"But I'm not. We're going to live here, in some place called, uhm Grandon."
"You say. Far as I know you're outa state. That means you gotta come back to the station until you cough up the two hundred dollar fine."
"I wasn't going eighty-five!" she protested.
"You say," he grinned. "Out."
She cursed under her breath and opened the door, then got out of the car. He gripped her arm and turned her around, then pulled her hand behind her.
"Hey!" she cried.
"Gotta handcuff all prisoners," he said. "Thems the rules."
"But she was only speeding," Amy protested, on her knees on the seat now, looking out the side.
"You shut yer yap, girl," the man growled, pointing his fingers at her. "Don't you go inferferin' with a officer in the performance of his duties."
"Why can't just drive there behind you?" Meghan demanded.
"Cause I say so."
"Well what am I supposed to do!" Amy demanded.
"Grandon's not far," Meghan said. "Go and find Mom and Dad and get some money."
"But I only have a learners permit," Amy protested.
The fat officer jerked Meghan around and marched her back to a beat up Chevy with bars on the rear windows. He jerked open the door and roughly shoved her inside, then got in the front.
He stomped on the gas and the car screeched out onto the road, then did a U-turn and headed back the way he'd come. Meghan looked out the rear window until Amy and the jeep disappeared from sight.
She sat there glowering at the back of the cop, through the bars between the seats.
"Hey," she said. "These things are too tight."
He spit out the open window. "Tough," he said.
"They're hurting me!"
"You don't shut her yap I'll hurt you worse."
She muttered angrily but shut up.
They turned off onto another road, then made another turn, then another.
"How much further is this stupid police station!" she demanded.
"It's a big county," the guy shrugged.
She rolled her eyes unhappily and tried to rub some feeling into her hands.
"These fucking cuffs are too tight," she complained again.
He pulled over to the side of the road and stopped, then heaved his bulk out of the car and opened the rear door. A big hand came in and shoved her roughly down on her side, then he gripped her bare leg and jerked her onto her belly.
His hands felt around her cuffs, then a key went into one and she felt them loosening a little.
"Thanks," she said sullenly.
"Well, now, if you're feeling grateful, I can think of a few better ways fer you to show it," he drawled.
He was kneeling on the seat behind her and she felt a sudden twinge fear. The twinge shot upwards into fear and plan as his hand came slid off her wrists and down onto her ass.
"Hey! Get off me!" she cried.
"Settle down, baby. I ain't hurtin' you," he drawled.
His hand caressed her ass, tight in the denim cutoffs, while she wiggled helplessly.
"Don't touch me, you bastard!" she screamed. He snickered, his hand sliding in between her thighs and squeezing her pussy.
"Think yer real hot stuff, don't ya!" he growled.
"Get OFF me!" she cried, twisting violently. He shifted his leg slightly so his knee came on the back of her right thigh. She cried out in pain as her soft flesh was crushed beneath his weight. He jerked her left leg wider, forcing it off the seat, then his hand rubbed her pussy harder.
"You fuckin bastard son of a bitch!" she screamed.
"You watch yer lip, girl," he snapped, slapping the back of her head.
He gripped her arm and rolled her over onto her back. She tried to kick him but he gripped her legs and pulled them apart easily, grinning at her as he knelt between them. He licked his lips as his eyes moved up and down her body.
"This ain't Los Angeles, baby," he leered, "Round here, we know what to do with sluts like you."
"I'm not a slut!" she gulped.
"No bra, wavin' yer ass aroun' in tight shorts. Yer jus beggin' for it."
"You… you better let me go," she gulped, frightened now instead of angry.
"Sure, baby, once you done paid for yer crimes."
His hand cupped her pussy again, then both hands slid up her body, up her smooth, bare belly to her crop top. He shoved the top up over her breasts, exposing the bare orbs to his greedy eyes, then laid his hands over them, squeezing hard.
"Ahhh," he sighed. "Nice titties."
"Stop it," she sobbed.
"Think yer too good fer me, baby? You ain't," he sneered.
His big fingers dug into her soft flesh, squeezing and kneading it roughly. He pinched her nipples, laughing when she cried out in pain, pulling them upwards then letting them snap back. He licked at her left nipple, then sucked it into his mouth and gnawed at it with his teeth.
She moaned in pain and tried again to twist away, tears trickling down the sides of her face as the big man bit and sucked on her tit flesh.
He licked down to her belly, then gripped the waistband of her cutoffs and tore it open. Meghan cried out in alarm as the pants opened, then sobbed harder as he jerked them downward. She tried to keep her legs open so he couldn't get them off, but he just grabbed her legs and lifted them up, then pulled them together.
He held her legs together, feet touching the roof of the car, while he slid her cutoffs and panties up their long length to her ankles. Then he pulled them off and shoved her legs apart again.
"Please… please don't," she moaned. "Please."
"You need a good fuckin', baby," he panted. "Snotty slut like you needs to be shown her place."
He gazed at her bare pussy with lust and excitement, then squeezed it hard, rubbing his hand up and down through her soft curly pubic hair. She tried to close her legs and he glared and slapped her right breast.
She screamed in pain and sobbed as he jerked her legs wide apart again.
"You do as you told, slut, or things'll go bad fer you," he snapped.
He undid his belt and dropped the gun and nightstick and other stuff on the floor. Then he undid his other belt and opened his pants. He took out a stiff, red cock and wagged it at her gleefully.
"This's fer you, baby," he grinned.
He pressed the fat nose against her tight, virgin hole, rubbing it up and down, inside she was dry, but outside she was covered in sweat, including between the legs. He was even more sweaty, and he used that as lubrication as he shoved his cockhead against her slit and forced the lips in and back.
"Ohhhhhwwww," she wailed.
"Shut yer mouth, slut," he barked.
He shoved harder, and watched his cockhead slowly sink into the tight hole, watched her slit part, the lips surround his shaft as his head disappeared into her body.
He shoved harder, and Meghan cried out in pain as his cock jabbed into her. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving. She tried to look up at the ceiling, to ignore what was going on, but it didn't work. She gasped in pain each time he thrust forward, each time he forced his cock another inch or two deeper.
Then she felt it meet her hymen. She whimpered in misery and looked up, hoping for some hint of mercy now that he must know she wasn't a slut.
"Hot damn," he cried. "I get to pop a cherry!"
Her hopes fell, then she screamed as he lunged forward, slamming his cock through her hymen, ripping her cunt open as he fell forward atop her slender body.
He crushed her into the seat as he rammed his prong down into her slit, groaning like a hog as he ground his hips against her and bounced atop her. She sobbed and moaned and panted for breath as his cock was slowly forced all the way up her cunt pipe to the very end.
She moaned piteously as he laughed in pleasure. He bounced atop her, making her cry, out in pain, then wriggled from side to side, twisting his cock around in her belly. He reached down and gripped her hair behind her head, forcing her head back, her face up. He jammed his lips against hers and she tasted his bad breath as his tongue shot into her mouth.