TEN DOLLAR FINE
(MF, tort, rp, v, nc, preg, murder)
Written by Wollstonecraft
Dateline: 1978, somewhere south of the Mason-Dixon
Ten dollars. The fine was only ten dollars but she wasn't
going to pay it. Not to that hick bastard sheriff or judge or
whatever else he was is this ugly little southern town, that's
So Hollywood would just have to wait another ten days for
the new Mary Pickford. That's what they called her in that old
boarding school she was stuck in until she just got fed up and
took off. The Easter money Daddy sent bought a ticket to
California with plenty to spare.
Maybe she shouldn't have gotten
off the train, but the little girl at the station stared at her
candy bar so longingly and she didn't see the harm in giving it
to her. So the train left without her and she had to wait for
the next one. And she got thirsty.
So she'll spend ten days in jail. It'll be good experience
for her career. Maybe she could be the next Jean Harlow. How
bad could it be?
She began to find out when the judge took off his robes and
became the sheriff. He took her by the arm and pulled her from
the dingy shack he called a courtroom to the dingy pile of
cinder-blocks he called the jail. There wasn't much to it. The
one room held just a desk, a chair and a single cell. In the cell
was a cot, a toilet and a sink. Off to the side was an open
"Okay, darlin'," he drawled, pointing to the shower, "take
off that pretty l'il dress and get in."
She turned to him in surprise. "But--"
"No 'buts,' sugar." His grip tightened on her arm and he
pulled her to him. He stared into her suddenly frightened eyes
and spoke to her softly, menacingly. "Now, listen good, darlin'.
While you're in my jail, your Northern ass is mine. So you
better be real nice, hear? Now, I said strip and get in."
Fear washed over her. What had she gotten into? She cursed
her stupidity. The possibility that she could be raped had never
entered her mind. The horror that this ugly man might take her
virginity was bad enough, but she knew that she was near the
fertile part of her cycle. If she was raped, she would probably
end up pregnant.
"I said NOW, sugar."
She numbly unbuttoned the dress and let it fall to the
floor. She pulled the straps of her slip over her shoulders and
it too fell around her ankles, leaving her full breasts exposed to
the cool air and the sheriff's stare. She felt her nipples
harden. Turning away from him, she slipped the waistband of her
panties over her wide hips and slid them down. Stepping out of
them, she stood naked, her back to him.
"Right tight ass, sugar. Turn around."
She turned, trying to cover herself with her arms.
He looked her over. "Yeah, you'll do," he grunted. "Now
get in there."
She stepped into the shower and the sheriff quickly spun the
faucet on. The sudden rush of cold water made her squeal and
shudder. The sheriff smiled as he stared at her wiggling ass.
He turned off the flow, then pulled his eyes away from the
shivering girl to take a wad of cloth from one of the desk
drawers. "Put this on." The gray dress was filthy, but it would
cover her, so she slipped it on. It was open in the front, but
there was no way to fasten it closed.
"T-there's no b-buttons," she whimpered.
"Been meanin' to get 'round to that, sugar," he grinned,
"but makin' prisoners confor'ble ain't high on my list. Get in
the cell now, darlin'."
"Y-yes, sir," she whispered, dripping and shivering, trying
to squeeze past him. She gasped when he cupped her buttock.
"Now, you be a good girl," he laughed, slapping her bottom. She
hurried into the cell, fell onto the cot, curled into a ball and
began to cry.
"Now, darlin'," the sheriff cooed as he slammed the cell
door shut, "there's no need for that. We're gon' take good care
of you." He started out of the dank room, then he turned back to
say, "Right good care." Then he turned out the light and left,
leaving her alone in the dark and the fear.
It could have been minutes, it could have been hours when he
returned. The shock of the sudden light made her sit bolt
upright, her dress gaping open. The black man let out a low
whistle at the sight of her.
"C'mon, boy," said the sheriff, motioning to the shower with
the gun he held in his right hand, "you know the drill." The
huge Negro's eyes moving back and forth between her full, milky
breasts and the silky blond hair of her pussy while he unbuttoned
his grimy work shirt and tossed it across the room. His pants
followed, dropping on top of her dress and panties, still in a
heap on the floor. Her eyes widened as she stared at the thick
rigid cock thrusting erect from his groin.
The sheriff poked at the muscular arm of the Negro. "G'wan."
Then he turned to her and said, "This one's none too bright.
Ain't that right, boy?"
The Negro mumbled something intelligible, his dull eyes
still glued to the frightened girl in the cell as the water
washed over him. The cold shower didn't affect his throbbing
member. It seemed to grow even thicker and harder as the water
dripped off it.
"Now," the sheriff continued as he turned off the water, "we
ain't got but the one cell, so you're gon' have to share your cot
with this young buck here." He unlocked the cell door as the
Negro lurched out of the shower and, breathing heavily, moved
"No!" She stared wide-eyed at the lumbering dark hulk
coming at her. "You can't-- He can't--"
"Now, darlin'," the sheriff grinned as he opened the cell
door and the Negro came into the cell, "this'un's just gon' keep
you company. The two of you'll have lots of time to get friendly
She crouched in the corner of the cell and began screaming.
"No! Oh God, no! Please--" The black man towered over her. He
bent down and pulled her crying body up to him. His rough hands
reached down and cupped her breasts. She screamed over and over,
her eyes riveted on the mammoth prick stabbing into her thigh.
The sheriff's voice rose above her shrieks. "Looks like he
wants to give you somethin' to remember us by when you go back up
North. Now, listen up, darlin'. These'un's don't much care if
he gives it to you by fuckin' or suckin', but you're gon' get it
jus' the same. Y'understan'?"
She understood. She was about to be raped by this black
man. He would take her virginity and make her pregnant. And she
would give birth to a Negro baby. Unless she took his seed some
She wasn't sure what to do, but she had to try. It was her
only hope. She bent down and took his massive member in her
hands, so thick she could barely put her fingers around it. She
put it to her lips, took the huge cock-head into her mouth and
began to suck at it as if drinking soda from a straw.
The black man growled. Suddenly, grabbing her head, he
cruelly thrust his great cock deep into her mouth. The bulbous
tip quickly forced itself past her tongue and down her throat.
She gagged violently, her throat spasming on the invading flesh.
Involuntarily, her teeth bore down on the dark shaft and he
howled in pain, pushing her sharply away. The force of the air
being knocked out of her made her grunt as the she hit the wall.
"Aw, sugar," said the sheriff, "you're a big disappointment.
I thought all you Northern gals were natural-born cock-suckers."
As she lay on the floor, gulping air, the immense Negro
grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her onto the cot on her
"N-no!! Please!! Don't!!" she moaned as she felt the rough
hands on her hips lifting her buttocks up. "Oh-- God-- No--"
She felt the Negro's knee pry her thighs wide apart, exposing her
pussy, leaving her open and unprotected. "No! N-Oh!!" She felt
the sharp pressure as his cock stabbed at her pussy, trying to
find the opening. "Nuh!! Nuh!!" She felt the cock-head catch
between the folds. "Nah!! Aaa!!" She screamed as the broad
knob forced her pussy lips open and jammed itself tightly into
her virgin channel.
For the briefest moment, she felt only the immense
cock-head's presence inside her. Then, grunting, the Negro
slammed his hips forward. The thick column of flesh jabbed
itself deeper into her narrow passage and she shrieked at the
violent penetration. She groaned as it pulled slightly out, then
her voice grew shriller and louder as it brutally drove in again,
forcing itself deeper into her, splitting her open.
Her face twisted in shock as she felt the blunt tip on her
hymen. "Nuh! Nuh! Nuh!" she shrieked as the fiery flesh
withdrew, preparing for the final assault. "Naaahh!!" The rigid
spike hammered in, ripping through the fragile tissue and burying
itself fully into her, pounding painfully onto her cervix.
"Hot damn," the sheriff shouted when he saw the blood
running down her thighs. "Looks like you broke this one in,
didn't 'cha, boy? You one lucky buck."
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she wailed over and over as the
thickness inside her began to quickly thrust in and out. With
each withdrawal she felt her inflamed flesh contracting only to
be stretched wide and open as the swollen dick plunged in again,
bottoming out each time. Each searing piercing caused her to cry
out in pain, each grating retreat caused her to yelp in agony.
"I knew you was gon' be a screamer," the sheriff grunted as
he watched the rape. He'd unzipped his fly and was slowly
stroking his prick. "Hope you got a lot of lung power, 'cause
you gon' need it."
As the great shaft continued to viciously pound into her,
stretching her to accommodate its great mass, her pussy grew wet
and the stiff flesh grew slick with her discharge. To her shock,
the pain was changing to pleasure. Her screams of agony became
outcries of passion. To her horror, she found her buttocks
pushing into his groin to meet each intense hammering of his
"Yer beginnin' to love it, ain't 'cha, darlin'? You love
havin' that big, black cock inside you, don't 'cha? G'wan,
sugar. You gon' come on the big nigger stick. You know you
will. And when that ol' buck comes, you gon' be mama of a big
ol' nigger baby. Won't your papa be proud?"
She was meeting him thrust for thrust now, her voice a
guttural moan, her mind a jumble of passion and terror. She
remembered the girls at school saying that if you orgasmed when a
boy was shooting his semen into you, you were sure to get
pregnant. She fought the waves of desire swelling within her,
fought the fire growing and licking at her insides, but the
stroking flesh so deep in her inflamed her wanton lust. It
suddenly flared and blazed through her and she shuddered as the
orgasm engulfed her and she screamed in rapture. Her pussy
spasmed on the driving cock buried inside her, making her black
violator pound into her even more ruthlessly.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh," she grunted as the savage blows
intensified. Again the intense waves washed over her and her
pussy clutched tighter on the dark thickness within her, as if
trying to pull the seed from it.
The young Negro behind her began to growl, his fingers
digging into her hips as he slammed her again and again into his
rigid pole, stabbing it faster and deeper into her, battering her
cervix. Squealing at the increasing violence of his thrusts,
she realized that he was about to come.
The sheriff decided it was time.
"Nuh!! Nuh!!" she screamed. She felt the pounding flesh
inside her began to swell, growing even tighter within her narrow
passage, and she felt herself again spasming on it, sucking at
it. With a savage growl, the Negro hammered in brutally, burying
his bloated manhood into her as deep and tight as he could,
driving the great cock-head hard against her cervix.
The sheriff came into the cell and stood behind the rutting
Negro. He abruptly jammed his dick into the Negro's ass while
pulling at the black man's shoulder with his left hand. With
his right, he put the barrel of the gun at the base of the
Negro's head and squeezed the trigger.
The shot was deafening.
The sheriff closed his eyes and rode the frantically bucking
buttocks, savoring the feeling of the wildly spasming sphincter
on his ejaculating prick, savoring the hysterical shrieks he
could hear even though the ringing left by the roar of the
gunshot. "Darlin," he grunted, knowing the convulsing Negro's
cock had driven itself halfway into her womb and was pumping
semen into her in great streams, "this is one fuck you ain't
never gon' forget."
When the convulsions finally stopped, the sheriff let the
body drop onto the madly screaming girl, the dead man's rigor
still imbedded in her. As he was buckling his belt, he muttered,
"Darlin', you shouldn't have tried to help that nigger escape.
Guess you gon' be with us a long time now." As he opened the door
to leave, he smiled and said, to no one in particular, "Ain't no
northern doctor gon' help you get rid of what's in your belly,
It only took the private investigator two months to find
her, but it took another seven to get her out. Daddy was well
off, but he wasn't rich enough to make the judges look kindly on
a single white woman in her "condition" who'd offer aid to an
uppity Negro. At least not right away. She was finally released
a week after she gave birth.
Two children in the crowd whispered as they stared at the
white woman with the sunken eyes and the black baby leaving the
jail. "My Mama tol' me," said one to the other, "that's why you
can't drink from the nigger water fountains. She say if you
drink the nigger water, you gon' have a nigger baby."
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