Joy Ride

Joy Ride

By

Semiater (semiater@yahoo.com)

When she saw the red and blue lights flashing in her rearview mirror Stacy almost wet herself. She didn't know what to do, she was 15 and didn't have her driver's license yet. She'd taken her mother's car out so she could go to a party. It was supposed to be a huge party, the biggest of the year and she couldn't miss it. She'd been on her way to pick up her friends when the lights shone in her mirror. Stacy's parents were out of town so all her friends had voted her the one to drive them, none of her friends had their licenses' either, but with her parents gone, it would be easiest for Stacy. They all knew they had to get to that party, everybody in school had been talking about it all week. It was a field party, a huge blowout, there was supposed to be a band, and one of the kids in school had said he'd get alcohol since his father owned 4 party stores in town.

Stacy pulled off the main road and turned down a narrow dirt track. Her heart was beating a hundred miles an hour as she brought the car to a halt. Her hands shook as she rolled down the window. The bright lights of the cop car flashed off the trees, and the spotlight was focused on her mirror, blinding her. Stacy's mouth went dry as the cop started moving toward her window. She covered her eyes when the cop shined his bright flashlight in her eyes.

"License and registration." Stacy kept her hands locked on the steering wheel, she didn't want him to see her trembling.

"License and registration!" The irritation was obvious in his voice.

"Um," She hesitated, "I don't have them with me." Stacy looked up into the light, she couldn't see the cop's face with the flashlight in her eyes. Stacy took her hands from the steering wheel and crossed them over her chest. She had on a thin tank top, she'd been planning on going into the woods with her boyfriend at the party, she'd never had sex, and she still wasn't going to let him tonight, but she'd been thinking about taking her top off for him, so he could see her breasts. The fabric was thin, and the spaghetti straps at the shoulders seemed barely thick enough to hold up the material. Stacy was 5'2" and definitely fit the definition of petite. Her breasts were small, but they were still large enough to keep her boyfriend interested. He was a senior and on the football team, she was 15, and a freshman. It had made all her friends so jealous when she'd started dating him, but sometimes it made her uncomfortable too, he wanted more from her physically than she was comfortable with, at least yet.

Stacy stared wide eyed into the flashlight. She felt the twitch in her cheek and thought she might start crying.

"How old are you?" Stacy felt the butterflies grow in her stomach.

"15 sir." She'd thought about lying, but instead, unconsciously, she tried to use the puppy dog eyes that had got her out of so many tough situations before.

"What's your name?"

"Um, Stacy Boyle sir." She could barely get out her own name. Her mouth was so dry and her stomach felt like a volcano ready to burst.

"Boyle, like Tammy Boyle?"

"Um, yes, that's my…that's my mom." Stacy regretted telling him immediately, realizing that he might know her and—"

"Do your parents know you're out driving without a license?" Stacy pulled her arms closer in around her chest.

"No sir, I was just going out for a joy ride, and…they're out of town, and…please, please, don't tell them." Stacy couldn't see the huge smile that came to the cop's face when she said her parents weren't around.

"Get out of the car."

Stacy nearly collapsed when she stepped out onto the dusty road, her knees buckled and her legs shook as she slammed the door shut behind her.

"Turn around, face the car, put your hands on the door." Stacy felt the tears welling in her eyes as she placed her palms on the dusty metal.

"Spread your legs." Stacy yelped when she felt the cop's hands on her hips as he began patting her down. She looked to her right and saw the main road nearly a hundred yards away. She heard the metallic click of the cuffs lock around her wrist as the cop pulled her left arm into the middle of her back.

"What are you—"

"Be quiet!" He grabbed for her other wrist and locked it into the cuff behind her back. He violently pulled at her pony tail and forced her to look at the sky, she could see the stars above. She was just about to scream when she felt the huge wad of cloth pushed against her open mouth. In an instant it all became clear and the panic filled her.

The cop took hold of her shoulders and turned Stacy around. He pushed her back until she was pressed against the car. Stacy could see his face clearly for the first time. She prayed a car would pass on the road but none did. The cop was huge, at least 6'4", and he was ugly, his face was pockmarked and revolting, he didn't look like he could chase down a criminal if he wanted to, his gut flopped over his belt. When she looked closer at the disgusting roll of fat Stacy noticed the gun, her eyes locked on the blue steel.

Stacy screamed ineffectually into the wadded cloth as the cop clamped his meaty hands on her young breasts, his long fingers dug into her soft flesh. Unlike her boyfriend's soft caresses, the cop's hands squeezed and pinched her with no gentleness at all. One of the cop's hands left her chest and moved up between her spread legs, she could feel his fingers rubbing her virginal sex through the thin denim of her jeans.

"Your mom turned me down when we were in high school because she was dating that asshole father of yours, I think it's time I get me a piece of one of the Boyle girls..." With his hand up between her legs the cop easily lifted Stacy off the ground and put her over his shoulder, he carried her toward the cop car. Stacy heard the trunk pop and the cop tossed her down hard on the large first aid kit and spare tire inside, she barely had room to move in the overstuffed trunk. In an instant the world went completely black as the trunk lid shut above her.

Stacy could barely breathe for the next 15 minutes, it wasn't for lack of air, it was panic, she was hyperventilating, she thought she'd die. Every bump, at every turn of the car, she thought she'd wet herself. When the cruiser finally came to a halt she waited for the trunk to open. Every noise made her whimper. She tried to scream but she knew that with the gag in her mouth, and being locked in the trunk, she wouldn't make much noise. When the lid finally did open she was balling like a little child. She couldn't even see the figures that loomed outside the car. She felt the hands grab for her arms and legs lifting her from the trunk. It was pitch black outside and she couldn't see anything, but she knew there were two people carrying her. Not until she saw the small line of light coming from a cracked open door could she see the outlines of the two men holding her. She felt the sharp point of one of the men's badges at her thigh when he lifted her legs onto his shoulder.

The heavy steel door slammed shut behind them as they moved down a long dark hall. The walls were painted cement, and even in the low light Stacy could see the disrepair. The air was humid and stunk, but not of disuse, it smelt more like a locker room, it smelt of urine and bodily fluids.

Stacy whined into the gag as the two men carried her into a room off the hall. They flipped on the bright overhead lights and set her down on a wooden chair set to the side of a small table. The room was dank, but it was better than the hallway. Two more wooden chairs sat opposite the table. The room was painted pink, and one wall was composed mainly of a huge mirror, it nearly filled the whole surface.

The two cops left as soon as they'd set her down. Stacy flinched as the heavy steel door slammed shut, leaving her alone in the room. Stacy pulled at the cuffs locking her hands together, she knew she couldn't budge the metal, but still she tried. She looked at the mirror, she'd seen enough TV to know that it was one way glass and they were probably watching her. Even in the humid air her nipples were hard and the fabric of her top did nothing to hide the fact. She wished she could cover herself, she felt naked. She thought about standing up but couldn't, her legs felt like jello and she knew the cops were just behind the mirror so it wouldn't do any good. The second cop hadn't been as huge as the one that had pulled her over, but still he'd towered over her.

A mouse like squeak escaped unconsciously from her as she felt the hard wood of the seat beneath her. She was terrified, she could feel her body grow wet with sweat. She looked down at her cleavage and wished she'd never worn the wonder bra. Her rounded mounds glistened with perspiration.

Stacy twisted her head violently towards the door when it opened, the two cops entered the room, they'd taken off their dress uniform blouses and were now in t-shirts. Stacy stared horrified at the muscled arms of the second cop, he was a good 3" shorter than the guy who'd pulled her over, but that still put him at over 6', and he was built like the hulk. The cops didn't have on their gun belts, but the one, the tall one, carried with him a black bag, while the other one had his nightstick gripped firmly in his hand.

The cops pulled the two chairs in front of Stacy and sat down. The shorter cop leaned back in his, Stacy could see the bulge in his black pants clearly.

Stacy jerked away as the tall cop reached for her cheek but he caught her chin and held her still while he removed the wadded cloth from her mouth. She coughed and sputtered trying to adjust to the removal of the gag, then she started to beg.

"Please, please, what are you—"The tall officer put his finger to his lips as sign for her to be quiet.

"Miss Boyle, I'm Officer Brown and this is Officer White, you will only refer to us as Sir's from now on." He paused, Stacy could only look at the floor. "I've checked the records and you are 15, I'm glad you didn't lie to me about that."

"I—"Officer Brown needed only to start lifting his arm before Stacy went quiet.

"I called your home and there was no answer, I was able to speak with your neighbor though, and she confirmed your parents are gone and that you are home alone. It was touching, she was quite concerned." The tall cop crossed his hands over his chest. "I don't know if you understand the gravity of driving without a license Miss Boyle, or worse yet, possession of a controlled substance."

"I didn't…" Stacy couldn't finish. Officer Brown loved the shock in her eyes. He'd lied about the drugs of course, but she didn't need to know.

"Judging by the shock in your face, maybe they weren't your drugs after all. Are your mommy and daddy pot heads or drug runners?" Stacy was too in startled to respond.

"Well, either way, you were driving the car, and you were caught in possession, so in the eyes of the court they were your drugs. Do you know the sentence for possession in this state Miss Boyle?"

"I, um…" She was still in shock and couldn't respond.

"20 years Miss, 20 years, though, you are a juvenile and it is your first offense, I suppose we're talking juvy till you're 18, and then…" Stacy let out a small whimper, her eyes were glazed over, she had no idea he was lying.

"Have you ever heard of what happens to girls in juvy Miss Boyle? Hell, I can tell you, I was up there just last week. The Warden, oh, his official title isn't Warden, they've got some euphemistic term that sounds more pleasant, but lets be real, he's a Warden. Well, he was telling me what usually happens to the new girls. There are these gangs of little bitches in juvy that run the place and they attack the new girls as soon as they get there to establish their power. They drag the new ones into the showers, and all these girls get around and hold the new one down, and then, they rape her with a broom stick." Officer Brown grinned, his gleaming white teeth shone in the lights. "But not a thin little thing," The reclining cop held up his nightstick as an example, "no, they have this stick that's damn near 3" in diameter. The Warden says that the girls usually end up in the hospital ward after their first rape with the stick, especially the virgins." Stacy couldn't even react, her heart was pounding, her head was ringing. She looked up at the big cop--Officer Brown--he had his hand under his chin and was grinning.

"I suppose you would wonder why the Warden doesn't put a stop to these rapes if he knows about them?" Stacy jerked her legs to the side as he reached out and touched her bare knee. "Well, he's got this little business on the side, video's and whores, at least for the pretty ones," the cop ran his hand up her thigh, "like you. He rents them out. That's why I was up there. I busted this girl for shoplifting a few weeks ago, her parent's didn't have the cash for a lawyer, so they made a deal to put her in juvenile till she was 18. She's got 2 more years left, she's going to be a good earner for the Warden, and me…" The tall cop smiled. "…I got a piece of the action for arranging it all." He ran his hand over Stacy's leg, "Man she was one hot little slut, I didn't want to take my dick out of that tight snatch of hers. I guess the Warden had a whole football team buy her for the night just after I left." Stacy squealed as the cop grabbed her knee. His hand encircled her thigh. "Doesn't that sound like fun Miss Boyle?" Stacy was sobbing, her body shook like a leaf. The tears streaked down her face and her breasts heaved as she could barely contain herself.

"And the guards up there," he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, "they're allowed to fuck the girls whenever they want. In the guard stations they have these eye bolts in the floor, on the long shifts they just chain whichever girl they want right there under the table. Oh, and don't think it's just guys, they have women guards too, I hear that's worse, at least the guys they'll spew their load in your mouth and you'll get a break," he ran his and over her lips, "but the women officers they just sit there skirts up and the girl has to beaver away for hours, though, if you like that sort of thing?" Officer Brown smiled maliciously and pinched Stacy's nipple. "The girl I got for shoplifting, I went up there to interrogate her, maybe find a little more out about the case," he winked at Stacy, "well, they have these rooms set up to do the questioning in, I never did get any information out of her, she was screaming too loud for me to really get much. They have these little rubber coated canes they give to the guards, it sure does make a pretty sound when it hits your tits." He squeezed Stacy's breast.

The huge cop stood up, he turned his back on her.

"So Miss Boyle, what do you think we should do, you've committed a serious crime, I should just call the judge and set up an arraignment date." Officer Brown turned toward her, she could see the massive bulge in his pants. Her boyfriend had made her touch his thing once, he'd held her hand down and made her rub it through his jeans, but it was nothing like what she saw now in the cop's pants. Her eyes were fixated on the pole that ran down the inside of his thigh.

"Stand up Miss Boyle." With her hands behind her back she struggled to her feet. She slumped her shoulders forward as her body shuddered.

"I think you know what will solve this problem Miss Boyle." Officer Brown held out his hand to the other cop. Officer White took a red ball gag from the bag on the table and handed it to his partner. The huge cop moved closer to Stacy, she took a step back and hit her calf on the chair.

"Open your mouth Miss Boyle." Stacy started screaming but the noise was quickly muted as the rubber ball gag was stuffed in her mouth.

"Let's get those clothes off Miss Boyle." She couldn't get away from the cop as he grabbed for her hips. The seated cop stood up and moved behind her. Stacy heard the scraping of the chair as he pushed it away and took hold of her shoulders. His forearm crossed beneath her neck and he held her still. She heard the zipper of her shorts fall, she felt the fly open and Officer Brown put his fingers under the elastic band and pushed the material to the floor. Stacy went to kick at him but he'd already read her thoughts and grabbed her ankles tight.

"Let's not be doing that Miss Boyle." Stacy screamed as the officer squeezed her calf tight. She heard the click and saw a switchblade open before her, she saw the gleaming metal raised in front of her eyes and she went still. Officer White held her tight with one hand while with the hand other he slid the sharp blade up under the shoulder strap of her top. Stacy screamed into the gag as the cold metal moved over her skin. The fabric of the strap cut easily. It took mere seconds before Officer White had cut both straps.

Officer Brown stood from his kneeling position and loomed in front of her. "Let's get that top off dear." He clamped his hands on her breasts, molding her soft flesh in his hands. Stacy screamed and tried to kick out at him but Officer White squeezed her neck and held her off the ground. Her ears were ringing. Officer Brown wedged his hands under the material of her top and pulled it down over her waist. Stacy flailed her head side to side praying it all would stop. The cop easily pulled what remained of her top down over her legs and tossed it aside. He stood still before her, she was reduced to only a bra, panties, shoe's and socks.

"Miss Boyle, you are a beautiful girl." Officer Brown stepped forward. Stacy thrashed in the grasp of Officer White as Officer Brown removed the clip on her bra. She screamed as loud as she could into the gag but it made no difference. Her perky little breasts were exposed to the dank air of the interrogation room. Her nipples were hard and pointed like little soldiers. Officer Brown softly flicked Stacy's small buds. She twisted her head violently while she continued to scream.

"Let's get those little panties off." The cop knelt down before her, she felt his fingers up under her cotton panties. Officer Brown held her thighs still as he slowly inched her pretty white drawers down. Her face was red as she fought desperately against the violation, but she couldn't stop it.

The huge cop held her panties in his hand as he stood up and loomed before her. Stacy tried to cross one leg over her exposed sex to little effect. She was shaved as bare as the day she was born, she'd done it for swimming the week before. She sobbed piteously as Officer White continued to hold her off the ground. He easily carried her over to the table, the old wood creaked as he lay her back on the top, her cuffed hands were pressed beneath her back. She tried to roll off onto her side but she was like a beetle pinned as Officer White stepped away and took in the vision of her nakedness. Stacy rocked her body side to side but she couldn't turn over. Her eyes were locked in on the two cops staring impassively at her as she struggled. She studied their gazes, hoping they wouldn't come for her, she pleaded desperately into the gag.

"My, my." Officer Brown started removing the belt from his pants. Stacy started screaming when he unbuttoned his fly and lowered the zipper, his giant cock flopped through the slit in his white boxers. Stacy redoubled her efforts to get off the table as her eyes were locked on the growing penis jutting from the officer's pants.

Stacy started screaming in earnest as Officer Brown moved towards her feet. She tried to kick out at him but he captured her ankles and held her small white shoes in his hands as he easily spread her legs wide. He pulled her along the surface of the table till her bare ass rested just over the edge. Her upper body wiggled side to side but with the hold the officer had on her legs, her body didn't move at all.

Officer Brown let go of Stacy's feet and took hold of her hips. The table was at the perfect height. It looked like the veins in Stacy's neck would pop as the cop brought the pre-cum coated tip of his cock in contact with Stacy's virginal sex. She held her head off the table and screamed as the huge cop was about to rape her.

Stacy's legs kicked wildly but to no effect as Officer Brown moved the head of his cock over the slit of her pussy. Her legs convulsed and locked straight as Officer Brown slammed forward with his hips, ramming her body onto his cock. Stacy's screams erupted and the piercing sound was deafening in the small enclosed room. For an instant her legs went rigid, then fell limp as 10" of cock pounded into her sex.

Officer Brown slammed into Stacy's body, her legs flopped free against the table, her head thudded lifeless as it fell back against the wood. Her long black hair cascaded under her head as she was slid across the gnarled oak. The sound of flesh on flesh reverberated though the room. Officer Brown's ball sac slapped into the crack of her ass repeatedly.

It didn't take long and the cop let out an animal roar as his balls pumped a huge load of gelatinous white sperm deep in Stacy's belly. It was like a seizure when the spunk filled her, her head jerked upright and her eyes went wide as jets of cum filled her belly for the first time, then her head fell back to the table again. Her cheek rested against the wood as Officer Brown pulled his dripping cock from her violated snatch.

"You're up Bud!" Officer White was already naked. Stacy didn't even move as he grabbed for her ankles and pushed her legs back over her body till her knees touched the wood. With the back of her legs in the crick of his arm's Officer White entered her as he lunged forward. Stacy's ass was a good six inches off the end of the table as her torso was pinned to the table. The officer slid his cock deep into her cunt, Stacy yelped softly as he drove his length home deep in her body with each thrust. His weight was heavy upon her and the matted hair of his chest scoured her sensitive breasts. He was slow and agonizing, with his deep brutal intrusions in her newly ravaged sex.

Stacy turned her head and stared up into the distorted lust filled face of the officer above her.

"Ya cunt, you little whore," his hips pounded into her, "how do you like that you little slut!" Stacy closed her eyes but the officer grabbed a clump of her hair and twisted, "open up slut, AHHHHHH!" he bellowed out as his eyes rolled back in his head.

Stacy felt the warm cum explode into her body. Had it not been for the incredible pain, and the massive throbbing penis in her belly, she would have worried about pregnancy and babies, she was only 15, but instead, all she felt was unendurable pain.

Officer White cried out in monumental orgasm. He crushed Stacy under his mass. Her aching wrists were pinned under the weight, the metal of the cuffs pressed into her spine. She couldn't believe how good it felt when the officer finally lifted himself from her. Her sex felt like a baseball bat had been removed when he pulled free his still rampant cock. She was able to roll to her side, away from the looming figures that stood at the door savoring the delicate contour of her back, and the subtle bulge of her hips. The muscles of Stacy's upper back convulsed as she sobbed.

"Don't worry Miss Boyle, we'll be back shortly!" The heavy steel door slammed shut behind the evil pair as the thud of boots disappeared down the hall. Stacy didn't even know if they'd got dressed after they'd raped her, she didn't care, she lay on her side, the mouth of her pussy twitched with the memory, and pain, of her violation. She could feel the cum drip down the inside of her thighs as her legs dangled free over the end of the table. Her body hurt more than she could even fathom. She'd always hoped to have her first sexual experience in a romantic way, instead it felt like she'd been ripped in two. She could only cry, her jaws felt like they would snap with the gag still forced between her teeth. The air whistled through her nose as she sobbed uncontrollably.

When the door opened again sometime later Stacy jerked her head up and watched the horrible pair enter. Officer White, he was naked except for a pair of boxers and his boots, and the tall cop--Officer Brown--the one that had pulled her over and started this nightmare, he had on boxers and a T-shirt. There was no mistaking either of their states of arousal, their pricks strained against the shorts. Officer Brown smiled at her.

"Miss Boyle, driving without a license and drug possession…" he continued to move toward her. Stacy tried to roll away but he easily grabbed for her leg and pulled her toward him. She was on her back again and her arms were pinned beneath her body, the muscles of her stomach jumped and spasmed under his touch. He clamped one of her breasts in his meaty hand's, her nipple went involuntarily hard with his touch. She stared up at the apparition above her, he moved his hand to her sex and ran his fingers over the smooth mound, Stacy squealed as he touched her. With his thick fingers Officer Brown spread the lips of her sex, they were swollen and raw, Stacy shrieked at his caress. He took the small nib of her clit between his fingers. She couldn't control it, she groaned in response to his touch, then she started screaming as he teased the hood of flesh.

"That's a good sign." He turned and grinned at Officer White. He took two fingers and thrust them into Stacy's battered pussy, her head flew off the table as tormented screams erupted.

"Let's get that gag out, shall we." Stacy twisted her head side to side as Officer White came for her. He locked two thick hands over her face and held her still. She was whimpering softly as he unlocked the buckle of the gag from her head. Gleaming lines of saliva ran from the red ball to Stacy's lips as the gag was pulled free. She coughed and sputtered, grinding her teeth together she tried to regain movement in her jaws. She could only get out one word.

"Please!" Officer White took hold of her hips and turned her onto her belly. Holding her there he turned her body so her head dangled free over one end of the table and her hips just rested over the other. The table seemed to have the perfect dimensions for her rape. Stacy could barely plant the toes of her shoes on the floor while her breasts were crushed against the wood. Even as inexperienced as she was, she knew what was going to happen next.

"NOOOO, NOOO, PLEEEEAASEEEEE, NOOO—" Her entreaties were quickly silenced as Officer White stepped in front of her and slammed his cock in her gaping mouth. He grabbed for her ponytail and used it as a handle to rape her mouth. Stacy gagged as the thick cock drove deep in her throat, she choked as the bulbous rod was buried deep in her gullet. She thought she'd lose it when the tip of the officer's cock jammed against the back of her throat. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't believe that the huge cock was that deep in her mouth.

The pain was incredible. She couldn't believe the searing pain in her ass as Officer Brown pushed the head of his cock past her narrow sphincter. Her upper torso jerked and she kicked out with her legs but she could do nothing, she was impaled at both ends.

Officer White slowly pulled his cock out of her throat, the volume of Stacy's screams increased as her passage opened. Officer Brown continued to inch his pole deep in her rectum, it felt to Stacy like he'd slammed the whole of his cock in her ass, but a mere 2" had made it past the tight entry. Stacy felt the hands at the back of her head pushing her forward and Officer White's cock began to disappear again in her mouth, she felt her airway constrict as the huge shaft filled her throat. The unbearable pain continued to mount as Officer Brown rammed more and more of his cock in her ass.

Stacy thought she'd pass out, the pain was beyond anything she could imagine. She thought her ass would rip, it was a pain, a sensation, she'd never felt before, ever. It was a sharp, searing pain, tears streamed down her cheeks in a torrent. She felt every ounce of misery, she felt the smallest movement of her rapists. She felt the rhythm they got into as Officer White slammed his cock deep in her throat and the tip of his cock battered the back of her mouth, she thought she'd gag with each thrust. Then there was Officer Brown and his deep penetrations in her rectum, his huge shaft was wedged impossibly tight in her nether hole. Stacy felt her insides burn with the friction of the massive cock against her virgin anal passage.

Stacy's eyes went wide when she felt the warm sticky liquid explode in her mouth. She felt the cum slam into the back of her gullet. She couldn't breathe as the slime filled her throat. For an instant she didn't feel the painful thrusts in her ass, she didn't feel the blinding, searing pain from Officer Brown's massive cock still filling her, but the respite was short-lived.

Officer White clamped his hands on the back of her head as she tried to pull her mouth free from his spurting cock, but he held her head locked on his huge shaft. Stacy was about to pass out when she heard the roar of pleasure from Officer Brown as he buried himself completely in her rectum, exploding copious jets of sperm in her body, she felt the pole spewing its essence deep into her bowels. Stacy had never felt so much pain and humiliation. Her young, nubile, breasts were crushed against the table.

As Officer White slid his glistening cock from her mouth Stacy could only let her head collapse onto the wood. A combination of saliva and cum seeped around her violated lips. Officer Brown continued to slowly piston his waning cock in her tortured anus.

She must have passed out because when she came to Stacy was alone in the room. She tried to roll onto her side but her hands were still locked behind her back. Her pelvis burned as she stretched her legs trying to touch the floor. She could feel the line of cum dripping from her gapping ass and running down the inside of her thigh. When she coughed glossy white cum dribbled down her chin. She wanted to retch at the vile taste filling her mouth, but all she could do was sob and wail in complete and abject misery. Her nipples were hard as she tried again to roll onto her side. The bright lights over head were harsh as she caught her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't believe the way her face looked. She felt disgusted as she saw the line of goo running down her cheek. Her hair was disheveled and she couldn't believe that only hours before she'd been ready to celebrate with friends.

Stacy yelped as she moved her leg and felt the pain of the rapes. Her head thudded as it collapsed onto the table and tears streamed down her cheeks.

She didn't even stir as the door opened and her two tormentors returned. She saw them move into her line of vision and stand over her. The officers had put on their uniforms again, for an instant she thought that they might let her go but then Officer Brown grabbed her pony tail and dragged her from the table till she was forced to get on her feet. Stacy screamed in pain at the strain on her scalp.

"Pleeaassseee, Stop this!" The slap across her face came with impossible suddenness. Her jaw felt like it was snapped out of socket. Stacy heard the click of the key in the handcuffs. Her heart skipped a beat as her hands were finally free again. Tenuously she rubbed her wrists where the metal had bitten into her flesh. She wanted to scream and run away when Officer White cupped her breast and took her nipple between his meaty fingers.

"We've got a treat for you Miss Boyle, we know how you wanted to go to a party tonight, so we've arranged a special one for you, with some boys that will really appreciate a nice piece of pussy like yours.

Stacy flinched and cried out softly as Officer Brown thrust a finger deep in her tortured sex, the tears streamed down her face as she tried to beg with her eyes, she was too terrified to say a word.

"What a cute little slut you are." Officer Brown cupped her chin and ran his finger over her cheek while Officer White pinched and twisted her nipples.

Officer Brown grabbed for Stacy's shoulders and pushed her ahead of him. Officer White held her hands behind her back in case she got any ideas about running, not that she had any hope of escape. She was sobbing uncontrollably as they led her down the hall.

"Please, please, stop this." Stacy struggled against the movement of Officer White, but he easily pushed her along.

"Please!" Stacy didn't pay attention to where she was. Her eyes were blinded with tears. Her legs ached, her body hurt, then the three came to a locked steel door.

"I think you're going to enjoy the party Miss Boyle." Officer Brown put a large key in the lock. Stacy's body tensed as the door opened. She tried to plant her feet and hold her position but Officer White moved her on almost without effort.

"You fucking bastards, you can't do this to us. What's the fucking idea of leaving us all in here, you can't—"The loud voice was silenced when the man saw Stacy being dragged in between the two officers. The man screaming was one of perhaps 20 men locked in the holding cell. The men came in all shapes, sizes, and ages. The man who'd been so suddenly silenced by the sight of Stacy was the tallest, he must have been 6'8", and looked like he weighed upwards of 350 lbs, but he wasn't fat, he was just huge. He had on a red cap, he was obviously a trucker.

Sitting off on a cot were 4 black men, one of which must have topped out at over 400 lbs. Also in the cell there were three men who looked to be at least 70, the rest seemed indistinct, threatening, but indistinct.

"Hello boys, sorry for dragging some of you down here by surprise tonight, but I've got a little treat for your inconvenience."

Stacy stared wide-eyed at the scene before her. The cell stank of human bodies and urine. She couldn't believe all the men were cramped in the little room. There was the huge guy with the hat, and the massive black man. She also saw a couple guys that didn't look much older than she was. Her mouth dropped when she saw the three middle-aged men in the cell, they looked like they could be her dad and she started screaming.

"Nooooo, Noooo!" Officer White slapped Stacy hard across the cheek. The faces of the men in the cell suddenly changed when they grasped what was going on.

Stacy fought like an animal as she thrashed against Officer White. Officer Brown put a key in the cell door and opened the cage. Stacy's muscles were taut and strained as she fought against the impossibly strong grip of the officer carrying her toward the open door.

None of the cell's occupants moved as the door opened and Officer White carried Stacy in. When he set her down just inside the door, for an instant she stood on trembling legs like a terrified rabbit, nobody moved. When the heavy steel door slammed shut Stacy just stood still as all the men stared her.

"No need to use protection boys, she was a virgin till a couple hours ago." Stacy started screaming and ran to the cell door. She'd barely been able to grasp the steel in her hands before the men of the cell came to life and pounced on her.

"Noooo, please, stop this!" Ted--the truck driver--was surprisingly nimble for a man so large, he had Stacy around the waist before anybody else had moved. Her tiny hands locked on the rungs of the door trying to hold on. Ted lifted her off the ground and was trying to pull her toward the center of the room. One of the old men grabbed for Stacy's exposed breasts, his withered old hands clamped on her soft flesh. Stacy turned to look at the werewolf like hair growing on his face. She could smell him, she could smell the age and the neglect as he pinched at her tits with his overgrown nails.

Ted tugged on Stacy's hips trying to get her to let go of the door but the fear somehow gave her the strength to hold on.

"Okay, if that's what you want." The huge truck driver let go of Stacy's hips, she pressed close to the bars seeking protection. It all happened so fast, she felt the other men's bodies move in on her. She heard the huge man drop his pants and she turned to see the massive pole heading towards her body. She finally let go of the bars but it was too late, 3 or 4 other men in the cell moved toward her upper body and bent her over at the waist, holding her still for the big man's rape.

Her cheek was pressed against the cold steel as she felt the trucker's penis at her sex. Looking through the gap in the bars Stacy could see the two officers watching outside the cell. One had a video camera and was filming as the huge cock easily slammed to the hilt in her recently opened passage.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" The scream was heartrending as the length of the truck driver's huge cock filled Stacy's tight sex. Her eyes went wide as she felt the massive rod deep inside her belly. She could feel her sex stretching to accommodate the huge member. Her mouth was gaping but no words, or sounds, escaped. She couldn't believe what was happening to her.

The huge dick continued to fill her, she felt it snaking deep in her gut. Before she even had time to adjust to the intrusion two hands clamped on her head and twisted it to the side. She'd barely had a chance to look up and see the face of the middle-age man holding her head before he pressed his cock against her lips and forced his member in her throat. All the while Ted—who some people called Teddy Bear, though, there was nothing gentle about the man—slammed into her from behind. It was brutal, the trucker slammed his hips against Stacy's ass, she was jerked forward and off her feet as he pounded into her. The loud thud of flesh on flesh rang through the basement cell.

Stacy gagged on the cock filling her mouth, it was the smallest cock she'd been raped with thus far, but the man was a sadist, she couldn't breathe as he used her violently. The man held her head over his cock, the jutting pole was jammed well back in her throat. Stacy could fell her face going red and she started going lightheaded. She felt the saliva pouring around the invading cock as her body tried to accommodate the unnatural presence. Her vision started to go black, just as was about to pass out the man let up the pressure on the back of her head and let her breathe.

Stacy almost forgot about the huge shaft that was pummeling her sex until again she heard the rhythmic slapping of flesh. The pain was intense. She felt her passage straining to take in the huge member, she felt the pain deep inside her as the pole slammed into her insides. She couldn't see, she couldn't see the two cops filming her, but she knew they were there, her face was buried in the groin of the middle-aged man using her mouth. She felt the sharp fingernails of the old man at her breast's, she felt other hands groping her. She was unprepared when the cock in her mouth started spurting. The middle-aged man forced her mouth completely over his cock as it began shooting its juices. Stacy thought the goo would suffocate her, it was thick and copious. She couldn't swallow with the cock buried in her mouth, it was like she forgot how, it felt like she was going to drown. The sperm tasted different than Officer White's, it was more bitter.

The brutal taking of her sex continued, Stacy could feel the huge man thrusting into her, his hands were on her hips, driving her onto him, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her belly. She could only scream as she heard the roar of the trucker when he filled her with his spunk. She could feel it shoot deep into her body. His cock was pumping its load as it was buried deeper in her sex than she though physically possible. It felt like he was piercing her internal organs.

Hands continued to explore every inch of her body. The man that had taken her mouth pulled free, a line of cum ran down the corner of her mouth as she saw Officer White focusing a video camera on her face.

All the hands left her for an instant as the trucker slid his cock free of her tight sex. Stacy collapsed on the floor in a heap, but only for a moment, then she felt more hands on her. She was lifted over the shoulder of another man. Looking down she saw the naked black skin as he carried her toward where the other three black men stood around a cot. Stacy couldn't hear anything that was being said around her, the room was loud, and her head was ringing. She was tossed face down on the cot, her knees were on the floor and her breasts were crushed into the rough wool of the blanket. She felt a man move behind her. She looked back to see the biggest cock she'd ever seen lined up to penetrate her sex. She couldn't believe that there was anything longer than the trucker's cock, but the black man about to rape her, his was longer still. Stacy screamed as the huge pole worked its way into her belly. The cock was long, impossibly long, but not nearly so thick as the truckers. Hands grabbed for her wrists and pulled them to the sides of the cot. They needn't have bothered, she couldn't go anywhere, she couldn't escape the cell or the men, but she felt cords being tied to her wrists.

Another black man approached her from the front. She couldn't clamp her jaws shut before he slammed his cock into her throat. Again she thought she'd gag. Inch after inch disappeared between her soft lips. Stacy could hear the sound of herself choking on the cock as the man behind her continued to rape her sex. She kicked her legs wide as the pole slammed fully into her. Her knees scraped on the rough cement as the onslaught continued, she could do nothing to stop the violation. The sound of slapping flesh rang through the small cell as the men raped her in unison. Her neck was arched back to meet the thrusts of the man using her mouth, the pair of rapists got in a rhythm with their fucking. They exploded together, Stacy could feel the warm sperm fill her sex as she desperately tried to breathe, and swallow, the load from the cock in her mouth. She felt the burning pain in her ass as one of the men slapped her buttocks repeatedly with his open hand.

As soon as the first pair of black men finished with her the next two stepped forward. Stacy could hear the metal cot creak as the huge fat man she'd seen slammed into her sex and leaned over her body with his huge gut. It was all so sudden, it felt like she was going to be crushed. The edge of the metal frame bit into her hips as the man pounded into her from behind. Stacy could hear his labored breathing above her and she could feel the sweat pour off his body and onto her back. In any other circumstance she would have been disgusted, but as it was, the sweat pouring off him was the least of her concerns.

She didn't even suck the cock in her throat, it just pistoned between her teeth, in and out, ramming deeper and deeper with each thrust. Her mouth was wet with the spunk of her previous abusers, but the man raping her mouth now didn't seem to mind. He came quickly, his cock pulsed and filled her mouth with even more cum while the fat man continued to rape her sex, she couldn't believe how much it hurt. It wasn't so much the battering cock as the obese man himself and his weight upon her. She was crushed as the layers of fat fell on her hips and back. It sounded like he would die, his breathing was ragged, but he continued his disgusting rape of her, in spite of the dangerous sounding exertion.

Bubbles of cum formed at Stacy's lips as the man raping her mouth pulled free. She tried to cough, or spit, up the remains of the rapists, but to little effect. She groaned in exquisite pain as the fat man filled her pussy with his cum and collapsed on her body. He drove the wind from her lungs with his mass. Stacy couldn't believe what was happening, it all seemed so surreal. Her face dangled over the edge of the frame. It sounded like she was in a huge hall, all the sounds seemed so distant, she felt the crushing weight on her torso and she passed out.

Stacy came to feeling the throbbing in her sex. She could hear the guttural yells of the man raping her as she screamed out into the cell. It all came back to her in an awful flash. She didn't know how many men had taken her since the fat man collapsed upon her and she'd passed out. She was still bent over the cot with her arms pulled, and tied, to her sides. She could hear the catcalls and clapping of the men urging her rapist on. Stacy tried to lift her head. She saw the men looming around her, nary a man was dressed, cocks jutted obscenely as she felt the repeated pounding in her sex. Cum trailed out of her mouth, she couldn't scream, she couldn't react to the terrible abuses anymore. Leering faces smiled at her as her breasts scraped against the rough material of the cot.

As soon as she felt the explosion of cum in her pussy another man mounted her and started raping her anew. One of the old men limped toward her dangling head. She felt his sharp nails scrape her scalp as he lifted her mouth to his waiting cock. He forced her lips over the withered member. Stacy almost lost it when she smelt the old man, it was a combination of body odor, rot, and medicine. The old man rocked his hips and thrust his ancient rod in her throat as the man using her sex filled her with his seed. Stacy couldn't look to see the next man move behind her with her face buried in the tangled mass of hair on the old man's groin, her nose was pressed against his bucking hips. She tried to scream when the bulbous head of her new rapist's cock pressed against her anus. She kicked her legs wildly in the air as the penis was forced against her sphincter. She heard the old man wheezing as he fucked her face, his cock was soft, and she thought he would never be able to cum. Inch by inch the other man wedged his cock deep in her ass, sodomizing her for the second time since her had ordeal started. She heard the man groaning as he forced his member into the tightness of her ass, though she had been anally raped once already the pain was still unbelievable.

The old man moved her head over his cock again and again. Stacy couldn't believe the burning in her ass, she couldn't believe the incredible friction of the man's cock in her tight sheath. She passed out just as the old man shot his load on her face, the cum was like water and ran down her chin. Her head fell forward and hung limp over the edge of the cot while a new man slammed his cock in her anus.

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Stacy woke up when she heard the door of the cell creak open. She could only open one eye, the other was sealed shut with dried sperm. Her hair was matted, little clumps of spiked hair rose off her head, like the time she'd dressed up as a punk rocker for Halloween, but this time it wasn't hair spray that held the hair aloft.

She couldn't move, the thick, muscled, arms of the trucker were locked around her chest. She could feel his cock hard beneath her thigh as he continued to sleep, probably dreaming about raping her again. Stacy could barely make out Officer White moving closer. She had no idea what time it was, there were no windows in the cell. Men slept around the room in any free space. Stacy knew they had all taken her multiple times through the night, even the old men had tried to take her more than once with varying degrees of success. She had no idea of how many times she'd been violated. She felt the trucker's breath on her neck as he engulfed her in his grasp. He had fought one of the black men for the right to sleep with her when they'd finally finished abusing her. She'd felt little more than a piece of meat. Multiple hands had held her while the trucker and the other man fought, but it hadn't been a contest, the trucker shattered the black man's nose with one punch and had claimed her as his own. He'd fallen asleep on top of her after fucking her one last time. She hadn't even felt it by then, her body was numb from the rapes. She'd been forced to swallow so much sperm she felt bloated still. The men had jerked off into a glass and made her drink it. She wouldn't do it willingly so they'd held her down, pinching her nose shut they tilted her head back and poured the sperm down her throat so she had no choice but to finish the disgusting cocktail. At one time during the night three of the black men took her at once. One got on his back and she was forced to mount him while one took her up the ass, and the third raped her mouth. She didn't know how she'd made it through the night. The men passed her around like a rag doll. Her breasts were still red from the evil slaps and pinches.

Officer White peeled the trucker's arms away from Stacy's torso. She groaned as the feeling came back into her body. Even the slightest movement brought her more pain. She was over the officer's shoulder and being carried out of the cell before any of the convicts started to come to. The officer carried Stacy to what looked like an old locker room. He carried her into the shower and set her down on the floor so she was on her hands and knees. She wanted to vomit but she couldn't, her breasts dangled and ached as they swayed while she coughed. Officer White stepped away.

Stacy's body convulsed and she began vomiting, thick white sperm erupted from her overfilled gut, it was like she was frothing at the mouth. The showerheads turned on and water streamed over her. The sticky white goo ran off her body and into the drain. She didn't even pay attention to Officer White standing just outside the spray, recording her degradation on videotape.

Fifteen or twenty minutes later the water was turned off. Stacy looked like a drowned rat. Her hair no longer looked like a punk rock fashion statement, instead it stuck to her forehead. She couldn't cough up anymore of the cum, her stomach was empty but she couldn't get rid of the sick feeling, or the memory of her gang rape. Her sex was raw and swollen. Her ass burned.

Officer White tossed her a towel.

"Dry off slut!" Stacy wanted to cry, she felt her lip quiver and she wanted to ball like a little girl, but she knew after what they'd already done to her it wouldn't make a difference. She pulled the towel over her tortured breasts. She remembered how one of the men had dragged her behind him by pinching on her nipples. She remembered the chorus of laughter as the other men clapped and urged him on. She tried to beg him to stop but it was of no use, he pulled her behind him like a dog.

Officer White moved close and Stacy took a baby step back. He lifted a black strap towards her neck. She didn't know what it was, she felt the cold buckle on her skin as he put one end through the opening, and then leather cinched tight on her throat. She heard a small click and then ringing of a lock as it swayed against the buckle.

"Hands behind your back!" Stacy didn't hesitate, as soon as she moved her hands behind her back she heard the metal cuffs ratchet together and close on her wrists. She wanted to protest, to beg him to stop. She thought that it all must be a dream, a horrible dream. It was too awful to happen in real life.

"Go!" She felt the push at her shoulder and she moved in the direction of the shove. She was too awestruck to even say anything. Her bare feet moved over the cold tile. It had to be a dream she thought, maybe she'd got drunk and passed out, maybe that's why she couldn't wake up now.

Stacy listened to the loud footsteps of the cop as he followed behind her. Her nipples were hard in the subterranean air of the basement. She moved silently over the ground, her shoeless feet took delicate steps trying to ease the pain of movement to her body. Her inner thighs burned with each move forward. Her hair slowly dried as they passed door after closed door, the lights were weak in the hall. She felt a hand grab her wrist and drag her to a stop.

"This is the one." Officer White moved her to the side and opened the door they stood before. Inside was a narrow room, more like a hall opening before her than a room. To the left was a floor to ceiling mirror, though again she knew it was a one way mirror and there were probably people on the other side. To her right were height markings on the wall, she knew then that it was a line up room, like she'd seen on TV.

Stacy felt Officer White tug her to a stop on the centermost pair of feet painted on the floor.

"Stand still, face forward!" Stacy's legs shook and she felt herself blush. She knew there were people behind the glass and she felt humiliated at the thought of them staring at her naked body. She felt like she would faint, she could no longer delude herself that it was all a dream. An overhead speaker crackled and she recognized the voice of Officer Brown.

"Spread your legs!" Stacy started to sob. Her chest heaved but she didn't move.

"Spread your legs!" Stacy slid her feet wider, though not wide enough.

"Spread your legs!" The voice was emphatic. She could feel her breasts quiver as the tears streaked down her cheeks.

"Turn to your left!" Stacy wailed in protest but she turned so she was in profile. Her young figure was pleasantly outlined against the white background of the back wall. Her perky breasts trembled enticingly as she stood humiliated, alone on the line up stage.

"Face the wall, bend at the waist and spread your legs!" Stacy's sobbing increased in volume. She felt her sex exposed as she bent awkwardly. She tried to stare at the floor but she found herself looking back between her legs at the reflection of her naked body in the mirror. Her sex glowed red and her labia were swollen. Tears fell to the floor beneath her.

The door opened and Officer White appeared. He didn't speak but grabbed her shoulder and dragged her from the room, when she was in the hall he started talking.

"You'd better not fuck this up slut, the buyer wants to see you play with yourself." She heard the click of the cuffs as he released the locks. He placed a smooth shaft in her hand and turned on the small motor, it started vibrating in her palm.

"Go, get on your back, spread your legs as wide as you can and start playing with yourself. Squeeze your breasts and start fucking yourself with the dildo!" Stacy looked at the 6" long vibrator in her hand.

"No, I ca—"Officer White slapped her hard across the face. Like magic he produced a red ball gag and forced it between her teeth. Twisting a clump of her hair in his hand made her spread her jaws wide to accommodate the rubber invader. He pulled her face close to his and spoke slowly and clearly.

"Go in there, get on your back, spread your legs and start playing with yourself," Stacy yelped as he gripped her arm, he squeezed tight, "you'd better make it look good, or else!" Stacy grunted in relief when he let go of her arm. He turned her toward the open door and pushed her back into the bright lights of the line up. She stumbled as she made her way along the small stage. She got to the center and turned toward the mirror. She wondered about who was behind the glass, and what was happening to her, then she got down on her back. She'd never felt so exposed in her life. Planting her feet as far to either side of her as she could she spread her legs, her whole body jerked when she touched the tip of the vibrator to her tortured pussy lips. The tenor of her whimpers increased as she moved the shaft over her sex. Stacy closed her eyes, with a free hand she pinched her nipples till they went hard. Her long fingers molded the soft flesh of her breasts. She had of course masturbated, but it had always been embarrassing to her. She knew she was supposed to have an orgasm, not that she knew exactly what one was, but when she'd felt her desire mount she'd always stopped, knowing her parents were asleep in their room. On the stage now she continued, she slid the plastic shaft into her sex as it buzzed away, but she felt no arousal, just abject humiliation.

Stacy didn't know how long she'd laid on her back and played with herself, she just followed the directions of the voice on the loudspeaker. She'd been repeatedly forced to ram the whole length of the dildo in her sex and anus, her wrist was tired from the effort.

They'd made her put her legs back behind her head, she was flexible enough and managed to perform the lewd display. When Officer White finally reentered the room that was how he found her, he loomed over her and smiled, she never felt more shame as she did then, contorted as she was, his grin grew wider.

"You did good slut. With that kind of show it was easy to convince him to buy you." Stacy's eyes were wide with shock, she didn't understand what he meant.

"Let's get you ready to ship!" He reached down and ran his hand over the back of her thigh.

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To Be Continued….

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