Hickville

There's a small town in the middle of nowhere. Many of its residents are related, all of them are deviants. The sheriff is a madman, a powerful one with influential connections, and heads up an illegal operation known as the County Farm. This tale contains adult content and is intended for the mature reader. Excerpts: "Lila, one of our valued customers has reported her diamond ring stolen. She says you were lingering near her table earlier. She claims you stole it!"

"Oh my goodness, I would never do anything like that, ma'am!"

"I'm sure you're right, but the law requires a strip search. Mr. Byers is here on representing the county administrator to assure that everything is done in accordance with Ordinance 211. Here is an empty trash bag. Please deposit all your clothes and personal possessions into it for inspection."

- - - "Last year, a girl was passing through town and her car broke down just as happened with Brad. Instead of fixing it like we did for him, we put her in jail on a trumped up charge, had a cousin salvage and sell the parts of her car, then crunched up the chassis and sold it for scrap metal. She got transferred to the County Farm." - - - "We have about a hundred migrants and a dozen escort-girls. We prefer the illegals, because we can pay them less. They get paid by the basket and may come and go as they please. The escort-girls don't get paid anything other than room and board, but bring in five hundred to a thousand dollars a night and are kept shackled during the day. The laborers live in a twenty-five room boarding house where they pay a monthly rent. We also charge them for rides out to the fields. The girls reside in the barn where they have their own stalls, just like horses." - - - you're no kick-ass bitch. You're a candy-ass twerp. I could take that prod from you, shove it up a body orifice, turn it up to high and zap your worthless self into oblivion before the guard can save you, or you could listen to me. - - - He grabbed the top of the dress from behind and pulled it in separate directions. The sound of ripping fabric permeated the room. The family was aghast. - - - She chose the name Hot Pants with some random numbers to go with it and composed a tweet.

Ur sister Gina held against her will in Hickville. Needs help, be very very discreet. Sheriff complicit. Lives at risk.

Should she say more, maybe mention the farm? The sheriff comment should suffice, and there was not enough space for more details. Lila paused as she pondered sending the fateful message, then hit send.

Niko was a handsome and presumably wealthy man. Her mind drifted, perhaps he would be the knight in shining armor who would sweep her off her feet. Too silly, she thought, as she cleared her internet tracks from the computer and returned to the farm. - - - "Take off your clothes," Gina directed.

Jennifer winced, appearing about to cry. "Ohhh, I so don't want to be doing this."

"Good, good, all the better," said Lila. "It will be easy. Just reach behind you and pull down that zipper, let the dress fall to the floor."

She complied. Seeing the dead body on the floor was motivating.

"Hose and heels, all of it. Your boss wants you....."How does it feel, Jennifer? You're standing in front your fully-clothed peers, people you'll be seeing again, completely naked, about to be publicly fucked by your boss with his wife watching it all. Tell us what you're thinking." - - -