John Kellerman
Raped young runaway

CHAPTER ONE

"What you say your name was?" The big cop glowered down at Bobbie Ann.

She tried to make her voice huskier but it quavered just the same.

"Bob," she managed to get out. She could feel her small tits pressing out against the elastic band she used around her chest.

The cop's hand slipped up her belly, up across her baggy sweater. He grinned, and somehow she thought he looked even more evil smiling than frowning.

"Hey, Barney, I think we got a weird one here. This ain't no boy." He laughed. "Not unless boys are coming with tits this year."

Barney, the other cops swaggered up from alongside the patrol car.

The turning red light blinded Bobbie. She looked straight ahead, trying not to panic as the cop's hand searched lower now. We jerked the front of her jeans open and his fingers slipped under her panties. Bobbie gave a moan as he divided her cuntlips and drew his fingertip along the wet heat of her cuntslit.

"Ohhhhhh, don't!" she gasped. "Please, d-d-don't!"

The cop smelled his fingertips while she quickly re-buttoned her Levi's.

"She's a girl all right." He laughed, then pushed his finger under the other cop's nose. "Here have a whiff on me."

"God damn, that smells young," Barney said. "Let's get her off the highway here. I put her pack in the car." He looked gruffly at Bobbie. "You know, you could get in lots of trouble hitchhiking around there. Ain't that right, Joe?"

Joe's fingers tightened on her farm. "I'd say she's already in a lot of trouble."

Both men laughed as they dragged her to the patrol car and pushed her roughly into the back seat. Joe slid in beside her. He kept staring, and it made Bobbie's skin crawl. Barney pulled back onto the highway, and they drove for a few minutes without saying anything.

"Slim-hipped little bitch, isn't she?" Barney said over his shoulder.

"Yeah, but mostly it's all these baggy clothes she has on. Must pick 'em up at Goodwill or something. What I can't figure is whether she's queer or not. You on the lam from something." Joe looked hard at her, and Bobbie couldn't hide her trembling. "You're pretty young to be in trouble. What you do, stick a knife in your old man when he tried to rape you?"

Both cops thought this was uproariously funny.

Bobbie cringed. She was chewing her lip now. She could feel where the cop's finger had rubbed between the lips of her cunt. As much as she hated him, her cunt mound tingled and felt swollen and hot.

Suddenly, Joe grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth. She struggled, but it was like fighting a bear. She could smell the leather of his jacket and his aftershave, feel the roughness of his beard as he pushed his tongue between her teeth. She sagged, breathing rapidly through her nostrils as his hands explored her body again. He was under her sweater, pulling the elastic band down from her tits. She couldn't stifle a moan as his palm excited her small pink nipples. His kiss deepened, forcing her mouth wider. He opened her jeans again and quickly found her cunt.

"Mhhhuuuhh," she gasped, unable to twist away from his mouth. Her heart pounded and her hands fluttered helplessly against his big chest. The cop's finger was gliding up and down her cuntslit now.

Ohhh God, why did he want to touch her there? It made her feel so giddy, so weak, like she wasn't even sane any more. Her cunt grew battery, and she could hear the sickening sound of her cuntlips clinging around his knuckles. She couldn't smother her panting excitement – she'd never been able to. Whenever a man touched her, she went to pieces. Wasn't that one of the reasons she'd decided to travel incognito in the first place? For a girl like her, the world was a dangerous place. But now her disguise wasn't doing her any good.

The cop's finger was mashing her clit now, massaging it. He kissed her harder as her sensitive nub rose from its hood and throbbed hotly against his touch.

"Uhhh… uhhh…" she panted, her eyes half-closed now.

The cop let her go suddenly and took his hand away from her body. Bobbie lay in the corner by the door, panting softly. She was too weak to move.

"She's no queer chick," Joe said. "Fact is, I think she's a hot, one."

"Oh yeah?" Barney grinned, trying to get a look at her in the rearview mirror. Maybe we oughta take her down to the reservoir and give her a little trial and sentencing. Save the county some money.

Joe didn't say anything for awhile. Bobbie found him looking into her eyes. His face had changed somehow, grown softer.

"Or we could let her go."

"Let her go?" Barney boomed. "Man, you must be getting weak in the skull." He whipped the patrol car onto an exit ramp, and the lights of the interstate faded behind them.

Joe lit a cigarette, and now Bobbie could see his rugged features in the glow of the ash. He looked something like Marlon Brando, a little like Robert Redford. There was a scar on his chin.

"What's your name – your real name?"

"Bobbie Ann Price."

Her lips still burned from his kisses. She hated him – but there was something else…

"You shouldn't be out hitchhiking, Bobbie Ann Price. There's lots of unsavory characters around."

"Like us," Barney put in, turning to get a look at her. "Why don't you pull off that damn baggy sweater of hers, Joe."

Joe didn't make a move. He just looked hard at Bobbie.

"Go ahead and take it off. Barney gets his kicks looking at schoolgirls."

"I'm not in school." Bobbie said, unsure as to why she bothered to mention it at all. "And I'm not going to take off my sweater."

"You sure as hell are," Barney snarled, the patrol car swerving as he turned to give her an ugly look. He slowed and turned onto a narrower blacktop road. It seemed to be getting quieter and darker, the deeper they went into the country. "Come on, make her take if off, Joe."

Joe nodded at Bobbie, his cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes showed he meant business. Bobbie grabbed the sweater at the bottom and yanked it over her head. The elastic band wasn't even covering her tits any more, so she took it off, too. Joe's expression didn't change, except for the flaring of his nostrils.

"Jesus," he murmured.

"What is it?" Barney wanted to know. He was driving slower.

"She's just a kid."

"Shit, we knew that, didn't we?" Barney found the dirt road he was looking far and pulled onto it. After another half-mile of bumpy riding, he braked and killed the engine and lights. "Get her outside. I want to see all of her."

Bobbie was yanked around the front of the car, and then Barney's big hands were working her clothes off. She stood there, trembling in the chill wind. Joe held a flashlight on her while his partner skinned her naked. Bobbie felt so white, so soft, so vulnerable.

Joe picked up her clothes and held them out to her. Bobbie gave him a weak smile and reached. But Barney slapped her hand away. When she looked over, there was a big ugly revolver in his hand. Joe's expression was still blank, but his jaw twitched below his ear.

"What's this?"

"You first, Joe. I'm pulling rank on you, boy. Gonna teach you how to enjoy the finer things in life." Barney shoved Bobbie onto her knees in front of Joe. "Get busy, baby. Unless you'd like to spend a month out at the women's detention camp. And I can tell you that the gals out there are even meaner than I am."

"You've flipped out," Joe said, still smoking his cigarette. Barney kept the gun on him.

"Go ahead, Bobbie whatever-your-name-is. Give this dumb cop a blowjob before I lose my patience."

Bobbie fumbled at Joe's uniform, finally getting his fly open. Her thin trembling fingers searched inside until she found his cock. It was hard and hot and throbbing, and the head was damp where Joe's foreskin had slipped back some. She'd only seen cocks in pictures before this, and her heart was pounding as she pulled the strange snake-like cock out into the white glare of the flashlight Barney held.

For a moment, Bobbie was hypnotized. She stared at the thick shaft, at the flared ridge under the clinging flesh of the big man's foreskin. That was the head. She knew they had heads – kind of knob that got fat when a man was excited. Her girlfriend back in Bakersfield had told her about that.

"Don't keep us waiting all night," Barney said, giving the flashlight a jerk. "Get your mouth on it."

Joe flicked his cigarette away. "For Christ's sake, Barney, haven't you had your fun?"

"You shut up! You're gonna get a blowjob whether you like it or not."

Barney worked a half-pint bottle from his leather jacket. He pulled at it hard, squeezing his flashlight under his armpit. The gun never wavered for an instant. Bobbie took a breath and put her hands on Joe's hat cock. Barney stepped closer, tapping her temple with the pistol barrel. Cold shivers went up her, and she gave a little moan and began to lick Joe's cock. There was only a small circle of his bluish cockhead showing, and she used her bottom lip and tongue to wet it with her spit.

Barney breathed harder, enjoying the erotic scene he was directing. Joe was breathing differently, too. And when Bobbie opened her big eyes and looked up into his face, he seemed sad and excited at the same time.

The touch of her lips against his cock made her dizzy. She'd never dreamed she'd ever do anything like this. Even her friends back in Bakersfield talked about it like something that happened only rarely. It wasn't exactly the best thing for a girl's reputation – not that she knew anybody who cared any more.

"Come on, come on, you're just fooling around." Barney waved the gun.

Bobbie didn't want to toe Joe's cockhead. She slipped her lips over his foreskin, trying to keep that hot barb from showing itself. But, the warm wetness of her mouth made Joe groan, and she felt his cocktip swelling. It stretched the foreskin back, pushing out nakedly against the trough of her tongue. It was like velvet, and a musky aroma filled her nose. She was breathing as hard as Joe was as she gingerly licked the strangely exciting shape of his cock.

"How's it feel, Joe?" Barney laughed. "She doing a good job?"

"God damn it, Barney, I'm gonna kick the shit out of you for this!"

"Hell, you'll thank me! I can tell you like her tongue. Look at you shaking!"

"Uhhh," Joe gasped, holding onto the fender of the patrol car.

There in the dust, Bobbie knelt, her naked body chilled by the breeze, her chin dripping saliva. She sucked him faster now, hoping to get it all over with. She knew vaguely that a man came when he reached a final crescendo of excitement. When a man came, it was like how a woman came in some ways. Bobbie had experienced the keen, fluttery thrills her finger could bring. She did it often – sometimes twice a day. But there was a difference between male and female, too. Stuff shot out of a man's cock when he reached a climax. An old girlfriend back in Bakersfield had showed her a knotted rubber once. Inside the tip swam a fluid that resembled partly congealed egg white. That was all she remembered. It didn't look like much.

Maybe Joe wouldn't let any of that stuff in her mouth. He seemed nice, he seemed to want to help her.

"Bring him off," Barney snarled, sucking more liquor from the bottle, then pitching it in to the weeds. "I want to see cum on your lips, you little bitch."

Joe staggered, both hands on the patrol car fender. He was breathing heavily, his big chest rising and falling under his leather jacks. Bobbie felt his cock throbbing. It jerked against the roof of her mouth, jerked again. Her hot tongue fluttered along the lobes under his cockhead. She didn't know anything about this, but she went on sucking. She was scared silly of that cop with the gun. He might do anything. She didn't want to make him angry. But Joe's cock was getting so hot and fat! The glans was pulsing now, and it seemed to be taking up her whole mouth.

Panting hoarsely, Joe reached out and put a hand to the side of her face. He petted her as if in apology. He looked into her face. His eyes were glazed with excitement, but she thought she saw affection for her there. Her tongue worked rapidly along the lumpy firmness of his hard-on. Her lips smacked wetly where they clasped his cockshaft halfway back. It was at least eight inches long, and she couldn't get any more of it in to her mouth without choking.

"God damn," Joe breathed, one knee jerking suddenly. His fingers closed in her hair, and he held his breath. The flashlight gleamed mercilessly at the point where Joe's big prick was fitted between her lips.

Then he came.

The spurting rush of fluid surprised Bobbie at first and she pulled back a little. But Barney growled and waved his gun, and she slid her lips forward again, her throat working to get the stringly slickness down. She could feel the tube surging under Joe's cockshaft. She could feel the hot cum boiling out onto the hollow of her tongue.

"Gllluuuhhh," she whimpered, coughing. A white streak trickled from her left nostril. She coughed again. Her tongue was dancing wildly, as if trying to escape.

Joe's fingers curled tighter, holding her there. His hips were moving slightly now, pumping his glossy prick in and out of her mouth.

She whined and shuddered. Hot strings of jizz dripped down her naked chest, between her small firm tits. Then Joe sagged back against the car and she knew it was over. His cock continued to pulse inside her mouth, but only a droplet oozed from the small slitted opening. His fingers relaxed at the side of her head.

His eyes were so strange. It was as if he were apologizing. Or was he thanking her? Or did he even give a damn?

"I'm sure as hell ready for her now," Barney said. He jerked at his belt.

"Aw hell, Barney let her go."

"Let her go? I'm gonna fuck her first."

"She's a virgin. You heard her tell you that, didn't you?"

"Let's see."

Barney grabbed her wrist and jerked her up. He pushed her backwards across the car hood. The metal was cold, and Bobbie whimpered pitifully. But the big man spread her knees and directed the beam of the flashlight into the glossy pink flesh where her cuntlips parted. Bobbie bit her lip as the man's finger explored her adolescent cunt. She felt a pressure against her cherry, then the finger went away.

"So what the hell if she is a virgin. She's gonna get poked some day by some scruffy hippy sonofabitch. We might as well open the door for him first, don't you think?"

"You're not going to do it, Barney."

"You're not gonna stop me. I'll cuff you to the God damn car and take your gun if that's what you want. But I'm gonna get me a piece of ass tonight." He looked hungrily at Bobbie's exposed cunt. "This little teeny bopper is too good to pass up. God almighty, I'll bet she's tight!"

Bobbie saw the cop jerk his pants down. He was keeping the gun on Joe all the time. He pulled her forward until her ass over at the edge of the fender. She saw his cock then. He pushed forward, and for a second the heat of it pressed against her cunt.

Joe hit him so fast that Barney didn't even say anything. Bobbie heard him grunt with pain as he crumpled forward. Joe's fist caught him in the back of the neck, and the man quickly collapsed to the around his pants half off. Joe took his gun.

"Get dressed, damn it!" he snapped. "I wish to hell we'd never seen you out on the highway tonight. There's gonna be hell to pay."

The next few minutes were confusing. Bobbie helped Joe put the other cop into the back-seat of the car. Joe handcuffed him and told Bobbie to climb in front. He drove her back towards the interstate without saying a single word.

"I want to thank you, but I don't quite know how," she finally mumbled.

"All I'm worrying about is my job now. Barney's had it in for me for a long time. I don't know whether the chief will take my word against his."

They were on the interstate now. Bobbie adjusted the wide elastic that pressed her tits flat against her chest. Her mouth tasted cummy. It gave her an odd tingle when site remembered how hot that stuff had been, rushing into her mouth.

Joe pulled onto the shoulder. "Get your pack and get the hell out." He stared straight ahead.

"I'm sorry about all this, but it wasn't my fault."

His stern expression softened. He looked at her. "No, I guess it wasn't."

Bobbie reached out before she thought, and took the big man's hand. She squeezed it hard.

For a second be smiled, then be said gruffly, "You'd better stay off the road. You're gonna get your fool self killed someday."

The patrol car screeched away from her and she stood there panting, her pack hanging heavily from one shoulder. It had been like some awful nightmare. But the after taste of Joe's cum made her feel sad, like she'd lost a friend. It was a stupid way to feel.

She clenched her teeth and stuck her thumb out at the approaching lights of a car. She was surprised when it slowed and pulled over. She ran up to it as a man leaned across to roll down the window. The car was a big white Lincoln. Expensive cigar smoke wafted from inside.

"Climb in, I almost didn't see you. You wouldn't be looking for a job, would you?"

Making her voice husky, Bobbie told him that she was. The car swooshed off and she nestled in to the luxurious seat and listened to the man's offer. But her thoughts kept slipping back to Joe, that crazy cop. He could have done anything he wanted to her. He could have gone along with his partner and nobody would have been the wiser. She licked her lips and touched a crusty place under her nose where his hot cum had overflowed.

"You'll get three bucks an hour for shagging cars, washing cars, charging batteries. It's a big car lot and we do a bustling business." The man tapped his cigar in the ashtray. He glanced at her. "You're a pretty skinny kid. How old are you?"

"Old enough."

"Run away from home, I'll bet."

"Yes, sir."

"Looks like you got a bunch of hair stuffed under that cap. I hope you're not one of them damn hippies."

"No, sir. I'll get it cut if you want."

"Hell, I don't care. Just as long as you do the work, you can have green hair." The man stuck his hand out. Bobbie gave him as masculine a grip as she could muster. "My name's Dan, the Car Man. What's yours?"

"Bob," she said quickly. "Bob Price."