Southern Justice (2)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

small confession here…i’ve done my novel writing for tonight, and was too tired to write a blogpost. I know this because i tried, and crashed and burned around 600 words…and then i went to my drafts folder and found that 90% of this story was written! Must’ve been interrupted by my kiddo’s when i was working on it, or my wife came home early or whatever…but just a few hundred words and voila! A post for you today!  

am planning to work on the final chapters of the Uralian series, so look for those later this week…

Its shaping up to be a flat-out busy week for me this week, but that’s life, and i’ll keep writing, including one “manditory humilating story” that Master is making me write for you all.  i love/hate when He does that!!  ~nilla~

 

She’dbeen sitting here for a while, and while she wasn’t happy about being behind bars, it sure beat the hell outta being stuck in her boyfriends shit car in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night.

At least here she didn’t need to worry bout gators comin’ to eat her!

She shifted on the hard wooden bench. Restless at last, she called out to the room beyond.

“Hello? Anyone out there?”

There was the sound of a chair scraping back, and then he was at the door, her “arresting officer”.

“What?”

“Don’t i get a phone call? A drink? A chance to pee? Something?”

“Haven’t booked you yet.”

She stared at him.

“Waitin’ on the Chief.” He turned and disappeared from view.

“I neeed to peeeee….” she hollered.

“use the bucket” his voice came from the other room.

She looked at the bucket in the corner of the cell. It was disgusting. No FUCKING way was she pissing into that gross thing. And the bars made her every move visible. Fucking shitfuck of a town.

She stumped over to the bench, and huffed down on it.

Twenty minutes passed as the need in her bladder filled. Repeated calls went unanswered and finally, knowing she’d piss her pants if she waited, she peeled down her jeans and squatted over the foul bucket. The relief was incredible, and her eyes closed at the release.  When her stream trickled to a few last drops her eyes opened. She shrieked a bit to see him, leaning against the doorjamb, smiling wolfishly at her.

“nice piss, and what a sweet ass you have.” He turned and went back into the other room, while she blushed. How fucking humiliating. She pulled a tissue from her pocket, dabbing at her damp crotch, dropping the spent thing into the bucket. She pulled her lacy thong up, and her jeans, trying to show as little skin as possible.

She wondered how it was that he’d been able to see her ass. It wasn’t like she had turned around…she peered over at the bucket, and noticed the small cam imbedded in the wall. Fuckin’ prick cop had been sneaking peeks of her ass!

“PERVERT!” she yelled, face pressed hard against the bars.

“Shut the fuck up, or I’ll add to your time.”

“NO FUCKING WAY! ON WHAT CHARGES, YOU JERKWAD?”

“assaulting an officer,” came his amused voice from the other room.

“ASSAULT?” She screeched. She pushed away from the bars, pacing the small confines of the cell. She muttered under her breath. The sound of laughter came from the front room, deeply male, and very amused. The sound of the outer door clanging open silenced them both.

She heard low murmurs, then the sound of feet coming her way.

He filled the doorway, his girth as wide as his height. The long mustache might have been handsome had it not been flecked with odd bits of ‘stuff’.

The Sheriff, it appeared, was back in town.

“Well, little lady, it appears that you’ve been a very naughty girl. Smokin’ dope, parkin’ on the highway, and attempting to assault an officer of the law.”

“We don’t abide by that sort of thing around here, and I’m afraid we’re going to have to do something about that.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” She exclaimed, jumping up from the bench. She grabbed onto the bars, pressing her face out beseechingly.

“Sir, i swear to you, that was not my baggie. i don’t smoke pot, i’ve NEVER smoked pot…and it’s my boyfriends car and it just died on me there and i was so scared about the gators and when the officer came i was so glad because i was so scared to be there  alone, and then …”

“Everyone always says that, little girl.” He swaggered up to the cell, key held hard in his right fist. He unlocked the door, stepping inside.

“nice tits.”

She gaped at him.

“Take off your shirt, darlin’ so we don’t have to rip it off of you.”

Her mouth opened wider. Her head shook of its own accord, no, no.

This could not be happening.