Terri Chapter 1

[blackdog]

TERRI CHAPTER 1

R GP DP Ex Vol & Death, but not of the main participants. Also before anyone get upset about my use of the word 'redneck', I'm a Southern Redneck, I'm just not from Mississippi. OK usual b/s. Not real, its fiction, etc, etc.



It was another scorcher. The patrol car’s tinny radio was playing an old country tune as Terri Spears slumped low in the front seat, weakly fanning herself with an open B & D comic book. A fly alighted on her bare arm where it lay along the top of the door. She glanced at it idly watching as it crawled slowly and unevenly up the length of her arm, stopped, and then flew off. It was so hot even the flies were torpid in the heat.



Mississippi was a poor state and so were most of the sheriff’s departments in the state. The old Dodge she drove had seen better days and had never had a/c.



Terri’s uniform shirt was open to the waist, revealing a tanned belly and chest and the moist, tanned upper half of her breasts showing above a lacy black bra. She rubbed perspiration off her forehead, further matting her short blonde bangs back against the top of her head.



She wanted nothing more at that moment than to abandon her post watching Highway 25 and head for the Yazoo River, where she could spend the rest of her afternoon shift immersed in its cool, clear water. But that would have left her broke that evening, and stuck in her overheated house with nothing to do. She needed to make a little money to go out, to ease herself in the a/c of the Do-Drop-Inn, or the Gattling Roadhouse. To dance and drink and party and forget she was stuck in a backwater town in a backwater county in backwater Mississippi.



And the only way that was going to happen was if she could catch some tourist going by on Highway 25 and convince them they were speeding, or at least that it’d be worth their while to hand her a $50 or even a $100 so she’d let them go on about their way. She had parked the old Dodge in behind the Coke billboard in the only shade available, and had been waiting for an hour now without profit.



She shifted in the seat, grunting with the effort as she sat up a little. Her thin khaki uniform trousers were plastered against her body all the way down past the knees, and she sighed. Scratching her thigh she idly wondered again how people could spend their lives in De Kalb County when they had the slightest choice.



The poor people she could understand, but there were plenty of rich people in the county, even if rich, to Terri, meant people who could afford to live somewhere else. It confounded her that they didn’t. Her family wasn’t rich, but they were considered ‘genteel white folks’ because they’d once had money. Of course that had been before the War Between the States so that money was long gone. Still her ancestors had settled here in the early 1800’s so she was still ‘genteel’.



She opened the B & D comic again and examined the lurid and colorful drawings no schoolboy’s eyes were meant to see. For the comic was not the kind meant for children. It was a translated Japanese comic featuring lusciously naked young women with enormous eyes who, when not beating up criminals, were being bound and sexually abused.



The page she was examining with considerable relish had the heroine in chains bound to a complicated and fantastical piece of sexual torture machinery. The machinery was violating all three of her orifices simultaneously while she writhed in both outrage and sexual abandon. Terri couldn’t help, but imagine herself on the device, and felt no little excitement stirring in her loins as she stared at suction cups affixed to the character’s enormous nipples, and the ridiculously large sexual probes driving in and out of her writhing body.



She rubbed a hand over her face, wiping off more perspiration, then ran her damp fingers down along her chest to the well exposed cleavage between the half cups of her bra. She stroked the soft, glistening flesh of her upper breasts and felt an almost instant thrum of mild excitement between her thighs. Her period had ended some two weeks before and she knew she must by ovulating. When she ovulated she became even more horny than she usually was and that was saying something.



The heat of the day argued against it, but her arousal won over. Her fingers eased beneath the black lace of her left cup, slipping in across her soft nipple and stroking gently. She let the edge of her rough thumbnail scratch softly along the sensitive pink button, then plucked it and twisted it enough to cause a sharp sting as it began to heat and stiffen.



There were very few safe outlets for sexual release for a single woman in De Kalb County. Everyone pretty much knew everyone else and gossip was their favorite pastime. It was a rural county and very conservative, in the heart of Baptist country. Terri had been as discrete as a virgin in all, but her attitude and dress, and no one could say with any degree of reliability that she was anything other than a virgin.



That didn’t stop the gossip, and her forthright attitude in addition to her revealing clothes had gotten her marked as a tramp from a very early age. The suspicious eyes of the churchgoers followed her wherever she went, suspecting her of all manner of reprehensible activities and immoral thoughts. Still as her family wasn’t considered white trash no one said anything to her face.



Of course they didn’t have a thing on her that they could prove, only rumors. Terri grinned softly and a trifle smugly at that thought. She was six feet tall, athletic, and blonde, with a trim waist, rounded hips, and a generous bust line to go with her cocky attitude. Because of that she’d been pursued by every male she’d come across for almost ten years, including a lot of those pious Bible thumping sanctimonious churchgoers, and not a one had gotten a sniff so far as anyone could tell.



No, Terri had been very circumspect. She’d been careful to leave the county on those occasions when she was feeling too wild and alive and seductive to remain in control of herself. And then there was the truck stop out on the Interstate. The truck stop was a den of iniquity or so said the Bible Thumpers, but Terri knew it was tame in comparison to what could be had in other parts of the country. In fact it was tame to what could be had on the ‘Red-Neck-Riviera’ where the gambling casinos were located in Mississippi.



Terri had made one sojourn to the wicked ‘Red-Neck-Riviera’ last year and been amazed at what could be had and done in Mississippi. She had hooked up with a Texas cowboy who had fucked her silly when they weren’t in a casino gambling. Sadly neither one had that much money and with high prices and gambling they had parted after only three days of hedonistic bliss.



Her hand was firmly inside the bra cup now, her knuckles straining the material as she kneaded her breast gently and stroking her thumb back and forth across the erect nipple. She was feeling wild and hot, sighing and spreading her legs as she ran both hands up to squeeze her breasts. She pinched her nipples until hot sharp pain stabbed into her boobs. She was going to have to find someone discrete, maybe a married man who couldn’t afford gossip any more than she could.



She tugged the cups of her bra down off her breasts, feeling a modest crackle of sexual electricity run through them as she looked lazily around. Her nipples were firmly erect and she pinched them roughly between her thumbs and forefingers as she felt the thrum in her loins grow stronger. She ran a hand down between her thighs and across the thin material of her trousers which covered her moist sex mound, squeezing lightly.



She looked around again, feeling cocky and daring, and undid the belt buckle holding her gun belt around her hips, then opened the buckle of her trouser belt and finally the trousers themselves. Pulling the zip down and raising her bottom to peel the sticky fabric down her thighs and, after a breathless moment of indecision, kicked at her boots and pulled them off entirely.



She fingered herself within the dark lace of her thong, her breathing coming faster with each passing moment. She had an exhibitionistic nature she had been fighting since puberty, and being nearly nude in-the-open-air by the side of the road was adding greatly to her internal sexual heat.



She slipped the thong down her long legs, then unclipped her bra and shrugged off her uniform shirt. She wanted to be completely nude, and a tiny wicked shock of sexual current made her shudder when she was.



One hundred feet ahead of her a car drove past, just beneath the speed limit, the driver gazing at the patrol car as he passed, but seeing only her head as she slumped lower. Terri drew her knees back and spread them wide as she slumped down. Her finger began to stroke up and down between the tight lips of her labia, as she gasped and involuntarily rolled her hips stroking the finger across her clitoris.



She propped the comic book on the steering wheel and stared at the pictures as the comic book girl was ‘tortured’, placing herself into the same position, gasping as she thrust first one, then two fingers deep within the tight, elastic folds of her sex.



She pulled back her hand, fumbling for the attachments on the gun belt as she drew out the long, thick nightstick. Sweat was beading across the surface of her body now as internal sexual heat met the searing humidity of the day, but she didn’t care. She positioned the end of the club at her sex entrance and slowly pushed it into her body.



It was thicker than any male organ she’d ever had, but her heat and wetness allowed it fairly easy entry, despite the sharp, stinging ache of her pussy lips, as they were forced in and back. Her heat was such that she became a little over zealous in pushing the nightstick inside her sex tube. She grunted in pain overlaid with lust as the end of the stick pushed her cervix higher into her lower belly.



Her mind and eyes were on the comic book. The machine chugged softly and she moaned as the straps dug into her thighs and ankles and wrists. She was bound bent over a machine, her ass high, legs spread. She groaned as the two enormous probes thrust back and forth inside her abdomen, and going deeper all the time. She was feeling the heat pouring through her body as she was indefatigably pounded. The probe in her pussy surged deeper so that the ‘sweet ache’ in her belly suddenly became even ‘sweeter’.



Her nipples glistened with excitement and heat as the two sucking devices pulled and twisted, and the nimble, rubber tipped metallic fingers kneaded and squeezed them. Ahead of her the long, thick rubber probe pushed forward into her mouth, driving deep into her throat.



Terri groaned as she pushed the nightstick inward. It hurt, at least a little, as she forced it harder against her cervix so that she ached, imagining it was the machine abusing her. She stroked her finger against her clitoris as she pulled the nightstick back, then thrust it painfully deep once again. She felt each thrust go a little deeper and she wondered how much of the nightstick she could take without rupturing her womb. She didn’t have anything for her ass, but then again she’d never really had anything up her ass before.



Her hand jerked away momentarily as she flipped the page, and her eyes lit as she saw the menacing character come up behind the bound heroine and bring down a cat-of-nine-tails on her ass.



Her insides burned with pain as the two probes continued to thrust deeper and yet deeper into her abdomen. Both were immense things, covered with studs and ticklers, pounding in and out so that her insides twisted and shook. So thick were both probes that both of her nether openings were near the ripping point. And now the thongs of the cat lashed her sex and thighs as she moaned into the probe pumping inside her mouth.



Terri’s head rolled from side to side as her breathing became more and more ragged she pumped the nightstick inside her sex. It hurt, but the pain was only an added excitement as sweat trickled down her body and her arousal deepened into a feverish desire. Her legs were spread wide, the tendons in her thighs straining, aching, as her head rolled from side to side. In her lust she thrust harder and was rewarded with a sharp burst of pain in her belly. Then something was pushed out of the way or shifted inside her as the nightstick slipped several more inches into her undulating belly. She sort of hoped she hadn’t damaged herself inside, but was to far gone with lust to really care.



And then a car horn popped her eyes open and brought her head whipping around, as she saw another patrol car coming up the road. Shock hit her system, and she froze for a long instant, then her hands clawed at her uniform top, yanking it over her shoulders and jamming her arms down the sleeves, her fingers fumbling desperately with the buttons.



The car parked on the road, and Jerome Walker got lazily out of the door, yawning and scratching his enormous beer belly. The man was a pig and a fat pig at that.



Terri shoved her feet into the trousers and yanked them up her legs as Jerome ambled over hitching at his gun belt. She gasped as she sat up a little straighter and realized she still had her nightstick deep inside her abdomen. There was no time to do anything about that as Jerome walked closer, so she simply slid the trousers up over the thing and pulled them around her hips, buttoning and doing the belt. It wasn’t a good fit, but it would have to do.



“Hey Terri!”



She wiped her arm across her dripping forehead before turning to offer a feeble, tremulous grin at Jerome, gasping a little as the nightstick twisted painfully in her guts.



“Jerome. This here is my spot,” she said, her voice a little too high and fast.



“I know it. Hell, the whole office knows it,” he said. “No luck fishing yet, huh?”



“Nothing rich has come by,” she said, wincing again as she tried to sit up straighter and the nightstick twisted deeper in her viscera. The club was two feet long and she had half of that inside her. The other half made a fairly noticeable outline down the side of her right trouser leg if Jerome got too close and looked in.



“Nah, I think it’s too hot and the tourists have all stayed home.”



“Heat don’t affect the rich ones on account of they got air conditioning,” he said wisely.



“Well, yeah.”



‘Go away, asshole!’ Her mind was shouting.



He was easing closer, looking over the edge of her door. His nose twitched like a real pig as he sniffed the air. She wondered if he could smell the juices her pussy had produced. She also wondered if he’d noticed her braless state yet. Probably he had. They all tended to stare at her chest whenever they could.



“What y’all you doing here then?”



“Bored. Thought I’d see if y’all found anything. If you had I was gonna park here and see what else was around.”



“Well, nothing, but uh, you can have it anyways,” she said.



If she didn’t leave Jerome would stick around for half an hour, and the nightstick was hurting her insides something fierce. It felt like more of it has crept up into her belly and was pushing on her stomach from the inside.



“I’m gonna try a new spot I found over on I-66,” she lied.



“Yeah? Where’s that?” he asked with interest.



“Never you mind,” she said, starting the car. “I can’t let everyone know where the best fishing spots are, now can I?”



He made a face. “If it was so good what were you doing here?”



“I’ll see you later,” she said, stepping on the gas and backing away.



She gasped as the car jounced on the rough ground and she twisted herself even harder against the club inside her belly. When her belly bumped the steering wheel the pain was incredible. Her guts was on fire now, and she imagined the thing jamming all the way through her womb and truly impaling her guts. And how would she explain that to a doctor, assuming she lived long enough to see a doctor.



She groaned as the car finally hit the pavement and quickly sped up, slumping and twisting her body to one side, gritting her teeth against the pain as she tried to ease the pressure on the thick club.



As soon as she was out of sight of Jerome she pulled over, slumping down low and yanking down her trousers. She grasped the club and slowly, gently tugged it out of her pussy, groaning in an almost sensual relief as the pain faded and she felt her pussy sleeve closing behind the withdrawing club.



She drew it out completely, closing her eyes and shaking her head as she brought it upright and stared at it. The part which had been driven inside her was marked cleanly by the darkness of the moistened wood and she stared at it in no small satisfaction. She looked for blood and when she saw none she sighed in relief. With the pain gone her arousal returned almost full force, and she tried to mentally measure how much of the thing she had succeeded in taking. She figured more than a foot had been inside her abdomen and shook her head in wonder. While she was a big girl at 6’ and her insides would be correspondingly larger/longer it was still a lot to have been inside her.



She debated going on to the new spot she had found to feed on tourists, which was not, of course, on I-66, but decided against it. The hell with the tourists, she thought. She needed to find someplace more private, some place to quench the fires inside her belly. Being thwarted by that fat pig Jerome had frustrated her and now her lust was higher than she had ever known it to be before.



She pulled up her trousers and leaned forward, starting the car, then slowly pulled out onto the road and headed up the highway. A mile along she turned down an old dirt road that led to the abandoned Yazoo mine. She expected it to be empty and was both surprised and irritated to see a figure walking some distance ahead.



She slowed, scowling. The figure was walking away from her, but towards the pond she’d wanted to turn off at. As she drew closer she recognized the figure. It was Emery Adkins.



Emery, she remembered, had a tiny farm out this way. She hadn’t known it was on this road, though.



Troublemaker, the Sheriff had called him. Big mean, hot tempered, and violent. He’d killed a man once in a bar fight with his bare hands, and served 4 years on a state work farm.



Her car rolled up behind him and she slowed to a walking pace that matched his. Emery wore no shirt just bib-overalls. He had no boots either, and his overalls were ragged. Tight, ragged, and dirty.



He was a mountain of a man, a former logger with enormous shoulders, and a shaved head. He was about twice her 22 years, and aside from his time in prison he’d spent all his life in De Kalb County, working his little farm out on the edge of the woods, alone. He had no wife, no other kin, and as far as she knew, no friends.



He didn’t look around as she drove along behind him, not even once. The sun beat down on him as he walked. His nearly naked upper body glistening with sweat.



Terri licked her lips as she followed, then stopped, appalled, and shocked at her reaction to him. She was about as liberal and daring as De Kalb County got, but she was still a girl born and bred in rural Mississippi.



And Emery was white trash, white trash as they came. De Kalb white trash and genteel whites lived in an uneasy peace, caused mainly by their mutual dislike of each other. Aside from those white trash who worked in businesses or on farms or in houses, there was no mixing. That was the way it’d always been in De Kalb, and as far as anyone could tell that was the way it would always be. Every little village and town had its white trash area and the white genteel area.



She’d only seen Emery once before, when the Sheriff her uncle had pointed him out to her as a troublemaker. He was a sullen, dour faced man with suspicious eyes and a fiery temper. He didn’t think much of genteel whites and kept pretty much to himself. Any woman who even considered involving herself with him was insane. There were whispers about him even among the old biddies at the Antioch Baptist Church about how big he was ‘down there’, but they couldn’t be true. Of course no woman genteel or otherwise would admit to having fornicated with him. Still there was gossip that some of psalm singing women at the Antioch Baptist Church had tried on old Emery for size. One rumor said that a woman had to visit a doctor after fornicating with him.



Yet Terri had felt an instant heat at the sight of his big glistening body, captured by the raw animal maleness of him as he shambled along in front of her. She pulled her uniform blouse up and quickly buttoned it, then roughly shoved the hair back from her face and wiped her moist face. Emery just kept on walking.



Terri watched, heart pounding, then stepped on the gas again and started the car forward. Once again she rolled up behind him and maintained the same steady pace as he did, fighting to control her breathing as the Dodge rolled slowly along.



Finally he turned to look, giving her a sullen glare. Then he turned his head forward once more and ignored her. She waited for him to look back again, nervously, angrily, or at least curiously, but he never did.



Terri was sweating even more heavily now, her mind filled with turmoil. Doing it with a white trash man at all was shocking to a De Kalb County girl, but with Emery?



Had Emery even had a woman since he’d gotten out of prison? What woman would dare be alone with him or were the whispers true? Or did he even want women? However there were those whispers to consider. What would he do with a woman? Rape her, beat her, and kill her or all three?



And yet as he shambled along, that muscled ass swaying, those muscular shoulders glistening in the sunlight, she thought about being beneath him and her legs turned to jelly, her insides fluttering, and her chest tightened so she could scarcely breathe. She knew he would be rough and mean in the act of sex and maybe more than that.



Rough sex? She’d had rough sex many times. She liked her sex rough and wild and passionate. But what would sex be like with a man like Emery? He was the nadir of white trash and she was a cop. What would he do with her? Still in all the men that had ever had her it hadn’t been rough enough. It was like the men all pulled their punches and never went beyond a certain point. The point where they would break her into nothing more than a vessel for their seed.



Her foot pressed a little harder on the gas pedal, and she turned the wheel over, curving the Dodge in alongside him as he walked. She stopped just ahead of him, and put her head out the window.



“Hey there what the hell you doing walking in the road? I know you’re white trash, but are you stupid as well.” She was baiting him and playing a dangerous game. Terri was usually never afraid of any man, but Emery wasn’t just any man.



He didn’t speak, didn’t even turn to look at her. But he did stop.



“You fucking deaf as well as stupid?” She was in this far so she pushed all her chips in.



Emery looked down the road, jaw set his head cocked to one side like he was listening to someone only he could hear.



“Got a good mind to run your white trash ass in!” she snapped, her voice quavering slightly.



At that Emery slowly turned to face her. He was right next to the door and she found herself facing his crotch. His ragged overalls were tight across his groin and she saw the thickness of what lay within with an almost dreamy state of awe. Surely he couldn’t be that big. He must have something else in there.



She suddenly found herself breathless, her heart pounding, her mind whirling at the ridiculousness of the emotions rolling through her body. Emery was not any kind of a man to be lusting after, any kind of man to even be alone with, not for any kind of woman. He was dangerous even for big-armed men to be around.

[blackdog]

TERRI CHAPTER 2



When he had killed that man with his bare hands it had been ruled self-defense in court. He had served the four years for beating the dog shit out of the six cops who had first tried to arrest him. It had taken an even dozen cops to subdue him and even then it had been a near run thing.



It seemed like an eternity before she was able to raise her eyes from his bulging groin to the dark angry eyes in the midst of that sullen face. And even as she did he reached down with a massive hand and caught at the back of her head. She didn’t have time to struggle or even react before his other hand yanked open the car door. She was whirled around like a small doll and thrown belly down on the car seat.



Shock rolled over her, shock, tinged with almost desperate arousal, and a fear that had her insides turning liquid. Her gun belt was ripped off, then her boots and finally her uniform trousers. She hadn’t put her thong back on so she was naked from the waist down.



Dazed she looked back over her shoulder and nearly fainted with shock. He had his erection out, and despite the fear she stared with awe. It was enormous, thick as her wrist, long, and purple veined. A set of balls that would have done a stud bull proud swayed below his enormous manhood.



‘Oh my God! The whispers hadn’t done justice!’ She thought.



She stared wide-eyed and slack jawed, as he pulled her ass backward and thrust his hips against her. Massive hands spread her muscled asscheeks and boosted her up a little. Now he had full access to her cunt slit. In an instant his manhood rammed forward into that slit. Terri felt her slit forced wider and wider, painfully wide, as his steel-hard cock drove forward and began filling her vaginal cavity.



Terri was a tough girl. She’d put big men down with a single punch, and everyone in the county knew to stay well out of the long range of her boots if they were going to say anything impolite in her company. Terri was not a girl to be bullied or mocked or forced into doing anything she didn’t have a mind to do. And yet as that massive organ slowly forced her nether lips achingly wider and crushed her clit against his cock all she could do was moan and submit.



It filled her cunt from top to bottom and side to side, and she could feel the thick veins sliding across tender insides. He had her hipbones in his hands as he drew her backward. He was impaling her on his prick although it felt like a fencepost was being rammed in her belly.



She twisted frantically to ease the pressure on her sex tube. She had of course recently had her nightstick in there, but Emery was bigger around than the stick was. Moaning helplessly as his prick jogged deeper she feared she had bitten off more than her cunt could chew. She felt like a rag doll in the hands of a giant, and strangely, a roaring heat gripped her at that helplessness. He was much deeper now and she twisted her ass hoping to ease his entry. His scowl changed to a growing smile as he thrust so deep into her that she gagged.



He drew back slowly, and then pushed forward once again, fucking her with a slow, deliberate, almost casual pace as she gurgled and moaned around the thick meat in her belly. She struggled, but she didn’t even try to fight, didn’t even think to do so. All she could think was how enormous his cock was, how thick, long, gorgeous and wickedly thick it was.



His massive balls slapped the upper part of her well-stretched slit and she thought of the massive load of cum he would spurt into her when he came. He shoved forward harder and she felt something open up inside her so he went even deeper. Dizzy with lust and pain she realized he was in her without a condom. In the close-knit shit hole she lived in a single woman on the pill would have been juicy gossip. When she did take a man, she made sure he wore a sturdy condom.



Panic assailed her! She couldn’t let this white trash nitwit cum inside her! Lord God of Hosts she could get pregnant. She knew she was ovulating, that’s why she’d been so horny all day. Then her body seemed to go limp knowing he was going to breed her like a stud bull with heifer. She could hardly move, as he was so deep inside her.



Her guts ached as that monster cock of his pushed in and out, in and out, in and out. One gigantic paw delved under her loose shirt and found her braless titties. Sausage sized fingers closed on first one of her nipples and then the other. Suddenly both massive paws were under her shirt and he was milking as though she were a Jersey cow.



Emery picked up the pace of his pumping hips so that his raping cock was slamming in and out of her at a faster and faster speed. Terri forgot about his bare cock tip being so close to her unprotected womb as she submerged herself in a fantasy that she had only seen until then in comic books.



Terri could be quite vocal when she was extremely aroused and she was now aroused as never before in her life. “UNNGH FUCK ME YOU WHITE TRASH SON-OF-A-BITCH! AHHHHH DEEPER AND HARDER YOU BASTARD! RAPE ME DEEPER AND HARDER!”



Emery obliged her profane requests until his naked muscled ass was a hairy blur of motion. His ham sized hands were used to torment her tits until she thought he was going to pull them off. Terri was reaching a sexual plateau that she had previously thought only happened in comic books and porn stories.



Emery was a silent rapist so that the only sound on the hot dusty road was the sound of Terri’s grunting voice urging her rapist to even rougher rape and counter-pointed by the smacking sounds his belly was making on her ass. Then suddenly the climax Terri had been denied with the nightstick was upon her.



“AHHHHH JESUS YEESSS! OHHH SHIT I’M CUMMING YOU BASTARD YOU’RE FUCKING A HOLE IN MEEEE AND MAKING ME CUM! Terri’s vision grew dim and blurry as her insides turned over so that her orgasm seemed to go on and on.



Terri’s stretched cunt sheath spasmed so that it pulled strongly on its belly-impaling invader. Emery’s teeth bared in a feral grin as his massive balls finally released their potent load. The powerful spurts of seed impacted Terri’s cervix just as her orgasm was beginning to subside. Terri felt each powerful spurt high in her undulating belly and another orgasm twisted her girl guts.



Terri mewed in a faint whisper as her stud inseminated her. “Unngh Ohhh cumming in meeee. I can feel you cumming inside meeee.



Emery wrung every last spurt of his seed that was in his ready locker into the depths of female cops belly. It had been a very long time since he’d had a piece of ass and none had been a cop nor as tight as Terri. Then suddenly his balls were empty and he withdrew his deflating cock, released Terri’s tits, and pulling up his overalls turned and walked away.



When Terri cleared her mind and vision enough to sit up he was well out in front of her, shambling along in the same deliberate pace he had been when she’d first seen him. It was as though nothing had happened as he plodded along at the same measured pace as he’s been at when Terri had first seen him.



She gaped at him as her well raped and stretched cunt gushed sticky whitish semen. She fingered and touched her gaping sex slit in wonder. It was the best fuck/rape she’d ever had and her partner had been the lowest of white trash. Then as her fingers came up from her now sore pussy she looked at the whitish semen with panic. Emery had shot his load right into her womb and a massive amount of it to boot. She was ovulating so the chances of her getting in the family way were greatly amplified.



She stared at him until he disappeared in the distance, too shaken and frightened to go after him. She was indignant, as well, angry, sore, and embarrassed. What if she did get pregnant? Abortion or the morning after pill were out of the question in the shit bag county she lived in. Even if she was lucky and noting stuck in her belly, what if Emery talked? No that would never happen, Emery never talked to anyone, so she was safe there.



And yet she still had a deep and burning lust in her gut. Her breasts were still swollen with heat and need, her nipples exquisitely sensitive. Her heretofore-unknown exquisite orgasms seemed to have done something inside her. She wanted more of what she had just experienced. She debated going after Emery and taunting him into raping her again. No that might be really dangerous now, as Emery might just snap her like a twig and toss her body in the Yazoo River.



She shook her head dazedly. She was crazy. She turned and spat into the dirt outside the patrol car then. She reached down and felt the streams of semen still gushing from her belly. She searched around for tissues, yanking them up and wiping at her pussy. Then, hands shaking she pulled up her trousers, turned the wheel and drove unsteadily back to the highway. She stopped there, her forehead on the steering wheel, eyes closed as she tried to regain control.



She steadied herself after a minute, and drove back onto the highway, then turned and headed for the river. Ten miles along she found another dirt road, a fire road, this time, one she knew well then drove through some brush and into a small clearing where the river curved.



She stripped off her top, then kicked off her boots and unbuckled her gun belt, dropping it inside the car. She peeled her uniform trousers down and stepped out of them, then started for the river. Naked she paused and looked around, but saw no one.



Naked, she moved towards the river and knelt beside it. She watched it roll slowly past, and then slipped a hand between her legs and let two fingers drive smoothly up into her still sperm laden pussy. She moaned to herself, imagining Emery taking her, imagining his use of her, rutting inside her. Two fingers became three, then four, and she began to stroke her clitoris with rough, fast movements. She had intended to just wash her pussy out as best she could, but the touch of her own fingers had stirred up her libido again.



She grunted softly, frantically, panting for breath as she began to buck her hips forward against her fingers. She squeezed one of her breasts, roughly and repeatedly, the heat overwhelming, sweat dripping off her forehead as the sexual need grew and swelled and surrounded her in a hot, steaming haze of desperate desire.



She felt the orgasm roar up around her and then swamp her senses, crying out in helpless pleasure, jamming her fingers into her pussy with painful, desperate need, thrusting them up to the knuckles in her burning, spasming pussy as the orgasm rolled over her and ground her beneath its weight. She collapsed, falling forward, grunting heavily as her breasts hit the ground and turning her head aside to keep from breaking her nose. She lay panting and moaning in the dirt, fingers still buried in her pussy as the soft afterglow melted her muscles and left her again lethargic and drained.



She eased her fingers out and then slowly unfurled her body, groaning as she rolled onto her back and lay in the dirt and grass, her chest heaving. Her lust deafened ears failed to hear the slowly approaching throaty sounds of Harley Davidson motorcycles. Lost in another sexual fantasy the first indication she had that she wasn’t along was a deep male voice booming out. “WELL JESUS FUCKING CHRIST A NAKED FEMALE PIG! GUESS THIS IS A LUCKY DAY FOR THE DEMON RIDERS!”



Terri’s head jerked her head up in alarm at the sound of bikers booming voice. Being caught naked and unarmed by the local chapter of the Demon Riders wasn’t just a bad idea. The Demon Riders and Terri had a history and the history was one of deceit and lies.



Terri crouched behind a bush with her hands clapped over her tits and pussy. She yelled out, “You old boys just get away from here! AIN’T NOTHING HERE FOR Y’ALL TO SEE OR DO!”



Jake Trimmer AKA (Trim) the leader of the local chapter of the Demon Riders chortled when he said, “Y’all here that boys Terri the deputy sheriff say’s ain’t nothing for us to see or do here. Well boys what do you think bout that?”



Rough male voices rumbled in reply. “Well hell I see a naked slut cop!” “I’d like to try a slice of cop ass, cause I ain’t never had any!” “Yeah ain’t none of us ever had any cop ass afore!”



Trim leered at Terri’s crouching figure as he spoke again. “Ya here that Deputy Spears my boys see a naked slut cop and they’d like a slice of ya sweet ass! Now are ya gonna come out from behind that bush and take your fucking like a woman or do we gotta come get you?”



Terri’s min desperately sought a wait out of self-imposed predicament. Her weapons were all in the patrol car and while she might have taken one of the Demon Riders in hand to hand combat there was no way she could take six. The Yazoo River at her back was an option for escape, but she’d have to get beyond the shallows. Recent rains had swollen the river and its current was very swift at this point. She could swim, but was in no way a world-class swimmer. No jumping in the Yazoo might mean her death. That left bare assed running through the thick undergrowth along the river.



Terri’s mind also ran over her history with the Demon Riders. Several months before she had stopped the very same six bikers that now had her trapped for ‘riding in a reckless manner’. It was a bogus charge, but Terri had needed a bust. Then she had found the cannabis in the gangs saddlebags. The search had been illegal, but Terri busted them all for ‘reckless op’ and ‘drug possession’.



The Demon Riders lawyer got the drug possession charge tossed because of the illegal search, but the ‘reckless op’ charge stuck. Each one of the Demon Riders had to pay a fine of $500 plus court costs for a total of $650 for each biker. That mean $3900 for the county and Terri’s share had been $400, plus all the cannabis she had confiscated. The drugs were shared with the rest of the deputies to be sold or consumed as each one saw fit. Terri had consumed her share of the drugs, because the bikers were known to have the best pot in the county.



Terri’s reverie was interrupted by Trim’s bull voice again. “WELL DEPUTY SLUT Y’ALL COMING OUT OR ARE WE GONNA HAVE TO COME GET YOU?”



While Terri liked rough sex and had just engaged in some of it the Demon Riders were something else again. She was alone and no one knew she was here. They bikers could just rape/torture her and then weigh her body down and toss her in the Yazoo. She would just disappear and while she would be looked for no one would ever be able to prove the Demon Riders had anything to do with her disappearance/death.



Making up her mind Terri bolted from the scant cover of the bush like a pale deer in full flight. Long legs flashing, big titties, bouncing, and round ass swiveling she bolted for the deepest part of the undergrowth. She thought she was going to make it, she was sure she was going to make it. Then a figure covered in various tats loomed up before her. It was Mongol (Terri only knew the real name of Trim, but she did know all the others ‘club names’) the Sgt. @ Arms for the Demon Riders.



Mongol was some 6’ 7” in height and looked skinny, but he was whipcord tough and fast. Terri opted for a swift kick at his crotch, but he turned his leg so her flying foot only caught his thigh. He grunted in pain, but never wavered from his stance. His bony right fist caught Terri right over her navel and caved in the muscles of her abdomen. Her mouth opened in unvoiced pain as she collapsed at Mongols feet clasping her abdomen, as she gasped for air and writhed in pain.



Trim approached and began to give orders. “Get the bitch over in that clear spot. Get those stakes and rope we found in the cops cars trunk and get her pegged out on the ground. Tie the sluts arms only I want the bitch to warp them long legs around my ass when I plug her!”



Struggling weekly Terri was hauled over to a clear place beside her patrol car. The outlaw bikers had been in her patrol cars trunk that held an assortment of do-dads that were helpful for a deputy sheriff in a rural county. The bikers had found some rope, a hammer, some chain, some metal stakes, a shotgun, and other bits and pieces.



The bikers had driven two metal spikes deep into the ground some distance apart and tied lengths of rope to both stakes. Terri was thrown down near the stakes and her wrists swiftly bound with the ropes tied to the stakes.



Terri looked up at six pairs of hot gloating eyes. She was terrified now this was nothing like it had been with Emery. Even though Emery had quasi-raped her she had never really been afraid he would kill her. The Demon Riders if rumor spoke the truth had committed murder and gotten away with it.



Trim growled, “Well here she be boys all trussed up like the pig she is and ready for butchering. Always did want to see what was a wiggling around in that tight ass uniform. Heard tell she goes up to the truck stop to get her ashes hauled. Guess she won’t have to do that today.”



Terri had gotten her breath back and some little courage. “OK guys you’ve had your fun. Ya got even with me for that bad bust and stealing your drugs. Just let me go now and we’ll call it square. You can’t rape a cop, you know that will get you sent to prison for life.”



Trim had pulled of his boots and was in the process of getting bare ass naked. “Prison for life ya say? Well now if nobody ever sees or hears from you again you’ll just be another slut who disappeared. Course now if you use that tall sweet body of yours and fuck us real good like we might let you live.”



“Please Trim I can get the money back for you and the drugs. It will take me some time, but I can get it.” She hated begging, but she was sure her life was on the line and she didn’t want to be raped by these thugs much less lose her life at their hands.



Trim was naked now and with his erect manhood bobbing below his beefy belly he advanced on Terri. Rape gleamed in his eye as he got near her unfettered legs.



Terri began to kick her feet and scream swear words. “GET AWAY FROM ME YOU WHITE TRASH BIKER SCUM! I SWEAR I’LL HAVE ALL YOUR BALLS CUT OFF IF YOU TOUCH MEEEE! COCK SUCKING BASTARDS BETTER NOT TOUCH MEEEE!”



Trim stopped and rasped to Mongol. “You boys know what to do!”



Mongol and the other four bikers pounced on the naked deputy sheriff with two of them holding each of her legs. Mongol knelt beside Terri and bunching his bony right hand into a fist he slammed it into Terri’s already sore belly. Then quickly Mongol’s fist delivered two more trip-hammer blows.



Terri couldn’t scream as pain wracked the internal organs inside her abdomen and breath left her body. The beating stopped as her vision grayed and she heard Trim’s voice as if from very far away.

“It’s your choice cop cunt. Either you spread your legs or Mongol he’ll keep a belting you in the belly. Ya ever hear of that young gal over Alabama way got her guts all fucked up? Bitch didn’t die cause she got to a hospital soon enough. Course the doc’s had to open her up from bellybutton to cunt so they could put her back together. Hear tell they had to take out her female innards, her spleen, and some of her guts. She’s still alive, but she ain’t liking how she’s a living. Now you either spread wide and fuck us back or what happened to that slut in Alabama is gonna happen to you in spades!”



Terri had heard of the woman in Alabama. It has been all the gossip in the department several months before. The Alabama cops liked the Demon Riders for it, but the woman refused to say who had assaulted her. Her insides were afire with a deep aching pain and she could feel that the blows to her abdomen had caused more of Emery’s semen to begin leaking out from between her labia. She was sore, dirty, and terrified. She had no choice as she spread her legs and raised her knees.



Trim chuckled, “Knew you were a slut! Shit I can see cum a seeping out of ya cunt! Who ya been a fucking slut? Tell me now or Mongol is gonna start work on ya belly again!”



“Emery, it was Emery Adkins, he raped me.” Terri half lied. She was resigned to her fate now and only wanted to escape with her life.



The bikers all laughed and several gave Rebel Yells. Trim sniggered, “So old Emery cut his-self a slice of cop tail! Dog’s I’d paid good money to seen that! Well shit if you’re all full of old Emery’s juice inside, so a couple quarts more ain’t gonna make no never mind!”



Terri felt his hands slide under and cup her bare ass. His prick was poised at the gates of her sex. He wasn’t as big a Emery, but he wasn’t a needle dick either. Still feeling the affects of her belly beating she could only lay there and watch as Trim jogged his prick into her belly.



Terri grunted as her current rapist finally slammed home in her belly with his prick snug against her womb. Trim growled, “Now you wrap them long legs around my ass and fuck me back! You don’t we’ll slice yer belly open toss some iron in yer belly and throw you in the Yazoo!”



Terri believed every word the outlaw biker said and followed his orders. Her long sleek legs wrapped over the bikers hairy ass as she pumped her pelvis upward. She caught her breath as Trim’s prick shifted inside her sex tube and seemed to go deeper.



Trim hissed with pleasure as he enjoyed raping a hated cop who had ripped him and his club off of money and drugs. “Yeah that’s it cop cunt! Move that big ass! Ooohhhh yeah just like a high-end whore!”



Terri was mortified at Trim’s words and the leering faces of his fellow bikers who were waiting their turn. Then the fat cock racing in and out of her pussy ignited a spark in her clit that soon caused her cock-filled belly to start to undulate like a belly dancers. Terri groaned, “Ahh shit no not now! AAAAAHHHHH damn you NNNNNoooooo!”



Terri’s libido was betraying her as forced rape turned into fast paced dirty fucking. Trim panted as he picked up that pace. “Yeah I always knew you were a hot piece of ass! Come on cop cunt cum on my cock when I bust my nuts in yer belly!”



Then for long seconds there was only the sound of male and female grunts as well as the sound of hot sweaty bodies rutting in the Mississippi heat. Terri’s long legs pulled her rapist lover deeper into her pussy as her climax burst in her. “AAAAAHHHHH cumming, shit I’m cumming!”



Trim roared out his climax at the same moment, as Terri’s gripped her. “AHHHHH DAMN AHH SHIT! TAKE IT BITCH TAKE MY CUM IN YOUR COP GUTS!”



Trim’s cock spurted into Terri’s contracting sex sheath and bathed her womb with another load of potent seed. Dimly a thought crossed Terri’s mind, ‘If I get out of this alive I’m gonna be making a baby sure as hell.’



Trim dismounted from Terri’s body and snorted, “OK next! She’s a good fuck, for a cop!”



Another biker looked at Terri’s semen leaking pussy with distaste and opined. “Shit she’s so full of cum I ain’t gonna get no friction! I think I’ll just ass fuck her!”



Terri’s eyes widened as she stammered, “N-n-no not in my ass Christ I’ve never had anything go up there!”



Trim chortled, “Hell yeah boy that’s a good idea all that cum leaking out her cunt on her asshole should make it a greased slide!”



The biker suiting actions to his words knelt and pushed Terri’s legs backwards until her knees where flattening her tits. He now had full access to the deputy’s asshole. His prick tip settled naturally into the divot of Terri’s asshole as his asscheeks clenched hard.



Terri’s asshole resisted for a moment and then gave up the unequal fight. The bikers cock tip penetrated her anal entrance and began to forge upward into her gut.



Terri screeched, “AHHHHH NOOOOO OHHH SHIT ITS GOING INSIDE MEEEE! STOPPPPP EEEEEEE YOU’RE RIPPING ME OPEN!”



The biker was grunting with the effort of raping the deputy’s asshole, but he didn’t mind that effort at all. “Bitch is really tight in the ass! Man I’ve always wanted to fuck a cop in the ass!”



Terri stopped screeching, as she knew it was pointless and indeed it made it better for her rapists. Sharp cramps assailed her insides as the biker worked his cock balls deep in her backdoor. She felt even wetter than she had before in her crotch area and knew the biker had torn her anal sphincter.

[blackdog]

TERRI CHAPTER 3



She wondered if her anus was ruined forever.



The biker imbedded in her ass guts began to rape her then in earnest. He leaned forward so his lean belly smacked into her open semen leaking cunt. Each brutal in thrust smacked his belly into her clit. Unbidden lust again rode in Terri’s belly. Soon the biker was able to really work up to speed as her relaxed anus aided by cum and blood made his work easier.



Terri to her chagrin heard herself say. “Fuck me you bastard! Fuck my ass! Ohhh damn you biker bastards.”



Trim shouted, “DO HER BOY, DO HER! FUCKING COP SLUT LIKES IT UP THE ASS!”



Terri heard Trim shouts and knew what he was saying was true. She had never had it up the ass before, because she was sure it would hurt and it did hurt. However now it didn’t hurt and she knew she was going to orgasm again.



Terri did orgasm as he biker in her ass flooded her gut with his semen. By then she was so worn out from sex and the heat she just lay on the ground waiting for the next humiliation to be visited upon her. That humiliation wasn’t long in coming as her arms were untied from the stakes and Trim lay down on his back with his again erect prick standing up from his crotch. Trim growled, “Get aboard cop cunt, you know what to do!”



Terri knew there was no point in protesting so she just squatted over Trim’s prick and eased it into her semen sodden cunt. Trim pulled her down so his lips could feast on her tender nipples while his legs and hands wrapped around her legs and asscheeks.



Terri felt another set of hands on her ass and then a hardness begin to enter her recently opened up asshole. Terri screamed, “NOOOOO JESUS NOOO NOT TWO IN ME AT ONCE! JESUS NO YOU’LL RIP SOMETHING INSIDE MEEEE!”



Mongols voice came from behind her as he began to forced his large manhood into her already sore anal entrance. Terri’s eyes bugged out as the thick prick slid up into her guts. Her anus was still open from her first anal rape, but with Trim in her cunt she extremely tight in her ass guts.



Terri was sobbing like a small girl by then. “Please of God please you’ll kill me! Ahh I can’t take this!”



Mongol rumbled back, “Ya ain’t got no choice cop pig! You gonna take me up the ass and any body else who wants some of yer ass!”



When Mongol was balls deep in her backdoor Terri marveled that she was still alive. Her abdomen felt full to bursting and only a thin piece of elastic tissue separated the two cocks in her belly.



Trim was licking and biting her tits as he and Mongol started to move inside her. Something inside her broke then as her brutal rape picked up speed. The two pricks in her belly moved in and out of her as one. It was as though Trim and Mongol had done this many time before and had the act down pat. Vaguely she knew that was most likely a fact.



The broken part of her realized then that she wasn’t going to survive her ordeal. The bikers would never take that chance. They would rape her and then kill her. Her body would go in the Yazoo and after a while she would just be another woman who was never heard from again. The broken part of her said, ‘Girl you’re gonna die, so you might as well enjoy what ya got left.’



Terri let the two bikers have their way with her without further protest. Her body went into automatic overdrive as both her cunt and asshole were raped with a vengeance. She came again and still again before the two bikers groaned and pumped her abdomen full of semen.



The following hours after Terri’s first double rape were a blur of pain and pleasure. She was raped in her cunt, asshole, and mouth over and over again. Several time she was raped in all three of her bodily opening at once. By the time all six of the outlaw bikers were sated she was nearly comatose from the prolonged gang rape.



Terri blinked when she felt her arms being tied to the stakes again. She noted that day was rapidly turning into night as Trim now dressed again stood over her. He was smiling a gap-toothed smile as he held up a huge ‘Arkansas Toothpick’. The dimming light sparkled on the blade of the huge fighting dagger.



Trim knelt beside her bruised, battered, and semen dripping body. “Hell of a party huh? Well all parties got to end sometime deputy and this one’s over. Time to die deputy slut. I’m gonna enjoy gutting you and filling your belly with several pounds of that chain we found. Then its in the Yazoo for you!”



Terri’s broken mind knew it was coming, had know it all along, but the reality shattered her anyway. “No please don’t kill me! I won’t tell about this, I can’t tell about this! You don’t have to kill me!”



Trim and Mongol both chuckled. Mongol said, “Y’all ever hear a story bout a cunt narco cop going missing in the Gulf of Mexico? Well we was there, ya see. Seems the DEA narco had got tight with some Mex drug dealers. We met the Mex boat in off the coast of Texas and made the narco cop right away. Mex boys went ape shit and wanted to dump the dope and get the fuck out of Dodge. Trim and me convinced them to just waste the cunt narco and toss her to the sharks.”



As Mongol paused in his narrative Trim took up the tale. “Weren’t as much fun as you. The chicken-shit Mex dudes were still all worked up about the DEA. So we just gutted the bitch tossed some chain in her belly, sewed her up with some fishing line, and in the drink she went. That were about two years ago and the Fed’s are still looking for their narco cunt. So you see we’re gonna do the same thing to you cause we can’t take a chance and because you really pissed us off.”



Terri’s eyes rolled in terror as Trim massaged her belly just below her navel and poised the tip of the fighting dagger to slit her belly open. This was it she was going to die and her body would be food for the catfish in the Yazoo.



It was nearly full dark now with only a gibbons moon lighting the grisly tableau. The behind Mongol it suddenly got much darker as a giant figure loomed behind him. Giant hands swung what Terri realized was a link of chain. Mongol’s head exploded in a crimson spray as he soundlessly fell forward into Trim who nearly gutted Terri as his lieutenants body crumpled into his.



Then it was all confusion with male yells of rage punctuated with yells of fear and one gunshot that could have only come from a shotgun. There was also a whirring sound mixed with the sound of clinking of heavy chain and then silence.



The hot coppery smell of blood overlaid with the smell of released bowels and bladders filled Terri’s nostrils. She wasn’t sure what had happened, but she knew there were dead men all around her. She knew all the bikers had to be dead as there way no sound of Harley motors or even of groans from any just injured.



Then there was the sound of a sputtering Coleman Lantern coming to life as it harsh white light lit the grotesque tableau. Terri’s eyes saw Demon Riders littering the landscape near her, most wit their heads split open. One Demon Rider clutched her 12GA riot gun in his dead hands. He’d gotten off one shot, but it hadn’t done any good.



Terri was still unsure what had occurred or how it had occurred until Emery Adkins shambled into the light of the Coleman. He looked unscathed and was clutching Mongol’s Arkansas Toothpick in one meaty hand. He use the fighting knife to sever the bonds holding Terri’s arms to the stakes.



Terri groaned as she sat up and began to thank her savior. “Jesus Emery! Thank you! Are they all dead and why did you do it and are you OK?”



Emery paused for long seconds as though he seldom spoke and wanted to get his thoughts in order before he spoke. Then in a surprisingly mild and sophisticated tone with no hint of a backwoods ‘shit-kicker accent’ he said, “It’s not right to kill women for no other reason than you want to do it. I did it because of that and because I like you. I never did like the Demon Riders either. Yes they’re all dead and I’m OK.”



Terri was stunned by the mans words and the manner he spoke them in. She said, “This didn’t happen, it can’t have happened! Do you understand what I mean?”



Emery’s face twitched in a rare smile when he said, “Yeah I understand you. You get cleaned up and I’ll clean up the scene.”



Terri didn’t question what Emery mean by ‘clean up the scene’. She limed to her patrol car found some rags and limped down to Yazoo to clean up her body as best she could. She heard sounds behind her that indicated Emery was moving motorcycles and bodies. She never turned around to see what he was doing, but she had an idea.



Not far from the scene of her gang rape there was an outcrop of rock that jutted out into the Yazoo. The water was deep there with a deadly undercurrent. No one ever swam there or fished there. She was sure that was where the Demon Riders and their motorcycles were finding their final resting place.



Epilogue: The day after her gang rape Terri called in sick and the following day she went into the sheriffs office and turned in her resignation, citing personal reasons.



Two and a half months after her ordeal found Terri on the doorstep of Emery Atkins ramshackle farmhouse. Emery met her at the door with a questioning look on his face. Terri said, “I’m all healed up Emery and all my parts are in working order. I never did really thank you for what you did. I’ll do that today in the way a woman should do it. That is if you’re of a mind to do that?”



Emery slowly nodded his head in the affirmative. Terri entered Emery’s house and closed the door behind her and her old life.



If a spy from the Antioch Baptist had been in Emery’s bedroom that day their prissy sensibilities would have been outraged. The spy would have seen a tall good looking woman genteel having raunchy sex of the first order with a ‘white trash shit-kicker’.



The spy would have seen Terri fucking Emery cowgirl style, reverse cowgirl, dog fashion, and the old reliable missionary fashion. Then when Emery’s manhood had finally showed signs of flagging Terri’s mouth brought him back to life. The spy might also have noted there wasn’t a condom in sight. The final outrage for the spy would have been when Terri urged Emery to fuck her in the ass and he did so.



Terri Left De Kalb county and went to the ‘Redneck Riviera’. Rumor in De Kalb County said she took the ‘oldest profession in the world’ and was very good at it. So good in fact that she soon had her own ‘house’ staffed with other working girls. Rumor also said Terri had a baby boy nine months after her visit to Emery’s farmhouse.



One thing wasn’t rumor as a few people say Terri back in De Kalb County from time to time. Several ‘good old boys’ saw her alighting from a red Caddy parked in front of Emery’s farmhouse. No one of course not one of then had the courage to sneak up and spy through the bedroom window of Emery’s farmhouse.



End