"Shut up, slut. You talk when I tell you to."

The sheriff drove out of the alley and then out into the street. He drove for only a minute or so before turning down another alley and parking.

He led her out of the car and up to a steel door. There he pushed a doorbell and waited.

Amy looked around again, but there was nobody else in the dark alley. She trembled in cold and fear, unable to understand what was going on.

The door opened and a small old woman appeared. She looked contemptuously at Amy, then backed up as the sheriff led her into a dank smelling hall, up a flight of wooden stairs, then down another, larger hall.

She was pushed through a curtain and found herself at the front of a courtroom. The sheriff led her up in front of the bench, where a judge in black robes sat.

She felt a flush of hot embarrassment as the man eyed her naked flesh, but with her hands cuffed behind her she could do nothing to hide herself.

"What ya got, Al!" the judge asked.

"Caught this slut with drugs," the sheriff said.

"He's lying!" Meghan cried.

"Order in the court," the judge glared, thumping his gavel down.

"But I didn't do… Ungghhhh," she gasped as the sheriff slammed his fist into her belly. She doubled over, but the sheriff held her arm, keeping her from dropping to her knees.

"Now then, how much drugs did she have!" the judge asked.

"Over ten pounds, Judge."

"Hmph, I hate drug smugglers," the judge scowled. "She got a record?"

"Yeah, Judge. She's got a record long as your arm. Convictions for prostitution, arson, assault, drug dealing, drug smuggling. You name it, she's done it."

"I… I haven't!" Meghan gasped, trying to straighten up.

"Shut her up," the judge grunted in irritation. He looked down at some papers on his desk as the sheriff turned Meghan towards him and slammed his knee right up into her cunt. It hit with such force she was actually lifted several inches off the floor before dropping back and falling to her knees.