"Stand straight," he growled.
His eyes moved over her, not with lust like the fat deputy, but with anger and disdain.
"Turn around, slut, and bend over that table there," he said finally.
Meghan had no choice but to obey. The sheriff came up behind her and placed his big hand between her shoulder blades, shoving her down hard so her breasts were crushed against the table top. He kicked her legs apart too, spreading her wide.
She whimpered when she felt his finger at her pussy slit. It thrust up into her hard and fast, heedless of her pain and discomfort. His finger probed deep inside her, then withdrew.
"Well, now, look what I found," he said.
She turned her head around fearfully and saw him holding a small plastic bag with white powder in it. He opened it and put his finger inside.
"Looks like cocaine," he said.
"Wha… what!" she stared.
"Yep, got me a cocaine smuggler."
"What… what are you talking about!" she exclaimed.
"I say you could talk druggie!"
He shoved down hard on her back again, crushing her breasts into the scarred wooden table Meghan twisted aside, straightening up again. "You can't…"
His fist slammed into her right side just below her ribs and she collapsed, thrown against the table and then tumbling to the floor in a heap. She cried out in pain as she clutched her aching side, curling up into a ball on the floor.
She sobbed in shock, fear and misery, then screamed as he reached down and gripped a thick hunk of her hair, dragging her to her feet again. He shoved her against the table again, folding her over it and kicking her legs apart once more.
"You ba… aaa… aaasstarddddd," she sobbed.
"Better learn some obedience, slut," he said. "You ain't gonna be treated like no princess around here."
He drew his gleaming black nightstick, his eyes glittering in sadistic excitement as he gazed on her round, white ass cheeks. He ran the blunt tip of the two foot long stick over her ass, then prodded at her pussy.
Meghan's sobbing turned into a wail of misery as he jammed the thing against her slit, forcing it through the tight pussy lips and deep into her cunt channel. Instinctively she tried to rise, to twist away, to reach back and grab at the stick.
He gripped her hair again, producing another cry of pain as he bent her head painfully up and back, and jammed the thick stick even deeper into her pussy. He forced it high into her guts, then ground the tip against her cervix as she sobbed and choked and cried out in pain.
"Stinkin' whore," he sneered. "This's what you wants ain't it! Somethin' long and thick up your twat!"
He pumped the nightstick cruelly in her rear hole, twisting it from side to side, punching the end against her cervix as she howled and cried and writhed in his grasp.
He jerked it out then, licking his lips in enjoyment as her body shook with deep, gut wrenching sobs.
"Still gotta check out this other hole for drugs," he drawled, pressing the stick against her crinkled little anal opening.
Meghan's sobs rose to new heights as he forced the baton into the teenager's asshole. Inch after inch of the thick, hard wood disappeared into her rectum as Meghan trembled and shook, and tears poured down her cheeks.
He jammed it up into her guts and twist sharply making her gasp and choke and sob in agony. He pulled back and punched forward, again dragging a shocked cry of pain.
He snickered and pumped the baton in and out with hard, fast motions, fucking her ass with brutal strokes of his long, thick baton. He jerked it out, then slammed it down hard on the table next to her, making her cry our in shock.
His teeth gleamed as he undid his zipper and drew his now bulging cock out. He held it in his fist for a moment, then rubbed the head over the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. He jerked her thighs further apart then pressed his cock against her slit.
He thrust in hard, making her cry out once again, burying his tool in her belly with one fast, hard stroke. He began pumping at once, gripping her hips as he slammed his hips against her upturned ass cheeks, pistoning his cock inside her with furious strokes.
He fucked for a long minute, his breath loud and ragged as he drove his thick prong deep into her pussy. Then he pulled it out and pressed it against her anus instead. As before he was not gentle, jamming his cock against her hole, forcing it in as fast as he could.
He threw his hips forward and spiked his cock up her asshole, grunting with effort, ignoring her whimpers and sobs and moans as he buried his cock in her rectum, then began fucking it.
Meghan lay there in pain and misery and fear, her side aching, her head throbbing, and her crotch on tire with pain. For the second time in an hour she had been raped, and now, almost beyond belief, she was being brutally and savagely sodomized.
She had, of course, heard of ass fucking, but had never in a million years contemplated that anyone would ever do it to her. His cock felt like a log back there, tearing around in her guts with painful speed and force. Still, she was grateful it was his cock, that at least, was far less painful than the big baton he'd used to tear her asshole open in the first place.
But nothing could lesson the total shock to her mind. No one had ever treated her with such brutal cruelty, and she had no idea how to understand or cope with it. The sheriff terrified her, the fear so great it outweighed the terrible humiliation and discomfort.
She groaned weakly and miserably as he rodded his big cock back and forth in her asshole. She made no further attempt to twist away or evade him, knowing it was futile, and fearing what he would do if she resisted further.
His hands moved roughly on her slender body, slapping her ass cheeks, gripping her hips to jerk her back against him, then sliding under her chest to cup her breasts. He gripped her hair again, making her cry out in pain as he lifted her upright.
He slid his arms under hers, then jerked back, forcing her arms up and out as he locked his fingers together behind her head. He pulled back cruelly forcing her to arch her back painfully hard. At the same time he ground his loins up into her soft buttocks, twisting his cock around in her asshole.
"Hot slut," he panted. "You'll bring a good price."
She only groaned in pain.
He shoved her forward again, and she only just caught herself before her face would have slammed into the table top. He gripped her thighs, jerking her legs apart, then threw a furious series of hard, fucking strokes up into her asshole.
"Gonna ream you out, slut," he panted.
His prick pounded up into her rectum with savage forced, pistoning inside her guts as her body shook in turmoil and her mind wailed in denial and fear and pain.
Then he came, groaning in pleasure as he spurted thick wads of juicy sperm up into her tall, his lips drawn back in a snarl of triumph as he pumped his juice into her succulent young body.
He slowed his pumping then halted with a sigh of pleasure. He let his cock soften a little, then pulled it free of her asshole. Again he gripped her hair, pulling her off the table and onto her knees on the floor. He rubbed his cock with thick tangled chunks of her hair, then jerked her to her feet again.
She wailed in pain and misery, her hands reaching behind her, gripping his wrist in an attempt to pull his hand free. He dragged her across the room to the corner, then flung her towards the shower stall.
She staggered and fell, clutching her side and sobbing pitifully.
"Clean yourself off," he sneered.
She sat huddled on the floor for long second, shaking and weeping, but fear of him drove her to her rubbery legs. She stumbled several times but managed to pull herself into the stall. There was no curtain or door and the sheriff showed no sign of leaving. He sat back on the edge of a counter and folded his arms as he grinned in cruel amusement.
Meghan fumbled at the knobs and water gushed out of the shower faucet. There was no hot water, only icy cold. She knew she had no choice, though, and tentatively stepped into it. She gasped and shivered, a wet, bedraggled, miserable sight as she scrunched her arms in and reached for the soap.