"You say, yes, Ma'am, or no, Ma'am. Understand something."

Both the guards twisted their batons around inside the young woman's guts, turning her yelps and cries to screams of agony. Dolores began pumping her baton up and down in Amy's rectum, delighting in the thumping of the tip against whatever was at the end of her anal tube.

Amy shrieked and sobbed, her head thrashing, her body shaking and twisting as the two big batons jammed up into her belly repeatedly. She was on her toes and still the two women forced the batons higher, punching the hard wooden batons into her with cruel force, pounding them deep into her body, impaling her.

"What a buttery little asshole we got here," Dolores grinned, watching the hard baton sliding furiously in and out of the teenager's rounded asshole.

"This cunt is too tight. Got to work it open," the fat woman said.

"Hell, girl," the black woman sniggered. "It'll be worked open soon enough. This little whore is gonna have half the town between her legs in the next few weeks."

Amy didn't even hear them for her own misery and pain and horror. She continued to struggle helplessly as her asshole and pussy were cruelly raped by the big nightsticks, not knowing or understanding why she was being treated so cruelly.

Finally the two women pulled the nightsticks free and Amy was flung backwards into the shower stall. She fell on her ass and crumbled there, curling up in a ball and sobbing as she clutched her aching pussy and asshole.

"Now you're all clean, honey," Dolores grinned. Meghan was handcuffed as she was led down the narrow hallway. She was still completely naked as the sheriff led her out the back of the building to a waiting police car. She looked around helplessly, but it was late at night and nobody else was around.

The sheriff forced her into the back of the police car, then got in the front and started it up.

"Where are you taking me!" she gulped.