Deep South - Chapter 1

I woke up in a daze.  The last thing I remember, Cassy had gotten into an argument with a police officer.  We were in the Deep South, on a vacation.  We probably were going too fast when we were pulled over.  One thing led to another, and, if I recalled correctly, alcohol was involved.

I looked around to see I was in a cage, or, more importantly, WE were in a cage.  There were four of us:  me and my girlfriend, Cassy, and my friend Trevor and his girlfriend, Wendy.  The four of us were all conscious, all locked up in a tall cage in a dark room.  The room itself seemed dusty and old, like it wasn’t a room that was well taken care of.  There were a few desks with what looked like random assortments of paper.

“Where the fuck are we?” Cassy asked, irritated.  She was sitting on the floor, her narrow back against the bars of the cage.  She was clearly in a less than good mood.

“I don’t know…” I said.  “Honestly I don’t remember much of what happened.  It all happened so fast, I just have this pounding headache-”

“Probably where Officer Dickhead bashed you over the head with a club,” Trevor said.  He was having about as good a time as Cassy.

“Well how the fuck are we gonna get out of here!?” asked Cassy.  Wendy simply looked scared in the back.

“We have to calm down,” I said.  “Maybe we got carried away last night.  I’m sure if we’re kind and respectful, they’ll cut us a deal.”

I could hear footsteps from outside, but Cassy wasn’t done.

“There’s not a shot in Hell I’ll ever-”

“Too bad y'all ain’t in Hell,” came what I could only assume was the Sheriff’s voice.  He rounded the corner and walked into the room.  He wore an outfit like a cop, with a hat and a fancy badge you could tell he kept shiny.  “Least not yet.”

“Let us go, fucker!” Cassy yelled.

“I think what she is TRYING to say,” Trevor said, giving her a sharp look.  “Is that we are really sorry for breaking… whatever laws it was that we broke, and we’d be more than happy to pay the fines and get out of here.”

I nodded at Trevor.  He was always the bigger of us; I was only 5’5, so actually very short.  That explains a little of why Cassy was the stronger personality.  And as far as friends went, Trevor was the stronger personality as well.  But he must have sensed the urgency of the moment, the serious predicament we now found ourselves in.

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple,” the officer said.

My heart sank.  I assumed everyone else's did as well, but I was busy looking at the officer and didn’t want to see the look of disappointment behind me.  I got on my knees, which was up from my butt, and gripped the bars with my shaking hands.

“Sir, what is it that we did?” I asked.

“How much you had to drink, boy?” he asked.

To be fair, I didn’t know the answer to that question.  And I was clearly a lightweight, so it didn’t take much.

“No boys and gals, I’m afraid the Judge ain’t here yet, and won’t be here ‘til Wednesday.  And seeing as it’s Saturday morning… well, I’d say y’all better get comfy in your little cell here, understand?”

“Wednesday!?” Cassy barked.  “We can’t wait that long!  Can’t we just pay you bail and have a court date later?”

“‘Fraid not,” he said.  We all heard a big banging noise from down the hall.  “But looks like y’all might actually have some company.”

We turned to see a man, somewhat younger than the sheriff, escorting a rambunctious young man through the door.  The man did NOT want to be taken into custody, that much was clear from his flailing, but he was still restrained with handcuffs, so he didn’t appear to be going anywhere.

“Let us go, you fat bitch!” came another scream.

In walked a woman so fat, I was convinced space had warped around her to let her pass through that door.  She had long blonde hair and rosy cheeks, and her blue police outfit did nothing to hide two of the biggest, fattest breasts I had ever seen.  She seemed proud to let them bulge out as much as they did.  Her ass was gigantic as well, so much so that she almost resembled a giant globe, if it weren’t for those breasts.  Overall, I could only assume she weighed more than all four of us combined.

It took a second to realize that she was also carrying two men on her shoulders, each of them flailing and trying to break free, and cussing up a storm.  They looked like small children compared to her.  I didn’t know how they had the energy they did; if a woman like that was carrying me around like I was nothing, I would be humbled and, more importantly, quiet.  She looked like she could sit on both of them at the same time with her giant ass and crush them into dust.

“Where are we putting them, Daddy?” she asked the sheriff in a surprisingly high-pitched voice for a girl of her size.

“Let’s put them in this cage next to these goofballs,” the older man said.

It was then that I noticed the cage next to us.  I guess it didn’t register, but there were a number of cages in this room.  At the present time, they were empty, so that must have been why I didn’t notice, but now it was clear; this was a room to store captives.  I didn’t want to say criminals, because I didn’t think of myself that way.

The younger man opened the cage and thrust the man in handcuffs into it.  He stumbled forward, but was able to get a hold of the bars even in handcuffs.  The fat woman was next.  She approached the cage.  She grabbed one off her shoulder with one hand gripping his neck.  She effortlessly tossed him into the cage.  He landed hard on his hands and knees, but he was too afraid to do anything about it after witnessing her intense power.

The other one… not so much.  He continued kicking and screaming.  His foot was kicking into her big belly, but it wasn’t having any effect.

“Toss him in, Daisy!” the smaller officer said.

She grabbed him by the neck like the last one, but this time, she held him so his face was now in front of hers.  Seeing his legs dangling in front of her made me realize she was also pretty tall.  Considering he was off the ground, she was probably over six feet tall, and weighed lord only knows how much.

“I need you to calm down, okay Honey?” she asked the smaller man calmly.  He continued to struggle.

He spat in her face.  With her free hand, she wiped it off, and then with a mighty throw, she tossed him into the cage.  He landed hard on his back, but luckily didn’t crack his skull on the tile floor.

She turned to face the sheriff.

“Sorry for being late, Daddy,” she said.  “These two were speeding something fierce out on the highway, we had to chase them down, then they started to run.  You know I have a hard time catching people, but once I did…”

“It’s okay, Daisy,” the sheriff said.  “While you two were out galavanting around town, I wrangled this saucy bunch.  Look at this one.”

He pointed at me.

“Don’t look more than a hundred pounds, I reckon your left tit weighs more than he does, would you agree?”

“Hey, that’s my boyfriend you’re talking about!” Cassy barked.

Daisy ignored her.  She looked me up and down, mostly down.  For someone as big and imposing as she was, I actually didn’t sense ill intent with her.  It was almost like she was trying to…

“Daisy!  He’s getting out!” yelled the other cop.

I realized that they never actually locked the rowdy mens’ cage.  I think they assumed they had intimidated them enough that they wouldn’t try to make a break for it.  They were wrong.  The one that spat in Daisy’s face kicked the door open and had made it as far as the door.  A fat hand grabbed a hold of his hair, and there was no escape from there.  She yanked him back and, in one swift motion, slammed his face into our cage, so his face was up close to mine, pressing hard against the bars.

“Now you’ve left me no choice, Sugar,” Daisy said, not an ounce of strain in her voice as he pressed him into the cage.

“Let me go you fat whore!” he muttered.

She rattled him against the bars, and he grimaced in pain.

“Like I said,” she continued.  “I have to break one of your ribs, so you can’t run away again, understand?”

“No…” he said.  “I promise, I won’t run away!  I’ll be good, I swear!”

“It’s too late for that, Sugar,” she said calmly.

She rotated him around so now he was facing her.  She put both of her meaty arms around his waist, leaving him dangling and desperately trying to break her bear hug.  Her strength was far too great for someone so much smaller.

“Now I’m just gonna squeeze really gently, okay?” she asked.

“Break that boy's bones, Daisy!” the other cop said.

“Please!  Dear god please don’t!”

It didn’t take much effort.  In fact, I didn’t get the sense that she strained at all.  It was almost like she had complete control of the small man’s body, and she could have broken any bone in his body, much like she was just pressing a button on a keyboard.  We all heard the little snap, and she maintained his body, even as he screamed in pain.  His arms no longer had the strength to try to break free, and dropped limp by his sides.  His head slumped down and now rested on her massive chest, a small pool of drool forming on her left breast.

“Let that be a lesson to the lot of you,” the sheriff said to our cage.  “One wrong move, and Daisy here’ll make sure you straighten up.”

Daisy looked at me with a hint of concern, still holding the man in her arms.  His head wasn’t even close to being as big as one of her breasts.