Punished by Parents in Law

I dutifully handed the panties to Sheriff Stone. He was slow to take them as his eyes were distracted by my shaven pubes. This caused me to blush even more, and it only got worse when the Sheriff began to inspect my panties. He held them up in front of him, and a damp, circular spot in the crotch was clearly visible to all in the room. I bent my head in shame.

'What is this?' the Sheriff demanded

'A wet spot, sir. I am so sorry, sir. I get wet when I am nervous,' I added as a lame excuse.

'Is that so,' the Sheriff responded sceptically as he walked to his filing cabinet and pulled out a pair of thin rubber gloves, placing them on his hands.

My eyes were like saucers.

'Now bend over, placing your hands on my desk.'

I feared what was about to happen, but was too afraid to ask questions. On shaky legs I managed to walk the short distance to his desk, bending over and gripping the edge with my hands. I knew this only served to expose me more to the three drunks. I tensed as Sheriff Stone stood beside me.

'I need to do a cavity search for drugs,' the Sheriff stated in a matter-of-fact tone, 'Now open your legs wide young girl.'

I obeyed by splaying my legs wide open, in a manner very reminiscent of what I was required to do for my Parents in Law. I gulped in surprise as I felt the huge hand of Sheriff Stone cradle my vagina. He squeezed it tightly, causing me to groan with the pain, before releasing it and sliding two fingers deep into my vulva. His fingers twisted around roughly inside me, exaggerating the action of searching for something. He then penetrated me deeper, using so much force that I fell forward on the desk, causing much hilarity for the three intoxicated onlookers.

'Why don't you fuck her good, Sheriff?' the teenage drunk called out crudely.

'Why don't you fuck yourself, Hank,' the Sheriff retorted, 'You are pretty good at that.' Everyone laughed, except me, as I was not exactly in a laughing mood.

The Sheriff continued to probe me hard and deep with his fingers. It hurt, but I was also aware it was causing my labia to swell and my lubrication to flow. Almost without realising it I pushed my feet wider and arched my buttocks to give the Sheriff better access.

'Good girl,' Sheriff Stone complimented me, 'This is the sort of co-operation I expect. Wouldn't you good ole boys like to have a woman like this waiting at home for you?'

'Would we what!' the three cellmates all agreed without hesitation.

I began to moan and gyrate my hips, my breathing coming in short gasps. To my dismay Sheriff Stone withdrew his fingers, however I froze when his hands roughly gripped my buttocks, pulling them apart so my anus was stretched and fully exposed. Before I had a chance to react he drove a finger deep into my rectum, causing me to scream out in a reaction to the sudden invasion. Again he rotated his finger about as if searching my cavity, all the time probing deeper and deeper.

It was such a depraved situation I was in, but I was aroused and powerless to stop my body from reacting. It was as if someone had flicked a switch and the ability to control my reactions to sexual situations was taken away from me. Or perhaps the simple truth was that I liked to be humiliated, and no situation was too degrading.

I bent my arms and lowered my breasts onto the Sheriff's desk, which pushed my buttocks higher in the air. I was exposed to the maximum. It was an act of total submission on my part. I pressed back against the probing finger, rotating my hips obscenely. The Sheriff began pumping his finger in and out of my anus, as if he was fucking me. I screamed out aloud as I began to ride the crest of an intense orgasm.

The Sheriff slapped my buttocks with his free hand, as if he was urging his horse to gallop faster. 'Come on girl, show the good ole boys how a real slut cums.'

And I obliged Sheriff Stone. I bucked up and down like a wild horse and grunted with the pure pleasure of an orgasm that comes from deep within the body and just keeps on building. The orgasm had not yet subsided when the Sheriff withdrew his finger and spun me around. My vision was blurred, but through the haze I could see he was unzipping the fly to his trousers. He reached in and pulled out his penis. Even in its semi-erect state it was huge. Not long, but thicker than anything I had ever seen before.

I knew what was required of me. I knelt down in front of Sheriff Stone and took hold of his penis with my hand. In an instant he was rock hard. I placed the head of his penis in my mouth and almost gagged he was so big. I glanced over at the cell and noticed that all three of male prisoners had their penises out and were openly masturbating.

Sheriff Stone gripped the back of my head and thrust his penis deeper into my mouth. I struggled to breath, and had to focus on breathing in and out of my nose. He used my head as if it was a toy, riding it up and down his penis. My mouth began to ache and saliva was running down my cheek. Just when I felt I was going to faint the Sheriff grunted and exploded inside my mouth. There was so much sperm I could not even begin to swallow it. I coughed and gagged, causing sperm to flow down my cheek and drip onto my breasts.

Sheriff Stone withdrew and, after some difficulty, managed to force his penis back into his trousers.

'Our turn now Sheriff,' one of the drunks called out.

I turned to see the frightening, but also slightly amusing, sight of all three men thrust up hard against the cell, their erect penises penetrating through the gaps in the bars. Each penis was begging for me to crawl along and give it satisfaction.

Fortunately the Sheriff was my unlikely rescuer. 'Not today, boys, sorry. It is going to have to be another hand job, I'm afraid.'

The men groaned in chorus.

'Unfortunately this young lady has got her husband and Mother in Law waiting for her down at the hotel, and we wouldn't want to delay her now, would we.' The Sheriff gave me an amused smile

'You mean I am free to go?'

'Certainly, young lady. Now that I am satisfied you are not concealing anything on that darn body of yours, I guess I have no reason to hold you any longer.'

'You mean you believe my story after all?'

'Hell, dang it lady,' Sheriff Stone drawled, 'I had already talked to your husband and Mother in Law before coming back here with young Hank. I knew the full story already, but you sure do tell it well.'

I groaned.

Part 13

After being given permission by Sheriff Stone to leave his office, I had to undergo the ignominy of redressing in front of him and the drunken inmates. I felt ridiculous having to put my baby doll outfit on again, but it was a hell of a lot better than standing in front of them in my birthday suit.

With cheers and whistles from the inmates ringing in my ears I hurried from the Sheriff's office and walked quickly towards the hotel where my husband, Michael, and Mother in Law, Jane, had said they would wait for me at the bar.

The bar was done out in a Wild West theme, was dimly lit, and smelt of stale alcohol and cigarettes. There were half a dozen rednecks seated on stools at the bar. They all turned to rubberneck me as I entered.

There were less-than-subtle grins, and one of the men sniggered, 'What do you want, girlie. Come to play with daddy?'

The grins turned to laughter, and I blushed in shame. My eyes frantically scanned the dimly lit room and to my utter relief I noticed my husband and Mother in Law sitting together in a corner booth. They had obviously seen me but had made no attempt to attract my attention or come to my rescue. I began to scurry pass the leering eyes of the bar patrons and make my way over to the corner booth when the bartender stepped in front of me and held up his big mitt.