"Gonna ream you out, slut," he panted.

His prick pounded up into her rectum with savage forced, pistoning inside her guts as her body shook in turmoil and her mind wailed in denial and fear and pain.

Then he came, groaning in pleasure as he spurted thick wads of juicy sperm up into her tall, his lips drawn back in a snarl of triumph as he pumped his juice into her succulent young body.

He slowed his pumping then halted with a sigh of pleasure. He let his cock soften a little, then pulled it free of her asshole. Again he gripped her hair, pulling her off the table and onto her knees on the floor. He rubbed his cock with thick tangled chunks of her hair, then jerked her to her feet again.

She wailed in pain and misery, her hands reaching behind her, gripping his wrist in an attempt to pull his hand free. He dragged her across the room to the corner, then flung her towards the shower stall.

She staggered and fell, clutching her side and sobbing pitifully.

"Clean yourself off," he sneered.

She sat huddled on the floor for long second, shaking and weeping, but fear of him drove her to her rubbery legs. She stumbled several times but managed to pull herself into the stall. There was no curtain or door and the sheriff showed no sign of leaving. He sat back on the edge of a counter and folded his arms as he grinned in cruel amusement.

Meghan fumbled at the knobs and water gushed out of the shower faucet. There was no hot water, only icy cold. She knew she had no choice, though, and tentatively stepped into it. She gasped and shivered, a wet, bedraggled, miserable sight as she scrunched her arms in and reached for the soap.

Amy was surprised, annoyed, irritated, and worried, when she saw another police car flashing its lights behind the jeep. She'd only left Meghan and the other cop ten minutes earlier, and was no trying to find her way to Grandon, using a map.