Subject: FANTASIA: The Sherrif (fm,nc,b/d,s/m,bes,etc)
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi


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                 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...