John Kellerman - Raped young runaway

"What you say your name was?" The big cop glowered down at Bobbie Ann.

She tried to make her voice huskier but it quavered just the same.

"Bob," she managed to get out. She could feel her small tits pressing out against the elastic band she used around her chest.

The cop's hand slipped up her belly, up across her baggy sweater. He grinned, and somehow she thought he looked even more evil smiling than frowning.

"Hey, Barney, I think we got a weird one here. This ain't no boy." He laughed. "Not unless boys are coming with tits this year."

Barney, the other cops swaggered up from alongside the patrol car.

The turning red light blinded Bobbie. She looked straight ahead, trying not to panic as the cop's hand searched lower now. We jerked the front of her jeans open and his fingers slipped under her panties. Bobbie gave a moan as he divided her cuntlips and drew his fingertip along the wet heat of her cuntslit.

"Ohhhhhh, don't!" she gasped. "Please, d-d-don't!"

The cop smelled his fingertips while she quickly re-buttoned her Levi's.

"She's a girl all right." He laughed, then pushed his finger under the other cop's nose. "Here have a whiff on me."

"God damn, that smells young," Barney said. "Let's get her off the highway here. I put her pack in the car." He looked gruffly at Bobbie. "You know, you could get in lots of trouble hitchhiking around there. Ain't that right, Joe?"

Joe's fingers tightened on her farm. "I'd say she's already in a lot of trouble."

Both men laughed as they dragged her to the patrol car and pushed her roughly into the back seat. Joe slid in beside her. He kept staring, and it made Bobbie's skin crawl. Barney pulled back onto the highway, and they drove for a few minutes without saying anything.

"Slim-hipped little bitch, isn't she?" Barney said over his shoulder.

"Yeah, but mostly it's all these baggy clothes she has on. Must pick 'em up at Goodwill or something. What I can't figure is whether she's queer or not. You on the lam from something." Joe looked hard at her, and Bobbie couldn't hide her trembling. "You're pretty young to be in trouble. What you do, stick a knife in your old man when he tried to rape you?"

Both cops thought this was uproariously funny.

Bobbie cringed. She was chewing her lip now. She could feel where the cop's finger had rubbed between the lips of her cunt. As much as she hated him, her cunt mound tingled and felt swollen and hot.

Suddenly, Joe grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth. She struggled, but it was like fighting a bear. She could smell the leather of his jacket and his aftershave, feel the roughness of his beard as he pushed his tongue between her teeth. She sagged, breathing rapidly through her nostrils as his hands explored her body again. He was under her sweater, pulling the elastic band down from her tits. She couldn't stifle a moan as his palm excited her small pink nipples. His kiss deepened, forcing her mouth wider. He opened her jeans again and quickly found her cunt.

"Mhhhuuuhh," she gasped, unable to twist away from his mouth. Her heart pounded and her hands fluttered helplessly against his big chest. The cop's finger was gliding up and down her cuntslit now.

Ohhh God, why did he want to touch her there? It made her feel so giddy, so weak, like she wasn't even sane any more. Her cunt grew battery, and she could hear the sickening sound of her cuntlips clinging around his knuckles. She couldn't smother her panting excitement – she'd never been able to. Whenever a man touched her, she went to pieces. Wasn't that one of the reasons she'd decided to travel incognito in the first place? For a girl like her, the world was a dangerous place. But now her disguise wasn't doing her any good.

The cop's finger was mashing her clit now, massaging it. He kissed her harder as her sensitive nub rose from its hood and throbbed hotly against his touch.

"Uhhh… uhhh…" she panted, her eyes half-closed now.

The cop let her go suddenly and took his hand away from her body. Bobbie lay in the corner by the door, panting softly. She was too weak to move.

"She's no queer chick," Joe said. "Fact is, I think she's a hot, one."

"Oh yeah?" Barney grinned, trying to get a look at her in the rearview mirror. Maybe we oughta take her down to the reservoir and give her a little trial and sentencing. Save the county some money.

Joe didn't say anything for awhile. Bobbie found him looking into her eyes. His face had changed somehow, grown softer.

"Or we could let her go."

"Let her go?" Barney boomed. "Man, you must be getting weak in the skull." He whipped the patrol car onto an exit ramp, and the lights of the interstate faded behind them.

Joe lit a cigarette, and now Bobbie could see his rugged features in the glow of the ash. He looked something like Marlon Brando, a little like Robert Redford. There was a scar on his chin.

"What's your name – your real name?"

"Bobbie Ann Price."

Her lips still burned from his kisses. She hated him – but there was something else…

"You shouldn't be out hitchhiking, Bobbie Ann Price. There's lots of unsavory characters around."

"Like us," Barney put in, turning to get a look at her. "Why don't you pull off that damn baggy sweater of hers, Joe."

Joe didn't make a move. He just looked hard at Bobbie.

"Go ahead and take it off. Barney gets his kicks looking at schoolgirls."

"I'm not in school." Bobbie said, unsure as to why she bothered to mention it at all. "And I'm not going to take off my sweater."

"You sure as hell are," Barney snarled, the patrol car swerving as he turned to give her an ugly look. He slowed and turned onto a narrower blacktop road. It seemed to be getting quieter and darker, the deeper they went into the country. "Come on, make her take if off, Joe."

Joe nodded at Bobbie, his cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes showed he meant business. Bobbie grabbed the sweater at the bottom and yanked it over her head. The elastic band wasn't even covering her tits any more, so she took it off, too. Joe's expression didn't change, except for the flaring of his nostrils.

"Jesus," he murmured.

"What is it?" Barney wanted to know. He was driving slower.

"She's just a kid."

"Shit, we knew that, didn't we?" Barney found the dirt road he was looking far and pulled onto it. After another half-mile of bumpy riding, he braked and killed the engine and lights. "Get her outside. I want to see all of her."

Bobbie was yanked around the front of the car, and then Barney's big hands were working her clothes off. She stood there, trembling in the chill wind. Joe held a flashlight on her while his partner skinned her naked. Bobbie felt so white, so soft, so vulnerable.

Joe picked up her clothes and held them out to her. Bobbie gave him a weak smile and reached. But Barney slapped her hand away. When she looked over, there was a big ugly revolver in his hand. Joe's expression was still blank, but his jaw twitched below his ear.

"What's this?"

"You first, Joe. I'm pulling rank on you, boy. Gonna teach you how to enjoy the finer things in life." Barney shoved Bobbie onto her knees in front of Joe. "Get busy, baby. Unless you'd like to spend a month out at the women's detention camp. And I can tell you that the gals out there are even meaner than I am."

"You've flipped out," Joe said, still smoking his cigarette. Barney kept the gun on him.

"Go ahead, Bobbie whatever-your-name-is. Give this dumb cop a blowjob before I lose my patience."