(MF, bond, Mf, exhib, oral, humil, beast)
by Art Martin
Shelly's been arrested for prostitution. After dividing up the nights proceeds Jake and Luke pay Jetter for the roofing shingles and are treated to a cock fight and a show.
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Sobbing uncontrollably with her hands cuffed behind her back, her stomach tied into a knot, Shelly sat in the front seat of the Crown Victoria police cruiser as the Sheriff headed towards town and the county jail.� The road was dark and nearly deserted.� They had passed only one car since they pulled out of P-Willy�s parking lot.
�That�s the law, Ma�am,� explained Sheriff Reed.� �Ninety days in jail and/or a five hundred dollar fine for prostitution.� Publicly lewd and lascivious behavior, in layman�s terms, Ma�am, that�s fucking in public, carries forty-five days in jail and/or a two hundred fifty dollar fine.� That plus court costs.
�I personally know several of those boys in that club tonight.� Good boys.� Good honest citizens.� I know that if I ask them, they�ll testify to what they witnessed tonight.� That�ll make it a slam-dunk conviction.
�Now, as I recall, Ma�am, the other day I got called out by your neighbor, a Mrs. Jenkins, on similar charges.� It was her word against your word at the time, but that�s all changed now.� That makes two counts of publicly lewd and lascivious behavior.�� Honey, you�re looking at maybe six months in jail.
�Then of course there�s the publicity, but then again a girl like you just might want some advertising��
Shelly hadn�t thought of that.� It�d be in the County Sentinel, tomorrow or next week, detailed in the Police Reports.� �Saturday, 10 PM, Shelly Blalock, 19, white female arrested for prostitution and publicly lewd and lascivious behavior at P�Willy�s, a notorious nightspot near the county line on County Road 33.�� Her father and mother always read the Police Reports.� If by chance her parents missed it, it was as certain as night follows day, that someone in his congregation would see it.� Within hours, everyone would know what she did.�
�You�re the Reverend Henry Mattox�s daughter, aren�t you?�
Barely able to speak, she whispered, �Yes.�
�He�s good man, a very good man.� He�ll forgive you, but I don�t know about his flock.� You know, his congregation will probably take it out on him��
�Oh, god!� she bawled realizing the possible repercussions.� �Daddy could loose his church!�
At a cross road, Sheriff Reed pulled his Crown Vic police cruiser over to the side of the road.� The blue white light of a lone mercury vapor lamp lit up the interior of the Sheriff�s car.� Idling the engine, the Sheriff regarded his captive, her forward-thrust bare breasts heaving as the girl cried.
�God damn!� Takes your breath away,� thought the Sheriff adjusting his hard pecker in his pants.� Soaking up her sumptuous nudity, he let her cry.� There was absolutely no hurry.
The police radio crackled to life in a gibberish of code and jargon that only the initiated could understand.� After a moment, the radio was silent again.� He saw a car coming from behind and judged his speed to be excessive.� He smiled as the brake lights lit up the darkness behind the speeding car as the car quickly slowed.� Then, as if it hadn�t yet been noticed, the car passed going ten miles an hour below the speed limit.� A moment later, the car made the bend in the road ahead and disappeared into the darkness.
Shelly, having cried herself out for the moment, was reduced to sniffling.� Under the circumstances she couldn�t imagine ever being any more embarrassed or despondent.
She was startled when the Sheriff�s big hand momentarily went between her legs.
�You know, Ma�am, you�re leaking all over my seats.�
�I�m sorry,� she squeaked, dying from the latest indignity.
�That�s okay.� Goes with the territory�
�You know, Ma�am,� he said giving the inside of her thigh a gentle squeeze, �personally, I don�t have a problem if you want to sell your body for some man to use.� That�s between you and him.� No one�s really hurt if sex is all that�s involved.� It�s not like whores are out mugging and killing good folks.� Fact is, some marriages aren�t any different, the woman gives herself to her husband in exchange for clothes and jewelry and anything else she needs.� A woman who shacks up with man for a week, three months, whatever, sometimes they�re doing it for the same reason, financial support.�� Hell, everyone needs money for everything.
�Now, I don�t know why you were out whoring tonight, but I suspect you got your reasons.� You needed the money for something.� Lots of women have lots of reasons.� My mama, bless her soul, whored herself out on occasion just so that she could feed her six children.� That�s not criminal, that�s just plain survival.
�On top of all that, if I book you, good people, like your mama and daddy, are going to get hurt, hurt real bad�� Now, I�ve been charged by the people of this county to fairly administer and enforce the laws.� That doesn�t mean I have to do my job blindly and without compassion.� When it comes to enforcing the law, I actually have a lot of latitude.
�The way I see it, the only real problem with prostitution is that it�s unregulated.� All businesses are regulated to some extent, and follow certain rules and procedures.�� Take for instance liquor.� Liquor can cause a lot of problems� so it�s regulated.� It�s against the law to sell a bottle of beer or a bottle of whiskey without having the proper permit.� If you have the permit, you can sell it.� If you don�t have the permit, you can�t sell it. The purpose of the permit is the orderly regulation of the sale, not to prevent the sale.� With the proper permits, I know who�s selling it and what they�re selling.
�Same thing with whoring.� There�s no real harm done as long as the people involved agree to and are satisfied with the transaction.� But, at the same time, I can�t have whores walking the streets or making a nuisance of themselves.� People won�t tolerate that.� It needs to be regulated.
Reed reached over and cupped a breast still wet with her tears.� �What you need, darling, is a permit.�
�A permit?� she sniffled.
�Yes.� A permit to whore yourself out.�
�You can actually�� How do I�where do I get��
�It�s all up to me, Ma�am.� Of course I won�t actually give you a permit that you can frame and hang up on the wall.� It�ll just be between you and me.�
�You mean... I don�t have to go to jail?� she said hopefully.
�Not necessarily.� I�ll leave it up to you.� Town�s this way,� he said pointing at the road ahead.� �Special permit office is that away,� he said pointing to the left.� �Which way, Ma�am?�
�I don�t want to go to jail... The permit office?�
�Your choice.�
Relieved of a crushing burden Shelly giggled, �I want a permit.�
�Permits aren�t free, Ma�am and there�re no refunds.�
�Oh� Okay, but I don�t have any money on me, my husband��
�Don�t worry, Ma�am, you got everything you need and then some.�
The radio crackled to life.� After the transmissions were completed, the sheriff keyed the mike.� �Unit One.� Three-three at four-six.� I have a six-four-two, white female.� Transporting for an eight-four-one.� Report your three-eleven to Unit Three.�� The radio burst into a frenzy of activity.�
�Unit Six. Ten-four Unit One.�
�Unit Three.� Ten-four Unit One.�
�Unit Seven.� Ten-four Unit One.�
�Unit Eight.� Ten four Unit One.�
The radio fell silent for a moment before the various units began reporting their positions to Unit Three.� Shelly tried to figure out what was being said, but it really made no sense to her at all.� The sheriff pulled back onto the road and turned to the left.
*****
Jake pulled up to the gate to the Quibly place.� Even though it was 10:30 PM, there was a young boy, maybe ten, barefoot and shirtless, tending the gate.� A hand written sign by the gate stated �$5.00 per car�.� Another crude sign on the opposite side stated, �Private Property, enter by invitation only.�
The boy slowly sauntered up to the driver�s side of Jake�s truck.� �Must be one of Sissy�s little bastards,� thought Jake.
�Kinda late, mista.�
Jake held out a five-dollar bill to the unkempt boy.� �Here to see yer Uncle Jetter.�
The young boy spit tobacco juice off to one side.� �Suit yerself, mista.�� He took the offered five and slowly opened the gate.�
Jake pulled through the gate and proceeded down the dirt track through the woods.� Coming out into the clearing, Luke was surprised to see nearly every square foot of available space was occupied by vehicles of various sorts; mostly pickup trucks, but there were a few sedans and motorcycles also.� Jake snaked his way through a maze of haphazardly parked vehicles until he found a spot that wasn�t blocking someone else.
The perimeter of the barn was well lit, but other than that, it was dark.� Luke followed Jake as they made their way towards the barn.� A rancorous din was coming from the barn.
At the door was another boy, a bit older than the first.� He too was barefoot and shirtless. �Yer kinda late, mista.� Fights�re �bout over.�
�Here to see yer Uncle Jetter.�
�Gotta charge ya mista.� Ten dollars each.� If ya wait a few minutes, ya won�t have ta pay again.�
�Fuck it,� snarled Jake as he handed the boy a ten.� Turning to Luke Jake added, �Pay him.�
�Suit yerself, mista,� replied the boy with genuine disinterest as he accepted the bills.
�Where�s Jetter?�
�In the back, get�n thangs ready fer da last fight.�
Jake led Luke to the back.� Through a thick haze of cigarette smoke, Luke caught a fleeting glimpse of a rooster, furiously flapping his wings as it rose momentarily above a low wall.� Chicken feathers seemed to be everywhere.� Men where yelling and stomping on the wooden bleachers.� The noise was deafening.
In the back, they found Jetter with a large brown dog on a short leash.� The dog was excited and somewhat agitated.� Sissy and Bubba sat on an unkempt small bed, the bed where Sissy made extra money.�
�Jake!� Good ta see ya, buddy!� gushed Jetter.� �Ya got the money?�
�Sure do.� Luke, pay the man.�
Luke dug into his pocket and counted out five hundred and fifty dollars.� He just had a little over a hundred dollars left, but that was a hundred dollars more than he had this morning.� �Five hundred fifty dollars,� he said handing the money to Jetter.
Jetter counted out the money.� Satisfied of the amount, he stuffed the wad of bills into his pocket.� Jetter grinned and looked up at Luke, one eye looking off in the distance while the other just seemed to roll around in its socket.
�Ya got a mighty prudy little wife.� Fine looking girl.� Nice, big jugs.� Ah�m shore gonna enjoy fuckin� that one.� Bubba too.� Paw�ll be so happy, he won�t be able to sleep tonight thinking �bout get�n between her legs.�
�When can ya get started?� asked Jake.
�Furst thang Monday morn.� That little girl, she better be thar.�
�How long will it take ya?�
�Two, maybe three days, max.� Depending on how distracted ah git.�
�Don�t git distracted til ya finish the job.�
�Ah�ll finish da job!� Don�t worry �bout that.� Ya just be sure she�s thar.� Ever day.� Neked and waitin�.� Waitin� and willin�.�
�She�ll be there.�
�And we want her next weekend.�
�Agreed.�� Jake nodded to the dog on the leash.� �No dogs, ya hear?�
Jetter laughed.� �Anythang ya say, buddy.�
There was a commotion outside as the fight was over and it was time for the finale.� Patrons were streaming out.� Those who wanted to see the last fight, queued up outside the barn.
�Last fight,� said Jetter.� �Ya boys staying?� Tonight, it�ll be on me.�
Jake regarded the dog replying, �Better not. We need to git going.�
Luke turned to Jake.� �Hey, I�ve never seen a cock fight!� I wanna stay, Jake.� How �bout it?�
�Luke, I don�t��
�Hell, I wanna stay,� said Luke emphatically.� �What�s the rush?�
�Let�m stay, Jake,� laughed Jetter.� �Bet he ain�t never seen nuthin like it.�
�Luke, let�s just go.�
�No!� God damn it, Jake!� Let�s stay!�
Jake stuck his tongue into his cheek.� �If ya insist.�
�I insist!�
�Bubba, show�em thar seats,� instructed Jetter.� �When yer done, git yer sorry ass back in here.�� Ah don�t wanna hav�ta go lookin� fer ya.� Understand?�
�Ah can do it, Jetter,� whined Bubba. ��Ah can do it.�
*****
Sheriff Reed drove down the dark road for several minutes before turning off onto another road.� A few minutes later, he turned again, but this time onto a gravel road.� Around a sharp bend, he turned again into a narrow gravel road.� About twenty-five yards off the road and around a bend was an eight-foot tall, industrial quality chain-link gate.� Reed punched in some numbers on a keypad and the gate rolled open to one-side.� Once the police cruiser cleared the gate, it began to close.� The narrow gravel road continued, running a little ways into the woods.�
Suddenly an old farmhouse appeared.� A lone mercury vapor lamp bathed the farmyard with a blue-white light.� There wasn�t a single light on inside the house.�� Nor was there a truck or car parked outside.� Other than the harsh floodlight, the place looked vacant.
The sheriff parked the Crown Vic near the light.� Killing the engine, he stepped out of the car.� Shelly sat watching as the Sheriff walked around the front of the car.� He opened her door and helped her out of the car.�
The whole thing at the club, being arrested and then the ride towards town to jail, the chance for deliverance and then the ride to this place seemed a blur.� She knew that he was big, but now standing next to the Sheriff and clearly thinking, she had the first realization just how big he was.� He towered over her by over a foot.� He was unbelievably broad at the shoulders, yet seemed very trim at the waist.
�This is the permit office?� she naively asked.
�Yes, Ma�am,� replied the Sheriff with a smile.� �It certainly is.�� The sheriff then held out a small tape recorder.� �For the record, Ma�am, state your full name, date of birth and Social Security Number.�
�Uh, I don�t know what my Social Security Number is.�
�Then just your full name and birth date, Ma�am.�
�Shelly Mattox Blalock, born January 27, 1986.�
�That makes you nineteen?�
�Uh, yes sir!�
�What is your address, Ms. Blalock?�
�Uh, let me see, uh, 432 Fifth Street.�
�Are you married or single?�
�I�m married.� My husband��
�And what is it that you want a permit for?�
�Uh, well, I, uh��
�Don�t be shy.� Just state your intentions, Ma�am.�
�Uh, well actually��
�Do you want a special permit or not?�
�Yes, yes I do!�
�Then answer the question.� For what purpose?�
�Uh, prostitution?�
�Just state that you want a special permit to be a prostitute.�
�I want a permit, a special permit to be a prostitute.�
�Have you ever engaged in prostitution?�
�Uh, well��
�Have you ever fornicated with anyone in exchange for money?�
Shelly cringed.� Prostitute, fornicate, it all sounded so squalid.� Shelly hesitated again, loath to admit the truth.
�Well, my husband��
�Let me rephrase the question, Ma�am. Have you ever engaged in sexual activity in exchange for money or in exchange for goods and services?�
�Umm, well, sort of.�
�Yes or no?� asked the sheriff with a hint of irritation.
�Yes, I suppose.�
�You are then in fact a prostitute?�
�Uh, well, I guess.�
�Yes or no, Mrs. Blalock.�
�Yes.�
�Yes, what?�
�Yes, I am a prostitute.�
�Do you swear by God Almighty that what you have just stated is the truth?�
�Do I have to swear to God?�
�Yes.� You don�t want there to be any misunderstandings, do you?�
�No, I suppose not.�� Shelly took a deep breath.� Fleetingly she pondered what would be worse, jail and scandal or God�s displeasure with her for taking such an oath.� �Maybe jail wouldn�t be so bad,� she considered.
�Ma�am, the truth is the truth.� The good Lord doesn�t have a problem with the truth, no matter what it is, as long as it is the truth.� Now do you swear to God that the statements you have just given are true?�
Shelly closed her eyes and took another deep breath.� �Yes,� she whispered expecting to be struck blind on the spot.
�And do you swear to God that the these statements given by you were given freely and without coercion?�
�Without��
�Without coercion.� Without being forced against your will.
�Yes.�
The Sheriff turned her around facing the car.� Her ordeal about over, she waited patently for the Sheriff to remove the handcuffs.� A minute passed and nothing happened.� She turned her head slightly to see what the Sheriff was doing, but just as she moved, his powerful hands gripped her shoulders, pushing her towards the right fender of the police car.
�And now for the fee.� This special permit is good for only as long as I say it is good.� Understand?�
�Uh, okay.�
�You will have to periodically renew it.� Understand?�
�Uh, yeah� okay.�
His hands came around her waist to cup her full breasts.� �You�re a very pretty girl, Shelly.� Well endowed and very pretty.� Such tits!� You�ve got some magnificent tits.�� Love the rings!� Had�em long?�
�No.� Just since yesterday.�
�I really like them.� Do you?�
�Yes.�
�They certainly leave no doubt that you�re a slut.� Reed pulled the rings outward, �Do you like that?�
�Owww, please, please don�t.� Ohh��
�What are you, Shelly?�
�A, a, a slut?�
�Yes, you�re a slut and more.� You�re a slut-whore,� he hissed in her ear.� A slut-whore to be used by men.� You like being used?�
�Please, it hurts!�
�Do you like being used?�
�Owwww! Yes! Yes!�
Reed released her nipple rings.� She felt his hands rub over her sore tits and then side down to her stomach, to her back, across her garter belt and then to her exposed ass.� �I like your sense of fashion, Shelly.� Provides very good access to your goods and wares.� Again, it doesn�t leave any doubt about who and what you are, now does it?�
�No, I suppose not.�
�No, it doesn�t.� I like it.� I like it a lot� You�ve got a nice ass.� A very, very nice ass.� Do your men friends fuck you in the ass?�� Without waiting for a reply he snorted, �I�m sure they do.�� She felt his finger on her anus.� �Tell me slut, do you like to be ass fucked?�
�Yes,� Shelly replied softly.
�I figured as much.� That�s good.� It really doesn�t matter if a whore likes it or not, but if you like it, so much the better.�
�Oh,� she chirped as his finger bore into her cum lubricated asshole.
�You�re already loose and slippery.� You get ass fucked tonight?�
�Yes,� she whispered.
�At P�Willy�s� in public?�
�Yes.�
His finger abruptly left her ass.� �Stay right there, whore, and don�t move.�
Reed moved away and opened the back door of the cruiser.� Shelly stayed right where she was, afraid to make any move at all.� The Sheriff who was so authoritative at first had then turned very compassionate, even nice� now he was acting mean.� His polite referrals to her as �Ma�am� or �Ms. Blalock� had suddenly turned to �slut� and �whore�.� It was the same things Jake called her, but for some reason it was just different.�
How mean could he be?� She too had heard the stories about him and had roundly applauded the results of his work.� A sense of panic began to fill her.� Shelly reasoned that he could be very mean and she feared the worse.
She didn�t hear him come up behind her and when he put his strong hands on her shoulders, she jumped with a start. Again his hands went around her waist and up to her tits.� Bodily he pushed her against the cold metal of the car fender, while simultaneously pulling her against him. Shelly instantly felt the skin-to-skin contact.� Opening her palms she pressed her cuffed hands as best she could into the bare skin of his incredibly hard abdomen.� There was only a thin layer of skin and then hard, hard muscle.�
Pressing his groin into her buttocks, Shelly felt his hot bare cock nestle flat into her butt cleft.� Almost instinctively she widened her stance while pressing and grinding her buttocks against his cock. It felt enormous. �God!� He�s even bigger than Big Mike!� she judged.�
She had no illusions as to what was about to happen.� She had known what would happen as soon as he made his spiel about a special permit.� Now that the time was at hand, she felt an uncontrollable urge for him to take her.� He grabbed her by the back of the neck and bent Shelly forward onto the warm hood of the car, her hands stilled handcuffed behind her back.
�You want this bad.� Don�t you?� he said holding her down while rubbing his cock into her derri�re. �Tell me what you want, whore.� Go on, slut, tell me what you want.�
�Fuck me,� she hissed.
�Say it louder.�
�Fuck me!�
�Louder, slut!�
�FUCK ME!� PLEASE FUCK ME!� she screamed.� �I need you to fuck me.� Please!�
�Where do you want to be fucked?�
�My pussy.� Please fuck my pussy.�
�I thought you liked ass fucking.�
�I do, but� please fuck my pussy.� You�re too big.�
�Too big?� Bullshit!�
�Please, do me in my pussy!�
It was only then, while begging the Sheriff to fuck her that she realized something.� Luke had not told her to fuck him.� Luke hadn�t said, �Shelly, I want you to fuck him,� and neither had Jake as his proxy told her to do this.� Sheriff or not, he was still a total stranger.� She had said, �Fuck me. Please, fuck me.�� She had said, �I want a special permit.�� She had spread her legs apart and invited him to screw her.� Of all the men she had fucked this week, she had always done so because Luke had told her to fuck them.� It wasn�t permission per se, but it was always at his direction.� There had been no sin on her soul because she had simply done what her husband had required her to do.� But now she was wantonly humping back into the cock of another man, a total stranger, eager for him to copulate with her.�
Her mind reeled with the implications.� It might be okay with Luke.� It might be what he wanted her to do, but still, he hadn�t told her to do it.� She had decided to do it, and in doing so, she knew that she had crossed the line into sinfulness.
She felt his massive head fill the entire area of her pudenda.� �He�ll never fit!� she thought as pressure built between her legs.� She tried to stand upright and somehow call the whole thing off.� Going to jail was nothing compared to losing her soul.�
�No, please!�
�The massive head spread her lips apart.�
�No, please, ungh!� I� I can�t� do� ohhhhh!� Stop! Ohhhh!�� She felt her pussy stretch like never before as the log-like dick somehow pushed inside her.�
�My husband� ohhhhh� oh� oh� oh, my god, oh, my god��� Her pleadings were ignored as the sheriff penetrated her slowly.� Balls deep and pressing against her cervix, the sheriff ground his thick cock into her until the discomfort meddled into incredible pleasure.� �Oh, my god� oh� oh, yes�oh, yes�That feels sooooo goooood!� Ohhhh, gawd yesssssss!�
*****
Looking about the arena with the seats nearly filled, Luke took another swig of his beer.� He had been peppering Jake with an endless stream of questions about cock fighting ever since they had taken their front row seats.� Jake seemed strangely silent and somewhat evasive.� Luke couldn�t figure it out.� �What�s the big deal?� It�s just two roosters!�
Then Bubba came through a low door and paraded around the ring wearing what appeared to be a bathrobe.� He was grinning ear-to-ear and gesturing wildly with his hands.� In return the crowd hooted derisive insults at him.�
Then came Sissy.� She too wore a bathrobe, but rather than parade around, she waddled directly off to one corner.� Even in a bathrobe it obvious that she was with child.� She stepped up on a stool, and then with some difficulty, climbed up on a low shelf about four feet off the ground.
Jetter entered the arena next.� Going to Sissy�s corner, he removed the stepping stool.� Then he went to Bubba�s corner and sat the stepping stool down.� Bubba stepped up and climbed onto the tiny shelf in his corner.�
After completely removing the stool from the arena, Jetter came back in carrying a bandana in each hand, a red one and a green one.� He held the two bandanas high in the air.� Then he pointed the red bandana towards his sister.� The crowd let up a half-hearted cheer.� He pointed the red one towards his retarded brother.� Again the crowd cheered half-heartedly.� He pointed the green towards his sister and got a good response.� Pointing the green to his brother there was only a faint response.� The mattered settled, Jetter handed his sister the green bandana and the handed his half-wit brother the red.
�Jake, what in the hell is this all about?� asked Luke.
�The roosters have ribbons tied to their legs.� One red, one green. Sissy is paired with the green tonight.�
�What?� What for?�
Jake didn�t answer.
Bubba tied the red bandana around his neck and discarded his bathrobe.� The heckling was intense, as he stood nude on the shelf.� �What the fuck!� exclaimed Luke laughing at the chubby and naked retard covered with tattoos of cartoon characters.�
Sissy tied the green around her neck and then discarded her robe.� The crowd cheered as she stood nude and eight months pregnant. She too had a few tats, the most prominent of which were the starbursts centered on her distended navel and her pendulous breasts.�
�Whoa!� exclaimed Luke in true amazement.� �Would ya look at that!� Jeeze!� She�s �bout to pop!�
Paw Paw Quibly and Jetter then entered the arena, each with a rooster.� Holding their birds by the legs, they hoisted the critters high in the air accompanied by the furious beating of their wings.
A general uproar then ensued, with bets being placed at an incredibly fast pace.� Bookies quickly worked the stands taking bets.� After the evening was over, the bookies would split their evening take with Paw Paw.�
Luke looked about confused.� On a whim, he put ten dollars on Green.� Jake rubbed his forehead.� He knew that when this was all over, he�d have a lot of explaining to do.� He didn�t know how to even begin to explain to Luke what they were about to witness.
The betting over, Jetter and Paw Paw thrust the two roosters together, infuriating the fighting cocks.� Once the birds were sufficiently enraged at each other, Jetter and Paw Paw released the birds.� Immediately the two cocks went after it, each slashing at the other with their leg spurs, each dodging the attack of the other.�
Feathers were flying as the two roosters fought it out.� The shouting became an unbearable din.� Soon fresh blood streaked the dirt floor of the arena.� It looked as if red had an advantage over green, but suddenly green made a slashing attack that hit home.� Red fought for a minute more, his life�s blood flying about onto the dirt and onto the wooden walls.� Green hit home again and again until red staggered and ceased his fruitless attacks. In a fit of uncoordinated movements, red thrashed about in his death throes.
While the bets were quickly settled, Jetter quickly captured the winning bird and whisked him away.� A barefoot boy ran out and fetched the dead fighting cock.� There would be plenty of chickens for the Quiblys� pot tomorrow.�
Two more boys quickly spread a white powder onto the floor while the first boy returned, manning a rake and working the blood into the dirt floor along with the white powder. As the boys were finishing their work, the men in the stands began stomping feet.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Luke turned to Jake.� �What in the fuck�s goin� on?�
�You�ll see,� is all that Jake replied. �Ya sure ya don�t wanna go?�
�Hell, no!� What�s with ya man?� What in hell is goin� on?�
Getting no answers from Jake, Luke turned back to the arena.� Bubba was now sitting on his shelf, swinging his feet like a little kid.� Sissy however, was awkwardly clambering down from her perch.� The stomping ended only to be replaced with whistles and shouts as Sissy moved to the center of the arena.� For the next minute or so, she stood in the center, smiling a toothy grin while rubbing her belly and hefting her swollen tits.
A hush fell as the doorway opened and large brown dog trotted into the ring.� The dog went immediately to her, circling and sniffing.� Sissy spread her legs apart so that he could sniff and then lick her crotch.� The dog became increasing agitated, circling and sniffing, circling and licking as his red prong extended from it�s sheath.� Suddenly he jumped up on her back. Sissy went to her knees and then all fours.� A cheer went up as the dog mounted her.
�Oh, my god!� exclaimed Luke.� �Holy fuck! Ya gotta be funkin� kiddin� me!�
*****
Moaning, sweating, panting and convulsing with primal passion, Shelly thrust her hips back, driving the Sheriff�s large cock into her needy vagina as deep as she could.� For a good forty minutes he had been fucking her hard, savagely hard, his pendulous testicles slapping the back of her quivering thighs.� Every five minutes or so, he would pause, ease his tingling dick from her cunt, and soundly spank her until she cried for mercy.� Then he�d pound her savagely again until he pulled out to once again slap her ass until it burned.�
Again her body stiffened.� Again her legs shuddered to the point of nearly giving way.� Again her ass muscles clinched and pulsed.� Again her poor cunt clenched down on his wonderful, yet punishing rod.� Again she was filled with an overwhelming pleasure bordering on tortured agony.�
His engorged cock swelled, pulsating as his potent sperm flooded into her cunt, triggering within her yet another orgasmic cycle.� Hyperventilating, she passed out.� When she came to, he was still inside her.� His cock had shrunk appreciably, but semi-erect it still filled her.� Automatically Shelly ground her ass into his crotch, and in doing so, his spent dick slithered out of her cum soaked cunt.
�You want more?� he growled breathlessly.� �I�ll give you more, slut!�� Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulled her upright.� Shelly felt a river of cum stream down her thighs, and felt the cool night air fill her gapping pussy.� He grabbed the handcuffs.� Expecting him to yank her aching arms upright, Shelly braced herself for the pain.��
Instead she was spun around.� Immediately the Sheriff�s hands were on her, squeezing and mauling her tits.� Grasping her nipple rings, he applied a steady downward pressure.� Shelly cried out as she sank to her knees.� Once she was down, he released her rings.
�Suck me, slut.� Suck me good.� Get me hard and I�ll fuck you again.�
Shelly immediately began licking his wet, dripping dick, slurping up the juices of their recent union.� Licking and sucking on the surface of his great shaft, Shelly did a yeoman�s job of cleansing his dick.� Kissing up the flaccid shaft, she sucked in the massive head when she finally reached it.� �He�s wonderful,� she thought as she passionately mouthed his cock.� �You can fuck me anytime, Mister.��
Stuffed with a mouthful of cock, she stifled a giggle as she realized that from now on, he was going to do just that, fuck her whenever he wanted.� What could she do about it?� What could Luke do about it?� Sheriff Reed was the law and he was going to fuck her whether Luke approved or not.�
Immediately she felt a pang of guilt for wanting it so much.� With her lips surrounding the large caliber cock she smiled as another thought occurred to her; Luke did approve even if only indirectly.� She wouldn�t be here now if Luke hadn�t whored her out for roof money.� And since Luke had approved, she was free to enjoy being used by this well endowed man without losing her soul to the devil.
Comforted by the knowledge that she wasn�t going to hell in her afterlife for something her husband had done, Shelly lost herself in the pleasure of sucking the big cock, in the process cramming as much of his meat into her mouth as she could.� Suddenly she realized that the cock had swollen deep in her throat, swollen so much that she was having difficulties breathing. She tried to pull off, but the Sheriff held her head in his powerful grip as his dick continued to engorge with blood.
�Mmmmphh,� she murmured.� �Mmmmphh!� she grunted with an increasing sense of urgency.� �Mmmmphh!!� Mmmmphh!!!� Mmmmphh!!!!�� The Sheriff, enjoying the increasingly desperate vibrations of her throat around his cock, held her head firmly.�
Shelly struggled, but still handcuffed, she was powerless to do anything as it became impossible to breathe at all.� �Mmmphh� Mmmm� Mmph.�� Her desperate grunts became weaker and weaker until she slipped into unconsciousness.
The next thing she knew, her head felt like it was being jabbed with thousands of needles and pins.� Slowly she came about, crumpled at the feet of her abuser.� Not even realizing that her hands had been released, Shelly gripped her aching head with her hands.� Slowly her eyes focused on the large bare feet, just inches from her face.� Looking up, she saw the big man towering over her, stroking the biggest dick she�d ever seen.
�Get up, whore!� he commanded.� �Get yer ass up!� he repeated with a gentle, but firm nudge with his foot. �I�m not finished with you yet.�
With a helping hand from the Sheriff, Shelly struggled to her feet.� As soon as she was on her feet, he pushed back against his car.� He lifted her left leg, placing her foot on the fender.� Wrapping his left arm around her waist to help her balance, the Sheriff moved in close enough that his dick was touching her spread open pussy.� Grasping his cock with his free hand, he rubbed the massive head all across her puffy vulva.
Shelly grasped his broad shoulders as he stirred his cock head around her seeping cunt, reigniting the fire of her arousal.�
�Does that feel good?� he whispered.
�Oh, yes,� she moaned.
�How good does it feel?�
�Very, very good.�
�Do you want some more?�
�Oh, yes,� she whispered as her passion built.
�What do you want more of?�
�Your dick.� I want more of your big dick.�
�You like big dicks?�
�Yes,� she panted as his glans parted her nether lips.
��Does your husband have a big dick?�
�Not as big as you.�
Raking his cock head in her slit he asked, �Is that why you�re a whore?�
�Nooo.� My husband� he needs the money.�
�Your husband whores you out?�
�Yes.�
�Do you enjoy being a whore?�
�Yes,� she honestly replied.�
�So, how do you want my big dick?�
�In my pussy,� she hissed.
�You like my big dick in your pussy?�
�Yesssss,� she hissed while trying to push him in.
�Tell me what you are, Shelly.�
�I�m a whore.�
�No, you�re a slut-whore.�
�I�m a slut-whore.�
�Tell me what you want, slut.�
�I want your dick.� I want your dick in my pussy,� she whispered.
�Louder, slut.�
�I want your dick in my pussy!� she screamed into the night air.
�Say, �please�.�
�Please!�
�Please, what?�
�Oh, god� just fuck me, you bastard!� Please, fuck me.�
�My pleasure, whore,� he grunted as he shoved his massive cock up into her.
�Ugh!� she groaned as her belly was filled.� �Oh, yes, you wonderful bastard.� Yesss!�
*****
�Dear sweet Jesus,� Luke muttered in disbelief as he watched the pregnant woman being fucked by a dog.� �Damn!� That�s the old man�s daughter?�
�Yeah.� First girl I ever screwed.�
�Ya screwed her here?�
�Not at first, but later on� yeah, I screwed her here.� Right out there.�
�Damn!�
�It was a job,� deadpanned Jake.� �Didn�t pay much, but it sure was fun!�
�This is sick!�
Luke was surprised when Jake reached over, grabbed his cock and gave him a squeeze.
�Hey!�
�Yer hard dick says ya like what ya see,� said Jake with a laugh.
�Let go!�
�I will when ya admit it.�
�Damn it, Jake, somebody might see ya!�
�Fuck� em!� They�ll just think that yer queer.� Now, tell me the truth.�
�Okay, okay.� I do like it, but it�s still pretty sick!�� Jake released Luke�s dick.� �Say, ain�t this against the law?�
��Probably.� Old man Quibly says it�s �entertainment�.� Yer being entertained, ain�t ya?�
�Yeah.� I guess I am.�
�Then yer sick too,� said Jake with a laugh.
The dog apparently had finished in her and was trying to dismount, but his knot was still stuck up Sissy�s snatch.� While the dog struggled to free himself, Bubba paraded about shaking his dick.� The crowd began stomping the bleachers again.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
�Now what?� asked Luke with a grin of anticipation.
Stark naked, Bubba circled about before approaching his sister who was still joined to the dog.�
A cheer went from the crowd as soon as Bubba�s stream of piss began slashing on Sissy�s back.�
�Aw, Jesus!� bemoaned Luke.�
Bubba pushed his preggo sister with his foot and she fell onto her back, dislodging the dog�s cock from her cunt.�
�Aw, fuck!� moaned Luke in disbelief of what he was witnessing.�
The brown mutt wandered off to the side to lick his dick while Bubba continued to soak his sister in urine.
�I don�t believe this shit!�
Bubba�s piss stream dwindled to a trickle and the crowd began stomping the bleachers again while Bubba paraded about triumphantly.
To his horror, Luke realized that next weekend, this could be his wife rather than the Quibly woman.� �Hey!� They ain�t gonna do this to Shelly? Are they?�
�I doubt it,� replied Jake.� He was somewhat surprised that it had taken Luke so long to ask that question.� �Look, the Quibly�s� they�re not exactly��
�I wanna call off the deal.�
�Ya already paid the money!� Jetter ain�t gonna give it back.�
�I don�t care.� They ain�t doing that to Shelly!�
�Who said they were?�
�I got eyes!�
�Look, the Quibly�s may look stupid, but the old man and Jetter have a good sense of business.� Now, take a good look,� said Jake pointing to Sissy.� She had gotten to her feet, covered in piss, dirt and chicken feathers.� �Would you pay good money to fuck that?�
�Hell, no!�
�Neither would anyone else� Well, some will, but��
�I don�t see yer point.�
�Shelly.� Who would pay to fuck her after that?�
�Whadda mean?�
Another cheer went up from the crowd as a young girl entered the arena with Paw Paw Quibly.�
�See her?� asked Jake.
�Yeah.�
�Would ya pay to fuck her?�
�Yeah, I suppose.� Kinda young ain�t she?�
�Yeah, fourteen, if I recollect.�
Standing behind the girl, the old man announced over the PA system, �This here cunt�s my granddaughter, Sue Ann.�
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
�I think they like ya, darling.�
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
�Purdy little thang, ain�t she?�
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
�Let me ask ya this,� continued the old man.� �Who wants�t see some young tittie pie?�
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Once the din faded to a few catcalls, the old man looked over her shoulder and said, �I think they wanna see yer tits, Sue Ann.�
Sue Ann drawled into her own cordless headset, �Ah don�t know, Paw Paw.� There�s sooo many strange men out thar.�
�Well, Honeypot, they paid good money to see yer tits.� Later, some just might pay good money ta get ta know ya better.�
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
�I think ya oughtta show these good people what ya got for sale this evening, darling.��
Paw Paw grasped the tails of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head.� The crowd went wild once her developing mounds were barred for all to see.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
The demonstration continued while her Paw Paw lewdly felt her up.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
The noise died down.� Paw Paw�s hands slid down from her budding breasts to her slim waist and the to the button and zipper of her cutoff jeans.� There was a strange hush as Paw Paw folded back the flaps of her unzipped fly.� Slowly, his gnarled hand descended into her shorts.� With a showman�s flair, he rubbed his granddaughter�s pussy with an exaggerated motion.
Paw Paw stopped stroking her.� With his hand buried in her shorts, he looked about at the crowd.� �Who wants to see some young pussy?�
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Save for a few stray shouts and whistles, the crowd quieted.� Slowly, Paw Paw pulled her shorts down off her hips until they fell by gravity to her ankles.� The crowd once again roared its collective approval.
Stepping out of her shorts, she flippantly kicked them through the air.� Nude, the young girl did a slow pirouette to give everyone an eyeful from all angles.� After her second revolution, she stopped facing away from her grandfather.� Once again the old man�s hands came around her hips.� One went to her tit and the other went to her sex.�
�That feels so good, Paw Paw,� she said as the old man fingered her. �Make me cum, Paw Paw, make me cum.�
Paw Paw�s hand vigorously stoked her hairless cunt.� Sue Ann spread her legs further, bending her knees slightly as she rose onto the balls of her feet, squirming in pleasure.� Within a minute she began squealing with an ever-increasing intensity, as she expertly faked an orgasm. It wasn�t that Paw Paw couldn�t get her off, he did that regularly; there simply wasn�t enough time for the real thing.� The crowd couldn�t care less if the orgasm was faked or not, as they were now anticipating the grand finale.
Luke was surprised when everyone began clapping rather than stomping their feet.�
Paw Paw made show of smelling his fingers and then licked her juices off from his digits.�
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
�Now for tonight�s drawing!� announced the lecherous old sod.� �The lucky winner gets a chance to fuck this young girl, right here, right now!�
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
One of Sissy�s younger boys ran out into the arena with a bowl filled with tickets.
�This here�s my grandson, Kyle.� Kyle, tell me, what do ya want to do when ya get bigger?�
Without hesitation the boy gave the practiced answer.� �When I get bigger,� the young boy said grabbing his crotch, �I wanna fuck Sue Ann!�
�But she�s your sister.�
�I�m gonna fuck mama too!�
The crowd roared in laughter, knowing full well that the boy had already fucked both of them, in the arena for their entertainment.� It was one reason why everyone eagerly anted up for the late show, weekend after weekend.� You just never knew who Paw Paw would pair up to put on a depraved show.
�Alright, Kyle, hold the bowl up as high as ya can.� Good boy!� We want an honest drawing.�
�Sue Ann, time to pick yer man.�� Sue Ann reached into the bowl, selected and discarded a two tickets before extracting her hand with the winning ticket.� �And the winner is� five� two� eight� five.� Five, two, eight, five.�
A hoop went up high in the bleachers.�
�Do we have a winner?�
A fat man waving his ticket, scrambled out of his seat shouting, �Yes!� I won!�
�Well, come on down, my friend, and collect yer winnings!�
While they waited for the fat man to get down to the arena, little Kyle got behind his older sister.� Sue Ann squatted, placing her hands on her knees while her little brother wallowed his face between her butt cheeks.� Meanwhile two more boys rolled in an upright wheel of the type used in the old west and on Wheel of Fortune.
After a minute or two, the fat man waddled out into the arena and handed Paw Paw Quibly his winning ticket.
�We have a match!� declared the old man after examining both ticket stubs. �Now, John, you�ve been coming here for how many years?� A long time, so I know that you know how to play this game.� Ya spin the wheel to determine what sex act ya get to perform with my granddaughter, and ya gotta do it right here so all these good folks get their money�s worth.�
�Now, she�s fourteen and in this state that means she old enough to give her consent, besides, I know for a fact the Sheriff ain�t coming here tonight.� Maybe he�ll sneak over tomorrow while most folks are in church, but not tonight.��
The crowd burst out laughing.
�Now, if ya lucky, ya get to fuck her.� And ya can�t fuck her with all yer clothes on� so get to it.�
John, knowing that he should have already stripped, began removing his clothes, aware that Paw Paw had a habit of humiliating a winner who was slow on the uptake.� Thankfully the old bastard held his tongue and soon John stood before the gathered crowd in his birthday suit, standing as tall as he could so that his flabby belly looked smaller.
�Hey, Paw Paw!� called Kyle as he removed his face from his sister�s ass.� �He�s got tits bigger than Sue Ann!�
The crowd roared in laughter.� Humiliated, John felt his face burn with embarrassment.�
�Mind yer manners boy, before I let him fuck ya just for the fun of it!� C�mer ya little squirt!�
Kyle walked up to his grandpa wondering what stunt the old man might pull.
Paw Paw sniffed the boy�s face and declared, �Ya smell like shit, boy!� Better go an brush yer teeth!�
Again the crowd laughed and John laughed with them, happy that any further comments on his physique would not come from the little boy.
The boy scampered away.� Paw Paw turned to the obese man standing naked before everyone.� �Okay, John, spin the wheel!�
John gave the wheel a spin.
Click. Click. Click. Click.� Click. Click.� Click. Click.� Click. Click.� Click. Click.� Click. Click.� Click. Click.� Click. Click.� Click. Click.� Click. Click.� Click. Click.� Click. Click.� Click. Click.� Click. Click.� Click. Click.� Click. Click.� Click. Click.� Click. Click.�
Finally the wheel stopped.� A collective moan of disappointment filled the hall as it landed on a black square.
�Ohhhhh, that�s too bad, John.� Ya don�t get to fuck her.� Ya don�t even get a blowjob! But� ya can jackoff on her tits!�
John held up his hands, taking a pass on the whole thing.
�Not so fast, John.� If ya can cum in less than two minutes, ya get to take another spin.�
John paused and thought about that.� He might get to fuck her after all, and that�d save him a hundred bucks later that night.
�Are ya ready, John?�
�Wait!� Lemme get hard!�
�Fair enough.� Ya got a minute ta get it up.�
John began diddling himself.� He tried to concentrate of getting an erection, but he could hear the snickering in the stands. He shut his eyes and wanked his limp pud.
�Yer two minutes starts� now!�
�Ah, fuck!� John cursed as his organ remained stubbornly wilted.� The snickering began to grow into laughter.� Flustered, John began regretting ever buying a ticket.� �Shit!� he cursed filled with embarrassment of his lack of virility. �Why couldn�t the old bastard keep the game simple tonight?� he lamented as he futilely stroked away.
�One minute.�
John desperately beat his reluctant meat.� Finally he was rewarded with a growing stiffening.�
�Time!� called out the old man.
�Fuck!� Mother fuck!� cursed John who was now not only frustrated, but was also thoroughly humiliated.� At that moment he didn�t know if he would ever show his face here again.
Paw Paw, well aware that he was on the verge of losing a good, steady customer, changed the rules on the spot.
�Ya nervous, John?�
�Yeah.�
�I thought so.� I know that ya can get it up.� I�ve seen that pecker of yers hard too many times.� Ya ain�t impotent.� Did the snickering get to ya?�
�Yeah.�
�I thought so.� Hell, if I had a bunch of fellas snickering at me, I don�t know if I could�ve gotten it up, either.� Tell ya what.� Why don�t we let this girl suck on that wiener?� That oughta get it hard.
�Sue Ann!� C�mere darling!� Ole Mr. John needs yer help.� Be a good girl and suck him off.�
Sue Ann smiled to her audience and sank to her knees.� Hefting his ball sack in one hand, her lips engulfed the fat man�s pecker while his gut rested on the top of her head.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!�
The riotous stomping, cheering and heckling continued during the entire act of fellatio.� When the first jet of cum shot into her mouth, Sue Ann pulled off, taking the remaining pulses in the face and across her budding breasts.� The stomping stopped and a rousing applause filled the makeshift arena.� Once Mr. John was spent, Sue Ann rubbed his cum into her tits before lewdly licking her fingers.� Her Paw Paw beamed, secure in the knowledge that he would make plenty of money off of his granddaughter after the show.
Jake turned to Luke.� �That�s what they�ll have Shelly do.� Well, not exactly, but sumpthin� similar.�
�No dogs?�
�No dogs.� There�ll be a dozen men waiting in line to fuck that little whore tonight, maybe two or three waiting for a cheap blowjob from her mama.� Don�t make good economic sense to have a dog fuck Shelly.� Damages the goods.�
�Ya mean� Hey, the deal was for her to fuck them, not everybody else!�
�Relax, Luke.
�What deal?�
�It�ll be a 50-50 split.�
�What happened to 25-75 like at P-Willy�s?�
�I gotta give�em some incentive, Luke.� No incentive and� here comes Fido.�
*****
Lovingly laving the big cock that had given her so much pleasure, Shelly saw the sweeping motion from the headlights of an approaching vehicle well before she heard the crunching noise of tires and gravel.�� The crunching stopped and the headlights went off, followed by the sound of a car door slamming.
Sheriff Reed backed away, but Shelly was reluctant to release his cock from her oral embrace.� Pushing her off his cock, he exclaimed, �Damn!� Don�t you ever get enough?� Jake Stringer was right about you; you�re one hot piece of ass.� Enthusiastic too.�
Shelly heard approaching footsteps and turned to see the smartly uniformed deputy.
�Hal, this whore is Shelly Blalock.� Caught her in the act working without a permit at P-Willy�s.� She�s rectified the permit problem, but there�s still the matter of Publicly Lewd and Lascivious Behavior.� Now rather than jail time, I�ve decided it would be more appropriate for her to repay her debt to society by performing twenty-four hours of community service.
�Now, Ms. Blalock, you don�t have to do all twenty-four hours at one time.� We can break it up.�� A few hours here, an hour there.�
Shelly looked up at the Sheriff and to the deputy, a strapping Blackman who was grinning so broadly that his teeth seemed to be glowing.� �Uh, what is it that I�m to do?� she asked cautiously.
�Simple.� Just do what you do best; perform lewd and lascivious acts with my deputies.� They�re public servants and none of them can afford a pretty whore like you.� Should be easy for you.� It�s either that or jail time, darling.� It�s your body, so it�s all up to you, Ms. Blalock.�
Shelly thought for a moment.� No way was she going to jail and have her name dragged through the mud, but� Luke wouldn�t like it� maybe he would, but with a Negro?� Then she remembered the Blackman who won her at P-Willy�s.� Luke didn�t stop that.� He just stood by watching as the black guy took her. �She looked back to the deputy who was already unbuttoning his shirt.� He wasn�t particularly handsome, but then again he wasn�t as downright ugly as the black fellow at P-Willy�s.� Her thoughts began to drift off, wondering what sort of equipment the deputy was hiding in his pants.
�Well?�
Shelly�s musings were interrupted by the gravely voice of the Sheriff.� �Ummm, what did you say?�
�Pay attention, Ms. Blalock.� Do you agree to the terms for your release or do I haul that fine ass of yours off to jail.�
�Yes.� That�ll be fine.�
�What�s fine?� Be clear, Ms. Blalock,� demanded the Sheriff.� �I don�t want any misunderstandings.� You don�t want any misunderstandings.�
�I agree.�
�You agree to plead guilty and accept the twenty-four hours of pubic service in lieu of jail time?�
�Yes.� I�ll do it.�� My husband��
Ignoring her rambling explanation, the Sheriff turned his attention to his deputy.� �Hal, I�ll pick her up in a few hours.� Every man on duty gets a thirty-minute break with her.� Off duty officers� no time limits.� Understand?� You are to remain here the entire time and supervise her community service.� Call me when you men are finished.�
�Now, I want to be clear about this, Deputy.� You and the other guys can fuck her as much as you want, but I don�t want any bruises or other marks on her body.� Do I make myself clear?� The governor will be in town in few weeks to present the department the State Public Safety Award.� I�m sure he�ll want to visit with Ms. Blalock when he�s in town, so there had better not be any bruises.�
�Yes, suh!�
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To be continued...