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Kim wasn't feeling well. She stepped out of the shower and toweled her hair. Dropping the towel onto the floor, Kim stepped in front of the mirror and placed both hands on the counter. She looked at herself in the mirror. I have to think. I need time to think. There has to be a way out of this mess. This isn't who I am... She suddenly heard a loud knock from the front door. What now? Please make this all go away! She felt as if she would burst into tears. Suppressing her urge to weep, Kim hurried into her bedroom and pulled on a pair of blue jeans. The knocking came again...louder. Throwing on a sweatshirt, Kim approached the front door. She looked out the peephole and saw Officer Falls on the front porch. Right on time, of course. She slowly pulled the door open.
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“Hi, Officer Falls.” Kim cringed as the plump lady pushed her way inside.
“Nonsense, girl! The time for greeting was when I first knocked. Not ten minutes later! What took so long?” Margaret dropped a bag in the entryway and gave the girl an icy stare. “Well?”
“I was just getting out of the shower. I had to get...”
Margaret cut Kim off. “Quiet girl. Stop your yammering. Do you have my money?”
“Yes, ma'am.” Kim picked the money up from the coffee table and handed it to Officer Falls.
Margaret counted the money and smiled. “Well, see what can happen when you apply yourself?”
“Yes, ma'am.” Kim watched Officer Falls nervously.
Margaret motioned to the bag lying in the entryway. “In that bag, you'll find your outfit for the night. You will wear only what you find in the bag... nothing else. We have an important errand to run.”
Kim walked over and lifted the bag. She was afraid to look inside.
“I'll be back at eight o'clock. I expect you to be prompt in answering the door next time.” Margaret smiled at the girl's pained face. She turned towards the front door.
“But... But, Ms. Falls... I have a date with Jeff tonight. I told you that earlier. Please... can't this errand wait?” Kim's bottom lip quivered.
“Cancel the date whore and be ready on time.” Margaret closed the door behind herself.
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Kim shuffled slowly into her bedroom and sat on the bed. She opened the bag and took out a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts and short yellow halter-top. There were no under garments or shoes. Kim hung her head in her hands and let her long dark hair fall across her face.
“Enough is ENOUGH!” Kim shouted out loud. “I need some space to think!” She threw the halter-top on the floor and reached for her purse. Taking out her credit card, she walked over to the phone and dialed a number.
“Yes, hello. I need to reserve a room for the night. Single occupancy... Kim Johnson. Yes my credit card number is...” Kim spoke rapidly into the receiver. “Thanks. Goodbye.” She hung up the phone and smiled. This is still my life and I'll be damned if I'll let that fat bitch destroy me.
Kim rushed into her bedroom and packed a small suitcase. Turning out the lights, she closed the door behind herself and hurried to her car. Tonight is my night... let that fat bitch do what she will... Kim sped out of the parking lot.
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Sam stood in the storage shed and watched Kim speed away. What the hell's this all about? He checked his watch and noted the time mentally. 6:00 PM. Very interesting...
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Kim was happy. She felt in control again. Her window was down and the wind blew through her hair. The radio was turned up loud and Kim hummed along with the song. She turned off the highway and into the hotel parking lot. Getting out of the car, she headed to the front office.
“Hi. I have a reservation.” Kim smiled at the young man behind the counter.
He smiled back. “Name please?”
“Kimberly Johnson.”
“Yes Ms. Johnson. Here's your key. This is a non-smoking room. Checkout is at 10:00 AM.” The clerk handed Kim her room key. “Enjoy your stay.” He smiled cordially.
Kim walked back outside and breathed deeply. The evening air smelled good. She went to her car and took out her small suitcase. She set her car alarm and found her way to the room.
Once inside, Kim laid her bag on the bed and picked up the phone.
“Hi, Jeff. I'm afraid I'll have to cancel our date tonight. There's been an issue at work and I'll have to work late on some paperwork.” Kim listened to Jeff's complaints. “I know, baby. I'm so sorry. Please trust me. If you love me, you'll understand.” That line always worked. “Okay, baby... I love you to.” Kim hung up the receiver.
She walked over to the bed and lay down. She picked up the remote control and turned on the television. Relaxation and deep thinking... that's my plan tonight. Kim felt invigorated. She was in control again. Things may just work out after all...
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Margaret banged on the door again. I told that bitch to be prompt this time! When I get my hands on her I'll...
Margaret's thoughts were cut-off by the gruff voice of Sam.
“Hey Officer Falls. You lookin' for Kimmy?” Sam looked up from the bottom of the stairs.
“No, idiot. I was hoping to find Elvis here.” Margaret stared down at Sam. “Well? Spit it out maggot. I know you didn't crawl over here without some reason.”
“Well...it's like this Ms. Falls... Kimmy left about two hours ago... Left in a big hurry to. I thought it was a little strange. She was carrying a suitcase with her... I'm surprised that an officer with your type training didn't realize her car was gone.” Sam's mouth twitched into a grin.
Margaret suddenly scanned the parking lot. Why that little tramp... the nerve!
“Stop your smirking and give me the master key, fool!” Margaret beckoned Sam up the stairs.
Sam scampered to the top of the staircase and took out his key ring. “Here ya' go. This is the one. Got it marked with a...”
“Shut up, oaf!” Margaret grabbed the key and unlocked the door. “Wait here.”
Sam followed her inside. Margaret walked through the apartment and looked through Kim's bedroom and bathroom. She walked back into the living room and stood in the middle of the floor tapping her foot. mmmm... where did you go, tramp?
She looked over and saw Sam leaning in the entryway. She noticed the cell phone hanging on Sam's belt. That gives me an idea...
Margaret walked over to Kim's phone and picked up the receiver. She pressed redial. After a couple of rings a voice answered.
“Goodnight Inn, may I help you?” The voice was professional and uncaring.
“Yes. May I have your address there?” Margaret took out a pen and paper.
“Yes... okay. Got it. Thank you.” Margaret hung up the phone. Green Valley Highway... That's in Wilson County, I think. That would be Sheriff Finley's territory. I haven't talked with him in awhile. The wheels were turning. Margaret had an idea. Margaret had a real good idea.
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Sheriff Bart Finley hung up the phone. He shook his head and took off his cowboy hat. He hadn't talked with Margaret Falls in a long time. Bart couldn't say he liked Margaret Falls, only that he liked what she had to say. Bart had helped Margaret with a few of her “unruly tramps” in the past. He always enjoyed lending a helping hand. He was more than willing to be of assistance again.
Bart Finley was a large man with a prominent beer gut. He was partial to a good shot of whiskey and young girls. Being Sheriff of Wilson County gave Bart the opportunity to engage both vices. He had been reelected to five, four-year terms and he intended to retire as Sheriff. He was the law in town and nobody had better cross him.
“Willy! Get your ass in here!” Bart watched Deputy William Finley walk into the room. Willy was Bart's nephew. He was a little slow on the uptake but he was loyal. Bart admired loyalty more than any other quality... as long as it was loyalty to him.
“We've got a special job to do tonight, Willy. Why don't you go into the evidence room and get a little of that speed we confiscated from those punks last night?” Bart indicated a door in the back of the office.
“We framin' someone tonight, Uncle Bart?” Willy asked.
“You don't worry about that kiddo. I'll explain on the way.” Bart put his hat back on and scratched his stomach. “And hurry up, son!”
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Kim was lying on the bed looking at the television. She wasn't really paying attention to the screen and the sound was on mute. Kim was thinking. She held a business card in her hand. “FRANK SMITH, ATTORNEY AT LAW”
Kim had dressed comfortably. She was wearing a long t-shirt, which came to her knees and a pair of cotton panties. She was barefoot and wore no bra. She leaned over and picked up her soda can and took a drink. There might be a solution to this problem if Mr. Smith will just believe me... She brushed her long dark hair from her face with her hand. She glanced at the digital clock. 11:00 PM. Time is really flying...
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Sheriff Finley grabbed the key from the hotel clerk's hand. “I thought you'd see things my way, boy!” He cast a glance at the groveling clerk who was now bleeding profusely from the nose. “You need to learn when to say yes to a lawman, sonny.”
The clerk cowered in the corner.
“That's right, boy. The law has the right of way!” Deputy Willy laughed at the bleeding clerk.
“Come on, Willy. Let the boy alone.” Sheriff Finley walked outside followed by his loyal deputy.
“Let's see... Room 112. It should be right over there.” Sheriff Finley walked across the parking lot and stopped in front of one of the plain black doors. He peeked into the window. The shades were closed but he could see through a crack. The young girl lying on the bed was beautiful. She had long brown hair and an incredible figure. Her face was like an angel. Large dark eyes and pouting lips. Her tan legs were shapely and muscular. Her breasts looked to be firm and round. Her feet were small and feminine. Sheriff Finley noticed the open suitcase sitting on the ground. Good place for a plant...
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The sudden banging on the door startled Kim. “Open up! Police!”
Kim almost wet herself! She jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom. What's happening! Why are the police here?
The pounding on the door became louder. “OPEN UP NOW! POLICE!”
Kim heard a key being inserted into the lock. Suddenly the door flew open and two armed officers stepped in with revolvers drawn. “GET ON THE FLOOR, BITCH!” The large officer yelled across the room. Kim fell flat on her face.
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Sheriff Finley admired the young girl lying prone on the floor. His eyes swept over the back of her bare legs and came to rest on her panty-covered bottom. Her t-shirt had come up off her waist and her beautiful ass was in plain view. Sheriff Finley rushed across the room and fell on top of the helpless girl with one knee planted in the small of her back. He grabbed the girl's wrists and jerked them violently behind her back. Taking out a pair of steel handcuffs, Sheriff Finley secured the girl's wrists and placed his gun in its holster. He held a fat hand on the back of the weeping girl's head, pressing her face into the carpet. “Don't you make a move now, girlie. You're in big trouble.” Sheriff Finley nodded to the deputy. He twisted Kim's head towards the bathroom so she couldn't see what the deputy was doing.
“Lookie here, Sheriff.” Deputy Willy grabbed something out of Kim's suitcase.
“Whatcha got there?” Sheriff Finley stood up. “Don't you move an inch, girlie.” He looked down at the shaking girl and smiled.
Kim lay completely still. She heard the officers talking but she didn't understand why they were so mad. She hadn't done anything wrong!
She heard her suitcase being dumped on the ground and the bed sheets being torn off the mattress. She heard drawers being opened and rummaging going on. What's happening?
“Where did this come from, girlie?” Sheriff Finley grabbed Kim's hair and twisted her face around to look at a clear plastic bag filled with a white powder.
“I don't know.” Kim answered honestly. “Where did that come from?”
Sheriff Finley grabbed Kim by the hair with one hand and the back of her panties with the other and pulled her onto her feet. Her cotton panties rode up her crack and started to rip. He slammed her against the wall. “You had best come with us little lady. You have a lot of explaining to do.” He threw Kim into Deputy Willy's arms and motioned them out the door.
The deputy held Kim's arms and pushed her across the parking lot to the police cruiser. He opened the back door and shoved Kim inside. He slammed the door in Kim's face.
Kim was terrified. She sat in the back of the cruiser with her hands cuffed wearing only a long t-shirt and panties. She watched the officers rummage through her car. A tear trickled down her cheek. What did I do????
Sheriff Finley walked towards the police car. In his hand he held a business card. Frank Smith... I know that bastard. He's a real crusader. He crumpled the card and tossed onto the parking lot.
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Back at the station, the two men led Kim into a receiving area. Deputy Willy removed Kim's handcuffs and leaned against the wall. Sheriff Finley walked over to Kim and stood inches from her face. “Now, little miss. We'll have your clothes off to make sure you're not hiding anything.”
“But... isn't there a female officer? I can't undress in front of you.” Kim was crying.
“No. There ain't no female officer and you will undress right now!” Sheriff Finley barked at the shaking girl. “Get em' off!”
Kim hesitated. “Don't I get a phone call?”
“I'm gonna start counting. If them clothes aren't on the floor in ten seconds, I'm gonna rip em' off you!” Sheriff Finley placed his hands on his hips.
Kim slowly pulled the t-shirt over her head. Her firm breasts came into view. She dropped the t-shirt on the floor and tried to cover herself with her hands.
Sheriff Finley was getting hard. “Keep going, missy.”
Kim lowered her panties and stepped out of them. She stood completely nude in front of the leering officers. Her eyes were locked on the ground.
“Stand with your hands on your head and your legs spread wide.” Sheriff Finley commanded.
Deputy Willy walked over and ran his hands down Kim's sides and over her cute legs. He moved his hands back up and cupped a butt cheek in each hand and squeezed. “You're in good shape girl. You been working out?”
Kim whimpered an inaudible response.
“Now, lean forward and shake out your hair with your hands.” Sheriff Finley ordered.
Kim bent forward. She could see the deputy walking behind her and checking out her ass.
“That's good. Now stay bent over and spread your butt cheeks.” The sheriff was in complete control.
Kim reached behind herself and spread her cheeks. She heard the deputy putting on rubber gloves. She heard a jar of Vaseline being opened. The next thing Kim knew, a finger was touching her rectum. The finger entered her slowly and completely. She felt the finger probing her insides. She wept.
Deputy Willy lowered his finger to the crying girl's slit. mmmmm.... I love my job! He thrust his finger inside the girl and massaged. “Nothing in here, boss! At least not right now.” Deputy Willy grinned at Sheriff Finley.
“All right. That's enough.” Sheriff Finley grabbed the naked girl and led her over to a chair. “Sit down.” He sat across the desk from Kim and admired her nude body.
“Name?” Sheriff Finley took out a clipboard.
“Kimberly Lee Johnson”
“Age?”
“Nineteen.”
Kim was extremely nervous. She held her hands over her breasts and tried to cross her legs to hide her exposed privates.
“Address?”
“22B Sycamore Street.”
The questions went on and on.
“Can't I have some clothes, sir?” Kim was hopeful.
Sheriff Finley leaned back in the chair. “Deputy?”
“Yes, sir?” Deputy Willy stepped forward. His erection was clearly visible through his pants.
“Take Ms. Twenty Questions back to the holding cell. Give her a uniform and put her in cell B.” Sheriff Finley smiled knowingly.
“Yes sir.” The deputy grabbed the nude teenager and pulled her to her feet. “Come on!”
The deputy led Kim to the back of the station and down a hallway. Her bare feet were silent on the stone floor.
The deputy stopped at a cabinet and took out a worn orange prison dress. He tossed the garment to Kim. “Get dressed, honey.“ Kim noticed the dress was like a hospital gown. It was open in the back with a couple of drawstrings. She was thankful for anything at this point. She placed her arms in the gown and pulled it over her front. She tied the strings behind her. She knew her backside was still plainly in view but at least it was something.
The deputy led Kim down a dark corridor. They walked past several empty cells before they arrived at the last holding cell.
“Wake up, Tom.” The deputy banged on the bars. Kim was shocked to see a large black man stand up from the bunk. He was at least 6'5” tall and wore a plain orange jumpsuit. His head was shaved and he had a dragon tattooed across his left cheek.
“Got you a little company for the night. Be gentle.” The deputy unlocked the door and pushed Kim inside.
“What are you doing? I need my own cell!” Kim grabbed onto the bars and cried. “Please don't leave me here!” Kim watched the deputy walk back down the hallway and around the corner. She stood with her hands clasped tightly on the bars.
She heard the black man walking up behind her. She could smell is body sweat. She felt a hand reach under her gown and cup her firm ass. Kim was shaking.
Tom grabbed the back of Kim's hair and pulled it into a ponytail. He pulled down on her hair and let it fall loose across her shoulders again. He took her by the elbow and led her back to the bunk bed. Kim was speechless with terror.
Tom pulled Kim onto the edge of the bed in a sitting position. He reached behind her and began to untie the straps to her gown.
“Please...please... don't.” Kim wept.
Tom let the gown fall open in the back and slowly eased it off the weeping girl's shoulders.
The gown fell down in Kim's lap fully exposing her bare breasts and tummy. A large black hand pulled the gown out of her lap and tossed it in the corner.
Kim watched the large man out of the corner of her eye. She was shaking uncontrollably. She watched as he removed his prison jumpsuit slowly and deliberately. She saw his enormous cock spring into view, fully erect.
The nude teenager sat shaking on the edge of the bunk as the man stood in front of her.
He guided his stiff erection in front of her face and brushed her quivering lips with his bulbous head. With one hand he pressed on her cheeks forcing her lips open and inserted his huge penis into her warm mouth. With his other hand, he guided her forward onto his erection. A quick slap started her sucking. He thrust slowly into the whimpering girl's mouth. In and out, his cock played across the youngster's lips. She could taste his foul precum on her tongue. She wanted to gag. Several minutes went by. She felt his head swelling... close to ejaculation.
He suddenly pulled free of her mouth and pushed her onto her back across the bunk. He lay on top of her and held her hands above her head. He pushed his erection between her legs and forced himself inside her. He continued to hold her small wrists in one of his large hands as he pumped her slowly and rythmatically. His other hand fondled her breasts and belly. The only sound in the room was her whimpering and the wet sounds coming from between her legs. The man grunted and she once again felt his head swelling inside her, close to orgasm.
Again he pulled out. He rolled her effortlessly onto her stomach and lifted her onto her knees. A quick slap to her ass brought her to attention. Using his knees, he pushed her legs apart and she felt his thick head at the entry to her anus. The man spit into his hand and rubbed the saliva onto her rectum and over his cock. With a grunt, he thrust his swollen member into her tight hole. Kim screamed in pain.
He pumped her slowly. His rhythm increased as he reached under her to twist her protruding nipples. She could feel wetness coming from her rectum and she knew she was bleeding. He only increased his thrusts with the added lubrication. He seemed to have no sympathy for her pain. Kim screamed again as he withdrew from her bleeding anus and turned her onto her back.
He sat on her chest with his knees across her shoulders. His erection was above her face and she watched his hand move up and down his shaft. Suddenly, semen shot from his engorged penis and sprayed over her face. She gagged as some of the sticky fluid hit her lips and went into her mouth and eyes. He continued to stroke himself, milking every last drop onto her face.
He stood up and urinated loudly into the toilet. Grabbing her by the arm, the man pulled her onto the floor and tossed her gown on top of her. Her lay down on the bunk and pulled the blanket over himself with a satisfied sigh. Within minutes he was snoring.
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Kim lay on the floor afraid to move. She clutched her prison gown tightly to her stomach. Suddenly, all of her plans, which she had been formulating, seemed ridiculous. She felt a helpless and empty feeling inside. She wept silently in the darkness...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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