Brad Harris: Caged virgin

"You get in the back seat with her, Gene," the tall deputy told his partner. "The little lady probably needs to be watched carefully. Mustn't take a chance on a dangerous criminal like her getting loose from us."

He laughed as the beefy deputy climbed in beside the girl and slammed the door. Gene grinned over at the frightened brunette, sliding along the seat until he had her pinned against the far window.

"You gonna be good to old Gene?" he asked her. "You gonna show me how badly you want to be a good girl?"

He laid a beefy hand on her thigh, pulling her skirt up and reaching beneath it for her pussy. He pressed a finger against the delicate nylon of her panties, pushing into her pussy and rubbing at her clit. His breath was heavy and gasping as he looked down at her blouse where it had remained open.

"This little piece of pussy is going to be one good lay," he called to his partner. "She's sure going to make for some nice evenings down at the jail."

"The hell I am!" Lynda answered him. "You touch me and you'll regret the shit out of it!"

"You hear her, Rocky?" the man laughed as he rubbed his finger harder against her clit. "She's a regular little tiger!"

"Got my cock all rearing to get in her already," the deputy called from the driver's seat. "You're right, Gene. We'll have us a good time with that sweet pussy."

"Come on, Baby!" Gene urged the girl. "The better you treat us, the easier it'll be on you."

He pulled her over and leaned his face in front of her. He kept playing with her pussy while his other hand grabbed at her tits, squeezing them and thumbing through her bra until he had her nipples hardening despite her fear and anger. He pressed his mouth over her lips, sucking sharply on her breath. Then his thick, heavy tongue rammed into her mouth. Lynda moaned as he worked at her. She shivered in terror at the rough, brutal play of his hands on her tits and pussy. With her arms handcuffed behind her back, she was helpless. Her tits thrust forward despite her struggles, thrust forward in response to his ecstatic caresses.

"Say, Rocky," he panted as he lifted his face from hers. "How about taking her for a little drive in the country. I know a damn good place where we could take her. My pecker needs to taste her honey right now."

"I'd like to," Rocky answered him. "I'd sure like to. Can't risk it, though. We're on duty this afternoon. Soon as we got her panties down, there'd be a call from the sheriff. We'll get our chance tonight. You can count on that."

"Shit!" the burly deputy snarled. "She'll be worn out by then. Won't be any more fight left in her. By the time we get off Sam and his crowd will have worn her pussy clean out."

"Can't be helped," his partner commented as he pulled the car to a stop in front of the red brick building that housed the jail and sheriff's offices. "Let's get her inside."

"Sorry, old buddy, but your hot pecker will just have to wait a while for its fun."

They pulled Lynda from the car and took her inside the building. The smell of strong disinfectant hit her nostrils as she was pushed back through a narrow hallway. A skinny man with several days' growth of beard on his face rose as they came to his small desk. He looked at Lynda, eyes focusing on her open blouse, and grinned broadly. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed quickly. He spat a wad of tobacco juice into a paper cup on the desk and spoke to the two deputies.

"Where the hell did you boys come up with this?"

He stepped from behind the desk and eyed Lynda approvingly from head to toe. He patted her on the ass, then cupped a tit and bounced it lightly on his fingers. The grin remained on his face. Even when he spat the deep brown tobacco again, he still grinned.

"This little hooker was causing trouble down at Joe Cousins' place," Rocky answered him. "We figured that she was too much pussy to allow around this town."

"I agree! I agree!" the tobacco chewing jailer answered. His hand tightened over her tit while his other hand stroked her hips. "Can't have good stuff like this roaming the streets. We'll keep this for those who can appreciate it."

He spat again, releasing her tit and pulling out a worn notebook from his desk. Rocky took out a key and began removing the handcuffs while the jailer made a few notations.

"All right, honey," he said to the girl. "Let's see your identification."

"I don't have any," Lynda told him. "These two bastards know I don't have any. My car was stolen less than an hour ago! My purse was on the front seat. I called them and reported it. They know damn well that I'm no prostitute. I asked the man at the cafe for some work to earn bus fare out of here. When I refused to put out for him he called these apes. Get me the sheriff! You aren't going to get away with this!"

"Jane Doe," the jailer muttered as he wrote in the notebook. "Transient. Refused to identify herself. Slandered the officers of the law. Boys, I think we have heard all this before."

"Yeah," Rocky answered, "they're all alike. Book her for soliciting and lock her up. We'll be in to question her later."

Lynda saw his elbow dig into his partner's beefy stomach as he referred to questioning her. The brunette had no doubt what he meant by that. She looked around helplessly, trying to figure some way out of the place. Clearly they had no intention of letting her make any phone calls. She was their prisoner, helpless, unless she could appeal to some more responsible person.

"The sheriff!" she demanded. "I want to see the sheriff!"

"And he'll want to see you, too!" Rocky laughed. "Oh God! He'll sure as hell want to see you! That will have to wait until the gets back in town, though. Too bad, sweetheart."

The two deputies pushed her behind the jailer as he led them through a heavy door with bars across the window. They went down another hallway, stopping before an open cell. Lynda was shoved inside. She stood, too angry to speak, as they slapped the jailer on the back and walked back up the hall.

The skinny man who was now her sole keeper stepped toward her. His grin was even wider as he looked over her slender body. He reached behind him and pulled the cell door shut.

"All right, honey," he laughed. "Let's make sure you aren't concealing any weapons on you. Strip out of those clothes."

"You want to do it the easy way?" he asked in a voice trembling with excited passion. "Or do you want me to call for help?"

Lynda looked at the man in front of her. His body was throbbing, his Adam's apple working anxiously. His nostrils flared as he waited for her to comply with his order. Lynda could imagine how delighted the two deputies would be to return and help him strip her clothing from her. She opened her mouth to protest, then realized that her complaints had been totally ignored up until now. There seemed no reason for this crude jailer to begin heeding her protests now.

She took a deep trembling breath and began slipping out of her blouse. The slender man licked his lips at the full display of her tits in the dainty, lacy bra. He trembled more noticeably as she slipped her skirt off and stood before him, clad only in the skimpy bra and her transparent panties. She stood there, certain that this was enough. It was enough if he actually wanted to be sure that she wasn't hiding anything.

"The rest," he whispered. "Take off the rest!"

"But there's no way I could hide anything under these," she answered, trying to make her eyes meet his in soft pleading. "You expect me to hide a shotgun inside my bra?"

He laughed with short gasping sounds. Before she realized it, he had stepped to her and grabbed for her bra. She could feel the hot passion that pulsed through his body as he stood against her.

"All right!" she snapped and drew back from him. "All right! Just take it easy!"