"Ooooooooh," she groaned as it slipped deep inside her belly like an uncoiling snake, joining her father's pulsating member already buried to the hilt...in her anguished rectum. She lay moaning and sobbing from the searing pain of the dual impalement and the forbidden pleasure at this double attention she was getting from two men. She lay sandwiched between the two of them, obscenely impaled on their giant cocks like an insect mounted on a board, with only the thin wall of flesh between her. The sick woman was gone, though, and in her place was a young girl who barely looked older than eighteen. Elle tried to strike up a conversation, but the girl was unreceptive so she gave up and settled down to try to go to sleep instead. She didn’t think she was there for more than an hour when the cell door was opened again. ‘Fuck this shit, can’t a girl get some peace around here?’ Elle’s cellmate grumbled. The officer standing at the door ignored her as she called out, ‘Elle Bronwyn.’ Elle. Sonny leaned over and demanded, “Tell me what the difference is.”“This is news; you getting killed is not,” Mike said.“You deserve everything these gangs are going to do to you,” Sonny said shaking his head.“What do you mean by that?” Mike asked.Sonny answered, “One of these days, killing policemen will have stopped being news. That’s the day they’ll start driving by your house and shooting at you because you arrested one of them. You’ll live in fear because it will be open season on policemen. It had been a clean hit but Jansen knew he'dangled himself to inflict the maximum amount of damage. The ref couldn't say anything and the other team were too concerned abouttheir fallen leader to go after him right then. When he came back to thesideline the coach told him to hit the showers as he didn't want a war onhis hands when the other team came to its senses. Jansen knew the coachwould really rather send him packing but the owner had personally signedhim and most of the other renegade.