"Come on little birdy, time to get up."
Her head was pounding...how much had she had to drink last night? She heard something scrape open, and her vision blurred and swirled as she lifted her head off a cold hard floor.
"I said get the fuck up!", said a man in front of her. All she could even really focus on were a pair of shiny black shoes. The effort was already too much, she closed her eyes, and her head fell back down with a dull thud.
"OW!--" she yelled a moment later as a fist grabbed a handful of her shoulder-length golden curls, and in one short twist sought to pull her upright. "Get the fuck off me!" she shouted, and made to push off her attacker but only succeeded in nearly dislocating her own shoulders. It took her a second to realise her hands were securely cuffed behind her back.
The world was slowly coming into focus now as her panic set in. She was in a breeze block room with a small barred window, the side without breeze blocks currently had an open gate of thick metal bars. Had she been kidnapped? Her hands were cuffed and behind her, she couldn't see the man still holding onto the back of her head by her hair. From what she could feel her shoes and shirt had been removed while she was unconscious. She tried to twist away from him, but was met with only a violent yank that stopped her in her tracks.
"I wouldn't do that birdy. Then again it's not likely to get you in any more hot water than you're already in. If weren't already late to get you to the Sheriff I'd teach you a real fucking lesson here and now." said the man behind her, his drawl and his choice of words lending a verbal sneer to what he said. The mention of the Sheriff, the small look at a brown uniform with a shiny badge she'd got as she twisted herself, those added up to some pretty unpleasant results. Fuck, she thought, what the fuck did I do to end up here?
She remembered some of the previous day. Telling her dad she was going out, heading to the bus station, and staring out of the window for hours as the city turned to green countryside that turned to cracked and dusty land with scattered farms, and small rivers that drove green lines across the landscape. She'd known her friend Kayla had moved to Tightslit Creek with her father when he took over a local dairy. Kayla didn't have any choice in the matter, but at least it was a job, and her father could provide her with a freedom pass for as long as the business was running, she'd be safe.
They'd promised to text, and call. Largely to keep Kayla sane in the middle of nowhere. The two had been inseparable friends for as long as either could remember, and the thought of being parted had looked to drive a wedge between them for a while but they'd made up. The texts and calls came through for a few weeks, but then...nothing, silence. Kayla's number wasn't even in service any more. As the bus had pulled into town that evening Ellen had noticed that Tightslit Creek was little more than two roads, a couple of stores, and a bar with a few streets of houses all butted next to and around a shallow slow moving body of grey-green water she assumed was the titular creek. She knew Kayla was at one of the farms south of the town and...had she gone into the bar to ask about it...her memory became fuzzy there...
Yanking back on her head, and up on the cuffs at the small of her back the officer brought Ellen's thoughts crashing home to reality. She was forced to march practically blind through the dusty breeze block building, its walls already warming in what she could only assume was the early morning sun. Without knowing where she was going it was difficult to put one foot in front of the other and more than once she came close to losing her footing, one of her ankles was in agony which didn't help.
"Ain't you a pretty little thing. You got a body built for one of the farms around here. I bet you'd milk just fine. Shame you ain't there right now, would have saved you a whole load of trouble little bird. You know what, though. if'n the Sheriff didn't want to see you so bad we'd be back in that cell with you saying some sweet sweet prayers to whatever it is you believe in, and I would be balls deep in your ample little ass." said the officer, his teeth gritted slightly, a tiny bit of spittle landing near her ear as his brain poured forth every foul thing he'd have enjoyed doing to her if she hadn't, apparently, been on a timetable. The fact he hadn't had time to rape her this morning was some small comfort to Ellen in the circumstances as he continued to roughly force her through the roughly finished corridors of wherever it was she'd been left.
She couldn't really see what was going on around her with her hair pulled so tight that her view was all ceiling, but she could hear. Crying, the distant sound of flesh slapping on flesh, ringing phones, definitely the sounds you'd expect to hear not just from law enforcement, but what must also pass for the equivalent of a Bureau of Female Affairs office for these parts.
"Hold it right there, little bird", said the man as he briefly loosed her cuffs and hair to unlock a large metal door in front of him before shoving her inside, and closing the door behind them. The small windowless room was darker than outside while still being the same bare breeze block walls as elsewhere, the stark buzzing neon ceiling tubes of the corridors replaced by a more subtle colder shade. The only things in the room were stark and ugly boxy metal chairs, and a metal table, one of the tables was occupied by a man flipping through a folder, he didn't even glance at the pair as they entered.
"Here you go, Sheriff, this one's the little miscreant from the dive bar outside of town." said the man still pulling back hard on her hair.
"This fine example of womanhood got a name, deputy?" asked the sheriff.
"My name i--" she started but was interrupted by a swift tug on the hair that felt like it was going to break her neck.
"Whores don't speak unless spoken to, cunt" hissed the deputy before turning his more professional attention to the sheriff, "She couldn't produce ID when we asked her to on account of the cocktail of girlheaters and paralytics her drinks had been spiked with. Took us a good while frisking her before we could get some ID, she seemed to enjoy it, though." With this the deputy slid a hand into her shorts, and beneath her panties, an idle finger gently inserting itself into her. She wanted to be sick. "Looks like the girlheaters ain't worn off yet, chief, she's wetter than the creek bed in fall down there. You want her up on the table for you?"
"Set her down in a chair, and go find someone else to bother, Miller."
"Oh come on, a bit of fun won't hurt, not with what she's in for..."
"Yeah, and you can have all that fun later. Besides, I hear the Roscoe Twins were up protesting at the farms again, only came in about ten minutes ago, I know how much you enjoy that pussy."
"Roscoe twins? Yes sir. No one buys those fine pieces of ass before winter I should have enough cash saved up to buy the pair of 'em outright..."
The Sheriff grunted "Well it'd certainly save on men carting them back in here every few days, one step more out of line from either of them and you can forget buying them, I'll have them on forced export to anywhere that will take them. Their daddy has spared them a good beating once too often now. Think of it as your civic duty to stop them getting into too much trouble before you can buy them."
"I reckon I can do that sir", the deputy chuckled. He pushed Ellen forwards and sat her down in one of the chairs opposite the Sheriff. It was noticeable at once that the chair she was placed in had a back that allowed for her to sit with her hands cuffed behind her, and was, unlike the rest, bolted to the floor. The deputy leaned in behind her, and one sharp click later her hands were immobile, the cuffs secured to something behind her. "Later, little birdy. Don't get too lonely without me." he said in a mocking tone into her ear before running his tongue up her cheek.
