She wanted to bite it, but was too frightened. He cupped her breast, squeezing hard, mashing the flesh around from side to side as he humped against her. His cock pumped hard inside her, jerking in and out, tearing her cunt apart as he enjoyed her soft young body.
His hands raced over her body, squeezing and slapping and kneading her flesh as he worked his cock back and forth in her pussy. He sucked and chewed at her lips and throat and ears, grunting with effort as his big ass rose and fell atop her.
The sweat dripped off his head and onto her face as she moaned and wept helplessly, his heat and weight made it hard for her to even breath. Her cunt ached, burned, from the hard, raping it was getting, and her wrists and arms were crushed below her weight and his.
She had never imagined herself undergoing such misery, and sobbed in self-pity as the big man continued to hump down into her lustfully.
"You love that, don't ya, slut!" he panted. "Got a hard one in you now, huh, baby! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Yeah! Yeah! Take that! Ungh! Ungh! Fuckin stuck… ungh… up bitch! Ungh!"
The springs squeaked below them and the car bounced lightly as his heavy body bounced atop her. She grunted in pain each time his weight slammed down against her. It was almost worse than his cock raping up and down in her pussy. Almost.
His cock was tearing in and out of her just opened pussy tunnel in wild, uneven movements, twisting around inside her belly, punching upwards into her guts again and again as he raped her hole. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every hair on his cock as it pumped up and down in her pussy tube, could feel her soft, elastic flesh forced wide open as his cock thrust in, could feel it straining around the thickness of the prick, then could feel it closing as his cock retreated up her tunnel again.
Again and again his big cock plunged to the bottom of her aching pussy tunnel as the big, sweaty man made free use of her soft, nubile, body. He drooled and sucked on her tits again, then squeezed them until she cried. He shoved his tongue deep into her mouth and made her push hers into his. Then he jammed his hands under her to cup her buttocks and jerk them upwards to meet his thrusts.
Meghan cried out now with each stroke, the force multiplied as he jerked her cunt upwards as he thrust down. His body was crushed even tighter against hers and his cock seemed to go even farther inside her, so deep it hurt something way up in her belly.
He grunted in pleasure as he pounded his cock up and down in her pussy slot, his fingers digging into her ass meat as he pulled her against him. His teeth gnawed at the nape of her neck as he impaled her on his hard male meat, then he came, grunting in ecstasy as he felt his juice shooting into her body.
"Uuhhhhhhhh!" he groaned. "Comin'! Comin! Yeahhhhhhh! Oohhhhhh!"
He fucked especially hard, then gave a final flurry of thrusts and lay still atop her, his fingers loosening on her ass.
He heaved a sigh of relief, then slowly pulled his bulk off her and sat up. She lay there whimpering, her breathing loud and ragged.
He grinned down at her, then ran his hand over her body, stroking her breasts, then easing in between her legs.
"Nice, real nice pussy," he sighed. "I ought to arrest you for walking around keeping a nice hole like that all closed up. It should be a crime fer a body like yours not ta get fucked every day."
He pulled her legs together, lifting them again, then sliding her shorts over her feet. He pulled them down to her thighs, then let her legs down and jerked her pants up around her hips, grinning as he zipped them up.
"You be a good girl now," he grinned, getting out of the car and slamming the door.
She lay there, still panting for breath, still sniffling in misery as he got back in the front and started the car again. They drove for another five minutes before she sat up. The tank top fell down over her breasts again, so she could almost pretend nothing had happened.
Almost.
Her pussy still stung from the cruel raping that had ripped out her cherry. Her thighs ached from his hard rutting, and her panties were laying on the floor by her feet.
He drove into a dusty small town and parked in front of a small stone building with one door and one window. There were bars in front of the window, and a sign on the wall said POLICE.
He got out and opened the rear door, then dragged her out of the car and marched her into the police station.
It was as hot inside as out, maybe hotter. She found herself in a small room with a couple of desks, some filing cabinets, and a small table which held a coffee maker and toaster. A man sat at a desk, holding an electric fan up in front of his face.
He looked up as the door opened, his eyes going to her, then the man behind her, then settling back on her.
"Well, now. What we got here!" he asked.
"Found this California slut doing near ninety up on I-14, Sheriff," the fat man said. "Brought her in to pay her fine. 'Cept she ain't got no money."
The other man set down the fan, then slowly stood up. He was dressed the same as the man behind her, but was taller, leaner. He had a narrow face that needed shaving, and was sweating just like the fat man, just like her.
He walked up in front of her, his eyes moving up and down her body appreciatively. She wanted to complain, to tell him what the other man had done, but this man did not fill her with any assurance that she would be treated right. She kept her mouth shut.
"What's your name, girl!" the sheriff demanded.
"Meghan Sheffield," she gulped.
"You been a bad girl, ain't you, Meghan!" he grinned.
"I… I guess," she whispered.
"I guess," he echoed. "How you plannin' on payin' yer fine!"
"I… my sister drove to see my parents. They'll bring money."
"She says they's movin' to Grandon, and her parents are there."
"Uh, huh," the sheriff said. "You kin go back out on patrol again, Frank."
"But, Sheriff…"
"I said git!" the sheriff snapped.
The fat man hurriedly retreated, and Meghan was left alone with the sheriff. He gazed at her through sullen eyes, then took a dirty handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped sweat off his forehead, then the rest of his face. He stuffed it back in his pocket then reached out and abruptly gripped her arm and spun her around.
He gripped her wrists, then removed the hand cuffs and spun her around again. "In there," he said, jerking his head towards a door at the other end of the room.
Meghan shuffled across to the door, the sheriff behind her. He reached out and opened it, then shoved her through. She found herself in a small hallway with cages on either side. There was a room just off to the right, though, and it was in here the sheriff pushed her.
The room was small, with a desk and table. There was a sink in at one end, and also a small square booth not much bigger than a phone booth that was a stand up shower stall.
"Git your clothes off," he said.
"Wha… what!" Meghan gulped, staring up at him in fear.
"You heard me, girl," he growled.
"But… but I…"
He reached out and gripped her by the throat, closing his fingers cruelly as he lifted her up on her toes.
"When I tell you to do something, you do it, understand!" He shook her for emphases, then flung her back against the wall.
She gripped her throat and moaned softly, eyes terrified as she watched the man glowering at her.
"I mean now!" he snapped.
Her fingers trembled as they went to her top and slowly jerked it up and off. She turned her back on him, trying for some last vestiges of pride and privacy, and undid her pants, shoving them and her panties down her long legs, then stepping out of them.
"And the shoes," he snapped.
She pulled her shoes off, then stood there, shaking, her back still to him, her face flushed in humiliation. She yelped as he gripped her arm and spun her around to face him.
"Put your hands behind your head," he glared.
Meghan blinked back tears and hesitantly pulled her hands up, terribly embarrassed as she exposed her naked body to the man's sneering gaze.