It was well after dark before the sound of clanking keys woke her from a restless sleep. The cell house was pitch black inside, as it had been every other night. Even with her eyes wide open, she couldn't see anything but the shadows of several bodies moving around her. Yanked from the cot, she felt someone behind her unlock and remove the handcuffs, then another pair of hands pull her brown dress over her head. A third man with a firm grip on her neck and upper shoulder shoved her out of the cell and to her right, forcing her around the side of the enclosure and then face forward against the cold metal bars.

Her legs were pulled wide apart and attached to the cell with metal cuffs, while other hands lifted her arms to either side of her. They were forcefully stretched to her left and right, then cuffed at the wrist with thick metal bands, which were then fastened to bars an'arm's length away. A blindfold descended over her eyes, as if that would matter in this darkness. And yet, the purpose her blindfold became acutely clear just seconds later when Sausony realized that a spotlight had been turned on behind her, radiating a burning heat aimed directly at her ass. She imagined that it was just a foot or two away from her naked skin, but then, the intensity of the heat lessened; the lamp must have been moved.

'Punishment is rough enough in our jurisdiction, Miss Doyle,"she recognized Sheriff Holden's terse voice, "without compounding it with a witless attempt to escape. You think you've been punished so far? We're just getting started."

As soon as he backed away, she felt the cold snap of leather crack across her buttocks. Another smack followed, and then more in a rhythmic cadence until her ass was scalded with heat enough to make her scream. One round of torment finished, the leather began a second journey across the flesh of her ass.

'Oh, please, no!"

She wailed, she whimpered, she cried. But no one cared.

Every attempt to wriggle away from the harsh beating only made the leather wrap her waist, which produced a surprisingly vicious snap that bit as sharply as the blade edge of a knife. She howled in distress, trying to hold back her tears, but discovered that trying was useless with the pain so great.

The punishment stopped briefly just when she knew she could take no more. But after a quick respite, the beating resumed with blows from some undetermined implement laid directly against her back and shoulders. Surprisingly, this thrashing was not as offensive as she feared. The resulting feeling didn't even approach pain; this was sensation alone, accompanied by an unexpected emotional response that was oddly satisfying. The effect was one of being beaten down, taken to a point of relinquishment, resignation and surrender. So absorbed by her unexpected response, she was unaware that after a few minutes, she began to moan, not howl for the brutality to stop, but moan as if she were on the path to erotic ecstasy.

Just as she became aware of her rising sexual need, another round of vigorous spanking began on her brutalized ass, bringing back the biting pain and her more anguished cries.

When the punishment finally ceased, her body felt rained on, nerve endings firing a shower of shimmering sparks. A sense of peace followed, and close on its heels, a feeling of arousal that began as a mere ticklish hint and escalated swiftly to encompass her entire body with need she'd rarely felt. The transition from pain to bliss occurred without warning, descending too fast for her wistful mind to engage and stop the onslaught'if she had wanted to. By the time her senses revived, the hands that pushed her from her cell, cuffed her, bound and beat her, now mauled her backside, forcing her ass cheeks apart and swathing her crevice with lubricant, from her cunt to the tight rose of her anus.

"Oh!!!!"she seethed, as a pair of fingers swathed that untried spot and began to probe the tight bud. She knew what was coming.

'Later,"a fevered whisper warned. "This is all I need."The man's fingers shot forward to widen the tight space between the upper thighs, and thrusting his heavy body against hers, pushing her hard against the steel bars, his erection found home in her cunt. The fucking motion was swift and firm, a tumult of molten body heat flowing from his loins into hers. She had no time to resist the driving assault. Her juices oozed from her cunt and slid down her legs, all the evidence her assailants needed to assuage any feeling of guilt that might have made them hold back. The explosion of sound, of her elegant whimpers and his throaty gasps spread the contagion through the men behind them.

As soon the one man pulled dripping from her snatch, another took his place in what was to be a crude gangbang of the incarcerated slut. Knowing how she thrived in this atmosphere of depravity, they owned her body for as long as they could keep their cocks erect. She wouldn't stop them, even if she could.

In the midst of the fucking melee, new devices of torture appeared out the darkness: clamps pinched her nipples, while others were screwed to her outer labia, weighting the flesh with heavy leaded baubles that dangled and swayed as the motion of fucking took rough turns Each torture shocked her system, sending her climax to another brilliant plane of pleasure. A cruel slap on her ass, a pussy paddle striking her pubic mound, fingers twisting her clamp-laden nipples'would it ever end?

When one man pulled a spent erection from her cum-soaked pussy, the brief interlude caused her mind to engage again, wondering if the assault was finally over. That space between gave her a chance to breathe, a sliver of time to think and wonder why she found satisfaction in being treated so cruelly. And yet, before the answer to her question became clear, another body would burrow in to her cunt. She soon lost count of the men who used her

Just as the physical strain began to have an unpleasant effect, another man moved on her. This one, however, wasn't desperate to have her the way the others were. Her blindness made her wise enough to sense the truth through intuition and then yield to the feel of his caressing hands. He ran the length of her body, delicately stroking her with the back of his hand, and with the gentleness of a lover he caressed her face. He ran a finger across her lips and her mouth opened. She felt some compulsion to taste the probing digit as she might a cock presented to her lips for sex. She purred under her breath, deeply so only her newest assailant, the humane one could hear the sonorous hum of her desire.

Caught off guard by his unanticipated kindness, her defenses were short-circuited and her surrender was easily won. Her senses opened to his body perfume, the familiar aromas of his cologne and perspiration, evoking memories that in this surreal hour were buried too deep to immediately recall.

He had her won, not by force, which he could easily have used as the others had, but by the subtle manipulation of her mind. Her body followed easily once he seduced her imagination. One hand caressed one breast, while the other dropped to her crotch and began to fondle her there. Toying just inside her vagina, he pressed the pleasure-points giving rise to a new wave of physical spasms and her delicate swoons. Her entire body tensed in his arms as her belly reached another climax. Then she relaxed back against him as much as she could while still brutally bound to the hard cell bars.

Maybe this one wouldn't be like the others. Maybe the others will go away and leave us be. Maybe.

When his hand moved to the succulent chasm of her anal cleft, he burrowed deep, first gathering her juices from her cunt, which he smeared around her body's nether doorway. Then he backed off briefly and returned to the warm crevice swathing a cold and sticky substance just below her parted cheeks where he discovered the opening as taut as a miser's fist. His efforts were a grim forewarning of what was to come.

'Please don't,"she moaned with some sincerity, although her body appeared to respond with eager consent. "I never have'"but her weak protest drifted away, lost inside the energized whispers of those who stayed to witness.

'Well then, Sausony, it's time to rectify that,"Sheriff Holden laughed at the pun, while he zealously fingered her dark channel.

She recognized him now. Grant Holden, who else?

As he massaged the untried orifice, she could feel the power of his tumescent organ pressing along the crease of her ass, waiting to get in. She flinched, afraid.

"Easy, lady, and this won't kill you,"he said.

She couldn't speak and she couldn't relax.

But that did not concern him. Having prepared her enough to suit his needs, Grant pulled back and aimed the head of this erection directly at her greasy anus. Then grabbing her hips to steady himself, he plunged his fullness into her bowels.

Her head fell back as she cried, "Gawd nooooooo!"and the reflexive howl echoed through the chamber. Grant paid little heed to her distress. He would move forward with or without her blessing. After the first lunge, he held her ass tight to his crotch and waited for her discomfort to recede. Sliding the fingers of one hand around her hip, he nestled one at the crest of her clitoris and thrummed the sensitive spot carefully. He could fell her rigid muscles slacken and the anger in her subside as the erotic imperative of'her body replaced her fear.

Sausony could sense the change herself and for a few moments, she forgot that Grant's cock was lodged inside her ass. His fingers worked efficiently, bringing her to another sexual peak, so that by the time he began to move inside her ass again, the new sensations only amplified the ones she was accustomed to. She felt powerless, conquered, but strangely freed. Her mind began to flash like Vegas neon, her legs went weak and her entire body seemed to expand because of the fierce feral feeling at the base of her spine. The heart of her sexual body exploded'not her vagina and her clit, but the channel behind them felt as if it were rocketing skyward, having been launched from an earthy darkness into uncharted places.

Soon, the two rocking on the jail cell bars came to a violent, explosive end and climaxed; first Grant, then Sausony following shortly thereafter.

It seemed as if the entire building shook as the jail cell shook, that the floor shook beneath them, which shook the foundation and the ground below. Even Sausony's cries were more guttural, she had her inner animal about the throat and was shaking it alive.

Realizing that the gang-rape was at its end, the band of prison guards and officers of the court slunk away. Grant remained for a time stuck to his prisoner with a layer of sweat fusing their skin together so their boundaries became muddied. The shared act kept one heart beating against the other in a simple counterpoint. Even their minds couldn't easily disentangle.

As cryptic and aloof as his job required him to be, this time it took Grant a little more time to distance himself from the blonde lady who'd aimlessly wandered into town. She had the quality of fine roses about her, a one in a million essence that gave him a special charge he never remembered feeling.

He thought he knew why, what the difference was between Sausony and the other sluts they jailed. As he finally peeled his body from hers and watched the woman slump against the jail cell, the irony of the moment hit him.

He checked her wrists and ankles, and decided that she wasn't in any particular distress, at least for the moment. He needed a beer and a moment to rest. Figuring that she could survive for another half hour bound to the bars, he stuffed his flaccid member back in his pants and zipped them, then whispered in her ear just before he left, "Thank you, Mrs, Kimball, the pleasure has been all mine."

He gave her one last whack on the ass, and strode to the cell house door, leaving her in the dark with the staggering fact of what just took place.