THE SHERIFF
By V.P. Viddler
"Crawl for us, girl," the sheriff said, and I did.
I had no will left. For four full days I had been in their power. For four days
and nights I had been a plaything for them. For four days and nights I had been
raped and beaten and whipped and tortured and tormented. Until I was broken,
fully. I had screamed and yelled and I had begged and pleaded, but I had only
driven them on. They were animals, panting animals with a live toy to play with.
I had been debased and ground into dirt and they had done everything they
possibly could to me.
I couldn't even pray that they would sometime tire of it and let me go. For all
I knew they might kill me first. But after you have been held down and beaten
and raped and spat on and urinated on for four days continually, you have no
fight, you have nothing.
So when the sheriff said to crawl, I crawled. I, Jennifer Cranach, militant
feminist, fighter for equality. I dragged myself to my hands and knees, and I
crawled, naked and filthy, crawled across the floor of that decaying jailhouse,
crawled naked before those laughing, leering, snickering men slouched in their
chairs, sweating, gloating as I pulled myself along the floor. I was aware that
my naked breasts swayed helplessly as I crawled, that my haunches wiggled, that
my thighs rippled for the amusement and lust of my doltish captors. And I
crawled for them. Sweating and whimpering.
"Damn, damn, damn!" the sheriff said. "Somebody piss on this broad. Make her
drink it."
And somebody pissed on me. And somebody else pissed in a cup, and they made me
stand up and they gave me the cup and told me to drink it. And I drank it. I
cried, to their pleasure, but I drank it.
Once I had vomited while they were beating me and they made me eat it. They made
me eat it off the floor, with my hair hanging in it.
And once they made me suck of a pig.
I wasn't going to. I didn't care any more if they killed me, there was still a
scrap of dignity I was going to keep. They spread me out over a table and
started on my breasts, and all of them did it all over my body. With cigarettes,
and cigars. I don't know how many, but it went on until I was crazy and they had
to tie me down and they asked me if I wouldn't like to suck off the pig and I
said yes, and they said did I beg to suck off the pig and I said yes, and they
said ask them nice and they kept putting out the cigarettes and I said I
screamed oh please, oh dear god, please let me suck of the pig, please oh god,
and they untied me and I fell on the floor and they brought the pig and I sucked
it off. And they said kiss it nice, and I kissed the pig. And I put my tongue in
its mouth. And I sucked it off and they said swallow it and I swallowed it all.
After that they brought in all the men they wanted and I fucked them.
So I drank that piss and I crawled in front of them. And I sucked them off,
sucked them slowly or swiftly according to what they wanted. And they hosed me
down so they could fuck me. And the sheriff lay on top of me and he grinned and
he looked down into my eyes as he fucked me and I put my legs around him the way
he liked and I squirmed and twisted for him and he spat in my face.
He said, "Girl, you're a real whore, you know that?"
"Yes, sir," I said.
Everybody laughed.
"Tell these guys how much you love this," he said, and I said, "Oh, I love it. I
love you, sheriff. I love you to fuck me." And I started to cry and they took me
and stretched me out and I screamed and begged them not to hurt me any more and
the sheriff said was I a whore and I said yes and he said would I eat their shit
and I said yes and I twisted for them...
