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The Dollar Fine
By C Montgomery (address withheld)

***

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 in this ugly 
little southern town, that's for sure. (MF, nc, rp, 
tort, sn)

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 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 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 toward her.

"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 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 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 stomach.

"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! NO! 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 
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 
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, 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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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author 
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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