Hitchhiking Hell Ch. 03

Thirty minutes later Amy was standing buck naked - wearing only her cowboy boots - in the middle of the Stanton County Police Station, waiting to be booked. Officer Mandy Thorn had pulled the young eighteen year old into her police vehicle and picked up Amy's stuff as well. The drive itself was uneventful, but it was going in theoppositedirection of Belmeade. The stunned blonde realized that had anal sex with five guys, and sucked off a stupid cop, only to travel backcloserto her home. She was getting nowhere fast.

Now the pretty young blonde was in the booking station, being ogled by five or six police officers, and was completely mortified. Not only was she utterly nude, the five foot one inch blonde has covered in cum, which had mostly either run down her inner thighs from her asshole, or over her pretty face (and a bit in her hair). The cum was mostly dry, but still very noticeable. And of course she couldn't wipe any of it off of her since she was still handcuffed behind her back. In fact, the red-faced eighteen year old couldn't cover anything except for her ass; her massive tits – with erect, strawberry nipples – and bare pussy were plainly visible and available for viewing to the public.

Which, in this case, was anyone who was in the Police Station at the moment. Pretty much all work stopped as Mandy brought in the stunning teenager, tits jiggling and biting her bottom lip nervously. Amy had never felt so embarrassed before, but was made acutely more shameful when Officer Mandy read out the charges to the booking officer.

"Her name's Amy Hutchens – book her for hitchhiking, sodomy withfivemen, and felonious cock-sucking of asixthman!" Mandy said loudly, so that everyone in the station could hear.

Amy turned even redder than before. She could feel at least a dozen set of eyes on her, and had never been so humiliated in her life before.

The booking officer, a fat, balding man in his mid-fifties, smirked. "Got a live one, eh? Well – give me her stuff!" He had a hard time not staring at Amy's tits and pussy.

Mandy handed over Amy's belongings, and then glanced at Amy. "Damn – get Phil to give her a shower, before we put her in holding. She's filthy, this girl!"

"Lucky bastard!" the booking officer muttered. "PHIL!! Get over here!"

Amy yelped out in alarm. "And clothes!? You'll give me some clothes to wear!?"

The man rifled through her backpack, then winked at her. "Don't worry – I'll get you something to put on when you're done your shower."

The teen gulped as a tall skinny cop, who looked to be in his mid-forties, walked on over with a big shit-eating grin on his face. "My turn to clean up the vagrants, eh?"

Officer Phil led Amy into the dungeons of the police station, past a number of security doors, down a set of stairs, and past the lone holding cell, which was fairly large and held a number of disagreeable men at the moment. Phil stopped for a moment and fumbled for his keys, which gave the prisoners a chance to whistle and ogle at the tiny girl for little while longer.

"Hey there, baby! You wanna party with us!?"

"Can I lick your asshole, sweet pea?"

"Want to see my eleven inch black cock, honey!?"

There were eight men in the holding cell, and they all looked rough and dirty, hillbillies for sure. Most were Caucasian, but there were a few African-Americans as well. They were all drooling at Amy, hollering perverted things at her as she stood with her back to them, trying to cover her bare ass-cheeks with her cuffed hands. That's when she noticed that five police officers had followed them down – apparently they were off-duty or senior officers, and wanted to see the show.

Finally unlocking the door, Officer Phil led Amy and the small contingent of officers down a narrow corridor. Amy was relieved once she was out of sight of the howling prisoners, but now she started to feel a lingering dread in the pit of her stomach. Phil stopped her as they entered a medium sized shower bathroom that had several showers at the far end. There was enough room for five showerheads at that end, but there were no shower stalls; instead it was very open. The entire room was tiled white, faded and old but not unclean. The other officers leaned against the wall near the entrance, smirking at Phil and Amy.

Phil unlocked Amy's handcuffs before heading over the side of the room where a smock, gloves, and some boots were. "Take off your boots, dear!" Then he started changing as well.

Sighing, Amy had no choice but to comply. She slipped out of her cowboy boots and stood completely naked before the six police officers. There was no point in covering herself, but for some reason – after rubbing her wrists for a bit – the nubile teenager covered her breasts and pussy with her hands.

In the meantime, Officer Phil had taken off his shirt (he had on a white wife-beater underneath) and put on the heavy latex apron. Next he put on the heavy plastic boots, which looked to be fisherman's boots. He decided to forego the latex gloves.

"Alright, honey," Phil ordered, "go to the shower over there!"

The five policemen behind him chuckled at his words. Amy obeyed the man and stood underneath the center showerhead, looking at him in confusion. "Did you want me to shower?"

Ignoring her, Phil picked up a hose on the ground and turned it on, abruptly spraying the blonde with incredibly cold water. Shocked, Amy shrieked out but could do nothing but turn around and let the man douse her. Soon the petite girl was drenched from head to toe.

She sputtered, "STOP IT!!"

Amy blinked, blinded for a few seconds, before realizing that Officer Phil was now lathering shampoo on her hair. She was too stunned to do or say anything for a few moments, and just let him do as he pleased.

He sensed Amy's confusion, and cackled. "I have the shittiest job here – which is to clean up the drunks. You know – when they've shit their pants or vomited all over themselves! But today?" Phil licked his lips. "Today – I've got the best job in the world!!"

Then Phil turned on the shower faucet, letting out warm water to wash Amy's long blonde hair. After a few minutes her hair was clean, and Phil shut off the shower. Next he pulled out a bottle of liquid soap and squirted it all over her chest, which began to quickly slide down Amy's wet body. Then he poured some soap into his palms and began to lather his hands up, looking at Amy's bosom hungrily.

Amy was flabbergasted and cried out, "NO!! I can shower myself!"

Phil chucked. "No can do! Mandy said you were a trouble-maker, so I gotta make sure things are done right!"

"EEEKK!!" the teenager squealed. Phil lathered hands had started off with her breasts, groping them lewdly to the amusement of his colleagues. She stammered, "Really – I – I'm NOT drunk!! I don't need – any – any – help to - OOWWW!!"

One of the officers asked, "Are those real, Phil?"

Smacking his lips, Phil mercilessly pinched Amy's strawberry nipples hard between his fingers, and replied, "One hundred percent real, boys! And by golly – they are magnificent!!" He even slapped them around a bit to show them how bouncy and natural they were.

"Dear Lord in Heaven - those are fucking humungous titties for such a tiny girl! You lucky son of a bitch!"

Enjoying himself immensely, Phil played with Amy's breasts for a good five minutes. "There – nice and clean!" he said.

Then, kneeling down, Phil lathered up Amy's slender tummy and waist, before briefly playing with the girl's snatch. As Amy quivered at his rough touch, he moved down to her fantastically slim legs.

He winked at her. "I'll get back to your pussy – I bet it'sreallydirty and needs some extra attention!"

"Oh ... God ..." Amy murmured to herself. Even though she hated her current circumstances and all the perverted men in the room, her body was getting turned on despite her resistance. She just felt so weird to be so exposed and titillated andused. And to get all wet and lathered up by this complete stranger - having his hands and fingers run all over her vulnerable body - got her cunt all tingly and moist.

Meanwhile, Phil loved the blonde's lean legs that only a teenager could have, and used both hands to massage up and down a leg, before washing the other one. Amy's skin felt amazingly soft and supple, and he especially loved the feel of her inner thighs. Each time his hand crept up that magical juncture between the girl's legs, she would quiver at his touch.

After a while he tired of just washing Amy's legs, and his hands crept up her sensitive snatch, making the teen moan at the illicit contact. She had the most perfect pussy he'd ever seen, Phil noticed. He knew he was the envy of his colleagues at the moment, and he savoured each and every caress he gave Amy's sweet young flesh, exploring her tender nooks and crannies, before plunging a few wriggling fingers up her. At first his digits were only up the girl's cunt a few inches, but soon he was exploring her love-hole knuckle deep.

"Wash that cunny thoroughly, Phil!" said one of his colleagues.

Another officer spoke out as well. "Is she a dirty little bitch!?"

"Oh fuck – she's a dirty little one, for sure!" Phil exclaimed, completely absorbed the girl.

The feel of her tight, inviting pussy was incredible, especially when he played with it so thoroughly that the blonde began to whimper and moan out loudly, her body aching for release. Every now and then Phil would pull out his fingers, drench them with liquid soap, and then cram them back up Amy's snatch, which was soon a soon a frothy mess.

But before she could come, Phil made Amy turn around so that the panting girl faced the back wall, with her hands stretched out to hold herself up against it in order to hold her steady. She was bent over slightly with her ass sticking out towards all the policemen. Phil squeezed liquid soap all over her back and ass-cheeks, then began to soap her up from the rear. He started rubbing the girl's back and moved downwards, until he was kneading her delicious teenage rear, working out a good soapy lather, all slick, wet and foamy.

"Oh God!" said Amy, getting all horny as Phil's fingers delved into the crevice of her ass-cheeks, unable to control herself as the man cruelly polished her two most sensitive orifices until her legs were unsteady and her body was trembling. When the blonde peered behind her shoulder and saw the other five policemen ogling her intently, Amy's pussy got even wetter, to her everlasting shame.

Phil smacked her ass wickedly a few times, drawing a squeal from the teenager and a round of laughter from his five colleagues. "Look at this fucking ass – utter perfection! God damn!"

"I think you should search her anally – for the safety of the prisoners, of course!" said one of the officers. "She could be a devious little criminal and we need to take precautions!"

The men in the room chuckled at that statement, and Phil said, "Well, I think you're right, Carl! Safety first!"

With that said, Phil placed a finger right against Amy's tender rosebud sphincter, making the girl undulate her hips and gasp out in disbelief. "OH GOD - NO!" She couldn't believe this was happening again – her asshole was about to invaded once more!

The bastard's fingers broached her defenceless rear entrance ruthlessly, causing Amy to cry out because she was still sore from the earlier anal sex. But Phil went deeper and deeper; his thick digits crept into Amy's asshole until he was all the way in, fidgeting about until he pulled out evidence of a semen-filled cavity.

"Phil – how does that asshole feel? Find any weapons!?"

"Shit – no weapons, but this is a freshly fucked asshole. Look at the spunk on my fingers, boys!" said Phil, holding up his cum-stained fingers.

The five officers all hooted and hollered at that revelation, while Amy hung her head down in shame. She didn't say anything, because – honestly – what could she say? Then for the next ten minutes Amy couldn't say anything except to shout out curses at the officer manhandling her. Phil began to squirt the liquid soap directly into her rectum, then twirled his fingers around in her ass roughly, before sticking up the water hose and then filled up her insides with a gush of water. Next he made her squat and void the frothy, filthy mixture of fluids onto the tiled floor, which was awfully discomforting for the squirming blonde with six men watching her. After this Phil repeated these steps over and over again until she had a totally clean anal orifice.

He knew this because once Amy's enema was finished, he then finger-raped her asshole, taking his fingers out to examine before ramming them back up her anal-pipe again. Phil did this again and again, much to the teenager's dismay, until her throbbing asshole had cleared his "inspection." By this point the gorgeous blonde was a writhing, undulating mess, and she welcomed Phil's spraying water all over her for a final washing.

"There she is, boys, totally clean!" Phil proclaimed.

One of his colleagues laughed. "You lucky dog!"

"Yeah – great work, Phil! I'm sure you hated every moment of it!"

"Shit – look at that wet slut. She's going to get it in the pen!"

Amy was dazed but caught that last remark. "Ummm – what are you talking about?" She looked at the officer who said that and noted that the man was a newcomer, and had probably just entered the room.

As Phil dried the petite young woman off with a towel, he looked up at the man and asked, "Charlie – what's the news?"

Officer Charlie couldn't take his eyes off of Amy. "We reached the girl's father – he's coming in tomorrow to bail her out - said a night in jail would do her good!"

All of the men in the room laughed and sniggered.

The blonde thought back to the holding cell with terror. "Oh GOD! You can't mean -"

Charlie handed her a pair of her shoes, taken from her suitcase. "Here – put these on!"

The teen – distracted from her line of thought – retrieved the shoes and put them on awkwardly in front of all the staring men. She was now pretty dried up with only her long hair damp. Someone had picked up one of Amy's favourite shoes: a pair of black leather hooker pumps with four-inch heels and were sexy and naughty at the same time. She knew she looked pretty hot wearing them.

Amy looked up at Charlie expectantly. "My ... clothes?"

"I left them outside – come on!" said Charlie, leaving the room.

All the police officers began to exit the room, with only Phil waiting behind for her. Amy looked at the man and then sighed. There was nothing she could do but follow orders, so the teen also left the room and soon found herself back in the holding cell. The eight prisoners were ogling her nude body once more, and the seven officers surrounded the pretty young teen in a semi-circle.

Throwing her some clothing, Charlie said, "Put these on, honey!"

Holding the outfit up, Amy realized they had picked out the skimpiest, most slutty thing they could find in her bags. It was her favourite black teddy that one of her ex-boyfriends had bought her. The teddy hung low on her chest with slinky spaghetti straps to show off her incredible cleavage, but then flowed down wide to just barely past her pussy. The part that wrapped around her bosom tightly - which added to the whole "tits spilling out" look – was made of a lace, gauzy material but you could still see her taut nipples underneath it. The rest of the teddy from the bottom of her breasts downwards was simply all loose and flowing, and was totally see-through.

"W-what about a bra and underwear?" Amy asked timidly. This outfit was way too revealing for her liking!

"Sorry, honey!" said Charlie, a big smile on his face. "You could choke someone to death with those things! I'm afraid you'll have to go commando tonight!"

Dumbfounded, Amy's jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me!?"

"No more questions – put it on!" Charlie ordered.

With no choice but to comply, Amy obeyed without any hesitation. She figured a skimpy outfit was better than no outfit at all! She stood in front of all the men with her hands hiding her crotch and wondered what would happen next.

Then one of the officers began to unlock the holding cell, and hollered to the prisoners, "You boys back up now! Phil – bring the girl here!"

The eight prisoners were more than happy to comply. They also couldn't take their eyes off the scantily clad young blonde, looking so hot and sweet in her racy outfit, and couldn't believe their good fortune.

Amy froze and was visibly shaken as she eyed the dirty men in the cell. She stuttered, "G-God! Y-you CAN'T be serious!! Are you saying I have to spend the night in there, with those animals!?"

Officer Phil took the girl by the arm and led her towards the cell. "Sorry, but these are regulations! We only have one holding cell, so in you go, honey!"

Even though she tried to resist, it was quickly apparent that doing so was useless – the man was simply too large for her. He threw her in the cell to the girl's intensifying horror, and the officer's quickly closed and locked the door. The officers all gazed at the panicking blonde with little remorse. In fact, they found it quite fun to play around with the teen in this manner.

"Please – you CAN'T do this!! This – this – oh GOD – you can't leave me here all night with these animals! They'll rape me!" pleaded Amy.

"Hmmm – you should have thought of that before you sucked a man's cock off, and fucked those five fellows with your asshole, honey!" said Phil sternly.

Now it was the prisoner's who turned all quiet, looking at each other quizzically. Had they heard correctly? Amy, holding the bars in front of her with clenched fists, swiftly eyed the men behind her and yelled out to the exiting officers. "WAIT!! Isn't there someone who's supposed to be watching over us! You can't ALL be leaving!!"

But all of the cops left the room then, and Amy was now alone in a barred cell with eight other strange men, criminals and drunkards who were now suddenlyhappythat they were arrested that day.

Turning around to face her fellow prisoners, Amy covered up her pussy with her hands and said, "Howdy, boys! T-that last thing – that O-Officer Phil said? He was just joking!!" The teen tried to smile at her lie, but it sounded false even to her own ears. Then the lovely teenager watched as the eight men slowly took off their clothes, her eyes wide as saucers as she observed their thick, long erections, ready and waiting for her. "Oh God..." she murmured.

One of the big black prisoners stared at Amy intently. "What's your name, blondie?"

Amy bit her bottom lip cutely. "A – Amy!?" said the girl nervously.

With her back up against the cell bars and a look of consternation on her face, the tiny blonde was slowly surrounded by a throng of naked men. Some of them were slowly stroking their dicks.

"P-please, stop! D-don't come near me!"

Several of the prisoners pulled Amy away from the bars, and now she was totally surrounded by them. Then eight pairs of hands began to touching and stroking her ripe young flesh, much to Amy's chagrin. It was too much for her to handle. She could barely comprehend everything that had happened to her today, the fucking, the cock-sucking, or the anal sex. All these mean, lecherous men abusing her gorgeous body, using her as a fuck-toy, and defiling her with demeaning, depraved acts.

And now it was happening again. Sixteen rough, dirty hands – struggling to find space – pinching and fondling her, all over. Several different sets of hands fought to pinch her incredibly hard but sensitive nipples, groping her incessantly and forcefully. It was even worse with her bottom orifices: so many fingers squirming about, straining to violate her pussy or anus, and breaching her repeatedly and relentlessly, over and over again.