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Title: Ten Dollar Fine
Author: Wollstonecraft
This and other stories can be found at:
http://www.geocities.com/athens/aegean/9006
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This is a work of fiction. The author neither endorses nor condones the
actions described
herein. This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts. No virgins
were deflowered in
the creation of this work.
General warning: This is a _very_ ugly story. There's a bit at the end that,
quite frankly, upsets
me, but that's how the story wanted to be written. You have been warned.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
Ten Dollar Fine
or
"You Ain't Never Gon' Forget"
By Wollstonecraft
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 for sure.
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
cinderblocks 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
shower stall.
"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 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 grey 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.
"Tthere's no bbuttons," 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'."
"Yyes, 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 toward her.
"No!" She stared wideeyed 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 like."
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 other way.
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 cockhead 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 naturalborn cocksuckers."
As she lay on the floor, gulping air, the immense negro grabbed her by the
shoulders and
threw her onto the cot on her stomach.
"Nno 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! NOh!!" She felt the sharp pressure as
his cock stabbed
at her pussy, trying to find the opening. "Nuh!! Nuh!!" She felt the
cockhead 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 cockhead'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
hips.
"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 cockhead 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 franticly 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, sugar."
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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