Ten Days in Another Town
Day One
I live driving fast, especially in a sports car as it gives me a real sense
of power. The trees sped past as I wound down and around the curving country
roads, the stereo chunking out some Janet Jackson as a trail of dust
heralded my passage through the rural landscape. A chance for the
hillbillies out here to see a beautiful car, rather than the usual old
trucks and farm machinery.
After closing a special deal ( at least I thought it was special), I had
hinted to Verity that I needed a new car, a new sports car. In fact, a
Mercedes convertible sports with all the trimmings.
Verity was my boss as well as my girlfriend. She had fallen for me in a big
way and I fell for her once I found out she was the richest woman in the
state. Hey, who am I to argue with true love?
It had worked out great. I fucked her when she wanted it which, by the way,
doesn’t seem to be too often lately and when she was off wheeling and
dealing, I found a lot of ladies were willing to take a drive in a new
Mercedes.
It’s been that easy. Why? Well, I found out at an early age that I was an
handsome guy. In fact, some of my ladies have described me, in moments of
passion, as beautiful. Hey, I know I’m not tall but I have this face that
has allowed me to charm women of all ages and breast sizes.
I’ve been blessed with thick black hair, dark expressive brown eyes, olive
skin and a great smile. Unfortunately, I didn’t make it in the modeling game
as I wasn’t, so they said, tall enough. Still, I learned how to dress well,
how to move and how to look devastatingly handsome.
Anyway, after closing the deal at breakfast this morning, I had slipped into
my drawstring Nautica shorts, Nautica Polo shirt, loafers and sped away,
eager to enjoy the exhilarating drive back through country I’d never seen.
Verity had suggested that I drive to the meeting down the highway yesterday
and take some time to drive back today through the back roads to test the
car out as well as mentally unwind. She had planned a special trip for us
and we were heading off on a two week vacation. To the Carribean, I hoped. I
had certainly dropped enough hints.
Two weeks with just Verity and me so I’ll have to be on the straight and
narrow but I can handle that. I’ll just plan another trip out of town after
the vacation to pick up a little new action.
I saw the flashing lights in the rear-vision mirror before I heard the
sirens. "Fuck," I muttered. "Just what I need. Another speeding ticket."
Reluctantly, I pulled over and waited, watching the police car pull in
behind the Mercedes.
The cop got out, dressed in khakis, broad brimmed hat and mirror sunglasses,
large pistol holster on the hip. I smiled to myself as I realised the cop
was a woman. Time to be charming and handsome.
"Can I help you, officer?" I asked smiling up at her emotionless face. Boy,
she was tall. Nice face, large breasts pushing against the fabric of her
short sleeved shirt. A badge on her left breast said ‘ C.J. Davidson’. "Was
I going too fast?" I asked innocently, cranking the smile up again.
"Can I see your drivers licence, sir," she said and it wasn’t a question.
Her face, though completely devoid of emotion, was quite attractive. I
guessed she was a blonde and, as I examined her figure in her tight khaki
trousers, with a nice ass.
As I handed her my licence a car door slammed and I saw another female cop
emerge from the police car. This was my lucky day, I thought. I must be able
to charm one of these bitches. I slipped my sunglasses onto the seat beside
me so they could see my eyes.
"You are Jerry Lange?"
"Yes, Officer," I said, turning my eyes on her.
"It’s Sheriff," she said flatly.
"Oh," I smiled boyishly. "Sorry, Sheriff."
"And this is your place of residence?"
"Ah, I’ve just moved. I was meaning to change the address when I got back."
"I see," she said coldly. "And this is your car?" I nodded and watched the
other cop move next to my car. She was smaller, darker and wearing a skirt
as part of her khaki uniform. Same hat and sunglasses. Her name tag said
L. Purdy’.
"It’s the one, CJ," she said.
"Please step outside the vehicle", the sheriff said coldly and I shrugged
and climbed out. "Turn around and rest both hands on the car."
"Hey," I protested. "Wait a minute." Suddenly, both cops had their pistols
in their hands and the sheriff, somehow, pushed and turned me so I sprawled
over the trunk of my car.
My hands were roughly pulled behind my back and I felt the coldness of the
handcuffs as they were clicked into place. "What the fuck!" I screamed.
"What’s going on!"
Some one kicked my legs apart and I slid down the car a little. "As if you
didn’t know," I heard the sheriff say.
"This car has been reported as stolen," the other cop said into my ear as
she ran her hands over my upper body, patting me down for weapons.
"Stolen?" I gasped. "Impossible."
"This car is registered in the name of Verity Langton. That’s not you, is
it?" the sheriff said sarcastically.
"Well, no," I stumbled. "You see...."
"Maybe we should check, CJ?" giggled the cop.
"I think you’re right, Leonie," CJ laughed and I felt Purdy’s fingers
plucking at the drawstring of my shorts. Suddenly, air whistled around my
thighs as my shorts were unceremoniously yanked to my knees.
A low whistle and a giggle from behind me caused me to blush. "Are those
girls panties?" I heard CJ ask.
"Look like it to me, CJ."
"No," I protested. "Calvin Klein bikini pants."
"Men wear shorts," said Leonie. "At least the men I know. And those aren’t
shorts."
"You know, Leonie," I heard the other say. "This could be a woman. Look at
those panties. Maybe we’ve made a horrible mistake." She laughed and as I
started to turn my head around, it was shoved back with a snarl. "Keep your
fucking head straight, asshole!"
"You’re right, CJ. This could be Verity Langton."
"Better check."
"Yup."
To my embarrassment, I felt my underwear yanked down around my knees and my
cock and balls were exposed.
"You can’t do that!" I yelled.
Laughter. "We can do what we dam please. We’re the law here and you’re
nothing but a speedster and a car thief." Nervously, I looked up and down
the country road but, thankfully, no vehicles were approaching.
A sly hand slipped between my legs and grabbed my balls. "Maybe I should
just squeeze these," a voice said in my ear and I flinched. "Squeeze them
real hard. Would you like me to do that?"
"No, don’t," I said, voice trembling.
"Maybe I’m going to do it anyway."
"No, please," I squealed as I felt her hand tighten and heard laughter from
Leonie as she watched.
"Ask me nicely."
"Please don’t squeeze my balls," I said in a small voice, humiliated and
vulnerable.
"Miss Davidson."
"Please don’t squeeze my balls, Miss Davidson," I whispered, thoroughly
humiliated. Just wait until Verity hears about this, I thought angrily. She’
ll have your badges!
Laughing loudly, they spun me around so I leaned against the car, facing
them, with my shorts and underwear around my knees. They had holstered their
guns and were standing there laughing as they pointed to my cock. "Not a
woman," said Leonie.
"Nope. Just a guy with a small cock." They burst into laughter again and my
face was burning with embarrassment.
"Must be a car thief, then," CJ said, laughing.
Leonie casually raised her foot and used it to push my shorts and underwear
to the ground around my ankles. "Step out of that," she instructed and I
did, standing with my hands handcuff behind my back and nothing but a shirt
and loafers on.
"Kick off the shoes," CJ ordered.
"But," I started to protest and a blinding, burning pain erupted on my
thigh. "Ahh!" I cried in anguish. My eyes were stinging and, as the pain
subsided, I noticed that the sheriff had a squat black object in her hand.
"Electric shock and that was only twenty percent, wimp! Now, I’m not going
to discuss anything else with you. You do what I say or you get the full
blast on your pathetic balls! Got it!" I nodded furiously, panic rising
inside me as I kicked the loafers off.
"Get hit in the balls with that," Leonie confided, "and they’ll turn black
and drop off."
"Ok, Leonie," CJ said. "You drive the fancy car back and I’ll take this
little boy back into town."
"Jeez," Leonie pouted. "You always get the fun."
"Privileges of rank, my dear." They laughed and CJ bent down and kissed
Leonie goodbye and my cock swelled at the sight.
"Mm," said Leonie, smiling and looking at my rising cock. "Looks like it
works."
"Yup. But it’s still small." Laughing loudly they shoved me towards the
police car.
I sat in the back of the police car with only my shirt on and my hands
cuffed behind my back. These women were crazy, I seethed inside, fucking
crazy. So crazy, a small voice warned inside my head, they could kill you.
CJ turned in the front seat and inspected me. "Legs apart, worm," she
instructed and, embarrassed, I spread my legs. I could see my reflection in
her sunglasses and flushed in my humiliation as my cock and balls lolled on
my stomach in the summer heat.
We drove off in a cloud of dust, following my red Mercedes with CJ humming
along with a country song on the radio. Every now and again, I felt her eyes
on me as we sped through the farmlands and forests.
Rattling over a wooden bridge, we past a town sign and I strained to see the
name but missed it. CJ slowed down as we approached the town and, to my
constant embarrassment, drove down the main street until she turned into a
lane and parked outside a red brick building.
I looked around for my car but couldn’t see it. With jerk, she opened my
door and pulled me out. Self-consciously, half- naked, I stood in the alley
way and looked around as CJ locked the car. Luckily, the area was deserted.
Casually, she grabbed my cock and dragged me to a side door and into the
building. Standing in a dark corridor, I felt my cock swell.
"Like that, boy?" she sneered, her hand jerking my cock and I grunted.
With a shove, she pushed me into a small room where Leonie sat in a chair at
a small table, smoking a cigarette. Next to the table was a metal pole that
stretched from floor to ceiling and one wall was covered to waist high with
a blue curtain.
Leonie looked up, saw my hard cock and smiled. "Looks like he likes being
pushed around." Her hat, with her sunglasses, was lying on the table next to
her and her long dark hair hung loose to her shoulders, her dark eyes
flashing with laughter as she looked me up and down. I watched her full lips
close around the cigarette as she sucked on it and my cock twitched. She was
a beautiful woman.
When CJ shucked her hat and jammed her sunglasses into her breast pocket, I
was equally surprised. She had short blonde hair, brushed back, pale blue
eyes and full red pouting lips. There was a haughty, almost regal air about
her which I attributed to her height. No doubt about it, both women were
beautiful.
CJ fastened me to the pole so I was facing the blue curtain. While she was
doing that, Leonie pulled my ankles apart, fastened a manacle around each
one and then locked them to rings in the floor.
Leonie pulled a bag in front of me, squatted again and fastened a ring
around my balls, locking it shut, grinning up at me as my cock twitched.
CJ stood in front of me. "Welcome to court. "
"Court?" I said hesitantly, fearful of her reaction.
"We don’t like prisoners getting close to the Judge. When courts in session,
we pull the curtain back and you will see the Judge through a glass window.
Bullet proof of course. We had a nasty incident a few years back. Judge’s a
little careful these days."
"Who can blame her," Leonie commented while fiddling with the strap she had
locked around my balls. "He’s still hard, CJ," she giggled and I blushed. I
never felt so exposed, so humiliated in my whole life.
"You’ll be able to answer the Judge through a microphone on the wall. It’s
all legal." I swallowed. This was my chance to protest my innocence. I’ll
tell the judge about these maniacs and I’ll be set free.
"When can I have my phone call?" I asked, feeling more confident now the
legal system was under way. I was innocent, dam it!
"Who you gonna call?" drawled CJ, lighting a cigarette.
"Verity, of course. Verity Langton."
"That’s interesting. You find that interesting, Leonie?"
"Sure do," she said, fastening a cord to the strap around my balls.
"Real interesting, boy, ‘course Ms Verity Langton reported the car as
stolen," she said, blowing blue smoke at the ceiling.
I reeled in shock. Verity! Impossible, there must be some mistake. There
must be!
"But," I cried. "It can’t be! I mean, Verity and I….we, well…."
"Stole your ladies car, eh?" sneered CJ. "Bad boy. Now you’re caught."
"I can still call her, can’t I?" I cried in panic. "As my official call?"
CJ nodded. "Sure. Later. I just called her to report the recovery of her
vehicle and she’s not there."
"Not there?" I said weakly.
"Nope. Gone on vacation. Flew out to the Carribean this morning." The
Carribean! I was stunned. "Never been there," CJ added.
"Hear it’s nice," volunteered Leonie.
"Ok," CJ said firmly. "This is how it works. "You’re going to answer
guilty."
"Guilty!"
"Don’t want to waste the Judge’s time. Now," she said pointing at the
curtains, "I’ll be out there testifying so Leonie will be controlling our
enforcer."
I looked down and saw, in horror, that the cord attached to my balls was now
attached to a large metal weight that sat on the table next to me. "You
might decide to say something else. You know, protest your innocence or
something stupid like that. If you do, Leonie will push that weight of the
table." She dropped her cigarette on the floor and crushed it with her boot.
"Tell him what happens then, Leonie honey," she said, exhaling the last of
her smoke.
"The cord’s really short and the weight is really heavy so it would just rip
your balls clean from your body. Pretty painful. Cause us a big mess to
clean up but you’d be dead. Probably bleed to death. Pretty painful I’d say
but I don’t really know. I don’t have balls. Then, neither would you after
that." Leonie laughed at that one.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I squealed
CJ’s eyes narrowed and she moved her face close to mine. "’Cause I can,
asshole. This is my town! You might be thinking we’re not serious. Well, you
can think that but you’re betting your balls!"
The sheriff jammed her hat on and walked to the door. "See you in court,"
she said, laughed and strode away.
I hung on the pole, my head low, a helpless feeling sweeping over me. Verity
has gone! To the Carribean and, without me! She must have found out about
one of the girls I fucked on the side. How, I don’t know but she must have.
If she hadn’t why had she reported my car stolen and left me here with these
female barbarians? These monsters!
A hopeless feeling swept over me. I was helpless with no choice. A guilty
plea or my balls lying bloody on the floor. These bitches were crazy enough
to do it! For the first time, I admitted to myself I was scared shitless!
"You’ve lost it," a lazy voice interrupted me and I looked over at Leonie,
slouched in the chair.
"What?"
"Your cocks soft. Look," she said and slowly raised her skirt. She wasn’t
wearing any hose and I watched the hem of the skirt travel up her long brown
legs. Hypnotised, my eyes were focused on that khaki cloth, sliding upwards,
and my cock started to swell as her skirt rested at her crotch.
"That’s better," she smiled lazily. "You’re starting to get hard. Guess you
don’t need see my panties now."
She was wrong. I wanted to see them, my cock was throbbing and she was
turning me on like no other woman before so I pleaded with my eyes. "Do you
want to?" she asked softly and I nodded my head furiously. "Well, ask,
little boy. Ask Miss Purdy."
I cleared my throat, staring at her fingers toying with the hem of her
skirt. "Please, Miss Purdy," I asked, my face red but my cock was hard. "Can
I see your panties?"
A light, tinkling laugh escaped from her, a laugh with an edge of victory to
it as she slid the skirt up just enough to reveal a small triangle of white
lace. My cock jumped at the sight.
A loud buzzer interrupted the mood and Leonie jumped to her feet. "Right,"
she said with a business-like tone. "That’s the five minute warning. I’m
going to pull the curtain and switch the microphone on. You know what to
say, don’t you?" Leonie said, leaning close, her fingers lightly stroking my
cock and I trembled. "I will push that weight off the table, you know," she
said sweetly. "I’m capable and this," her fingers grabbed my cock, " will be
the last hard-on you’ll have."
I watched her pull the curtain back and, thankfully, realised the window
would only show my head and chest. One of the benefits of being short. A
courtroom lay behind the glass and I could see CJ standing in a military
pose near one of the front desks.
Leonie put a finger to her lips and flicked a switch. Suddenly, the noise of
the people talking and moving around in the courtroom flooded my little
room. I heard Leonie sit at the table next to me, her fingers resting on the
weight.
A flurry of activity as the Judge, an older woman in her black robe swept to
the bench and banged her gavel. The usher had instructed all to rise and
advised it was Judge Seymour presiding.
A young man in a shirt and tie with floral suspenders addressed the court.
"You Honour," he began, "the state charges Gerald Lange with car theft,
speeding violations and attempted escape from custody." He sat down again as
the judge looked at CJ over her glasses.
"Sheriff, did you subdue this man?" she asked waving her gavel at me.
CJ nodded." Yes, your Honour with the help of my deputy."
The Judge turned her gaze on me. "How do you plead?" she asked and I heard a
scraping noise as Leonie moved the weight along the table.
"Guilty, your Honour," I croaked. The scraping noise stopped and I sighed in
relief.
"Six months," Judge Seymour decreed, banging the gavel and Leonie closed the
curtain as well as switching the microphone off. The noise from the
courtroom ceased as I gasped in shock. Six months! I hung my head, my eyes
stinging as I fought back the tears.
Leonie released me from the pole and the floor rings, leaving my hands
cuffed behind my back and the manacles around my ankles. She also slipped
the cord attached to the weight off my balls. A slight push from her sent me
to my knees, head dejectedly bowed.
Leonie settled in the chair in front of me. "You good at licking pussy?" she
asked.
I flushed. Verity had asked me to many times but I didn’t. I never do it.
Not with her or any of the woman I fucked. "No," I said tremulously.
She smiled and let her legs slip apart. "Time you learned." Her long fingers
slipped around my head, pulling my face to the dark confines of under her
skirt. A quick movement as she pulled her skirt up and I was face to face
with the white lace of her panties. Tentatively, I kissed the lace and her
musky perfume swirled around me.
I didn’t believe it. Here I was, half naked in a courtroom after being
sentenced to six months jail and kissing a deputy sheriff’s panties!
The door opened and I heard CJ’s voice. "Leonie, what are you doing?" she
demanded
I tried to raise my head but Leonie pressed my face into her wet panties.
"What’s it look like, CJ? Getting me a little fun."
There was a pause while I kept kissing. "Any good?" CJ asked after a moment.
"Nah," Leonie said, shoving me away so I rolled on my back, my hard cock
waving in the air. "But he’s got six months to learn."
And they both laughed at that.
CJ jerked me to my feet, produced a hunting knife and, with its razor sharp
blade, cut my shirt from my body. Now I was completely naked.
With a brutal shove, she pushed me through the door and down a long
corridor. Embarrassed, I looked around but it was vacant. The broad grins on
CJ’s and Leonie’s faces told me they were enjoying my embarrassment.
Through another door and into a large room with two prison cells in them,
both cells were empty.
"We’ll keep you here until we transfer you," Leonie said as she unlocked the
cell door.
"Please," I whispered. "Can I have some clothes?"
"What do you think, CJ?" Leonie asked, looking up at the tall woman.
CJ shook her head. "Don’t have any. Get in." Slowly, numb and exhausted from
the shock, I walked in and sat on the bunk, my hands still handcuffed.
Leonie pointed at a bucket in the corner. "You can piss in that. Any thing
more than a piss, yell out."
With a clang, they locked the door and left me alone with my misery and my
frustration. Staring at the wall, tears forming, I managed to drift off into
a fitful sleep.
Hours later, Leonie returned with a plate of stew which she fed me with a
spoon, giggling and teasing me all the while. Every now and again, she’s
flash her panties at me and my cock remained hard long after she left.
Laying on the bed, frustrated with my hands cuffed behind me, I desperately
wanted to cum. Somehow, I managed to turn half on my side and graze my hard
cock against the rough woollen blanket.
It felt wonderful as I started pumping my hips in and out, dragging the
sensitive head of my cock across the blanket.
Suddenly, the door clanged open and I felt the burning of the electric shock
gun across my ass! "Aaahhhh!!" I cried out and fell off the bunk, landing at
CJ’s feet.
I heard a whirring noise and I saw a steel rod with a cross bar being
lowered from the roof. Quickly, she un-cuffed me and cuffed each hand to the
crossbar, leaving me kneeling, facing the bars of the cell. I couldn’t
stand.
Without a word, she left with a clang, leaving me with a stinging ass and
forced to kneel, my arms resting on the cross bar. It was then I saw the
camera, high on the wall outside the cell and realised I had been, and
probably was still, under surveillance.
Darkness fell and I dozed fitfully in my uncomfortable position. I snapped
out of sleep with the urge to piss but the bucket might well have been a
million miles away.
I called out but my voice echoed in the darkness and I knew I was alone in
the holding cells. Finally, with shame, I pissed and felt the warm stream of
urine splash against me as it hit the cell floor. Soon, I was kneeling in my
own circle of piss.
Dozed again. Dreamt of snorkelling in blue waters with beautiful women. I
woke with a start with a clanging noise and blinked my eyes as the bright
light switched on.
I looked up and gasped. CJ was standing at the bars, smoking and looking at
me with that regal smile on her lovely face. She was dressed in a simple
black dress, black hose, high heel shoes and was beautiful. My cock twitched
at the sight.
"You understand who makes the rules now, boy?" she asked softly.
I nodded. "You do," I croaked.
"You got that right. I own you. You do nothing without my permission. And
that includes blowing your wad. Got that?"
I nodded again and she smiled. "Look here," she commanded and I watched her
slide the black dress up those incredibly long legs in sheer black nylon.
Stockings! She wore stockings and my cock throbbed at the sight. "I’m the
one with the control," she said, laughed, dropped her dress and walked out.
Second later the lights went out, plunging me into darkness, leaving me
helpless, tremendously frustrated with an insistent, throbbing hard on and
the smell of my own piss.
Later, to my increased shame, I could not control my body and I had no
alternative but to shit myself. In my humiliating position, the shit ran
over the back of my legs and mashed behind my knees. My embarrassment
increased when I realised the camera was probably recording the latest depth
I had sunk to.
Almost retching from my own stink, I sobbed myself to sleep.
