He pressed his cock against her asshole and forced the head inside. Amy continued to weep, the sound increasing in scale and misery as she felt her asshole pulled open and something forced inside.
She didn't even know it was his cock, having never felt one back there, and having little experience with cocks anyway. Her eyes were closed and she was shaking as deep, gut wrenching sobs escaped from her.
Compared to the pain of her pussy the small ache in her rectum as he forced his cock up into it hardly bothered her at all. It was one added humiliation for her, but the pain in her pussy was far more important.
She didn't even look around as he forced his cock way up into her butt hole, not until he jammed it in to the hilt and his balls and hips pressed firmly against her ass cheeks, did she realize what it was he had done, what it was that he had pushed into her asshole.
She didn't bother protesting, but the knowledge brought a fresh burst of sobbing and moaning from her as Paul slapped his hands down on her ass cheeks and laughed in pleasure. He began to fuck his cock up her ass with fast, deep strokes, sighing in satisfaction as he drove his cock up into her belly.
"There you go," he cooed. "Isn't that niiiiice!"
His cock pistoned steadily, evenly, in and out of her asshole as she sobbed in misery and pain. His hands slid up and down her body. He pushed his hands under her chest and squeezed her heavy breasts, his fingers digging into the thick, fat meat.
He mashed his fingers into her tits and forced her chest up off the table, pulling her back against him. She continued to weep and moan as he slid his lips down on her throat and began to lick and suck on the nape of her neck.
His fingers kneaded her big tits roughly, mashing the meat up and down and around in circles, working the soft, malleable meat with his hard fingers, forcing deep furrows in the round perfect balloons, making it ooze out between his fingers.
He continued to thrust his cock up into her asshole, driving it almost straight up into her asshole as she moaned and sobbed and begged him to stop.
He sighed happily, letting his fingers sink into her full, fat, soft tit flesh as he gnawed at her throat and felt her asshole sucking on his cock.
"Ooh, babbby!" he moaned. "You are sooo hot. You're gonna make me soooo much money."
He mashed his balls up into her soft buttocks, grinding himself against her. He humped up into her with faster motions, using short, sharp little thrusts to punch his cockknob against the very deepest part of her asshole. She grunted repeatedly in response, gasping and groaning as she was punched in the guts… from the inside.
He reached up and gripped a thick mass of her tangled blonde hair, then twisted her head around cruelly, mashing his lips down on hers to silence her cries of pain. He forced his tongue into her mouth as he rutted against her soft ass cheeks and twisted her tit flesh.
"Dirty little slut," he gasped. "Little fuck-pad!"
He ran his right hand down her body to her thigh, then jerked her right leg wide, unbalancing her, almost dropping her forward onto the table again. But he still held a thick mass of hair in his left hand.
She cried out in pain as he forced her head way back and spiked his cock up deep into her belly with unrestrained violence. His big prong was a blur as it rammed up into her again and again, reaming out her tortured, aching little bung hole.
He bit down on her throat, tasting blood, then sucked on it as he felt his balls blowing. He cried out, the sound muffled by her flesh, as his cock exploded. A massive flood of silvery white jism jetted up into her round rectal chamber, giving her a sperm enema.
"Yes! Yes! Ohhh yesss!" he groaned, grinding his pelvis into her soft teenage ass. "Oohhh, babyyyyy," he sighed.
He let go of her hair and let her slump down across the table, shivering and whimpering, clutching her arms around her sore tit bags. He pumped a few more times in her asshole, his cock softening very quickly after that massive blast.
Then he slid his cock out of her and panted her ass lovingly. "You're one fine little piece of girl flesh, baby," he said. "The guys will love you."
Amy was left alone for over an hour in the small room, though her clothes, and even her glasses were taken from her. She sat gingerly on one of the table, weeping for a long time, gently probing her sore pussy and asshole, looking for blood, or some other sign she had been torn open. She didn't find any. On the other hand, the world looked very blurry without her glasses.
She was totally confused about what had happened, about why Paul had done that to her. What had she done to deserve this anyway! She wondered if it was true that they'd somehow found drugs in the car. How could there have been!
She huddled there, shivering and sniffling as she waited for them to bring her some clothes. She wanted to call her parents right away and tell them to come and hurry and get her out.
Paul showed up finally, and tossed her a blue dress. "Put this on, baby," he said.
She took the thing gladly and pulled it over her shoulders, gazing up at him with wide, frightened eyes. The thing was very tight, but she wasn't about to complain. She had to tug it hard to get it over her chest, and then jerked it downwards to her hips. It was very short, barely covering her loin.
"Come on," he said, motioning for her to stand.
She stood up meekly.
"Can… can I call my parents!" she gulped.
"Later," he said.
"Can I have my glasses?"
He spun her around and handcuffed her wrists together, then led her by the arm out of the room. They headed down the hall, not towards the front but towards the back, and then opened a door that led outside.
There was a police car waiting there and he pushed her into the back seat, then got into the front and pulled away from the station.
"Where are we going!" she asked.
"You say, Sir when you talk to me."
"Whe… where are we going, Sir!" she gulped.
"We're going to the County Jail."
"But… but why!"
"That's where we keep drug dealers and smugglers and whores and other lowlifes."
"But I… I didn't do anything."
"Oh no. Want to bet. Your record says you were caught selling cocaine to minors."
"What! What record!" she asked in confusion.
"Your criminal record. Not only that but you were convicted of arson, prostitution and child abuse."
"But… but that's crazy. I didn't do any of that!"
"Sure, sure. That's what they all say," he sighed.
"But I didn't! You can ask my parents!"
"Now, now no point denying it any more. You've already been sentenced. You'll have the next twenty years to try and make it up to society."
"But… but… sentenced! I… I didn't do anything!"
"Don't worry, County Jail can be a nice place as long as you're a good girl and do as you're told."