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  Baron seemed to hesitate for the first few strokes, his powerful haunches humping erratically as the tapered tip of his wet, dripping cock probed deeply between the crying black girl's thighs. Then, his rhythm suddenly increased; not gradually as a human lover might, but all at once... into a driving, belly-skewering tempo of animal lust!

  "Unnghh! Goddd! Awwww... aw www!!" she whimpered, struggling to crawl away but the dog's forepaws held her as securely as any bitch he had ever fucked... she was his!

  The men watched in bug-eyed amazement as she took all of the huge dog's wrist thick cock; her pussylips flowered wetly to accommodate him and every inch of his scarlet, obscene dog-prick was deeply hidden between the ragged, hair-fringed lips of her cunt! His deep, impaling strokes went far up into her belly again and again and his dark, furry balls pressed lasciviously into the damp, fleshy fissure of her upturned pussy!

  They had watched this performance, or one like it, a half-dozen times or more, but still the sheriff and his cronies stared numbly, too stunned and excited to even speak, as Potter's amazing male animal put the black girl through her paces. But then... surprisingly... none of the others had done this... God, she was starting to push back! She was really beginning to like it!

  Her eyes were tightly clenched with unspeakable shame but she could not hide from the reality of her own naked submission... she tried not to think, to hold back the gnawing flames of her own carnal arousal... but it was hopeless!

  "Ohhhhh, damn you... damn you all!" she screamed shrilly, and her firm, naked buttocks began to hump wildly in time with the huge white dog's frenetic thrusts.

  Sheriff Potter moved his beefy carcass off his desk and moved around for a closer look. His eyes were glazed with arousal as he watched his dog's long, tapered cock slip in and out of the black girl's pussy with blinding speed. It was wet and gleaming and tiny droplets of the woman's dampness were sprayed everywhere as the grunting, drooling animal humped her with the strength of a dozen men!

  She worked back harder now, pushing her ass up and back to capture every inch of his wildly-pistoning thickness as it deeply skewered her over and over. Her teeth were gritted and a hissing moan of naked passion escaped her pursed lips as the huge dog fucked her viciously. Suddenly, the furry beast let loose with a vicious, snarling growl that seemed to rumble up from his belly and rattle around in the immensity of his huge chest. His wild, frenetic humping became unbearably fast and cruel and the helpless naked girl began to scream as the fast and furious thrusts became too much for her even in her passion!

  "Aaaarrgggg! God, h-help me... I can't stand it!" But then it was over... she jerked suddenly and her eyes snapped open, wide and flashing with fear.

  "Ohhhh, Jesus! It's shootin' in me... I can feel it! Oh, Jesus, there's so much!" she cried frantically as the huge dog shuddered and emptied the viscous, seething heat of his fur-clad balls into her from behind. He humped a few last times as his cock spurted hose-like deep in her belly; she spasmed with shame and dread as she felt it gushing thickly deep between her quivering thighs. Seconds later, a trickling smear of sticky dog-cum oozed down the inside of her leg.

  He pushed on her back with his heavy forepaws and then withdrew with a lurid slurping noise that brought the first sound other than the noises of their perverted coupling... the chuckling derision of the white men who watched her contemptuously.

  Their curiosities sated—for the present, at least— the men began to wander off. A couple outside with a bottle between them, Sheriff Potter talking quietly in hushed tones with his deputy.

  Still on her hands and knees, too weak and trembly to get up, she raised her head to see the deputy who had arrested her standing over her with his- hands still caressing the hard, threatening length of his nightstick.

  "On yo' feet, gal... the sheriffs gonna' let you go this time. C'mon... I'll take 'ya back to that juke joint. But go clean up first... I don't want you messin' up the seats in my patrol car!"

  CHAPTER FIVE

  The black woman glared back at the deputy with unspeakable hatred as she climbed from the car, her legs still trembling from the inhuman treatment she had endured at their hands. The others were gathered around the doorway to the unpainted, dirt-floored shack. They watched silently, their eyes flashing with venomous contempt in the dark southern night, but no one said a word. That was the way it was in Beaumont County... it was a white man's county and Sheriff Dude Potter was the unchallenged boss. They could talk about him and his kind all they liked, but there was no way the could win in a confrontation... the guns and the power were on his side. And he had enough flunkies like Deputy Al Harper to make certain the dirty work was done. There had been a few hot-heads in the past with more mouth than brains... but they always wound up losing. Shot resisting arrest. Drowned mysteriously in some long-forgotten quarry, or burned to death in their beds.

  "Come see us again, Lucille," he smirked as she started to close the door. "Any time!" He spoke loudly enough for the other blacks to hear, laughing out loud as he spun his wheels arrogantly and drove away into the hot, humid night.

  It was now in the wee hours of a long, sultry night and Al Harper drove with his foot to the floor, pushing the four-year-old Plymouth to the limit as he sped along the two-lane blacktop that led back to Cutler and the air-conditioned comfort of the sheriffs office. He reached across with one hand and opened the glove compartment; there was a half-full pint bottle of bourbon stuffed behind the citation book and flashlight and Harper took it out, pulled himself a healthy swig and then hid it deep in the glove compartment again.

  The lights of Cutler were just ahead as he passed the County Recreation Area, just short of the interstate that passed outside of town. He glanced across the parking lot as he always did, checking mostly for burned-out lights or picnic fires left smoldering. He was practically past before he saw the car parked in the shadows next to the picnic area.

  "Damn, another set of parkers, I'll bet," he cursed under his breath. He did not mind this task though, really, because it usually gave him a glimpse of teenage nakedness when he flashed his six-cell light inside and Al Harper liked that.

  He turned off his lights and wheeled in behind the parked car. It was then that he noticed the out-of-state license plate and the smug grin left his face. This was more serious... maybe a pair of northern criminals on the run. He took his twelve-gauge shotgun from its dash rack and pumped a single magnum shell into the chamber. Easing the door open, he stepped outside and crouched behind it as he switched on his headlights, then the flashing blue lights on top of the patrol car.

  The car ahead was instantly bathed in light and Al Harper saw a pair of heads pop up, long-haired heads that confirmed his deepest suspicions... Probably a pair of hippies carrying drugs! Maybe bringing some cocaine in from Florida! What a bust this could be!

  "All right, this is Deputy Sheriff Harper!" he yelled. "Get out of the car, slowly, with your hands where I can see 'em! And no tricks!"

  His finger tightened slowly on the shotgun's hair-trigger as the car doors opened... Jesus, it's a couple of girls!

  "Come on over here!" he demanded, lowering the shotgun as the two pretty teenagers, their hands high and trembling, hurried to the patrol car.

  "We didn't do anything, Sheriff, honest!" Laurie cried, her eyes blurry with sleep and tears. "Please!"

  He could see they weren't armed—they were wearing so little, it would have been almost impossible to conceal a weapon of any kind. He looked them over, a thin grin on his lips as a germ of an idea began to grow in his liquor-soaked brain. One was a long-legged blonde with hot pants and a skimpy halter top that barely covered her firm, high titties and the other, a little shorter, was a gorgeous, sexy redhead with a pair of the finest tits he'd seen in a long time! Even in her bra and under that shirt, they looked... Mmmm, good enough to eat with a spoon!

  "You girls know you're trespassing, don't you?" he asked as his eyes roamed their firm, slender teenage bodies. "This here park is closed
at night... and it says so right on the sign. I'm gonna' have to take you in... check your ID's and stuff. You might be on the run."

  Ann shook her head. "Aw, come on, Sheriff... give us a break. We're just a couple of college girls driving south to see some friends. We got tired and decided to stop for a rest, that's all, honest!"

  Al Harper grinned. "Well, we'll have to check that out... lock yo' car up and get in the patrol car. We've gotta' go see my boss."

  "Laurie Prentice and Ann Hagen, huh?" Sheriff Potter was carefully inspecting their driver's licenses as the two anxious teenagers stood silently before his desk. Al Harper had taken their purses and dumped the contents unceremoniously on the desk and the sheriff and he were pawing through the personal effects curiously. They chuckled to each other when they found Ann's birth-control pills... and again when the deputy picked up one of Lajrie's tampons.

  He almost overlooked it, but then went back... to a prescription pill bottle half-filled with yellow and green capsules.

  "This here label says Tyrone Melton... either of you gals Tyrone Melton?" He was grinning wetly from ear to ear.

  Ann swallowed hard. "Uh... they're mine. A friend gave them to me. They're... well, diet pills, sort of."

  "You mean speed, don't you? We ain't all that dumb down here, littl' lady," he shot back. "This is illegal ampet-a-meens, gal! That's a felony in this state!"

  Ann's eyes widened. "A felony! You can't be serious! They weren't bought illegally... a friend bought them from his pharmacist and he let me have a few. You know, to help me stay awake on the trip, that's all."

  "Cant help that, Ma'am," Sheriff Potter shrugged. "It's out o'my hands now. It'll be up to the county DA in the mornin'... if he says let you loose, it's fine with me. But it's up to him now. Al, go back and search their car... do a real good job, in case they're carrying some more drugs, all right?"

  The deputy nodded unhappily and left. Laurie and her girlfriend were left alone with the mean-looking county sheriff. Strangely, they felt more uncomfortable with just him... as if he wanted his deputy out of the way for some reason.

  "Ladies... through that door yonder," he pointed to the cellblock doorway. It was empty now that Lucille was back with her friends.

  "Oh, please, can't you let us go?" Laurie begged. "I've never been in jail before and... "

  "Be quiet, Laurie," Ann nudged her in the side. "We'll straighten this out in the morning." She looked at Potter. "Don't we get to make a phone call?"

  He smiled. "You've been watching too much TV, honey. I'll let you make all the calls you want, when the DA makes up his mind. Right now, you're just being held for investigation. I've got to run your names through the computer and be sure you ain't runaways or criminals... then we'll see what happens next. Go on... I'll be right there."

  Laurie went in behind her older girlfriend, shivering in the clammy, foul-smelling dimness of the cellblock. "What do you think he's going to do, Ann?" the young blonde whispered anxiously.

  Ann looked back to see if she could see the potbellied country sheriff. She took her girlfriend by the shoulders and stared straight into her eyes.

  "I don't know, Laurie, but... it might get rough before we get out of here. You don't know much about this kind of place... but I've, well, I've been around. Just stick by me and remember that we'll make it... somehow."

  Laurie was crying again when Dude Potter walked in and closed the cellblock door behind him. "Well, well... let's see about gettin' you fine littl' ladies locked up. You know, of course, that I'll have to search you for contraband."

  Ann cringed. "I sort of expected you would." She raised her arms and held them straight out.

  Sheriff Potter laughed. "Oh, not that way. That's just for the movies. Get out of your clothes... we're gonna' have a skin search."

  "Oh, no!" Laurie gasped, clutching her arms across her breasts. Ann reached for her forearm and squeezed it affectionately.

  "I think he means it, Laurie... We'd better do what the man says."

  "Now, that's what I call good thinkin', honey... hurry it up, now, I ain't got all night!"

  Laurie tried once to reach the knotted tie of her halter top, but her hands were shaking so that she could not manage it. She stood unsteadily, as if she were about to collapse, tears trickling down her reddened cheeks as she sobbed quietly.

  "We'd better do it, Laurie," Ann whispered. "Here I'll help you. Just don't think about it... it'll be over soon, don't worry." She untied the halter and helped the blonde out of it.

  "Whoo-ee... mighty fine little body, honey!" the beefy sheriff chortled, stroking his close-cropped scalp with his meaty fingers as he watched the two girls undress. Ann unbuttoned Tier blouse, folded it and hung it through the bars. She loosened the hooks on her brassiere and then took it off, trying not to notice the hiss of approval as he saw her large, firm breasts nakedly exposed now. She wriggled out of her jeans as Laurie, still crying, pulled down her shorts.

  "Mighty fine, mighty fine," he repeated. They were wearing just their panties now, Laurie with her arms across her chest and Ann standing, arms down, defiantly returning his cruel, appraising stare with a cold, hateful gaze of her own.

  "Everything, ladies... them panties, too." His voice seemed to get higher and his words less clear as he stared ravenously at the two beautiful young girls... their bodies were nicely-tanned and slender, curvy in all the right places, slim with that special kind of sexiness that only a teenage girl can offer. Their hips were almost boyish, without the full, flaring swell of womanhood, but their was nothing masculine about these tow... they were two fine-looking women!

  Ann tugged at her panties until they were down to her knees; she bent over, conscious of Potter's eyes on her nakedness like burning spotlights boring relentlessly into her soft girlish flesh. She stepped out of her panties and took Laurie's hand; she was naked now, too... both of them completely stripped before the panting, wide-eyed sheriff.

  "Come here... one at a time." He pointed to Ann, since she seemed to be the stronger of the two. Ann gritted her teeth and walked to where the heavy, uniformed sheriff sat on a wooden chair.

  "Hold your arms up... that's it." His breath was coming fast and raspingly now as beads of sweat broke across his forehead. He reached out to the busty young redhead and crudely fondled her breasts. She bit into her lower lip but said nothing- Laurie, a few feet away, was still sobbing quietly, though there were no tears left.

  He lifted one breast in a sweaty palm, groped under it and then felt beneath her arm, rubbing his fingers in her armpit. He did the same on the other side, first lifting the full, swollen firmness of her young tit and then crudely "searching" her as he had done already.

  She clenched her eyes tightly shut as his hot, sweaty palms went down her sides, inching toward the narrow firmness of her waist.

  He took a deep breath and then hissed it out between his yellowed teeth. "Okay... now turn around. And bend over."

  "Oh, my God!" Laurie gasped, turning away, her face covered with her hands. Ann gritted her small white teeth and did as she was ordered to do, fighting back the nausea that burned in her throat as she felt his sweaty, grime-stained hand moving over her hips and then up between her thighs.

  "Spread those cheeks, honey... I gotta' be sure you ain't hidin' no drugs," he leered. Humiliated beyond belief, Ann took the firm fleshy half-moons of her buttocks in each hand and pulled them apart. Suddenly, she cried out as Sheriff Potter crudely stuffed a single stiffened finger into her pussy and worked it around. She hoped Laurie hadn't seen that part... or what followed.

  "A little wider... mmm, that's a sweet littl' asshole, honey. Cherry, too, I'll bet." And with that he shoved his middle finger, moist from the dampness of her pussy, deep into the rubbery tightness of her rectum!

  "Awww!" she choked as his finger viciously twisted inside her asshole. As suddenly as it had happened, it was over and she stood up and looked at the Sheriff, her face reddened with shame.

  "All right... now
, the little blonde layd, Cmon, honey... let's get this over with." Laurie tensed, her hand gripped tightly around one of the cellblock bars.

  "Oh, no... pleassee!" She was crying hysterically again, sobbing so hard that her breasts were bobbing up and down and the tears ran anew down her cheeks until her face was drenched.

  Ann beckoned to her friend. "Come on, Laurie... let's get this over with. There's only so much this... man can do to us." She said the word contemptuously, and the meaning was not wasted on beefy Dude Potter.

  "Don't get sassy with me, cunt!" he spat hatefully, swinging his huge, meaty forearm at her and catching her viciously on the side of her face. Ann lurched and lost her balance and sprawled painfully on the concrete floor.

  "Don't hit her!" Laurie screamed, hurrying from the cellblock bars. "I'll do whatever you want! Leave her alone... she was just trying to protect me, that's all!"

  "Then git over here, girl!" Sheriff Potter snarled nastily. Laurie walked slowly over to where he stood waiting for her, her hands across her breasts, though that left the gentle hair-topped hummock of her sex unconcealed for his beady, lust-glazed eyes to explore. She had never felt more naked... or more vulnerable.

  "Git your hands out like I showed 'ya!" Laurie did as he ordered, clenching her eyes shut as she felt his sweaty hands on her breasts. Her mind reeled with the humiliation of this wanton act... she nearly lost consciousness as he groped at her firm young titties and then moved down to the slender, girlish curves of her ass.

  "Turn aroun'... now!" he commanded, and Laurie, her arms and legs trembling convulsively, did as she was told. She bent over when he told her to, sobbing dryly now that the tears were gone. She gasped as she felt his finger dip crudely into the damp, warm cleft of her sex... and then again as his middle digit crammed deep into the virginal tightness of her anus!

  "Awwww... pleassee!" she mewled helplessly as he worked his thick, begrimed finger around in her rectum. When it pulled out finally, there was a loud plop as the untried walls of her anal orifice closed tightly.