Again he wondered what it would be like to fuck this one. Would she offer it to him? He wondered if he would be able to turn it down. She just looked so damned sweet and innocent.
"Who?" he asked. "Who were you going to meet?"
"Mr. Stephens," she said quickly. Too quickly. "He's my uncle."
"There's no Mr. Stephens in this town," he said. He grinned at her.
"Oh," she stammered. "I-I thought…"
"Come on," he said.
He took her firmly by the arm and directed her to his car. He opened the door and she got into the front seat. She didn't try to escape as he walked around and slipped into the driver's side.
"Okay," he said. "What's your name and where are you running away from?"
Her shoulders sagged. She knew she was caught.
"Angie," she said. "I'm running away from my stepmother. She doesn't love me."
"That's too bad," he said sympathetically. "I wouldn't make you go back but I have a job to do."
She nodded. She was silent as he drove her to the jail. He kept wondering what kind of ruse she was going to try. Was she going to run, to lie, to fight? Sometimes he liked it when they fought. Maybe she'd offer him a piece of ass. He felt his crotch tighten. Maybe he would accept.
He opened the office and pushed her inside. He closed the door. The radio operator had already stopped for the evening. The benefit of working for a small town where the county took care of most of the police problems.
"Okay, little darling," he said. "What's your number at home? I'll call for them to pick you up."
She didn't answer right away. When she did her voice was trembling.
"Please," she said. "Don't make me go back. I'd do anything not to go back there. Anything at all."
He was a little surprised. He just hadn't expected her to make an offer like that. She looked so innocent. Maybe she really did hate her stepmother that much.
He kept thinking that something wasn't right about this little girl, but his prick was already half-hard and he was having mental pictures of what her young body would look like.
"What do you mean by anything?" he asked.
She hesitated. Her eyes were frightened. She reminded him of a timid deer he had once put a gun on. He had known that he was going to pull the trigger, but he took a lot of pleasure in the simple act of it being frightened.
"What do you mean by anything?" he repeated.
"Anything," she said finally. "Anything you want me to do. Anything at all. Only you have to promise me that I won't have to go back to her."
"Hmmmm," he said. "Maybe we could work something out. Maybe I could see that you got put on a bus out of town in a couple of hours."
"Anything," she said again.
"Come here," he said.
He felt a brutal passion rising in him. She stopped a few inches away.
"Closer," he said.
She sighed. He could see her mind working. She was wondering if she really wanted to go through with it. He waited until she made up her mind. She moved closer.
He saw her flinch as he put one hand on her thigh just below the edge of her skirt.
"You feel good," he said softly. "Nice and soft. You've got a sweet looking body."
There was a tear in her eye. He also noticed that she was biting her lip, perhaps to keep from saying something that would make him angry. He felt his cock tingling and aching to be released.
Damn, but he was going to enjoy this. She was a fine looking piece and she was frightened of him. That was the perfect combination. Inexperience and fright. It made his blood boil.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked.
She shook her head no.
"How many times?" he asked.
She was blushing. He knew it couldn't have been many times. He was a little upset that she wasn't a virgin, but that didn't matter.
"How many times, damn it?" he asked.
"Just once," she admitted softly. "My boyfriend."
He smiled. His hand went higher on her thigh, caressing and pinching the creamy flesh. He allowed one finger to slip between her legs. He touched the edge of her panties. Again she flinched and almost pulled away. He took his hand away.
"You're nice," he said. "Walk back there to the little cell. I'll be there in a moment."
She nodded dumbly and followed his directions. He waited until she was out of sight before he took the bottle from his desk and drank deeply. He had to relax a little. He didn't want to blow his nuts too fast.
Damn, she was a sweet-looking piece.
He put the bottle away. He stripped off his shirt and trousers. He looked at himself in the mirror. He still had a good body. No fat. His shorts bulged in front. He started to take them off but he stopped.
"No," he said out loud. "I think I'll let the little darling do that."
He walked back. She was sitting on the edge of the cell's bunk. She had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse but there she had stopped. He could see the top of her black bra. Her legs were crossed and he could see more of her thighs.
Her eyes opened wide when she saw him.
"I've changed my mind," she said. "I'll go back. Call them."
"We made a deal, baby," he said. "It's too late to back out now."
"No," she said. "I can't do it. Please don't make me. Let me go home."
Any other time he would have stopped, but this little piece was just so delicious. He suddenly realized it was going to have to be rape and his cock grew harder. He was big enough to force her. He wanted to force her.
"No," she said.
"We made a deal," he said.
She tried to run. She jumped up but there was no place she could go. He slapped her in the face and she fell backward. She jumped up again but he grabbed her arms and forced her back on the cot again.
"You're going to like it," he said. "Don't fight."
Tears of fear and anger streaked her face. She tried to move her hands but he held them in a strong grip. He lifted them above her head and leaned his weight against her.
Her eyes popped open wide again as she felt his steelhard cock pressing against her.
"Please," she begged him. "Please let me go home. Please. I'm sorry I ran away. Please let me go home."
"Sure," he said. "After I'm done you can go anywhere you like. I promise."
She turned into a little wildcat. She tried to bite and she spat at him. He had to let go of one hand as he rolled to avoid her upraised knee. He slapped her and left a red welt across her face.
She seemed to ignore the slap. She was stronger than he realized. Again she tried the upraised knee.
"Goddamn little bitch," he said. "Stop, or you're really going to get hurt."
She wouldn't stop. She got her fingernails into his cheek and ripped downward. He tasted his own blood. Her knee caught him in the balls this time. A deep rage went through him.
"Fucking bitch!" he shouted.
He jumped up and lifted her by her hair. This time he closed his fist and punched her in the stomach. She bent double and he began slapping her face. His heavy hand left red welts across her skin.
"Bitch!" he yelled.
He couldn't control himself. He took hold of her blouse and ripped it downward. Her buttons popped off and flew across the room.
"I'll show you," he said.
He hotly ogled her young, creamy titties. He wanted to see more. He bent her over and broke the clasp on her bra. He jerked it off her.
"Fucking little cunt," he said. "You were made for fucking. Play games with me. Play games, will you!"
She was pale and frightened. She had quit fighting. He pushed her back on the cot and dropped on top of her. His lips found the sweet nipples on her titties. He kissed and bit them. He, rubbed his tongue over them. He felt them grow hard under his mouth's caress.
He laughed loudly.
"You cunts are all alike," he said. "You fight it but you love it. You Goddamn love it."