All Hat, No Cattle

Hitchhikers, petty criminals and pretty men selected at random are grazed and milked electronically.

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Larry wasn't entirely sure, but it seemed after a while that blue
and white Parish Constable cars passed him with increasing freq-
uency on RR 29 near Bossier City. Then 3 of them converged to trap
him in their headlights and he knew things had taken a turn for the
worse; he had no idea..

A wiry woman of about 45 woke him at 6 am, grabbed him by the nape
of his muscular neck, and forcibly bent him over the washstand in
what appeared in the early sunlight to be a cell made entirely of
stainless steel.  With her other hand she released his belt and
pulled his jeans down to expose his buttocks.  He lurched and made
an explosive grunting noise as she matter-of-factly inserted 2, 
maybe 3 fingers into his rectum, rotated them back and forth and
withdrew, all in the space of less than a minute.  Keeping him
more or less immobile with one hand gripping his neck in what felt
like talons of iron, she then lubricated the passage quickly and
forced some sort of lozenge deep into his lower intestine. 

What followed remained Larry's solitary fantasy for the nightmare
period that was to come.  The woman, darkly authoritative and very
well-conditioned, lowered his jeans to his knees, extracted his
penis and scrotum from his briefs, and after examining both very
carefully, applied a bluish antiseptic-smelling liquid.  She then
ran hot water into the metal washstand and rinsed his genitals with
what seemed to be more enthusiasm than absolutely warranted.  His
penis swelled and began to erect even before she began to masturbate
him.  She dandled his testicles, squeezing the scrotal sac almost
painfully until he was fully erect, his penis a deep red, the sens-
itive skin stretched shiny.  Astonishingly, the woman reached into
the Eisenhower jacket of her uniform, produced about a foot of 
snub-nosed glass tubing and acting with practiced dispatch, inserted
it into Larry's urethra, all the while pinching his foreskin and
rolling its inflamed flesh between her index finger and thumb.  He
came with such force and in such volume that the tube moved visibly
out of the end of his penis by about an inch before she caught it.
"You're a regular pistol, aren't you", she observed, stoppering the
the catch-bottle into which his semen had been ejected with such
force.  "I'll be back after this is tested.  Pull up your pants."

[to be continued]