"Git your clothes off," he said.

"Wha… what!" Meghan gulped, staring up at him in fear.

"You heard me, girl," he growled.

"But… but I…"

He reached out and gripped her by the throat, closing his fingers cruelly as he lifted her up on her toes.

"When I tell you to do something, you do it, understand!" He shook her for emphases, then flung her back against the wall.

She gripped her throat and moaned softly, eyes terrified as she watched the man glowering at her.

"I mean now!" he snapped.

Her fingers trembled as they went to her top and slowly jerked it up and off. She turned her back on him, trying for some last vestiges of pride and privacy, and undid her pants, shoving them and her panties down her long legs, then stepping out of them.

"And the shoes," he snapped.

She pulled her shoes off, then stood there, shaking, her back still to him, her face flushed in humiliation. She yelped as he gripped her arm and spun her around to face him.

"Put your hands behind your head," he glared.

Meghan blinked back tears and hesitantly pulled her hands up, terribly embarrassed as she exposed her naked body to the man's sneering gaze.

"Stand straight," he growled.

His eyes moved over her, not with lust like the fat deputy, but with anger and disdain.

"Turn around, slut, and bend over that table there," he said finally.

Meghan had no choice but to obey. The sheriff came up behind her and placed his big hand between her shoulder blades, shoving her down hard so her breasts were crushed against the table top. He kicked her legs apart too, spreading her wide.

She whimpered when she felt his finger at her pussy slit. It thrust up into her hard and fast, heedless of her pain and discomfort. His finger probed deep inside her, then withdrew.

"Well, now, look what I found," he said.