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Ten Dollar Fine

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.

"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 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 natural-born 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.

"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! N-Oh!!" 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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