Keywords: M/F, oral, anal, Exhib, Humil, spank
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Law and Orders

  Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
 This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are 
under 18- 21 in some localities  If you are underage you must leave 
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the 
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange 
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this 
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral 
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	Law and Orders - (Law&.txt) - It's like all those southern prison
movies where girls are made to take off their clothes and shower on 
trumped up charges. Only this is one girl and she's made to do a lot 
more. M/F oral, anal, exhib., humil., spank. 


				Law and Orders

	Amy didn't believe places like this existed. It was like a
bastard out of Tennessee Williams by William Faulkner. There were
some low benches that must have been last painted in 1962 and a bench
made out of 2X4s and plywood.
	The judge used a hammer as a gavel and the public defender was
dead drunk against the wall. It was obvious they didn't care about due
process. They were burlesquing a fair trial as she was dragged in front
of the bench in handcuffs by the sheriff.
	"She was speeding, driving reckless and resisting arrest," the
sheriff charged.
	"I don't know if I was speeding since you don't put up any damn
signs, but I was only going about 35, and I wasn't being reckless," Amy
protested. "I don't know how I could have been resisting when this
yahoo dragged me out of the car before I even had a chance to get my 
driver's license out."
	"We-all like to hear yes sir, yes m'am and no m'am, no sir, from
our young'ns in these parts," the judge reprimanded her. "That'd be
resisting in itself. But from your potty mouth, I'm guessing you're not
from around here."
	Amy bit her tongue and shook her head. He didn't need to know
exactly where she was from.
	"And you a city girl?" he asked.
	She nodded. He was getting at something and she knew she wouldn't
like it. It seemed like she had dropped through a trap-door into a
bye-gone era where little towns could get away with crap like this. 
	"Then let me offer you a sophisticated way out of your
predicament- in my chambers," the judge grinned greedily.
	Amy was sophisticated enough to know what he meant, but not
sophisticated enough to like it. She wanted to know what her options
were.
	"Speeding is just a fine," he said, "It is a mite hefty, but I
reckon we could sell your car to cover it. Reckless operation would be
some fifteen days and resisting an officer- whooo- that's 30 days when
I feel right.
	"Forty-five days in jail and then you walk out of town. Or you
walk into the back room and we bargain it down," he gloated.
	It wasn't even the most outrageous thing Amy had ever done, but
she had done the other things because she wanted to. And she certainly
hadn't done them with men that looked like old toads.
	"What about my hands?" she asked as she stood next to his desk
in the back room still handcuffed.
	"You won't need them to do what I want," he said.
	He pulled open his robes and Amy saw what he meant. A reedy
erection with an over-large head sprung up out of his gray pubic hair.
He spread his legs in invitation.
	Amy resigned herself to this. It was better than losing a month
in this flea-bag town. She got to her knees awkwardly and bent down to
take his cock in her mouth.
	"Now we'll see how good you are when you can't use your hands to
cheat," he crowed as she sucked him.
	Amy was sure she was the best he had had with or without hands.
He was even sitting quiet as she sucked and not trying to jam his cock
down her throat. She could give him her best knob job that way. 
	She was doing that when he started bouncing up at her. It was 
almost cute the tentative way he thrust at her mouth as he got excited.
He was very gentle for such an evil man. He let her do most of the 
sucking and that made her grateful enough to bob furiously up and
down on his cock as he shot his cum into her mouth.
	She looked up and saw he was leaning back with his eyes closed.
	"That was indeed a might fine argument for leniency," he said
without opening his eyes. "Go back out to Cyrus and I'll be in to
make it official."
	Amy was trying to think how she would get over this embarrassment 
as she stood before the rickety bench again. She just wanted to go.
She gave the man his blow-job. She just wanted to go.
	"Cyrus, she had one fine argument in there," he addressed the
sheriff. "I can't see pressing all theses charges against the girl."
	The public defender snored and the judge brought down his hammer.
	"Motion sustained," the judge said, "I'm reducing the charges to
unbecoming behavior. Two weeks suspended on completion of a manners
rehabilitation course."
	Amy stared in disbelief. She didn't understand a word of the 
judge's spiel. Manners rehab? What the hell was that? The sheriff 
looked too satisfied for her taste. Whatever just happened wasn't good.
Amy was sure of that.
	"Take her into custody, Cyrus," the judge instructed the sheriff.
	"What about that stuff in your office!" Amy screeched
	"It's only three days, honey, that's a lot better than a month,
isn't it?" the judge said smoothly. "Besides, Cyrus caught you and he
should get something for his fine police work."
	Later, after the Stockholm syndrome had set in, Amy could see how
her attitude had been exactly wrong. Her fears and her rabid dislike
of the treatment hadn't brought her anywhere near the kind of
politeness the sheriff was expecting. She hadn't understood and the 
sheriff took that as willfulness that needed correcting.
	"Now, Missy, we need to get you some prison duds," Cyrus told her
when they got back to the cinderblock building that housed the jail.
	She was given a skirt that was little more than a towel with a
button sewed on it so it would hold around her waist and a man's 
undershirt. It really didn't matter that Cyrus watched as she stripped
to change into the uniform. The 'skirt' was no real cover, liable to 
flip open and reveal everything under it at any time. The undershirt
covered little and did nothing to contain her large breasts.
	She might as well be naked and Cyrus might as well see her nudity
from the start. She had stopped looking for sense in this nightmare.
	He tried to hide his interest in the flashes of flesh her obscene
costume revealed, but he was largely unsuccessful. He led her to a cell
and locked her down. She suspected he was peeping from somewhere, but
she didn't locate his peephole right away.

	Her first encounter was with a local yokel that didn't have
brains enough to light a 10 watt bulb. She sat on her cot swinging her
feet. There was nothing to do. She noticed him come in and then some
time later she looked back and he was still there, staring at her.
	When he saw he had her attention he grinned at her and said, "Howdy.
	"I heard Cyrus say he had a city girl in here and I ain't never
seen one of them before," he drawled. "You just might have the biggest
tits I've ever seen. 'Cepting Betty Sue it ain't close."
	It was a rude way to try and make friends. Amy just stared at
him, trying to wither him with her gaze. He went blithely on.
	"Could you come up here so's I can grab 'em?" he asked. "I know
just exactly how big Betty Sue's are. That way I could tell for sure."
	"No, I'm not going to let you 'grab 'em'" she said icily. "I
don't care anything about Betty Sue and her tits. If you can grab hers,
I'd go do that."
	The boy looked confused like she was speaking a foreign language.
He wasn't smart enough to be offended. Unfortunately she had been
overheard. The door opened and Cyrus walked in.
	"For a girl in jail for bad manners, you don't show no
willingness to reform," Cyrus scolded her. "Now I ain't saying you 
should let Billy Bob grab your titties, but you could be polite. Say:
'I'm sorry but these are for my beloved, I have to refuse.' or some
such."
	"How polite is it to ask to feel up some girl?" Amy retorted.
	"Askin' in itself is a triumph for Billy Bob," Cyrus said. "You
gotta realize some folks don't take to learnin' like others. I'd say
Billy Bob is about as polite as we can get him this side of a bullet
in his head."
	"What is he doing here in the first place? Is the big thrill in
this jerkwater town seeing who's in jail?" Amy snorted.
	"Oh no," Cyrus said with a seriousness that made Amy shiver,
"Billy Bob's my deputy. Watchin's a big part of being a deputy and Billy
Bob is good at that."
	Amy couldn't argue the watching part. Billy Bob was still staring
at her and showed no signs of tiring of the pursuit. She didn't want to 
ask if Billy Bob would be part of her 'manners rehabilitation'.
	"So now can I grab your titties?" Billy Bob asked.
	Amy took a deep breath and looked at Cyrus.
	"I'm sorry but I'm saving myself for my..., my husband," she 
struggled to remember what Cyrus had recommended she say. "Perhaps this
Betty Sue will allow you to fondle her."
	"I just want to see if they're as big as they look," Billy Bob
pouted, "I know I ain't gonna get none of you 'til Cyrus gets his."

	Billy Bob kept staring at her for a long time doing whatever it
was he substituted for thinking. Amy got used to him after a while.
	Billy Bob was the second one to refer to Cyrus getting his share.
Amy had no illusions that Cyrus couldn't make her do what he wanted.
She only wondered why he was waiting so long to make his move. It was
the sitting and being watched that was driving her crazy.
	Sleep didn't make her fate any easier. When she woke from a fitful
sleep on the microscopic mattress on the cot, Amy realized Cyrus was
at the door of her cell. She also became aware of her pose on the cot.
	She was on her back with one knee askew. The 'skirt' was twisted
in a rope high on her hips leaving her all but naked with her pussy
facing the sheriff. The undershirt still nominally covered her, at
least her nipples, but it had rucked up on one side to reveal most of
the undercurve of that breast.
	Cyrus was holding a tray and pretending to ignore the show. Even
in the flush of embarrassment, Amy smelled coffee and it smelled good.
She sat up and covered herself and Cyrus still pretended not to notice.
	"I'm going to let you out so's we can have breakfast," Cyrus
informed her.
	He turned the key in the door and then went back out to the
office. Amy got up and pushed the door open. Her first thought was
flight. Her second was how she was almost dressed. Only then did she 
look around and see how pointless it would be. There was a tiny window
at the other end of the hall that she probably couldn't have squeezed
through if it didn't have bars.
	The other exit went into the office. She walked toward the smell
of food.
	Cyrus had a breakfast laid out on the table, a big country 
breakfast. There were potatoes, grits, bacon and sausage and a big bowl
of eggs in the center of the table. The coffee had already been poured 
and Amy felt herself drawn to the aroma.
	"Is this my place?" she asked, standing behind the vacant chair.
	"See, she's polite already," Cyrus said to Billy Bob, who was
seated across from the empty chair with a red checkered cloth tied
around his neck like a bib.
	Cyrus nodded to the chair and Amy sat down. Buoyed by Cyrus'
praise she resolved to make an effort.
	"Do we have to pray or something before we start?" Amy asked,
eyeing the coffee.
	"Just as polite as can be, Billy Bob," Cyrus told his deputy and
then turned back to her. "You can eat now."
	She felt like a wolf as she heaped food on her plate and gobbled 
it down. She was hungry and the food was good. She was surprised when
Cyrus praised her table manners.
	She looked across at Billy Bob and decided Cyrus had based his
praise on the fact that she used silverware to shovel the food into her
mouth. That seemed to be an apex of civility in those parts.
	"Seeing your mood's improved, this may be an easy day for you,"
Cyrus said as he stood in the door of her cell as she used the naked
toilet in the middle of her space.
	Having him watch her piss wasn't helping her mood. She was trying, 
she was really trying, to give him the benefit of the doubt, but the
lack of privacy was hard to take.
	"You don't have to wash it or nuthin'" Cyrus said as she reached
for the toilet paper. "We won't be doing nothing on that end today."
	Amy had somehow become accustomed to her outfit. At least the 
shock had worn off. They'd seen it. It didn't matter so much any more if
they got another peek.
	Being reminded of all the times she'd been told that Cyrus was
getting his wasn't the same. She had been suckered into a bad deal by
the judge. It was a snap decision, a bad snap decision, to blow the
judge. The thought of Cyrus getting his reminded her of her rage.
	"Now you've been real nice so far," Cyrus told her as he led her 
by the arm through his office and then to the door. "But we know how 
easy it is to put on for a little while. We need to see how your polite
holds up to a test."
	With that, he opened the office door and pulled her out into the
sunlight. There was a grassy patch across the street from the Sheriff's
office. She would have called a tree lawn, but she didn't know what
locals called it. It was between the divided streets and it had a low
platform on it. Cyrus pulled her toward the platform.
	Billy Bob was already standing there as Cyrus hauled her up. Amy
was beginning to hear alarms go off in her head. She might be used to
her costume in the jail, but out in the light of day was another thing.
The bright light made the undershirt all but transparent and a few
people were beginning to notice.
	"Now be polite and this will go easier on you," Cyrus counseled.
	That didn't calm her at all. It sounded like a promise of doom.
	"Now missy," he said a bit louder and not exactly to her, "I'd
appreciate it if you got down on your knees and gave my cock a suckin'"
	She looked at him confused. He sounded different. She had admitted
the possibility that he might want a blow-job to herself, but she didn't
understand being pulled out into the middle of town for him to ask. She
tried a ploy.
	"I'm sorry but I'm saving that for my beloved," Amy was careful 
to get the words right.
	"That's purty, but that don't count for nothing this time," Cyrus
said. "You got an obligation to the court to be polite to me for the
next three days."
	"Could we please go inside? I could feel more comfortable if we
weren't in the middle of the street," she suggested as politely as 
she could.
	"These people were the ones that you endangered," Cyrus drawled,
"They deserve to see that you are no longer a threat."
	"Please, not out here, please?" Amy tried once more.
	"Once you start, it'll get easier," Cyrus said, just to her.
	The delay had only let more people gather around the soap box in
the middle of town. Amy saw hesitation was only making it worse. She
got down on her knees and tried to concentrate on Cyrus' pants.
	That worked until she was pulling his cock out. She couldn't
block the thought of all those eyes on her as she held Cyrus' cock.
There was nothing to wait for. She had to put her mouth on it.
	It was too unreal to be embarrassing. It was more like a
nightmare. Amy couldn't grant reality to any of the faces watching her
kneeling and sucking the sheriff's dick. It wasn't a part of her real
world, she clung to that. She could forget this and go on once she
escaped this insane town.
	Cyrus cooperated nicely, at least in getting an impressive 
erection. It seemed to take forever moving her mouth up and down his
cock for him to get truly excited.
	Then he began to fuck into her face. That was somehow easier to
take even with the way he made her gag on occasion. All she had to do
was keep sucking and let him thrust as he wanted to.
	It also meant he was getting near the end and her ordeal was
almost over. None of those views were important to her while she was
trying to keep from choking on the jizm he pulsed into her mouth.
	"Thank you, young'un," Cyrus said after a pause. "Now please put
that back and get on your feet."
	While she was seeing how many had watched her struggle to take
the sheriff's load as she got to her feet was not the time to remind
her her sentence had two more days to run, but that was exactly what
Billy Bob did. And worse, he reminded Amy that she was fair game now
that Cyrus had first use.
	"I believe they are bigger than Betty Sue's and I'm a gonna find
out now," Billy Bob was gleeful.
	No one shouted anything or stayed around long after the show was
over. The street was empty between them and the sheriff's office as
Cyrus led her back. Billy Bob was almost skipping as he followed them
and Amy was afraid she knew what was coming next.
	Billy Bob was crazy and, frankly, he scared her. She wasn't sure
what he might do and imagined terrible things. She wasn't ready to deal
with him raping her. It was blind panic and it was foolish. Even a
second more consideration may have made her hesitate, but she saw her
chance when Cyrus and Billy Bob left her alone and could feel the 
window of opportunity closing.
	She dashed out, dressed as she was, with no destination nor plan.
She was only trying to get away from the specter of Billy Bob laying 
over her, inflicting God knows what abuse on her.
	She made it three doors down before Cyrus cruised by in the 
sheriff's car and got out.
	"And you was doing so good before," Cyrus said. "I'm afraid I have
to assume you need a harder convincing."

	Amy was just telling herself that what was done was done when
Cyrus interrupted her self-recrimination. She had relaxed a little more
each passing minute when he had locked her back in her cell after her
escape attempt and left her alone.
	She was trying to convince herself that they were going to forget 
her attempt to flee. Cyrus had a smile that made her hope for good news.
It turned out to only be good for him.
	"Sometimes you got to get to the seat of a problem afore you can
drive a point home," he said as he reached around her to unbutton the
towel around her waist.
	She was already handcuffed to the bars of her cell above the cross
bar over her head. It didn't pull her up, but it did insure she couldn't
move far away. Now she was naked from the undershirt down and Amy knew
something horrible was coming.
	Her guesses had not wandered far enough to encompass the stinging
crack of a wide leather strap across her buttocks. She jumped forward
against the bars hard enough to bruise herself.
	"You better hold on to them bars or you'll beat yourself to
death afore I'm through," Cyrus advised.
	He wanted that pleasure for himself, Amy thought as the belt
landed again after a short pause. Then there was no pause between the
blistering slaps of pain and Amy held the bars tight to help herself
bear the blows.
	She was screaming before Cyrus stopped. Hot tears streamed down
her cheeks and she begged him not to hit her any more. She was still
anticipating a late blow when she felt a hand rub over her burning butt.
	"You strapped her good," she heard Billy Bob say. "Feel how hot
her rear end is. I betcha that's going to be real sore for a time."
	"It should be after she tried to run off," Cyrus said with no
joy, but no compassion either, in his voice.
	"Now you don't try no damn fool stuff like that again or I'll take
you back to Judge Sophers to get you a real sentence," Cyrus warned her
in the voice of a frustrated parent. "But just to make sure I'm gonna
make sure you get noticed if you try it again."
	With that he reached up to the neck of her undershirt in the
back and ripped it down her back. Then he tugged and pulled it off her.
	"We tried to give you a little consideration, but you showed us
you don't deserve none," Cyrus said. "Now you're going to have to be 
jaybird naked so's you think twice about running again."
	Amy was very sorry and not just because of the strapping. She 
didn't know why she thought she could get away. It was stupid to make
things worse, particularly in this town. She wanted to apologize, but
she didn't think Cyrus would listen.
	Then she had more to think about as Billy Bob began his
explorations again. She remembered what prompted her flight. Now she was
helpless for the dim-witted yokel to use any way he liked. The sound
of his zipper sent a chill down her spine.
	"Billy Bob, what you doin'?" Cyrus asked.
	"I'm fixin' to stick my pecker in this girl," Billy Bob said. 
"You had some, so's it ain't like I'm bucking line."
	"Today's day one," Cyrus said, sounding tired. "You can't do
nothin' to her pussy on day one."
	"Then can I grab her titties?" Billy Bob asked.
	"Go ahead, but just touch 'em, don't be yankin' on 'em," Cyrus
said with an air of surrender.
	"I just want to see if they's bigger than Betty Sue's or not,"
Billy Bob said as he reached around Amy and lifted her breasts.
	His cock still jutted out of his pants and she could feel it
resting between her buttocks as he hefted her breasts.
	"Well?" Cyrus inquired.
	"They might be a mite bigger, but not as hefty as Betty Sue,"
Billy Bob reported. "Betty Sue is meaty and this is like sponge rubber."
	"Good to know," said Cyrus, "Now you got plans for that thing 
prodding her butt or are you done for the night?"
	"I ain't putting my dick in her mouth," Billy Bob said.
	"Then unlock them cuffs and put her in her cell," Cyrus said.
	Hearing that Billy Bob didn't want a blow-job was the highlight
of her day. Having to eat in her cell rather than at the table was
one more indignity she had earned by her escape attempt. Not having
even the illusion of modesty also took its toll.
	Billy Bob had too much to stare at when he took up his post to 
look at her the rest of the evening. She wondered if anything went on
in that head or if he just saw without thinking as he sat with his
eyes fixed on her. Either way it was creepy enough.

	"Get up and show me your bottom, girl," Cyrus said as he woke her
the next morning.
	"Whooee, you mark pretty easy, girl," he said with a low whistle
as faint stripes were still visible on her backside.
	It was still sore, too. The ache had died in the night, but there
were reminders when she had to flex those muscles. It was tender to sit
on as well.
	She had rehearsed her piece to pass the time. She thought it might
have some effect now.
	"I'm sorry I tried to run away," she began, "I wasn't thinking. I
just ran. I was scared of what Billy Bob was going to do to me and my
feet took me away. I'm sorry I made you come get me."
	"Now that's a nice little speech," Cyrus said. "Act like you mean 
it and we'll have a better day today."
	She didn't think 'better' was a word she could use within 100
miles of this town, but Amy appreciated what he meant. He was just 
acting accordance to what he knew. The whole town was sick, mean and 
evil and Cyrus didn't know anything else.
	It was different at the table with her pretense of protection gone.
Billy Bob's manners improved as he had to slow down stuffing his
face to avoid forking himself as he stared at her breasts.
	She had to be careful of hot spills too, but mostly her problem 
was putting her weight on her tender backside. She tried not to make
too much of it because Cyrus grinned each time she shifted uncomfortably
on her chair.
	Her attitude had calmed a bit since the whipping. She considered
her actions more carefully. She didn't want some impulsive act to put
her in that position again. Certainly another strapping on her tender
ass would leave marks for a lifetime.
	"Now we's going to go and politely screw- just so's you know,"
Cyrus announced as he pulled her wrists behind her and cuffed them.
	"Do I have to go out like this?" Amy pleaded, "Can't I have some
clothes back? I don't want to walk out in the middle of the street all
naked like this."
	"You decided that when you run off. I can't say you're goin' naked
and then turn around and give you back your clothes, but you ain't going
in the middle of the street today," Cyrus told her.
	That was true. She had to go all the way across the street and 
down four stores as Cyrus and Billy Bob led her naked through the town.
A smiling leather-faced old man with white hair opened the door of the
store as they approached. He seemed honored that they were using his
store.
	Amy soon found out why. Beyond the chance to ogle her at close
range, the man was getting a great promotion. The little parade down the
street seemed to have drawn a big crowd around the shop's windows.
	Cyrus led her into the window. It was decorated as a bedroom.
The people didn't have to use any imagination to anticipate what was
going to happen. She stood naked by the bed, trying not to look at them
staring at her as Cyrus took off the handcuffs.
	"Now if you please, lay down on that bed and get yourself ready
for me to screw you," Cyrus said.
	Amy had pondered on the answer to that inevitable question also.
	"As it would be poor taste to ignore my obligations in that
regard, I will do as you wish," Amy said carefully.
	She still kept her eyes toward Cyrus, but her movements as she
sat on and then slid over on the bed were for the audience. She might
appear willing, but she didn't want to appear vulgar.
	"Am I ready?" Amy asked.
	"That's not my question to answer," Cyrus said. "Are you ready for
me to climb up and poke you with my pecker?"
	Then it came to her. All that not vulgar stuff was out the window-
pun naturally occurring- He wanted her to diddle herself in front of them.
The alternative was too uncomfortable to contemplate.
	She lifted her knees to partially conceal her actions and let her
fingers wander between her lifted thighs. She didn't shut the spectators
out of her consideration as she touched herself. As evil and bad and 
vulgar as it might be, their eyes lent a certain tingle to her
predicament.
	She was nervous and unsettled and it made her wet. It was beyond 
forbidden to unthinkable and flouting all decorum and decency made her
super aware of every touch of her fingers and every threat of Cyrus'
touch when she told him she was ready.
	Her hips began to move on their own and Amy knew it was time. She
pulled her hand back and lay open for Cyrus. She told him she was ready.
	Like a miracle, the crowd switched from ally to enemy as Cyrus
got over her. It was personal again. Those eyes weren't some force behind
the glass making her display a symbol of something lewd. They were people
that knew this man and were somehow connected with him as he was poised
ready to enter her.
	Now she was not the object of attention, he was. There was no
naughty tingle at being on display. She was back to the shame of being a
public whore for Cyrus' use. And in some sense all those people were
fucking her too as he pushed his cock into her.
	His thrusting was rudimentary in a way that made Amy think of his
prepared speech the day before. It was like a ritual fuck in front of
the congregation. It was like far too many things that jumbled through
her mind as he fucked her.
	Then it was like all the confusion and anger and helplessness of
the day she was arrested. Cyrus put his hand on her chest above her
breasts as he got up from between her legs.
	"You stay right there. You ain't done yet," he said.
	She expected to see Billy Bob naked, erect and ready to plow into
her, but he still had his pants on. Then she heard noise by her head.
	"Judge Sophers, she's ready for you now," Cyrus greeted him.
	He looked even more amphibian grinning wide. His eyes were bugged
out and Amy felt a premonition that his tongue was going to snap out
and lick flies from her body.
	"Now Cyrus said you've been real good since he had to whup you,"
the judge said into her face as he lay over her, "You keep bein' real 
good and you'll be on your way in no time."
	With that warning the judge was on his way inside her. He didn't 
have a script. He bucked and twisted, fucked her long and fucked her
short as he rooted between her legs.
	The only consolation was the ugly old man didn't last long. He got 
what he came for quickly and left his load with the sheriff's inside her.
She looked back at Cyrus.
	"Billy Bob's next," he said.
	It was Billy Bob that piped up in distress upon hearing that.
	"I don't want to fuck nothin' that's got all your spunk in it,"
he protested.
	Amy heard the waver in his voice. She guessed that it wasn't the
sloppy seconds that bothered the deputy. He might be a rude, crude
country boy, but it sounded like he wasn't an exhibitionist. He sounded
scared to drop his pants and fuck her in front of the townspeople.
	"Then let Ralph have her for letting us use his store," the judge
suggested.
	"Would you like to climb on, Mr. Miller?" Cyrus asked the
shopkeeper.
	"Well, I might," Mr. Miller said as he shuffled up from his
observation post behind them, "But could I get her to suck me like she
did you yesterday?"
	The judge and Cyrus exchanged looks and shrugs and Cyrus motioned 
Amy to her knees beside the bed. Miller came over and fumbled his cock
out in front of her face.
	He was protecting his privacy with his back to the window and Amy
was forced to see the faces in the periphery as she took him in her
mouth. This time she had a detached interest in those faces.
	What were they thinking as they watched? Was this like a picture
show to them? There were near as many women as men in the crowd. Were
they there to witness her humiliation or were they watching with the 
same excitement as the menfolk?
	It helped her not think of herself as she sucked the old man's 
dick in the window of his store. It occurred to her that she was wrapped
in an anonymity because these people didn't know anything about her.
What they saw wasn't really her.
	It was just some woman sucking a guy's dick. She was the only one
that knew it was her. She was the only one in the whole damn town that
knew who she was. It made it a little less terrible when the old guy
came in her mouth.

	It wasn't over by a long shot. The crowd parted around her, the
sheriff and his deputy without incident as they went back to the jail.
The same familiarity that calmed her in jail the first day had numbed
her to walking around naked. They had seen it all by now. What
difference did it make any more?
	That wasn't it. That didn't start until they were in the office
again. Billy Bob started whipping open his pants. 
	"Can I do her on your desk, Cyrus?" he asked.
	"No you can't do her on my desk," Cyrus snapped, "You can't do her
on our table neither- we eat off that."
	"He didn't want me before," Amy made the attempt, "Do I have to
let him have me now?"
	Cyrus grinned at that. He looked at Billy Bob with a teasing
smile.
	"Now she has a point there, boy," he said, "Why you so eager for
her now if you didn't want her before? You shy, boy?"
	"I didn't want her after Zeke Sophers," Billy Bob alibied, "That
was all."
	"I'm still full of their juice," Amy reminded Billy Bob.
	"You were going to do her on the desk," Cyrus chuckled, "I think
you shy, boy."
	Cyrus' fun at Billy Bob's expense didn't help her. She did get a
long-awaited bath, but it was under supervision. Billy Bob must have
reminded her to wash out her pussy ten times while they watched her
clean herself.
	It could have been comical if the boy wearing the sheriff shirt
and no pants wasn't going to be screwing her. He looked like a character
from a bad porno flick with his dick bobbing between the tails of his
shirt.
	They must have been a sight as Billy Bob followed her back to the
cot in her cell. The amusement of the parade faded as Amy knew the time
had come. The moment that had made her attempt to escape had arrived.
	Not wanting Billy Bob to manhandle her, Amy went straight to the
cot and lay down on her back. She waited for him to come over and make
her nightmares come true.
	Billy Bob looked lost. Amy wondered what he was waiting for.
	"I thought you had something you wanted to do," she said.
	"Well, you ain't supposed to like it," Billy Bob said. "Can't
you be a bit more peeved?"
	"Believe me, I won't like it. Now get over here or go out and
shut the door," she told him. 
	Billy Bob wasn't about to pass up his chance. He wasn't convinced
but he came over where Amy could grab his dick.
	"That lost some in the translation," Amy observed. "Let me get 
that back for you."
	She leaned forward to take his cock into her mouth. Billy Bob
jumped back from her.
	"No! Don't do that," he squeaked.
	Amy heard a laugh from the other room. It was no time to wonder
what Cyrus was laughing at. Billy Bob's cock was fading fast. Later
she would wonder at her reaction, but at the time she felt this was
some kind of tragedy.
	She jerked on Billy Bob's cock and in short order the progress
had reversed and it was growing again. She felt the need to act while
Billy Bob was still hard.
	When she looked back, she decided it was the transfer of power
that made her act. After days of being powerless, she was the one
pulling Billy Bob down and getting him between her legs. She was the
one that held his cock to make sure he found the spot.
	Then she was the one that grabbed for the sides of the cot as he 
launched into his brief fury of thrusting his cock inside her. It
took the deputy a minute tops to rabbit fuck into her and shoot off.
	She was plagued by contradictory thoughts. If she was going to
co-operate, she had picked the easiest time to do so. Against that,
she scolded herself for getting strapped to avoid such a small inconvenience,
	Small inconvenience had nothing to do with her last day of manners
rehabilitation. Amy had somehow missed the pattern of the last two
days. The morning gave her no clue. Breakfast was good as ever and she
was getting used to being naked in front of Cyrus and Billy Bob.
	She knew in a general way that another humiliating parade through
town was coming. She wasn't looking forward to it, but she had counted 
the days and knew she was supposed to be freed after today.
	She got up with reasonable cheer when Cyrus announced it was time
for her exercise. She put her hands behind her back and waited for him
to snap the cuffs on her wrists. She was a model of good behavior as
they walked toward the door. She didn't have a clue what was coming.
	No tree lawn, no general store, Cyrus walked her on a meandering
path to the far end of town. They walked on one side of the street,
crossed, walked a ways and crossed back. Amy felt Cyrus was going for 
maximum exposure. 
	She noticed the marquee on the local theater. "Bad manners
Punished", it sounded like a morality tale. She was surprised when it
seemed Cyrus was taking her to see the film. It was a total reversal
of her treatment on the first two days.
	She found out it was anything but that. She saw the bird-faced
lady they had passed coming out of the sheriff's office sitting at the
end of one of the rows as Cyrus led her down the aisle.
	Cyrus kept going farther down front and Amy knew she would get a 
headache if she had to sit that close to the screen. Then he walked her
up the steps to the stage in front of the screen and the lights blazed
on.
	"And mother said: if you're going to complain, then you don't have
to eat anything and snatched his bowl away." thundered in her ears from
the speakers on either side of the screen.
	The screen behind her showed her standing naked beside Cyrus as 
a figure 20 feet high. The realization flooded over Amy. She wasn't 
going to be shown a movie. She was going to be the movie.
	"You need your knuckles rapped- it will teach you many things...
Bad manners reflect on everyone in the town where you were raised...
Shame your mother... learn your lesson..." Amy heard snatches of the
preaching over the speakers as she looked around.
	It was a naked stage except for a two-tiered bench that looked
like a play motorcycle. There were two grips that looked like handlebars
on the far end. Cyrus freed her left hand from the cuffs and left
them to dangle from her right wrist as he led her to the contraption.
	He had her kneel on the lower tier, bend over the other and pulled
her hands out towards the grips.
	"Grab onto them and don't let go and I won't lock you down," Cyrus
told her.
	It was all a bit unreal. Amy looked up at her image, kneeling and
stretched forward. It was even easier to retreat into her denial. That
huge composite of colored lights had nothing to do with her. It was a
distorted view and nothing personal.
	She was so preoccupied with denying the image of her naked body 
was being projected on the big screen that she didn't see what else was
happening. Off to the side, Cyrus was matter-of-factly taking off his
pants. Perhaps Amy didn't notice because it was so plain what was
intended from the position she had been put in.
	Her heart did pick up a few beats when she saw the image of Cyrus
approach her behind. His cock was six feet long on the screen. That
huge image played tricks on her mind.
	"Now don't you move, don't you move at all or we'll have to make
you real sorry you did," Cyrus told her under the prattling voice-over
of crime and punishment moralisms that came from the speakers.
	Amy believed Cyrus was sincere. Grasping for any connection to 
reality in her isolated condition, Amy had fixed on Cyrus as a sort of
father figure. He was stern, but fair and she felt sure he had stuck
strictly to whatever wacky script he was reading from. She was
beginning to respect his devotion to duty.
	She traded her musings for concentration on his warning to stay
still when she felt Cyrus behind her. Her careful amnesia about her
stay was ripped away and her purposefully myopic memory of her treatment
came into sharp focus as she felt his cock nudge her asshole.
	 Her knuckles went white as she gripped the bar and her world
narrowed down to the space between her eyes and the place the bar in her
hands passed through the sturdy upright that held it. That and the tiny
circle of her anus that Cyrus was forcing into a bigger circle with his
cock.
	It seemed the huge intrusion was greased, but the only benefit of
that was that Cyrus' flesh didn't stick to hers as he forced her
sphincter to expand beyond its limit around his advancing cock. Guys had
put it in her ass before, but most of them had loosened her up and she
had been at least excited before they did.
	She was cold, you could say even a little more than cold, as the
sheriff drilled his cock into her unsuspecting backdoor. She certainly
hadn't been turned on by being projected many times life size on the
screen behind her. She was preparing for the discomfort of a rear entry
into her cunt when Cyrus shocked her by taking the narrower passage.
	She heard screaming before she realized it was her. She was
concentrating on holding tight, as if that would give her some protection
from the imposition being committed behind her. The screams came out 
without thinking. She wasn't dying, but the hurt and the feeling she
couldn't breathe was too much to bear silently.
	Cyrus didn't react at all to her screams. He kept pushing his cock
into her ass until he was pressed up against her rear. This wasn't
nothing compared to what was coming. He warned her.
	"You better save your breath because you'll have better reasons
to scream 'afore we're done with ya," Cyrus said.
	He proved it by pulling back and thrusting into her rectum.
Actually, that was the teeniest, tiny bit better that having him stick
his cock in her the first time. That didn't mean she appreciated the 
feel of him thrusting into her unprepared ass. Worst of all, Amy knew
she wasn't going to get any more prepared from his jamming his log
up her butthole.
	The inevitable charge of his cock filling her ass piled up inside 
her and she threw her head around for relief. That brought her face to 
tit with the realization that her ordeal was being shown, magnified, to
the rest of the theater. She didn't know how to respond to that. But
her confusion over her feelings made her forget Cyrus' cock in her ass
for a moment.
	She made her biggest mistake when she gave in to her curiosity
and looked to see her debut on the silver screen. She groaned in despair
when she saw the last four feet of Cyrus' four foot high cock appear
and then disappear between the cheeks of her huge, screen-hogging ass.
It magnified her expectations as she felt his thrust while she saw it.
	It was a bi-i-i-i-g dick going up her ass. Her mind confused the
fact and the movie. She suddenly felt several times as full as Cyrus
banged his cock into her butt.
	She never thought once of letting go. Her mind banged around inside
the cage of her obedience. She only freed her reactions to having Cyrus
butt-fuck her. She only felt her private feelings of duress at the 
painful pillage and a slighter concern for sharing it full-screen with
the audience.
	She squeezed the bar tighter during the pounding and cried out
with Cyrus as he slapped tight against her ass and shot his wad inside
her. There was a smattering of applause.
	"Now don't move. We ain't done yet," Cyrus warned her.
	Amy had loosened her grip on the bar and she instantly gripped
it white-knuckle tight again at his words. It was already bad enough,
she didn't want to be real sorry for breaking a rule.
	There was a pause as some difference of opinion came out about the
next act in the show. The speaker droned on and only those on stage
could hear the exchange between Cyrus and his deputy.
	"Now today's your turn," Cyrus was telling Billy Bob.
	"I don't want to go after you," Billy Bob was whining.
	"You lame-brain little shit, don't give me that," Cyrus was angry,
"You been beggin' for years to be part of the training. Now get over 
here and I don't want to hear excuses."
	"I can't, Cyrus," Billy Bob whined.
	"You ain't gonna be nothin' to nobody if you afraid to show people
your dick," Cyrus said, "Stop bein' stupid for a minute and get over 
here. It'll be over in a minute and then it'll be all right."
	"I can't, Cyrus, willie wilted," Billy Bob pouted.
	Amy was almost amused by the exchange and Cyrus' frustration. Her
amusement reversed itself when Cyrus went to plan "B".
	"I was afraid of that," Cyrus said, "That's why I got a back-up
plan."
	Amy noticed the flicker on the screen first and then looked across
the stage at the naked woman walking toward her. She was obviously a
popular girl because there were hoots coming from all over the audience.
	She was pushing up her tits and wiggling them as she walked toward
Amy. They were nice tits, about as big as Amy's, but it was the mis-
placed cock swinging in front of her that had Amy's attention.
	It was only average in diameter, but it was well over a foot long.
Amy could guess the plan. She began to sweat as she realized how far
that thing would go inside her.
	Amy took another forbidden look at the screen and watched as the
girl got behind her and reached out obscenely far to fit the head of 
her rubber dick to Amy's asshole. Amy was about to die and she still
couldn't make her fingers let go of the bar.
	"Please don't! You'll kill me!" Amy screamed in her panic, "I
can't take all of that!"
 	"Don't try to steal my show," the woman behind her hissed, "You 
can beg and all, but remember who you're begging."
	Amy's eyes went toward the skies as the dildo moved inside her.
Unfortunately, that brought the screen into view. A cold finger went
down her spine as she saw the magnified version of how much dildo 
hovered at the entrance to her ass. The woman had jammed the head up 
her ass and there was still as much as the two biggest cocks Amy ever
had, end to end, still waiting for its place in her rectum.
	"You'll kill me! You will kill me!" Amy whined.
	"The more you act like it, the nicer I'll be," the woman said.
	Amy knew she was being killed. She saw the woman push forward and
drive a good six inches of the dildo into her ass. There was so much
left. It would be coming out her ears soon. Amy screamed.
	`The woman lunged forward again and Amy screamed again. But 
something was wrong. It still felt like just the head was lodged in her
anus. She had taken 15 inches when she felt the head slide deeper into
her ass.
	"Now shut up, because I still can hurt you," the woman threatened.
	"Too much!" Amy screamed. "It's up between my tits!"
	Somehow the big thing had collapsed as the woman shoved it up
her ass. She wasn't about to complain. It wasn't as big as Cyrus' cock 
when it folded up.
	The interesting thing was the head stayed where it had been pushed 
when the woman began to make exaggerated thrusts into Amy's behind. Amy
watched the screen so she could holler when it looked like a foot of
strap-on had been shoved up her ass.
	They played the crowd, they certainly did. Amy could imagine the 
mess they would leave on the floor when they were done whacking off to
the show they were putting on. 
	That had to be what Betty Sue  was going for. It was pointless to wait
for the dildo to shoot off. Betty Sue would be able to hump her ass as
long as she wanted to. Amy was not comforted by that thought.
	They had saved her from the real horror they pretended for the
audience, but that didn't mean they were her friends. If anyone gave a
thought to her safety, it would probably be Cyrus. Betty Sue was probably
taking her orders from him. 
	Anyway, it was worse than just getting boned in the butt. The dildo
only pretended to move. It was stuck up her butt and stationary. At least
a real cock would demand her attention and give her some help yowling when
it drove into her.
	"Now you can let go the handles after I pull this out," Betty Sue
hissed at her. "Kind of drop down like you're dead and all."
	Then she made a show of pulling the dildo from Amy's ass a couple 
of inches at a time. Amy wiggled her ass convincingly as she demonstrated
how much cock Amy was purported to have taken. Watching the amazing length
emerge from her ass was enough to put Amy in character.
	It looked horrible on the screen. Amy was ready to collapse when
Betty Sue gave a final tug and pulled the dildo free. She hung down limp,
her hands still gripping the bars and then let go. She fell on the top
level with a plop. There was a murmur through the audience.
	Cyrus came over with a blanket and dropped it over her. Amy was
puzzled at this sudden modesty until Cyrus demonstrated his true intent.
He and Billy Bob each took two corners and lifted her like a sack between
them. She was carried off swinging like a big game trophy on a stick.
	They left her rolled up in the blanket while the theater cleared.
	"Now you got one more thing before we out-process you," Cyrus said.
	He was standing over her with a roll of toilet paper. He rolled her
up on her knees again and Amy felt her rectum being stuffed again.
	"The people like to have something naughty to titter about," Cyrus
said as he put a huge plug of rolled-up toilet paper in her ass. "I
think you'll look cute with a tail."
	Cuffed again and with a big wad of toilet paper sticking out of her
ass, Amy was led back down the street to the jail. Almost everyone was 
still hanging around on the streets, trying to look accidental.
	"Now we can start signing you out," Cyrus said as they walked into
the jailhouse. "Normally, I'd be askin' for your jail clothes, but you
gave them back already."
	The thought of freedom was not as joyous as she imagined. Amy was
confused by the idea. It seemed like more of a leap to try to go back to
her world after the last three days than falling into this strange world
in the first place. Part of her couldn't believe what was she was feeling.
	"Do you believe you have been damaged internally or externally
during your stay?" Cyrus was reading from a sheet of paper.
	Cyrus looked up at her and she shook her head.
	"Turn around," he said. "Bend over."
	Cyrus was looking her over. Along the way he pulled the paper out
of her ass. He stepped away and she straightened up. He was dumping her
purse and clothes out of a bag onto the table when she turned back.
	"Are these the belongings that were taken from you when you were
processed into the jail?" he asked, again reading from the paper,
	"Do you wish to make any kind of complaint against the city or the
police department," he went on.
	She said yes and no as appropriate and Cyrus smoothed the paper out
on the desk.
	"Sign here, please," he said.
	He had read the document word for word. Amy leaned down and signed
it.
	""Don't think this paper means much, as legal things go," Cyrus had
loosened up after his stiff recitation of procedure. "But I figure most
girls are thinking about the movie they just made. They all sign it."
	"Is that it?" Amy asked. "I can go?"
	"Recommend you dress first or you might find yourself in jail just
east of here," he smiled. "But you aren't a prisoner any more."
	Her clothes felt definitely odd as she put them on. She wondered
how long it would take to return to her normal thinking. The last three
days wouldn't be easy to forget. Then she felt scared.
	She didn't really understand it. Cyrus, despite the fact he had
also been the danger, had become her protector. She was having trouble
leaving.
	"Can I say good-bye?" she asked.
	Cyrus shrugged. She had known all along what she was going to do.
She was planning while her mind whirled in confusion. Still, part of her
was aghast as she dropped to her knees in front of the sheriff and
reached for his zipper.
	This would make it all right, part of her was confident. You've
been driven nuts, the other part argued. The raging debate in her head
went on as her head traveled up and down on Cyrus's cock. She might not
be of one mind, but her mouth was working to one purpose.	
	Cyrus fulfilled that purpose a little while later when let out a
noise like he was going to hurl and started pumping salty goo into her
mouth. Both sides of her head seemed glad it was over.
	"Now be nice, and maybe you can drop in and see us for better
reasons," Cyrus said as she stood up wiping her mouth.
	"Thank you," she heard herself say. "I'm sorry I was so bad
before."
	She barely let her car roll until she saw the city limits. 
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