his gun. "If I were you I'd stay in his house tonight," she whispered. "If you come outside you will be sorry." She turned and ran out the doorway.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Bill screamed as he pulled and tucked on the ropes. After about five minutes he managed to get his hand almost loose. Three minutes more his hand slipped out and he quickly untied his other hand and feet. Without caring about getting dressed he ran down the stairs bare ass naked and out the front door. He had hid the keys to the squad car in his shoes and smiled when he saw it still parked there. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" He shouted.
Michelle watched from the distance as he stood naked and proudly on the front porch. She had tried to find the keys in the car but when she couldn't she ran and hid. But not until she managed to do something her father had taught her as a little girl.
"You might as well come out because you know I'll find you!" he laughed. He walked to the squad car and pulled out a big flash light and walked around the yard pointing it at the various hiding places.
"Over here asshole!" Michelle yelled as she moved from behind her hiding spot and stood holding up the gun.
"Did you think I'd be so dumb to leave a loaded pistol in the room?" He laughed. "Now come on over here and let's make this quick."
Michelle smiled and turned before taking off running from the house. She managed to make it about fifty yards when she heard the crash of the beehives and then him screaming.
"Got-dammit!" Bill cried out after falling over a rope she had tied across the hives. "I'm not going to make it quick anymore!" As he stumbled to his feet he felt the first sharp pain on his left buttock. And then another on his shoulder. "What the fuck?" Before he could react the huge swam of honey bees covered his naked body. It was the last sharp sting on the tip of his cock that he felt before he fell onto the ground.
Tom had Ned cuffed next to him as he almost turned his car over making the turn onto the dirt road. He could see some lights in a house up ahead and the police car parked in front of it. Luckily he slowed the car down as he got closer because his naked daughter ran across the road in front of his car. He slammed on the brakes but not fast enough to prevent the front of it from crashing into a naked man covered with bees.
Michelle stopped and looked at the car. "Daddy?"
It was a few weeks later as her parents drove her towards Oklahoma that Michelle saw the Harlan County Line sign again. She closed her eyes and pulled Cubby to her lips. "Thank you Cubby."
****
Michelle Allen kept looking at the clock as her large family slowly walked from the large Victorian two-story family home. It was her last day in Kansas City before she traveled almost five hours by car to the University of Oklahoma. She was supposed to leave by 1:00PM however her grandmother didn't arrive from Independence, Mo until 12:30PM and she couldn't just leave without telling her goodbye. Now as she got ready to leave it was almost 2:30PM which meant she wouldn't arrive at the school until 9:00PM.
"Why don't you wait another day?" her mother Margaret said as Michelle picked up her last belongings from the bathroom.
"I have a meeting tomorrow morning at 9:00AM with my advisor. He will be gone for a week after my meeting."
"I don't like you driving alone," Tom Allen said. "Especially at night."
"I'm grown up now," she said as she hugged her father one last time. "Besides I have Cubby with me." She held up the small stuffed teddy bear he had given her when she was only five.
"I wouldn't call eighteen grown up," her mother said with tears falling from her eyes.
"You two worry too much." Michelle gave her mom a quick hug and moved quickly out the door before she started crying herself. It was tough leaving her secured life and family as well as her now ex-boyfriend Jake. It was her idea to call off their relationship after five long years.
The music from the CD blasted away as the red mustang convertible left the city line and headed south. She had Cubby on her lap as the warm air blew her long blonde hair around as the six cylinder motor barely labored after achieving the 70 mph speed limit.
Many thoughts flashed through her mind. She had already contacted her new roommate and was happy the girl had most of the same interests as she did. Although she was one the cheerleader squad in high school she would not attempt to try out for the squad at the college. Her virginity was also an issue that troubled her at times because she figured most girls going to college had given that up long before their graduation day. She had bought into the belief that intercourse should only be with the man she loved and married.
It was about two hours out of town that Michelle suspected something was wrong with her right front tire. At first it was just an unfamiliar noise but soon she felt the car pulling to the right. She moved over onto the shoulder of the two lane road and moved out to look at the tire.
"Damn," she said when she saw the metal bands through a worn spot on the black rubber. The tire had not gone flat yet however she knew it would not last long especially on the highway. She thought about changing the tire or calling AAA but remembered how over-packed her trunk was with her clothing and items she needed for college. Two large green signs almost three hundred yards in front of her had the words "Harlan County Line" on the top and "Gatesville" on the bottom one. It was only 4:30PM so if she was lucky she might make it to the town before any of the garages closed. Going slow was also a hazard so she held the steering wheel tightly as she guided the car to the exit ramp. At the top of the exit was another sign that said "Gas 5 miles" with an arrow pointing to the right.
"Just a little bit more," Michelle said to herself as she drove the car down the lonely two-lane road. Again she kept the speed around 25 mph even though the speed limit sign ahead said 45. As the car moved around a sharp curve she saw the flashing red and blue lights in her rearview mirror. The road was so narrow at that point and it did not give her a safe area to pull off so she continued down the road almost a mile before pulling into an empty parking lot in front of a closed general store. "PULL OVER!" the loudspeaker said from behind her.
"What do you think I'm doing," she whispered as the car came to an abrupt halt.
"PLEASE STAY IN THE CAR!" sounded the next instructions. Michelle locked her hands on the steering wheel and looked in her rearview mirror as the drivers door opened on the police car behind her. She saw a large man in a policeman's uniform slowly walking up to the back of her car.
"What's wrong officer?" Michelle asked as she turned her head and looked over the dark sunglasses of the tall man now standing next to her door.
"Quiet ma'am," he said coldly. "License and registration please."
"I have a bad tire..." she started to say before he grabbed her driver's license and registration from her small hand.
"Please follow my car," the stern man said as he turned and returned to his patrol car.
Michelle thought about calling her parents but didn't have enough time to find her phone in her purse which had fallen from the seat next to her onto the floor when she stopped short. The cop turned off his revolving lights and pulled next to her.
Michelle smiled as she glanced his way but did not see any expression on his face. As the police car moved forward she quickly fell in behind him. The cop had no compassion for her bad tire and was quickly doing fifty miles per hour. Her fingers were blue from holding the steering wheel so tightly as she prayed the tire would not burst.
Michelle had not passed the panic point yet but was getting real close to it. She had heard stories about small town cops taking advantage of people but really didn't believe it. Now she was not so sure. As soon as she made it to the town she would call her parents.
The buildings of the town could be seen ahead when Michelle's tire finally gave out. After a loud bursting sound the car pulled sharply to the right and headed down into the small drainage ditch. Michelle was too weak to pull the vehicle back onto the road and held on as the red convertible smashed into the dirt bank on the far side of the ditch. Michelle didn't have time to think as the airbags deployed and the one on the steering wheel smashed into her face and chest. Suddenly everything became dark.
How long she was out she didn't know as her eyes slowly opened to see a single light bulb hanging down from the ceiling above. She had such a headache and couldn't stop the moan from within. She attempted to move her hands to her head but realized she couldn't move them. "Shit I'm handcuffed," she thought as she pulled on the metal constraints on her wrists behind her back. Her eyes quickly surveyed the room and saw a desk and a glass wall cabinet full of guns. She was lying on her side on a large sofa.
Suddenly the door opened and two men in police uniforms walked in.
"Why am I in handcuffs?" she asked sharply. "I did nothing wrong."
The large man moved behind the desk while the smaller man moved over and pulled her up to a sitting position.
"Reckless endangerment going too slow on the road and resisting arrest," the man behind the desk read from a clipboard.
"That's a lie! I had a bad tire and had to go slow. When did I resist arrest?"
"You didn't immediately pull over," the man said now smiling.
"There was no safe place to pull over," she said realizing they were arresting her on bogus charges. "I want to call my parents."
"Sorry but the phones are not working."
"Give me my cell phone," she said trying to be calm.
"Where would that be?" the shorter officer asked.
"In my purse. It was in the car before I crashed."
"I didn't see any purse. Did you Bill?"
"Nope definitely no purse." The deputy grinned.
Michelle was steaming mad but knew with the handcuffs on she was under their control. "Why am I wearing handcuffs? I'm no danger to anyone." The cold metal was starting to hurt her tender wrists.
"I'm sorry ma'am but since you resisted arrest the policy is to keep you restrained. Since the court house is closed you will have to stay tonight in the jail."
"The JAIL!" Michelle cried out. "I didn't do anything. My car had a bad tire and... please let me call my parents. They will pay you what ever you want. I have to be at my college tomorrow morning at 9:00AM."
"The phones are out," Bill said shaking his head. "I'm afraid we are going to have to ask you to remove your clothes and get into a jail gown."
"Oh God, re...remove...my clothes?" She repeated. "Why can't I wear what I have on?" She said almost in tears now.
"Policy," The taller deputy grinned. "Inmates sometime use their clothing to strangle themselves."
"You will also need to take a shower," Bill smiled.
Michelle knew from their expressions that she was in very deep trouble and knew there really was nothing she could say to convince them to let her go. "If I don't call my parents soon I'm sure they will have every police officer in the state looking for me."
"Is that right sweetie?" the deputy who had the last name Johnson on his uniform said. "Now we know police policy and missing persons must be missing for at least 24 hours before a general search is issued."
"Not let's get those cuffs off and get you back in the shower room to undress and clean yourself up," Bill said while leaning over and unlocking the metal restraints.
Michelle was sitting in a small room off a larger one and when the men walked in she had noticed a window just outside. She rubbed her sore wrists after Bill walked outside the door. Deputy Johnson walked out ahead of her and as soon as she cleared the door she jerked her wrist from his large hand and dashed towards the door. Before she could even touch the doorknob he grabbed onto her waist and jerked her tiny body back into his large one. "Now that wasn't nice," he whispered into her ear.
"Please let me go," she begged feeling his hands exploring down her flat tummy over the waistband of her jeans and then to her sides and then down over her nicely rounded hips. Suddenly he twisted her around to face him.
"Give me your hands."
Michelle moved her trembling hands up until they moved outward together. She saw him click one of the cuffs on her wrist and the other one on his. There was no way she was going to run again. "We are going to be together for a while."
"Together...but I have to undress and...shower," she gasped.
"I know," he chuckled before turning and leading her towards the back of the jail.
Bill had the flimsy very thin gown laid out on the bench in front of his locker next to the small shower stall. He was about to go look for Ned and the girl when the door opened and they walked in.
"Please don't make me do this," Michelle begged with some tears flowing down from her scared eyes.
"Now hush," Ned whispered. "It'll be over in no time. Let's get those tight jeans off first. Before she could move back his fingers pulled open the snap and then jerked her fly open. Both men stared at the top of her exposed tiny white lacy bikini panties.
"Please don't hurt me," she sobbed.
"We won't hurt you as long as you cooperate," Jed said. "Just let Bill take off your jeans."
Michelle froze when the smaller man grabbed onto her jeans and pulled them downward over her skimpy undies. They were so tight the panties grabbed onto them and moved downward as well. "Oh my panties," she cried as she moved her one free hand down to clutch the waistband of the panties before they found out she was a natural blonde.
"Ha...ha," Jed laughed as Billy's forceful hands pulled the jeans down and off her jeans. She lifted her feet to allow him to free them from her quivering body.
"Now those are some really sexy panties," Jed commented. "You wouldn't be one of those escort women would you?" His eyes focused on the small mound of pubic hair resting on top of where her young pink slit would be.
"I'm...a...college...girl," she somehow got out. Her face and body was now a bright red from the embarrassment and stress she was under.
"You know Gatesville takes a hard stance on prostitution," Bill chimed in.
"Well lookie back here," Jed laughed. His eyes moved down under her tight tee shirt to the butterfly tattoo just over the top of her panties above her ass cheeks. "Little missy here has a tattoo. I wonder if she has anymore of them. I hear gang members like to wear tattoos."
"Tha...that's the...only one," she said now closing her eyes hoping that she was dreaming all of this and when she opened her eyes that she would be far away from these men.
"I'm afraid we will have to check her whole body for gang tattoos," Ned announced. He released her hand from the cuffs and slowly lifted the bottom of her tee shirt.
Michelle lowered her arms to prevent losing her shirt. "I don't have any more tattoos."
But Ned was a whole lot stronger and his strength over powered her. She raised her arms to prevent hurting them and soon found herself in front of them in only her matching bra and panties. She glanced down at the wedding ring on Ned's hand. "What would your wife say if she knew you do things like this?"
Ned chuckled. "She left me last year because she got tired of the spankings I gave her for being bad. Now you aren't going to be bad are you?"
"Na...no," she whispered.
"To make it easy for you to undress I'm removing the cuffs again. Now please don't try to make a run for it again," Ned grinned before putting the small key in the lock and freeing her hand.
As Michelle rubbed her sore wrist she heard the shower come on behind her. When she turned Bill was closing the clear glass door. "I think it's just the right temperature."
"Will you please let me take the shower in private?" Michelle asked.
"Yes but we cannot leave the room," Ned answered. "Bill and I will turn around and you can undress and get inside."
Michelle took a deep breath when Bill walked by her and faced away. No male had ever seen her totally naked before and only her ex-boyfriend had seen her breasts and pubic mound in the darkness of her car. Her fingers trembled as she released her bra and shoved down her panties. Her body dashed into the shower and found it to be too hot. "OUCH!"
Bill had planned making it too hot because it would stop her from going inside. Both deputies turned around and saw her naked backside standing in the shower doorway. Her ass was better than expected. "Is it too hot?"
"Yes," she blushed when she turned to see them glaring down at her bare butt. She quickly turned the large handle back to the right and felt the water cooling down. Three seconds later she scurried inside and closed the door.
"What am I going to do?" She asked herself as she faced away from the bad policemen. "I've got to be smarter than them and use what I have to my advantage. There is no doubt that they want to Ra*e me."
Bill and Ned sat on the bench with two large boners as they watched the naked girl in the shower show. They had already seen this show once with a runaway teenage girl about three months ago but that girl was nothing compared to this one. That girl had tattoos covering her body and had been around the block a few times. They didn't have to Ra*e her because she was the one who initiated the intercourse.
Michelle knew she had to show them her body so she dropped the large bar of soap on the floor and bent over slowly to pick it back up. Her legs were open just enough to flash them her pink slit before she stood again and reached back to rub the soapy fingers over her naked ass.
"Jesus," Bill whispered. "I get her first this time." The last time Ned got the runaway girl first and had promised the next one for him.
"Shit," Ned groaned when he remembered his promise. He would stick to his word but suddenly Michelle turned her body just enough for them to see her perky little breast and tiny pink nipple. She moved her head back under the spray while pushing out her chest even more. "You can have her in the shower but I get her on the bed in the cell."
"What? I can't fuck her in the shower," Bill whispered.
"That's the deal. Take it or leave it," Ned smiled.
Bill glanced into the shower as Michelle did a slow 360 degree turn. The water had darkened her blonde bush as the hairs projected straight downward over her pink pussy. "OK, I'll let you know when I'm finished."
Ned wanted to watch but figured he had better cover the front office in case someone came in. "You won't last more than a couple of minutes anyway."
"Fuck you," Bill said. After Ned left he quickly pulled off his uniform shirt, gun and holster, pants and finally his boxers. His five inch hard-on pointed up at a 45 degree angle.
Michelle heard the door close and peeked out the shower door at Bill who was undressing. She had experience jerking off her ex-boyfriend but that was in the back seat of her car and not in a jail shower. When Bill exposed his hard penis she quickly turned and closed her eyes while waiting for the inevitable.
"Do you need some help?" Bill whispered after opening the door. Up-close and not through the frosted door her ass looked even better.
"You shouldn't be in here," Michelle whispered back. She still had to resist him but her goal was to get him off before he tried to fuck her. He didn't answer her but did put his rugged hand on her right shoulder. She flinched but didn't slap his hand away.
"That's a girl," Bill grinned. He reached down and removed the soap from her hand and then slowly rubbed it across the upper part of her back. When he got enough soap on the hot skin he placed the soap back into the small soap dish hanging under the shower head.
"Do you always wash your prisoners?" She asked feeling his fingers spreading the soap now over her back and shoulders. Michelle knew she had almost a perfect body because of all the comments from the boys and even the girls back home. For the first time she realized that she could use it to her advantage. As his fingers moved slowly down to the top of her ass she reached her hands forward to support her body while pushing her buttocks back at his hands.
Ned looked at the clock and saw it to be almost eight o'clock. Pretty soon her parents would be nervous waiting for her call. He placed his feet up on his desk and listened to see if she would scream when Bill touched her. So far it was pretty damn quiet. "Maybe this girl will be a lot easier than I thought," He wondered.
Michelle gasped when his fingers cupped both of her buttocks. She gasped again when his middle finger took the middle path between her cheeks and rubbed over her tiny puckered rear hole. When he pushed it inside she squeezed her anal muscles. "Please don't."
Bill laughed. "Man that sure is tight." He pulled his finger out making a small popping noise and then reached further under to suddenly discover this girl was a virgin. "Holy shit. I didn't think they made virgins anymore." He rubbed softly up her closed slit to her swollen clitoris.
Michelle panicked when he first touched her pussy but relaxed as he rubbed her little clitty. She knew it was time to try and get him off so her hand moved around her hip and then backward until she touched the swollen thick knob. Her eyes opened wide when she felt how thick it was.
"That's it little girl. Get it all nice and hard to break your tight cherry," Bill laughed. But after a few seconds of her hand squeezing and stroking he realized he was about to cum. "Stop!" He jerked her hand away. "Bend forward and let me make you a woman."
"Oh God," Michelle thought when his hand pushed her shoulders forward. She tried to close her legs to prevent him from pushing his cock up into her but he jammed his knee between them. She felt the thick crown moving under her butt and between her thighs so she reached up under her puss and guided the head lower causing it to rub against her clit. "Oh yes right there," she moaned hoping he would make the effort to get her to cum.
"You like it there do you?" Bill chuckled. He held onto her hips as he pushed his cock forward and back, forward and back.
"Oh God that feels so good," Michelle panted. Her plan was working however and as much as her mind resisted it did feel pretty good.
"Ha," Bill laughed. It felt damn good to him as well because his stomach kept pushing into her soft wonderful ass and her fingers rubbed him as he fucked her slit. He didn't realize he was cuming until it was too late. "Oh SHIT!" He cried as he tried to reach down under her ass and guide his hard-on through her gate but it was way too late. His hot spunk splattered into her hand and fingers as she milked him dry.
"Was it good?" She giggled as she dropped his shrinking penis and turned for the first time to show him her perfect tits and flat tummy. Her hand turned over to wash the white spunk from her fingers.
"Man, you are so...beautiful," he grinned while cupped her young morsels and rubbing over her very hard gumdrops. "I wish I was hard again."
Michelle knew the man she should fear was Ned who was waiting his turn in the other room. "It's not fair that he gets to take my virginity."
"I know," Bill frowned. "But it is his turn."
"You have two bars on your uniform. Aren't you in charge?"
Bill was a two bar deputy to Ned's one but the other man was also a foot taller and fifty pound heavier. "Well yes I'm in charge," he bragged. Michelle's fingers were now twirling in the pad of chest hairs centered between his hard nipples.
"We have all night and I was hoping you could...you know...teach me about sex. Is there anyway to make sure he doesn't bother us?" She leaned forward and suckled on his nipple.
Bill had never seen a woman, any woman this gorgeous before. To spend a whole night would be worth fighting Ned for. "He's pretty big."
"I know but you are smarter," she giggled. Her fingers toyed with his semi-hard penis. "I have a plan if you want to try it."
"A plan?" Bill repeated. He felt his cock getting harder. "Yes tell me your plan."
Ned was getting impatient and realized Bill had been with the girl for almost thirty minutes. He knew Bill couldn't last that long so he decided to check out what was holding up his turn. He took two steps towards the locker room when the door opened and Bill walked out wearing only his boxers.
"Shit man you lasted longer than I expected," Ned grinned. "How was she? Was she as tight as she looks?"
"Oh man she definitely has one tight pussy," Bill laughed. "Why don't you go, get undressed in the cell and I'll bring her in to you?"
"Thanks pal," Ned smiled. He really didn't mind sloppy seconds with this girl. He moved down the hallway to the large cell containing the single bed and mattress and quickly undressed. He made sure to place his gun on the rack outside so she couldn't get to it. After leaning back on the bed wearing just his stretched out briefs he heard the footsteps and then saw Michelle walk in wearing only her tiny white panties. "Shit look at those little titties," he laughed.
Bill was holding Michelle's arm like he was guiding her and when they stood in front of the cell door he let her go.
Ned was ready to pull her up onto the bed with him but she didn't walk towards him. After taking two steps onto the cold tile floor she turned and grabbed the steel door. With one giant pull the door slammed shut with Michelle and Bill smiling at him.
"HEY...WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING!! OPEN THIS GADAMN DOOR UP RIGHT NOW!!" Ned screamed as he jumped off the bed and jabbed his arm through the bars at Michelle's thin throat. She jumped back just in time.
"Sorry Ned," Bill smiled. "It's really my turn and I've decided to spend the whole night with her."
"WHAT! LISTEN HERE YOU MOTHERFUCKER. I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE!"
"Maybe?" Bill smiled. "But you better be ready to take a shotgun blast first."
Ned took a deep breath and held onto the cold steel bars with both hands. "Bill, listen man. You can have her the whole night. Why didn't you say you wanted her? Let me out of here and you two can have the bed." Ned tried to hold his anger back as he tried to return the trick.
"Na...you know. We talked about it and having sex on that dirty little bed is not what we had in mind," Bill smiled. "Now don't scream all night and lose your voice because you know no one can hear you through these cinder block concrete-filled walls. "I'll be back around 7:00AM tomorrow morning."
"WAIT...WAIT!" Ned shouted as the two walked out of the cell area.
"One down and one to go," Michelle thought suddenly feeling excited that she could get out of this with her cherry intact. "So where can we find a nice big and clean bed?" She asked.
Bill knew she had already tried to escape once so he wasn't going to give her another chance. "First let's get you dressed and then we can discuss our options."
"OK," she smiled as she wiggled her cute little tail walking ahead of him back into the locker room. When they got to her clothes she decided not to put on her bra. "You don't mind if I go braless do you?" She asked in her best 'little girl's' voice.
"Not at all," he grinned before reaching out to rub over her firm mounds again. "It will make it much quicker later."
Michelle forced a grin and let him touch her breasts for almost three minutes before it was starting to feel really good. However a lot depended on just where he was going to take her next.
"Let me get dressed or we will never get out of here," she giggled. She moved back and pulled her jeans up over her panties which she realized were slightly damp. Once they were in place she put on her tee shirt and smiled at her sharp nipples pushing out the front. "Are you ready?" She glanced down at the large bulge in his pants and knew his answer.
"Dam right," he grinned. As Michelle walked in front of him to leave he grabbed her arm and clicked the handcuffs on her left wrist. "I think you might be a little too fast for me to catch."
"Shit," Michelle thought when she saw the cuffs. "No need to worry." She dropped her captured wrist downward until her fingers brushed over his obvious erection. Her fingers again squeezed and played until a small damp spot formed on his slacks.
"Hey cool it," he laughed feeling his dam about to burst again.
She tried to keep touching him but he jerked his wrist and hers back up to their waists. Michelle followed his lead into the main office and noticed the lights on the phones which meant the phones were working. She moved with him to the front door hoping someone outside might see her but instead he locked the door and turned. "Let's go out the back." He was not as dumb as she had thought.
As they entered the hallway they heard Ned's voice. "Bill, don't do this," he said. "You're making a big mistake. You know we can't let her go."
His last words sent shivers down her spine. By not letting her go it meant they would have to kill her. Now she was not only protecting her virginity but also her life.
"Don't listen to him." Bill said as he unlocked the back door and ushered her out ahead of him.
Michelle saw the back of her car parked behind an out building behind the jail. If only she could get to her cell phone but there was little chance of that. When she walked through the jail office she noticed the time was almost nine thirty which meant her parents would be definitely worried about her. If only she could hold out a little bit longer. "So where are we going?"
"A friend of mine is out of town. I'm sure he won't mind if we use his house for the evening," Bill grinned.
"Wouldn't a motel be better?" She quickly asked.
"Nope...Jimmy has a real nice king size bed with full mirrors above it. He told me to use it anytime I wanted."
As soon as Michelle moved into the squad car and when he moved behind the steering wheel her hand moved back to his crotch and discovered he was still hard. "Can I see it again? I haven't really seen one up close before."
"Sure baby," Bill answered. He unzipped his fly and opened his slacks. Her fingers fished into the opening of his boxers until she whipped it out. "Why don't you look at it really close?"
Before Michelle knew what he wanted his hand moved behind her head and forced it downward until his hard cock pressed into her face. "Oh God he wants me to suck it," she thought. "I've...never...given...a...blowjob...before," she gasped as her nose pressed into his taunt sac of testicles.
"We have a fifteen minute ride so go ahead and teach yourself," he laughed. His hand released her head and he felt it rise up but not far. As he pulled out of the jailhouse parking lot he felt her tiny little kisses moving up and down his thick rod.
Michelle knew she had to get him off again and a blowjob was better than the alternative. Even though she had not gone down before she knew from her friends what to do. As her rosy soft lips kissed up over his swollen crown her tongue flicked out and licked the pre-cum from the tip.
"Oh yes," Bill moaned.
"Am I doing OK?" She asked knowing that she was.
"Definitely," he replied. Again she licked and again he moaned. It was then her lips opened wide and she forced as much of his prick into her throat as possible. Once it was inside her lips clamped tightly around it and her tongue rubbed along the sides. "Jesus, are you sure you haven't done this before?"
Michelle didn't answer as her head rose and lowered about five times. She was giving her first blowjob and decided then that it wouldn't be her last one. It was experiment time for her while she pushed her sharp teeth into his flesh and felt his body shutter. After that her mouth popped off and she licked up and down it like an all-day sucker.
"AH FUCK!" Bill cried out as his squad car flew through a red light. "I'm CUMING!"
Michelle was not ready for him to cum so quickly without warning. She moved her head back as his first eruption of hot lava splashed up onto her forehead. Her first reaction was to move back but his hand once again pushed her head down until his hot pecker pressed into her lips which she opened just as the second load erupted. "OMMPHGHH!" She grunted trying to get some air before drowning in his hot juices. Finally his hand relaxed on her back and let her sit back up.
Michelle jerked her head back and looked for some place to spit out his cum. She heard him laugh as he put down her window. Her head dashed out and she spit his cum as far out as possible. After three attempts to rid her mouth of his taste she realized it would take more than just spitting. She sat back and wiped off the excess from her lips with her forearm. "You could have warned me."
"Why...it was a lot more fun to see you gagging," he laughed.
Michelle wanted to slap the hell out of him but held back. So far she had gotten him off twice and wondered how much more he had in him.
"Here...wipe me off," he ordered as he handed her a box of tissues.
Michelle did as he said and lifted his limp noodle before wiping off the sticky evidence. As he relaxed the tip of his penis slithered back into the opening in his boxers until it disappeared. She now sat back as she watched the landmarks along the highway in case she had to tell someone where she was.
"Tom relax,' Margaret Allen said to her husband for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. "She probably just forgot to call."
"Michelle would never forget," Tom growled. "Something is wrong. She should be at school by now. I'm calling the State Police."
Margaret was nervous too and was happy her husband was calling. They had called Michelle's cell phone but the recording said it was not turned on. After ten minutes of talking to the State Police Tom hung it up and sat down.
"They will send out a notice but won't start searching until tomorrow morning. I'm going to go look for her."
"Where are you going to look?" Margaret asked. "There is over three hundred miles of road."
"She was supposed to call every hour. If she goes 70 miles per hour then she's less than 70 miles from here."
"But what if she forgot," Margaret said as he pulled on his jacket and grabbed his keys. "I'm going with you."
"No, you have to stay here in case she calls," Tom said suddenly looking really scared for his little girl.
It was really too dark for her to see a lot of street or road signs but she did see a sign that said HONEY FOR SALE. It was then that the squad car turned onto a dirt road. A few hundred yards more Bill stopped the car and smiled. "It's Showtime."
Michelle knew now that since they were alone it would be up to her to escape. She also knew now that once he was through using her body that he would kill her. As she stepped from the car she noticed a large barn and a large dark field with boxes scattered around.
"This way," Bill said before jerking her wrist causing some sharp pain.
"Oh," she moaned. "That hurt." She had thought he was the gentle one but now was not so sure. He opened the backdoor with a key he found under an old milk jug and pulled her inside.
"Want something to drink?" He asked as he passed the refrigerator. He figured if she got a little high that she would be willing to do some of the kinky stuff Jimmy had stored away in his bedroom upstairs.
"Yes, thank you." Michelle took a cold can of cheap beer from him and took a swallow. She had to get the sour taste of his cum from her tongue and mouth. As she sipped it Bill gulped down one and another whole can. She knew that too much alcohol deflated a man's libido. "Are you going to take off my cuffs? I have no where to run out here. Besides I don't want to run. I want you to teach me."
"Oh I'll teach you alright," he grinned. "There's a classroom just up those stairs."
Michelle turned and saw the old wooden stairs and then felt a hard slap against her right buttock. "SMACK!"
"Ouch," she said while turning to escape another hit. "Please don't hit me."
"You've been bad," he grinned. Of all his fantasies spanking was the tops. "And I'm going to have to punish you."
"No please...I've been good to you haven't I? I touched you and then sucked...you. I'm not a bad girl."
"But I just met you and you've been so dirty and shameful." He released the hand cuff and grabbed her arm before she could go anywhere. "Walk up those stairs."
Michelle cringed with each step on the old creaky stairs. She looked around for something to use as a weapon but didn't see anything. When he pushed her into the first door she stopped and gasped. In the middle of the room was a large bed with black sheets. Mirrors were on the ceiling above it and ropes were tied to the bedposts. "What...are you...going to do...to me?"
"I told you," he whispered as he grabbed a hold of her tee shirt. With one pull it ripped in half and he pulled it from her bare breasts.
"No STOP!" Michelle begged as her feet backed away from him and his terrifying look in his eyes. "If you be nice to me I'll be nice to you." She realized she was willing to give up her cherry to stay alive.
"Oh you will be nice to me," he laughed before burping loudly. "Get those jeans and panties off now!"
"OK..." she said. "But calm down and we can have some real fun tonight." Her trembling fingers slowly opened her jeans and pushed them slowly down her legs. Across from the bed was a window that was open about five inches. "Aren't you going to undress too?" She asked as she removed her panties.
"Dam straight," he answered as he removed his uniform, his gun belt and then his boxers. He wasn't hard but knew that he would be in a few minutes. "Get on the bed face down."
"Face down?" she repeated suddenly fearful that he was going to Ra*e her ass.
"YES!"
Michelle heard his scream and jumped back onto the bed like he commanded. Her legs pressed together as well as her butt cheeks. "Bill please don't hurt me."
Bill didn't respond as he moved to her feet and picked up one of the ropes. He jerked her feet over and tied it to the bedpost.
"What are you doing?" she asked not able to move her foot. Suddenly he grabbed the other one and did the same to the other bedpost. Her legs were now wide open and no matter how hard she tried to squeeze her cheeks together she could feel the cooler air on her unprotected anus.
Tom's car sped out of town making sure to stop at each rest stop to ask the ones inside if they had seen his daughter. About an hour out his phone rang and he saw his home phone number on the ID. "DID SHE CALL?" He yelled into the phone.
"No...I was hoping you had found her..." Margaret said almost in tears. At least when her husband was home she didn't think about what could have happened to their beautiful young daughter.
"Nothing yet," he said. "I wish I had left earlier."
"You didn't know," she said. "Tom drive safely." She didn't want to lose him too. "Call me if you find anything."
For the next forty minutes his eyes were very tired as he looked on the sides of the road to make sure her car wasn't in a ditch somewhere. It was a few minutes later he saw the tiny Harlan County Line sign a long way down the road and then slammed on his breaks. Luckily no one was following him as he pulled to the side of the road and drove like a mad man in reverse. He slammed on his breaks and jumped from his car. "Cubby." Tom picked up the tiny stuffed bear and looked at the sign. A few minutes later he pulled off the highway and headed towards Gatesville.
"Not my hands too," Michelle begged when Bill tied them both to the upper bedposts. She now had her arms and legs spread out towards the bedposts and knew she was helpless.
"Now tell me you are a bad girl," he grinned while sitting next to her prone body.
"No, I'm not bad. I'm a virgin remember? You can be the first just turn me over," she said feeling tears forming.
But instead of responding he lightly tapped down on her left pink buttock. "Tell me you are a bad girl and I won't hit you hard," he whispered.
"Yes...I've been bad," she said quickly.
"What have you done?" he again gently padded her soft flesh.
"I've let you touch me and rub your...penis against me.' She felt his tap her again.
"Against your what?'
"My vagina...I mean...my...pussy." She could now hear him breathing harder and knew it was her saying the nasty words doing it to him. "My pussy was so wet when you rubbed...your...cock on it. He patted her softly again and she glanced back to see him stroking his hard penis. "Then I sucked your hard dick and played with your balls."
"Ohhh," Bill groaned. "And, I was bad too because I touched your little titties."
"Yes, you were so bad touching my hard nipples and my very wet pussy lips. If you were so bad you should get a spanking too."
Bill stopped jerking off and smiled. "I've been bad too. Will you spank me?"
"Yes but...I can't...take off the ropes and I'll spank you."
Bill was beyond reasonable thoughts or fears. His simple mind only wanted one thing at that point. He quickly released her ropes and pulled her from the middle of the bed so he could take her place.
"I'll need to tie you up too," she whispered as she rolled the rope around his ankles and tried to tie them.
She did the wrists and looked down at the sick man. Although she could run she was afraid he would somehow get out from the ropes and catch her.
Tom pulled into the tiny little town of Gatesville and saw the post office and general store. Finally at the end of the street he saw the sign for the police department and pulled up to the front door. But the lights were off and the door was locked. "Shit." As he moved behind the building to try the rear door he saw it. A small red fender jotting out from behind the shed. "Michelle."
In his haste to get Michelle to his squad car Bill had not fully closed the rear door of the jail. Tom moved inside expecting to find his daughter in a jail cell when he heard someone's voice.
"It's about time you got your ass back here," Ned said when he heard the door open. "I hope you got rid of that girl so we won't be caught."
Tom froze when he heard the man's words. That girl had to be his daughter. He peeked around the doorframe and saw the almost naked man in the jail cell. "Who the fuck are you?"
Ned jumped back when he saw the bigger man. Not fat big but very muscular. "I'm...the deputy. Who are...you?"
"I'm the father that girl you just mentioned and if you don't tell me where she is in the next 30 seconds I'm going to pull you out of that cell and beat the shit out of you."
"Girl?" Ned said as he moved back. "Listen if you don't let me out of here you will be in serious trouble."
Tom remembered his days in the Special Forces and the way to use his hands and fists. "Twenty seconds," he said while pulling the key off the hook next to the gun.
"Wait...hold up..." Ned said when he saw the man move to the door. "I had nothing to do with this. I tried to help her but the other deputy made me remove my clothes and lock me up in here."
"I don't believe you," Tom said firmly. "If you don't tell me the truth in the next five seconds I'm coming in."
"Ok...listen we just wanted to have some fun with her. Bill took her somewhere but I swear I don't know where," Ned said wondering if he could take the taller man.
Tom could see the man was telling the truth especially since he was in his briefs. "This is a small town so you must know where he might take her. Maybe a motel or a remote place."
Ned remembered Bill's friend Jimmy and the old house about ten miles out of town. "I may know where he took her but you will have to let me go first."
Tom had kept his cool pretty good considering his daughter was in serious trouble. But, suddenly he was pissed. "I really didn't want to do this but you've left me no choice." He opened the cell door and was about to charge inside when the burly man beat him to it. Both Tom and Ned went crashing to the floor. Suddenly Tom felt the large man's hands on his neck choking him.
Ned figured his weight and the fact that his man would soon be out of air was enough. He didn't feel Tom's right leg raise upward or when it hooked up over his head. But he did feel the leg curl around his head and jerk him backwards. His fat ass crashed back onto the floor and before he could stand Tom stood over him. "One last chance," Tom said before kicking into Ned's chest and then stepping onto his neck. "Tell me or I'll crush your windpipe."
"Ahhh...uhhhh," Ned grunted. When Tom lifted his foot slightly he said. "I'm sure he took her to a house outside of town. I'll take you there."
"I've been bad. Why aren't you spanking me?" He asked.
Michelle grabbed some of the excess rope Jimmy must have left in the corner and then his gun. "If I were you I'd stay in his house tonight," she whispered. "If you come outside you will be sorry." She turned and ran out the doorway.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Bill screamed as he pulled and tucked on the ropes. After about five minutes he managed to get his hand almost loose. Three minutes more his hand slipped out and he quickly untied his other hand and feet. Without caring about getting dressed he ran down the stairs bare ass naked and out the front door. He had hid the keys to the squad car in his shoes and smiled when he saw it still parked there. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" He shouted.
Michelle watched from the distance as he stood naked and proudly on the front porch. She had tried to find the keys in the car but when she couldn't she ran and hid. But not until she managed to do something her father had taught her as a little girl.
"You might as well come out because you know I'll find you!" he laughed. He walked to the squad car and pulled out a big flash light and walked around the yard pointing it at the various hiding places.
"Over here asshole!" Michelle yelled as she moved from behind her hiding spot and stood holding up the gun.
"Did you think I'd be so dumb to leave a loaded pistol in the room?" He laughed. "Now come on over here and let's make this quick."
Michelle smiled and turned before taking off running from the house. She managed to make it about fifty yards when she heard the crash of the beehives and then him screaming.
"Got-dammit!" Bill cried out after falling over a rope she had tied across the hives. "I'm not going to make it quick anymore!" As he stumbled to his feet he felt the first sharp pain on his left buttock. And then another on his shoulder. "What the fuck?" Before he could react the huge swam of honey bees covered his naked body. It was the last sharp sting on the tip of his cock that he felt before he fell onto the ground.
Tom had Ned cuffed next to him as he almost turned his car over making the turn onto the dirt road. He could see some lights in a house up ahead and the police car parked in front of it. Luckily he slowed the car down as he got closer because his naked daughter ran across the road in front of his car. He slammed on the brakes but not fast enough to prevent the front of it from crashing into a naked man covered with bees.
Michelle stopped and looked at the car. "Daddy?"
It was a few weeks later as her parents drove her towards Oklahoma that Michelle saw the Harlan County Line sign again. She closed her eyes and pulled Cubby to her lips. "Thank you Cubby."
