Brad Harris: Caged virgin

"Sure," he told her. "I'd love to give you a job. Don't ever let it be said that Joe Cousins failed to aid a lady in distress."

His eyes gaped at the lines of her body, zeroing in on her firm, ripe tits. Lynda felt a rising discomfort at the way he eyed her, a growing uneasiness as he took the liberty of leading her back to his office with an arm securely around her waist. She could feel the heat of his desire for her. The young girl realized that this was not the best man to approach for help.

She would never have approached him, except for the theft. She had been careless for just a moment. She had run into the post office to mail a card back to Brill. In her haste to send the message she had left her purse in the car. She came out in time to see her car disappearing down the small road that wound through the dusty little town.

She could have called Brill. Her over-sexed boy friend would have leaped at the chance to help her out of a jam. He would have rushed to her aid, even if he didn't figure it might make her more agreeable to going to bed with him. He would, though. That's exactly what he would figure. That's exactly why she didn't call him.

"Now, honey," the owner of the small diner asked her, "where have you worked before? You ever waited tables?"

He stared at her tits as she explained that she had never been a waitress before. He seemed not to even hear her as she explained the circumstances of her being there. He looked at her as though he wouldn't have believed her if he had heard her. He grinned lewdly at her, licking his lips like he wanted to eat her.

"In other words," he grunted, "You have no job and no money. All right, sweetheart, I'm an easy man to please. You can work here for a few days. You be nice to old Joe and you can work here as long as you need to."

He pulled her to him and grabbed her tightly. His mouth came down over her lips while one hand groped for her tits. He got her blouse open and tried to squeeze his fingers inside her bra. Lynda tried to pull away as he pressed at her nipple, sending warm sparks of terrified delight through her tits. She felt his tongue come into her mouth, lapping about sensuously. He suddenly pulled his hand out of her bra and reached beneath her skin, pulling the material up as he grabbed at her pussy.

"No!" she gasped, pulling her mouth from him. "No!"

"Oh, hell yes!" he laughed, his hand gripping roughly at her cunt. "Baby, you need some help. Old Joe is willing to look after you just as soon as you look after Joe's hot old cock."

He had worked her panties down and was getting a finger into her pussy. The slender brunette felt the rise of his passion. She knew his cock was already getting hard and angry, intent on battering its way into her cunt. She almost panicked, then deliberately brought her knee up viciously into his groin. The man stopped his groping immediately. He let out a bellow of pain and released her.

"Damn you!" he snarled. "Damn you, anyway!"

"I asked for a job as a waitress," she snapped back at him angrily. "I'm not a whore. I'll wait tables. I'll cook. I'll wash dishes. I'll do anything for a job. But I won't fuck with you."

"The hell you won't!" he growled at her. "Before you leave this town you'll be begging me to let you suck my cock!"

He grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her. Lynda moaned in pain, afraid that he would wrench her arm out of its socket. He pulled her across the room and held her with one hand while he reached for the phone with the other.

"Last chance," he whispered huskily. "You going to fuck me or not?"

"Hell no!" she answered. "No way!"

"Not yet is what you really mean," he muttered. "You will, Baby! You will!"

He held her by the arm and picked up his phone. The frightened brunette heard him ask the operator for the jail. Lynda suddenly realized what he was planning. She had already experienced a hint of the caliber of law enforcement in this town. She had experienced it when the two deputies stopped her out on the highway and tried to proposition her. She had experienced it even more when the same two had taken her report on the theft of her car. The bastards had acted like they'd never seen her before, like they'd not seen her driving the car she was now reporting.

"Rocky?" Joe Cousins grunted into the phone. "Got a little present up here for you. I think you might enjoy this one."

He hung up and pulled her to the door of his small office. Opening it, he looked out into the cafe itself and called out to the lone customer who had come in.

"Be with you in a few minutes," he told the customer. "Just pour yourself a cup of coffee. You know where everything is, don't you?"

He closed the door once again, then pulled the frightened brunette close to him. His hand raked lasciviously over her tits, then reached back down to her cunt. He was laughing as he grasped her pussy roughly and shook it. He laughed as he buried his face in her tits and rubbed back and forth over the heaving globes.

"Sure would have been easier if you had just decided to go ahead and put out for me," he told her. "Would have been a hell of a lot easier on both of us."

He might have said more, he might have tried more with her, except for the arrival of the two deputies. Lynda felt a sinking feeling as she recognized the two. These were the same ones! Damn them, anyway! They came swaggering into the room, their eyes looking over her body, their mouths spread in lewd grins.

"What's the trouble?" the taller deputy asked. "You got some kind of problem?"

"This girl was trying to pick up one of my customers," Joe answered. "When I told her that we didn't allow hookers in Dalesville she tried to proposition me."

"That's a lie!" Lynda snapped at him. "That's a damned lie and you know it!"

"Shut up!" the heavier deputy snarled. "Shut up while a citizen makes a complaint."

"Anyway," Joe continued, "I played along with her. I brought her on back here. Shit, I didn't want her upsetting my customers, did I? I brought her back here, letting her think I was taking her up on her offer. Soon as we got through the door she started taking off her blouse."

"You bastard!" the brunette snapped at him. "You lying bastard!"

"Foul mouth there!" the tall, lean deputy noted to his heavy-set comrade. "Damn if she doesn't have a foul mouth."

Lynda looked at them helplessly. She wasn't going to get any assistance from these two. She had known it all along. Protesting was just a waste of effort. She drew in a sharp breath and clamped her mouth shut.

"Look there," Joe laughed, "She's still got that blouse open and her tits hanging out all over the place. We sure can't have a girl like this running loose around town."

"Shit no!" the burly man replied. "Not a pair of tits like that! God! Don't they get you horny just looking at them?"

"Yeah," the tall deputy agreed. "We'd better get this little hooker out of circulation fast. A girl like this could cause all sorts of trouble."

His eyes looked hungrily over Lynda, looked at her cunt-mound and at the lithe curves of her legs. He reached over and grabbed her arm. Before the astonished brunette realized it, he had snapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists. The three men stood in front of her, grinning obscenely at her helpless body. The taller lawman reached over and cupped a tit roughly. His eyes narrowed in delight at the feel of her flesh. His tongue ran slowly across his lips. He rolled her tit lushly over her chest.

"Lots of trouble," he repeated. "Hell, with this piece of tail loose on the streets there wouldn't be a safe marriage in the whole damn town."

They took her out to their car and pushed her roughly into the back seat. Lynda saw the grinning face of Joe Cousins watching them. She saw the satisfaction on his face. Damn him, she thought. Damn him to hell. The bastard had lied as easily as anyone she had ever heard.