It was a small quiet little town. Not really a destination of its own, just a place to stop and rest on your way to someplace else. It was a small quiet little town in a small quiet little county in the mountains. The population was small, just a couple hundred souls living a life free of the big city, eking a living catering to tourists on their way to and from the larger resorts higher in the mountains.

There were no big chain restaurants and stores in town. There was just a small general store and gas station, a restaurant and gift shop. The general store was a popular stopping point for tourists looking for a break from the long drive to where they were going. Most nights you could see the sheriff parked in his big truck across from the general store. People felt safe when they stopped there and saw the lawman seemingly keeping watch over them.

The lawman had his own agenda, of course. He ruled this county and this little town with an iron fist. As they say, power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. The man was an imposing figure. Over six feet tall with arctic blue eyes and hair black as sin. Many a man shuddered when that steely gaze fell upon them. They felt death in that stare.

This night the sheriff was relaxing with a cup of coffee, listening to the intermittent traffic on the scanner. There was little criminal activity in this sleepy mountain village. It was summer, so there was a fair bit of traffic on the road during the day and early evening. At this time of night the traffic slowed to a trickle. The sheriff was looking for something in particular to occupy himself for the rest of the long night ahead. There was one serial criminal in the area, but he had little fear of being apprehended. Not likely the sheriff would arrest himself.

He did this about every six months with the full knowledge and cooperation of the deputies serving under him. They sometimes garnered benefits from his activities, but were not allowed to do anything on their own. The sheriff was a very careful man.

He kept an eye out for familiar faces in the tourist traffic at the general store. He never forgot a face, or the way a person moved. He could recognize someone he had met twenty years ago just by the way they walked. His victims knew what would happen to them if they came back to his sleepy little hamlet, especially after dark. He was always there watching for them.

The black Mercedes caught his eye, just as his replacement squawked on the radio, checking in on duty. He watched the Mercedes pull up to the pump at the store and saw a sleek slender redhead get out and motion to the attendant to fill her tank. She headed into the store while the attendant began to pump gas into her expensive automobile. The sheriff liked the way she moved. She was graceful and sophisticated, just the kind of bubble he liked to burst. He got on the radio and checked off duty, using the code sign that alerted his staff that he was on the hunt. They would steer clear of his hunting ground for the rest of the night.

The woman visited the rest rooms and bought a bottle of expensive spring water before returning to her car to pay the attendant for the gas. The sheriff noticed the way her long red hair swung and moved as she got into her car. He had found his victim.

The woman started her car and pulled back out onto the country road that led into the mountains. There was no hurry for the sheriff, he waited a moment and pulled out to follow her. He could see the glow of her taillights in the distance as she rounded a curve in the road ahead of him. He slowly pushed down on the accelerator and gained on her. He had to time it correctly, but he was experienced in this chase. He had done this many times before.

She was going a bit fast, but nothing outrageous. The sheriff followed her in his truck, waiting for the right moment to turn on the rotating blue and red lights mounted on the top of the cab. He carefully scanned the road behind in his rear view mirror. There were no lights behind. From this portion of the road you could see the road in the distance as it switchbacked up the steepest part of the mountain. There was no telltale glow from oncoming headlights. They were alone on the mountain for the moment. It was perfect.

The sheriff switched on the gumballs and squawked the siren a bit to get her attention. She pulled over to the side as far as she could get on the narrow road. The sheriff got on the loudspeaker and instructed her to drive a few more yards ahead and take the dirt road to the right.

"It's dangerous to stop on the road here, you'll have to pull off on the side road. Keep going until I tell you to stop."

The Mercedes slowly crept down the dirt road into the trees. The road curved down a bit. After driving a few yards from the main road the car and the truck following it were invisible to passing motorists. The sheriff turned off the gumballs and told the lady in the Mercedes to stop. He got out of the truck and stalked up to her car.

"Would you mind stepping out of the car, Ma'am?"

"What did I do wrong officer? I wasn't speeding, was I?"

"Turn off your headlights and step out of the car Ma'am."

The woman turned off her headlights and got out of her car, clutching her wallet, expecting him to ask her for her license and registration. She looked around apprehensively. It was dark and quiet there in the woods. She looked nervously into the back seat to check on her daughter who had fallen asleep. The sheriff noticed the girl in the back seat for the first time. He grinned. The girl was added leverage to use against the mother.

"Why don't we step back over here by my truck, Ma'am. Wouldn't want to wake the little one, now would we?"

He motioned the woman to go ahead of him toward the tailgate of his truck. As he was walking behind her, he unholstered his sidearm and pointed it at her. When she turned around she saw a large grinning man holding a gun on her.

"Ok, Ma'am. I've got this gun here, and you've got that precious little girl sleeping in the back seat of your car. We wouldn't want to do anything that would frighten her, now would we?"

The woman stood frozen, clutching her wallet to her chest, shocked by this turn of events. She was terrified for her daughter more than herself.

"You can do whatever you want to me, just don't hurt my daughter."

"I'm not planning to hurt either of you, if you do what I say."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Take off your clothes."

The woman wasn't about to argue with that gun pointed at her. She dropped her wallet to the ground and started to unbutton her blouse. Her fingers were clumsy and she couldn't seem to concentrate on what she was doing. She couldn't take her eyes off the gun.

"If your daughter wakes up and gets out of the car, you tell her that I'm a friend and we are playing a fun little game, got it?"

"Y-y-yes. Just don't hurt us."

The evening was warm, but not humid. The woman felt a breeze against her skin as she drew her blouse off. She could hear the wind moving through the trees. She didn't take her bra off, but moved to unzip her slacks. She kicked her shoes off, feeling her feet sink into the thick carpet of pine needles. She took her slacks off and stood in her bra and panties.

"Take those off too," the man told her gruffly. She could see the fire of lust in his cold blue eyes.

She didn't hesitate for fear of endangering her daughter. She reached back and unclasped her bra, drawing it off her body to reveal small perfectly formed breasts. The man growled in appreciation, a noticeable bulge was developing at his groin. She reached down and slipped off her panties, standing to reveal her naked body to the man with the gun.

He took a few moments to peruse the merchandise. She was slender with slim hips, long legs and a nice tight ass. Her breasts were small and perky, just the way he liked them. He motioned her over to the back of the truck and instructed her to turn around to face the vehicle. He reached into the back of the truck to retrieve the restraints he had hidden there. The truck didn't have a tailgate.

The restraints were leather cuffs lined with sheepskin to prevent damage to the wrists. He was going to bind and rape this woman, but he would do so in a fashion that would not leave any physical evidence behind. No bruises, no scrapes or scratches. She would leave here with her perfect skin intact.

He ordered her to put her arms behind her back. After she had done so he put the gun in his waistband at the small of his back and began to bind her. He strapped the leather cuffs around her right hand and attached it to a chain welded to the right side of the bed of the truck. He did the same with her left hand. She was standing with her arms spread, cuffed and under his control.

The sheriff left her and went to the cab of the truck. Now that he had her restrained, there was no need for a weapon. If the girl woke up he didn't want her to be able to get his pistol while he had his cock buried inside her mother. He locked the pistol in the glove compartment and checked to shotgun to make sure it was unloaded and locked in its mount. He turned off the headlights on the truck, leaving the yellow parking lights on to provide a bit of illumination.

The woman stood there bound, her mind racing. How was she going to get out of this? Would he kill her and her daughter? Fear of the unknown threatened to overwhelm her. She wasn't afraid of the rape so much. She didn't care what he did to her as long as he didn't harm her daughter.

As the sheriff returned to his bound captive he flicked on a small lamp in the bed of the truck and grabbed a satchel stored there. He took some small foam cushions from the back of the truck. They were the kind you bought at K-mart to kneel on when tending your garden. He placed them on the wide back bumper of the truck, widely spaced. He instructed the woman to kneel on the cushions and rest her upper body in the bed of the truck. He was going to take her from behind.

The woman knelt on the cushions, as she had been instructed. She began to tremble as her fear overwhelmed her. She was naked, spread and helpless. She couldn't see what the man was doing behind her. She didn't know when she would feel his hands on her. She wouldn't be able to see it coming. Shivers ran across her skin uncontrollably, she couldn't stop shaking, couldn't stop the intensity of the fear that consumed her.

The sheriff noticed her trembling and was pleased. He liked the fact that she wasn't screaming. She was trying to be brave. She was trying to be quiet so her daughter would slumber safely in the back seat of her car, unaware of what was going on. He quickly undressed, enjoying the feel of the night breeze against his naked skin. He stood there for a moment slowly stroking himself as he watched his captive tremble and quake in anticipation of what he had in store for her. If she knew what he intended, would she be less frightened, or more?

The sheriff knew he could get away with almost anything, but he was a very careful man. He was trained in forensics, so was careful to avoid leaving evidence behind. One of the indicators of rape was vaginal bruising. When he took her she would be well lubricated and he would wear a condom. No vaginal bruising and no semen left behind. He even trimmed his pubic hair short to prevent any from transferring to her body.

He bent to retrieve the lubricant from the satchel. He approached her and ran his hands over her, as if trying to quiet a fractious horse.

"Come on, don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you. Although, when I'm through, you'll wish I had."

The woman felt his hands brushing over he skin. She didn't understand what he was saying about wishing he would hurt her. If she got out of this without physical scars she would thank her lucky stars. She tried not to flinch as she felt his rough hands touching her skin.

The sheriff squeezed some lubricant out on his fingers and stroked her cunt. He took his time, spreading the slippery substance generously over the outer lips of her vagina before dipping his fingers into her slit. He found her clit and stroked it, laughing as she flinched away from her body's natural response to the stimulation. He kept squeezing more lubricant onto his fingers and spreading it over her sex. He began to carefully penetrate her with his fingers, lubricating as he went along.

He reached down into the satchel and got out his favorite rubber phallus. It was meant as an anal toy, but he used it during his vaginal rapes. He didn't rape the women anally, although he'd like to. There was too much chance of damage to the woman's membranes, which would lend credence to her claims of rape if she chose to report anything. The toy was designed to open up the anal orifice gently. The tip was a slender. The toy got progressively thicker toward the base. He slowly pushed inside the woman, gently preparing her for his penetration. As he slowly fucked her with the phallus, he massaged her clit in a circular motion.

The woman had initially cringed at the man's touch on her genitals. She began to slowly relax as she realized he wasn't going to cause her pain. It seemed he was going to great lengths to avoid hurting her. She felt her blood warming as her body involuntarily responded to the stimulus being provided by his fingers. She fought this reaction, trying to distance herself from the sensations at her nerve endings. She tried to recapture the feeling of terror and overwhelming fear to counteract her body's traitorous response. She felt a moment of panic when she felt the phallus being inserted into her cunt, but the panic was soon replaced by another feeling altogether.

The sheriff knew what he was about. He had done this many times before. He knew that once she overcame her initial terror and fear of being harmed she would not be able to control the reaction of her body. The adrenaline her brain had ordered pumped into her bloodstream during her moments of terror was now acting to make the physical sensations she was experiencing more intense. She would feel humiliated by the sexual response of her body, which pleased his sadistic side. This was what he had meant by his statement that she would wish he had hurt her. Causing her pain would prevent her from becoming aroused. As it was, she was helpless as he played her body like an instrument. He felt a surge of power and elation as he controlled her body, forcing it to respond to him.

The woman ground her face into the bed of the truck; frustrated by wetness she began to feel pooling in her genitals. She could feel her arousal building. She initially couldn't control the reaction of the nerve endings to the physical stimulation of his fingers. Now she was beginning to feel the sensation building, each touch of his fingers and press of the phallus was heightening her arousal. He was patient with her, slowly drawing her deeper and deeper into pleasure. Always advancing, never retreating from her. He was silent, letting his touch speak for him.

The woman began to feel her cunt rhythmically contracting around the phallus, which was now fully embedded in her dripping snatch. Each stroke was bringing her closer. She fought against it, feeling she could win a small victory over this man if she could just prevent herself from climaxing at his hands.

The sheriff could feel her cunt pulsing on his fingers and he knew she was close. He didn't want her to come around the phallus. He wanted her to cum around his cock. He withdrew the phallus, grinning at the sigh of disappointment the women tried to stifle. He paused to quickly don a condom. He went back to stroking her for a moment. When he judged she was ready for him he positioned the head of his straining cock at the entrance to her cunt. She could feel the change immediately. His cock was much thicker than the phallus. She was ready for him, but she would still feel every inch of him invading her. No part of her fuck tunnel would be untouched.

He slowly pressed deeper, feeling her tremble and pulse around him. He grabbed her hair in his fist, pulling it and forcing her to press back onto his cock. She was panting and gasping for air.

"Don't try to hide it from me, bitch, I can feel every pulse and tremor. C'mon. Give yourself up to it. You know you want to. You're a little slut whose been waiting around for Sheriff Ron to show you what you are. Cum for me slut."

She groaned, clenching her teeth to try to prevent the moan of pure ecstasy from escaping. The moan was strangled, but he heard it and chuckled. She was still fighting him, the hot little slut. Her cunt felt like a hot silken glove and sucked on him like a mouth. She was tight, trying to squeeze herself closed to prevent his penetration. It was futile as her love juices made her tunnel slick and facilitated his advance.

He felt her clench around him as he finally penetrated her to the hilt. He gritted his teeth and groaned and he slowly pulled out and pushed back in again. She couldn't stop him from stroking in and out of her well-prepared snatch. She felt herself begin to clench on every stroke, the familiar precursor to climax. The sheriff could feel it too. He knew how to bring her right to the edge and at the critical moment slow his strokes to deny her the peak. He did this over and over, slowly driving her mad with the need to cum.

The woman could feel the response tremors from his stimulation racing along her nerve endings. If was as if every movement of his cock set off a chain reaction of sensation she could feel all through her body. Her chest was tight and she couldn't seem to draw a complete breath. The longer this went on the farther removed she was from her own humiliation and fear. She was enveloped in a wave of erotic feeling she was powerless to resist. She was so overwhelmed that she couldn't concentrate on anything except her need for completion. She once thought resisting the urge to climax would be a victory; she now frantically sought the climax she had thought to resist.

"Tell me to stop and I will right now," the sheriff said as he continued to slowly stroke her. Of course, if she did tell him to stop he wouldn't, but she didn't know that.

The woman remained silent. The sheriff stopped moving inside her. The woman almost screamed in frustration.

"No, please, don't," the woman sobbed.

"Don't what? Don't stop?"

"Don't stop, please."

"You want me to keep fucking you?"

"Please, yes, please."

"What if your daughter were watching? Would you want me to keep fucking you then?"

"Yes, anything, yes. Just don't stop."

"C'mon over here punkin. Mommy wants you to watch us play our little game."

The woman heard the soft rustle of approaching footsteps and a soft plaintive, "Mommy?" as the sheriff granted her wish and began fucking her again. He showed her no mercy, grabbing her hips and pounding her with forceful strokes until he felt her convulse around him in her long denied climax. She wailed in combined pleasure and humiliation. She didn't want her daughter to see her like this.

Sheriff Ron allowed himself his own climax as he watched the cute little adolescent standing there in shock. She had long curly blond hair. He could tell her eyes were light, but couldn't see in the dimness if they were green or blue. She was wearing shorts and her legs were long and slender. He could see her breasts were just beginning to bud.

"Cyndi, honey go back to the car." Mom gasped as she tried to catch her breath.

"No, Cyndi I think you should stay right here." Sheriff Ron said.

Cyndi showed no signs of obeying her mother. She seemed riveted by the sight of the two naked adults.

The sheriff had pulled his deflating cock out of the woman's steaming snatch and removed the full condom. He leaned forward and whispered a warning to the woman. If she didn't do what he said, things could go from bad to worse in a hurry. He told her to speak only when spoken to and agree with everything he said.

"What kind of game are you playing, Mom?" She asked.

"It's fun, Cyndi. Do you want to play?" The sheriff asked.

"I'm not sure, mister. Why is my mom tied up?"

"Because she likes it, don't you Mom?"

"Yes, Cyndi. This is a really fun game." Mom said.

"Would you like to learn how to play this game, Cyndi?" The sheriff asked.

"Do what he says, honey." Mom said.

The sheriff motioned Cyndi to come closer to the truck and she complied. He told her if she was going to learn to play the game she would have to take off her clothes and be naked just like they were.

"Are you going to tie me up too?" She asked.

"No, sweetie pie. I won't tie you up." Sheriff Ron answered.

The sheriff lifted the girl up into the bed of the truck where there was a large foam cushion. He followed her up into the truck, leaving the woman bound, but telling her to get off the bumper and stand behind the truck. The woman would be forced to watch everything he did to her daughter.

Sheriff Ron helped the girl get undressed as he felt his prick beginning to stir again. He sat facing the back of the truck so mom would get an unobstructed view. He grabbed the girl up onto his lap and began to kiss her gently while caressing her young nubile body. She giggled at the unaccustomed sensation, but didn't seem to be frightened. He told her to straddle his lap so he could have access to her bald virgin cunt. He grabbed the tube of lubricant and began to gently massage it into her little underage sex. She seemed to like this sensation.

The woman was terrified. What had her submission to this man bought her? Was she going to witness him raping her daughter? She couldn't bring herself to cry out in protest at the liberties he was taking with her daughter. Cyndi wasn't frightened and he didn't seem to be hurting her. She just hoped he wouldn't try to penetrate her.

The woman watched as Sheriff Ron showed the little one how to rub her little clit against his erect cock. She was moving her hips against him and moaning as she slid back and forth over him, arousing them both. The sheriff leaned forward and took one of her little nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking it much to the little one's delight.

Sheriff Ron told the woman to kneel on the bumper again and get closer. He spread his legs and instructed her to suck his balls while her daughter rubbed her clit up and down against the length of his cock.

"You like this game, don't you little one?"

"Oh, yes, it feels really good mister."

The woman complied with her instructions, licking and sucking on the man's balls while her daughter rubbed her sex on his cock. The girl seemed to be enjoying herself, but the sheriff didn't feel he was getting enough stimulation. He felt that if he tried to penetrate the girl, the mother would surely try to report him. The girl was so young, probably not more than 12 or 13. He felt if he tried to push his jumbo sized cock into that petite size snatch, he wouldn't be able to prevent damage no matter how much lubricant he used. Damage was evidence. He wanted them to leave with none.

He had a flash of inspiration and pushed the girl away. He flipped her in his arms so she was sitting on his lap facing her mother. He spread her legs so her tight little virgin cunt was staring her mother in the face.

"Lick her," was all he said.

The woman looked up at him in horror. He was asking her to orally stimulate her own daughter. She looked into his cold eyes and knew she had no choice. She leaned forward and tentatively probed her daughter's budding clit and wet slit with her tongue. The girl bucked her hips, enjoying the sensation, begging mommy to do it more. The sheriff reached around to fondle the girl's tits as the mother delved in and licked her daughter's sopping cunt.

"Suck the juices out of her, Mommy. Make her cum." The sheriff encouraged.

The woman knew by the tone of his voice that this was a command. He wanted her to not only molest her daughter with her tongue, but to bring her to climax. She concentrated her efforts on her daughter's clit, flicking and licking faster and faster. Her daughter moaned in pleasure at this unfamiliar sensation. The sheriff reached under the girl and brought his fingers to her cunt, gently probing inside her while her mother continued to lick and suck her off.

The girl couldn't believe what was happening to her. Her mother's wet tongue felt so good licking her. She couldn't handle the rush of unfamiliar erotic sensation in her genitals. She was shocked by what was happening, but couldn't help responding.

The sheriff felt the girl's tremors as she began to cum. Cyndi gasped and moaned in revelation at this first ever orgasm. The woman, sensing her daughter's completion, withdrew as soon as she could, disgusted by what she had been made to do.

The sheriff, pleased at this new humiliation, decided to cap it with another. He ordered the woman to suck his balls while he taught her daughter to suck his cock. He stopped short of climax and withdrew to the side of the truck to jack himself off onto the ground. No sense leaving any telltale smears of semen on the girl's face.

He decided he'd had enough fun for now, so he told the girl to get dressed. He put his uniform and gun belt back on and went to the glove compartment to retrieve his pistol. He had it in the holster when he went to untie the woman. She knew it was there and obeyed him when he told her to get dressed. While the woman was dressing he told the girl to wait for her mother in the car. The girl walked off in a daze.

He watched the woman glare at him as she dressed. She was in full control of her body and emotions again.

"If you try to report this, no one will believe you. I own this county. You're going to hate me for about a week. Then you're going to remember how good my cock felt inside you and you're going to want more. Just let me tell you this. If I catch you coming around here again, you'll get more of the same. If you come back here you're going to get it from me rough."

The woman spit at him, picked her wallet up from the grount, and turned to walk away. She was enraged at the feeling of helplessness. He had told her while he was fucking her that he was leaving no evidence. She had nothing to back up her story except the word of her impressionable 12 year old. He had won.

Chapter Two

Several weeks went by and Sheriff Ron went about his duties. He had shared the story of his conquest with his deputies. They couldn't believe he hadn't fucked the little one when he'd had the chance. They didn't think the fiery redhead would be back. Even if she did come back for more, it wasn't likely she'd bring her daughter along.

A full month had passed before, late one evening, Sheriff Ron had occasion to see the sleek black Mercedes pull in to the general store. He had one of his deputies with him in the truck. He chuckled as he saw the redhead get out wearing a short black leather mini skirt and halter top. She didn't appear to be wearing a bra.

"That's her, Bob. The redhead."

"The one that just got out of the Mercedes?"

"That's the one."

"Damn! I just lost a twenty-dollar bet. I was sure that one wasn't coming back. Not after what you made her do to her daughter."

"Let's go get her."

Sheriff Ron pulled in to the store, blocking the exit of the Mercedes. He went into the store and grabbed the woman by the arm to escort her outside. He threw her up against the side of her car and cuffed her arms behind her back. He threw her purse to Bob and pushed her toward his truck. Bob would dig her keys out of the purse and drive her car to the station.

The sheriff got into the truck and gunned the engine. The two had exchanged not a word. The woman was cowering on the other side of the truck, not sure what she had gotten herself into.

"I warned you to stay away, didn't I?"

"Yes."

He drove to the deserted road where he had taken her the first time. He pulled the truck to a stop in the darkness and cut the engine. He went to the passenger side of the truck and pulled the woman out. When he got her to the back of the truck, he uncuffed her. She began to take her clothes off without a word.

Ron restrained her with the leather cuffs. He told her to kneel on the bumper, but didn't give her the benefit of cushioning her knees. He stripped off his own clothes and approached her. He ran his fingers over her sex and found her soaking wet. He positioned himself and, without a condom, pressed his aching cock into her.

"What kind of birth control do you use?"

"I use a diaphragm." She said.

Ron pulled out of her and released one of her hands.

"Take it out." He said.

"What?"

"The diaphragm. Take it out."

The woman reached inside with her fingers and pulled out the diaphragm.

"Are you married?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Only wear that when you're fucking your husband. Your name?"

"Maura."

"Ok, Maura. You asked for this."

Ron inserted his cock into her unprotected channel and began to roughly piston her to climax, pulling her hair. He didn't tease her this time, just banged her until they both came. He blew his load deep inside her, not wasting a drop.

He left her like that stalking around behind her pulling at his wet cock until it was hard again. He banged her hard a second time, pumping her full of his fertile seed.

He took the restraints off and told her to get dressed. This was enough for now. He dressed and ordered her into the truck and drove down the mountain to the station house. He forced her to give Bob a blowjob as thanks for taking care of her car. She complied without protest.

"Get out of here. If you show up here for another fucking, make sure you bring that sexy little daughter of yours with you. I'd like a taste of her too."

The woman got into her car, shaking. She couldn't believe what she had done. It had been exactly as he had said it would be. She had hated him for a week, and then she couldn't stop thinking about the fucking he had given her. She would wake in the middle of the night, sweating and shaking. Lying beside her sleeping husband, she would finger herself to climax fantasizing about the sheriff and what he had done to her, what he had made her do.

Her daughter had not been unaffected either. She kept asking about the sheriff. She even asked her if her daddy would like to play the same game that the sheriff had taught her. She was sure her staid, conservative husband would have been appalled at the very thought of touching his daughter sexually. Cyndi had been asking her to perform oral sex on her again, even offering to do it to her in return. She couldn't bring herself to do it, although she disgusted herself by fantasizing about it when she masturbated.

She drove off with a feeling of revulsion. She could still taste Bob's semen in her mouth. Why was it that she did everything that terrible man asked of her? She was never going to come back here again. She would never subject her daughter to that man.

God! What if he'd made her pregnant!

Chapter Three

Two weeks later she was back. She saw his truck parked across the road when she pulled into the parking lot of the general store. She saw in her rear view mirror that he had seen her and was pulling into the lot behind her. She hoped he wouldn't drag her out of the car and cuff her in front of her daughter. Oh yes, she'd brought little Cyndi along. She had been delighted when Mommy told her they were going to visit Sheriff Ron to play their special game again.

Sheriff Ron stalked up to the driver's side window and leaned into the car. He grinned when he saw the girl there.

"Follow me home," was all he said.

He backed out of the lot and pulled away. She quickly pulled out behind him. She followed him down the dark road. They were headed in the direction of the station, and she wondered if he lived close by. They passed the station house and continued down the road for a mile before he turned off into a paved driveway. There was a small wood frame house at the end of the drive. The automatic garage door opened. The sheriff pulled his truck into the drive and motioned the woman to pull into the garage. She pulled in and waited. Sheriff Ron came into the garage and pushed the button to shut the door. No one would see her car parked out front.

"C'mon, let's go." He said.

Maura and Cyndi got out of the car and followed him into the house. They followed him up the stairs and into his bedroom.

"Wait here." He said.

He went into the walk-in closet to stow his gun belt in the safe. If he pushed Maura too hard he didn't want her to have access to a firearm.

He came back out to find them standing there waiting for him. He unzipped his fly and brought out his cock, which was hard in anticipation of fucking a tight virgin cunt.

He motioned to Maura, "Suck my cock. You, Cyndi, take your clothes off."

Maura dropped to her knees and began to service him. He watched the young girl take off her clothes. He hadn't been able to get a real close look at her before in the dim light of the parking lights of his truck. He could see now that her eyes were a clear light green. They were very striking. She was slender, her hips just beginning to swell. Her breasts were perky little plump mounds with cute pink nipples.

The sheriff wanted to humiliate Maura a bit. He wanted to make sure she knew in no uncertain terms that she was giving her daughter to him sexually, that this was all her fault.

He motioned Cyndi to get on the bed. He pushed Maura away from slurping his cock and told her to take her clothes off. He went to the bed and lay down next to Cyndi. While her mother was undressing, he ran his hands over the girl's soft skin.

"How old are you, honey?"

"Twelve."

"You ever had sex before?"

"Just with you."

"Nah, that wasn't sex. I'm gonna show you real sex."

Maura stood there and watched Ron touch her daughter. All she wanted was to have his cock inside her. Giving him her daughter was the price she had to pay. She watched in envy as he caressed Cyndi from head to toe. He spread the girl's legs and motioned to Maura to come closer.

"Lick her good, Mom. Get her ready for my cock."

"Oh, man! I've been trying to get Mommy to do that to me again, but she won't!"

"She will when I tell her to, won't you Mommy?"

"I've brought you my daughter Ron. You know I'll do anything you say."

"Don't call me Ron. I want you to call me Sheriff."

"Yes, Sheriff."

"You wearing your diaphragm?"

"No, sheriff."

"Good. What about the girl? She on any birth control?"

"No, Sheriff."

"Good, no birth control for either of you. Get to licking. I want her wet and ready for my cock."

Maura knelt between her daughter's spread thighs and brought her mouth to her sex. As she swept her tongue up her daughter's slit, she could tell by the wetness that Cyndi was already very aroused. She felt her own arousal begin to pulse more strongly as she tasted her daughter on her tongue. She had been a fool to deny herself this. Her daughter started to moan as Mommy found her clit and circled it with her tongue. She had never taken a woman orally before the sheriff had forced her, but she knew how she liked her own cunt licked. She put that knowledge to good use.

Ron bent his head and licked his tongue over the girl's nipple. She arched her back and pressed her chest toward his face. He chuckled and gave her what she was asking for. He had never had one this young before. He suspected her cunt would be especially hot and tight. He felt no urge to hurt and humiliate the girl as he did the woman. He wanted only to initiate her in the pleasures of her body.

Cyndi was in heaven with what her mother's tongue and the sheriff's hands were doing to her. She began to instinctively roll her hips in a fucking motion against her mother's mouth. The sheriff felt this movement and groaned into her mouth. The girl felt a woman's power for the first time. She boldly reached down to grasp the sheriff's cock, stroking her hand over him, making him growl like a bear.

The sheriff couldn't wait any longer. He had been fantasizing about getting his cock into this youngster's tight cunt since that first night. He quietly ordered the woman to go sit in the corner and watch. She gave him a look of resentment, to which he replied, "I'll take care of you later, bitch. Don't you worry your pretty little head." The woman moved away and crouched in the corner, dejected.

The sheriff lifted and spread the girl's legs, taking in the sight of her bald little cunt, puffed and wet with arousal. It was just about the sexiest sight he had ever seen. He pushed her legs up until they mashed against her budding breasts, raising her hips and positioning her sex for his penetration.

Pressing her legs down with his hands, he loomed over her, slowly rubbing his weeping cock over her slit. He felt as if there were tight steel bands around his head and chest. His blood pressure must be off the charts. His whole body pulsed with the rhythm of the blood pumping in his cock. He had never been this aroused.

With one hand he carefully positioned himself at her entrance, splitting her little peach with bulbous, now purple, head of his arousal. He forgot about the woman in the corner. He looked into the little one's eyes as he felt the head of his cock slowly slip inside her. Her little mouth was open and she was panting in excitement, her eyes beginning to roll back into her head in pleasure. He regretted the inevitable pain he was about to cause her. Well, as much as a man like him could regret anything.

Cyndi lay there spread before the man, feeling his cockhead invading her tiny little snatch. She stiffened slightly at the unfamiliar sensation, but as he began to move deeper inside her, she relaxed and spread herself wider, wanting to take him all the way inside. She felt something pop deep inside her and felt a moment of pain. The sheriff threw his head back and made a sighing moaning sound deep in his throat just as she felt the pop. He must have felt it too, and he seemed pleased. The pain was soon a memory as she felt his hot hardness slowly penetrating deeper, spreading her wider. She felt for the first time the exquisite fullness of his cock filling her, and the tremors as her nerve endings were stimulated by the rasping of his hardness against the tight walls of her sex.

"Oh, yesssss," She moaned.

The sheriff groaned roughly at her exclamation. He fought the urge to fuck her hard. She was taking him better than he thought she would. He was surprised by the relative ease of his entry into her heretofore-unmined channel. This was the tightest twat he had ever had around his cock. He could feel her internal tremors of pleasure as he slowly moved within her, suddenly feeling his cockhead bumping her cervix when fully two inches of his cock was still unsheathed. She tightened down on him instinctively as he slowly withdrew.

"Maura," he rasped, "there's some lubricant in the drawer of the nightstand. Get it."

Maura moved from the corner, doing his bidding. She was dazed, trying to hide in a well of denial. The sight of her little virgin pre-teen getting herself fucked for the first time was arousing her, much to her dismay. She approached the bed with the lubricant. The sheriff had withdrawn from her daughter's snatch. His cock was wet with her daughter's arousal juices and virgin blood. He instructed her to pour come lubricant on her daughter's slit. He wanted to fuck her good. She was wet, but so tight he was afraid he would hurt her if he moved too forcefully. He wanted to be sheathed to the hilt in that hot tight little cunt. He wanted to feel her convulsing and cumming around him as he pumped her full of seed.

When Maura was done with her task, the sheriff ordered her back into the corner. With the aid of the lubricant, his second invasion of her tight tunnel was much more easily accomplished. The girl fisted him with her cunt, surprised by the feeling of him slipping inside of her so easily. This time he had only an inch unsheathed when he hit bottom. He grabbed her legs and began a slow steady rhythm, in and out. As he fucked her, she slowly opened to him, her arousal stretching her tissues until he was in to the hilt. He gasped in pleasure to feel his entire length ensconced in her hot wet grasping tissue. He looked down to where their bodies were joined, grinding his pelvis against her clit in a rolling motion that set off tremors deep inside her.

Cyndi's pleasure was building. Every movement of his body inside hers escalated the buildup of tension in her loins. She felt as if she were going to explode, as if the pleasure was too much to bear. She moved her head from side to side as if to deny what was happening. The sheriff murmured encouragement to her. He instructed her to ride the wave of sensation instead of withdrawing from it. He felt her cunt begin to convulsively grip him as she approached her climax. He gently pushed her over the edge, dragging himself along. They convulsed together as she shrieked out her pleasure and he pumped her full of his seed. He collapsed against her heaving little body, his skin sticking to hers.

He forgot for a moment that the woman was even there crouching in the corner. As awareness returned, he briefly regretted the necessity of giving the older woman the next load of his seed. He wanted to pump the young one full again and again. He would assuage his disappointment by using her roughly and humiliating her.

He ordered Maura over to the bed to lick him clean and suck some of his cum out of her daughter. The girl jerked at every lash of her mother's tongue, her clit stimulated almost more than she could bear.

He watched the woman pleasure her daughter until he felt his cock rise again. He told Cyndi her mommy had been a bad girl and need to be taught a lesson. The girl was not pleased to see him about to stick his cock inside her mother, having become quickly addicted to having it inside her. In her jealousy, she urged him to treat her mother roughly. He bound Maura's hands behind her back and pushed her face down on the bed. He entered her steaming cunt from behind, feeling her neglected tissues spasm in climax on his third stroke. He grabbed her hips and pounded her unmercifully to another screaming peak before he anointed her with his seed. Afterwards he grabbed her roughly by the hair and ordered her to lick him clean. He pushed her off the bed onto the floor, leaving her bound. He then gently cuddled, petted and kissed his little love, while her mother sobbed, naked and bound on the floor. He wanted to fuck Cyndi again, but she would be too sore from losing her virginity. He satisfied himself by grabbing the woman and using her roughly once again.

The woman was humiliated, of course, but strangely fulfilled by the man's callous treatment. Maybe deep inside she felt she deserved to be treated this way. Her cunt and thighs were sticky with his seed, which may have found fertile ground. She wondered how she would endure bearing this hard man's bastard child.

The sheriff had done some checking on the woman after she had returned to him the first time. She was married to a wealthy heart surgeon who kept a vacation cottage in the mountains. The woman and the girl spent the summer there, being joined by the husband on the weekends. He ordered her to keep fucking her husband at least once a week, always wearing her diaphragm, of course. He sternly told his little nubile slut in training that she was to fuck no one but him. She promised and kissed him sweetly goodbye when they left late that night.

Chapter Four

The woman and the girl became frequent visitors to the tiny village. He gently used the girl while roughly pounding her mother. During the week, the sheriff would send the mother away at night, forcing her to leave her daughter to spend the night with him. He would turn to caress her slight little body in the night, spilling himself inside her tight little channel again and again, and then sleep with her little body clasped tightly in his arms. He loved waking to the feel of her wet little mouth servicing his morning erection.

It wasn't long before the woman was pregnant. He had kept her wet slut cunt awash in his fertile seed until he was sure. Now the real fun could begin. She begged to be allowed to leave her husband and come live with him. He liked the idea of having Cyndi's tight little twat around 24/7 and felt mom would make a good little domestic slave, but he was a patient man. He had bigger plans.

He laid out his plans to Maura one evening when he had, surprisingly, allowed her to stay with him. Cyndi was lying cuddled to his side, exhausted and cum soaked as usual. He allowed Maura to kneel by the side of the bed while he told her what he wanted her to do. She was so addicted to his cock and his rough treatment of her. He had no doubt she would follow his dictates to the letter.

He told her she would remain married to her husband until after her bastard child was born. The unsuspecting husband would assume the child was his. He would end up paying out the nose in child support for both children and alimony when she divorced him, thereby nicely supplementing the sheriff's meager government salary. He was pretty sure little Cyndi was also pregnant. He told her to convince her husband to send the girl to "boarding school" so he wouldn't catch on. The school was, of course, the sheriff's own bed. The husband, by the way Maura described him, was married to his lucrative medical practice and was unlikely to protest.

After explaining all this to the woman, who nodded in agreement to every stipulation, he ordered her to get dressed and leave. She meekly complied, leaving her daughter to blissfully slumber in the arms of her molester.

A week later, the sheriff decided he would share his prizes with his staff. They were both safely pregnant and not showing yet. He usually shared long before this point, and his deputies were chomping at the bit to get their cocks inside the pretty woman and her daughter. He didn't intend to allow them to do more than watch him fuck the little one, but they could use the mother all they liked.

So, that was how Maura found herself on her hands and knees on the cold concrete floor of the station house being fucked from behind by one deputy while swallowing the cock of another. She was humiliated by the pleasure this caused her. She was also humiliated when she realized the deputies were fucking her, but couldn't take their eyes off her daughter, who was naked and slowly jacking herself on the sheriff's cock while he sat in his big leather desk chair, greedily sucking her nipples. He gently grasped the little one's hips and guided her on his thick staff enjoying the envious looks of his subordinates.

When Maura was a limp cum stained mess on the floor the sheriff asked one of his deputies who was in the lockup that night.

"Just some bikers who were causing some trouble." Bob replied.

The sheriff asked how many bikers and was told there were five. He ordered Maura up off the floor. He pulled up his own pants and ordered the girl to put her dress back on. He then told everyone to follow him to the holding cell. Maura protested that she was still naked, but the sheriff just told her to shut up and do what he said. She meekly followed him.

The bikers were surprised to see the sheriff walk in followed by a little girl with kiss swollen lips and mussed hair, a naked woman, and two deputies. He ordered Maura to walk up to the bars and kneel facing away from them. He went up to her and pushed her well-used cunt up to the bars, telling the bikers to enjoy themselves.

Maura was taken again and again by the five big men in the cell. Her ass became bruised by slapping up against the bars as the men pounded into her from inside the cell. The deputies contented themselves with jacking off while watching this amazing site. The sheriff sat down in a chair with the girl in her lap. He treated the bikers to flashes of her bald little cunt and naked titties as fondled her under her dress. Maura was again humiliated by being taken by men who couldn't keep their eyes off her beautiful daughter.

Epilogue

Maura did exactly as instructed. Cyndi went to live with the sheriff. Her father didn't much notice her absence, stupid man. The sheriff thanked God the man didn't know what he was missing. At every opportunity, he pressed himself into her sexy body, thickening with his child. Once he had his hands on the girl, he curtailed her mother's visits to his home, but often took her to the station to be used by his staff and the prisoners.

Maura gave birth to a girl and filed for divorce. She ended up keeping house for the sheriff and taking care of her new baby and her own daughter's infant son when he arrived. She got a fat settlement from her husband, plus a large monthly child support and alimony check. All of the money ended up in the sheriff's account. He kept Maura pregnant, but put the little one on birth control so he could enjoy her lithe little body while she was still young.

When the girl was 18 the sheriff married her, much to the dismay of her mother who had been hoping for that honor herself. She had given the sheriff four more children, all girls. He encouraged his offspring to run around the house naked while he sat in his big easy chair and surreptitiously rubbed his groin. She knew it was only a matter of time before he turned his sexual attention on his offspring. She hated herself, but couldn't help the thrill of arousal at the thought. She couldn't wait to watch as he split each little virgin peach.

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