Don't Fuck with Community Service

[SoftGameHunter]

Teaser: A traffic ticket and a smart mouth got Tanya a Saturday of community service picking up trash. Bad luck got her a lot more. But the system doesn't look kindly on anyone who fucks with community service.
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Title: Don't Fuck with Community Service
Author: SoftGameHunter

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Don't Fuck with Community Service

Tanya stood at the corrections office burning. Burning with shame at being there, mostly because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut when dealing with that cop and the traffic ticket. Burning with rage at the system that allowed him to call her sweet-buns and honey cheek throughout the pullover. Burning with self-consciousness at being mostly alone among the dregs of society hanging out there on a Saturday morning. It was only community service, so why did they all look like gang-bangers, wife-killers, and South American drug dealers? The most respectable looking one there, aside from the other women like herself, most of them anyway, was obviously a pimp. Well-dressed, but a pimp nonetheless.

“Aright, y’all know the routine now! We gots seven different options. Hand up to volunteer as I read ‘em off or you go on the last one, scrapin’ roadkill off the median of the parkway over by the construction zone. They got the asphalt mixer running today, and it’s upwind.”

Construction zone. Asphalt. Roadkill. Public. And a July high that would bake the devil out of a roadhouse. Tanya stood fuming and pissed. When the man spoke up about a work detail out in the country she shot her hand up. So did a ton of others. Out in the country, where Sheila Jackson and Rose LaRue would definitely not being seeing her and wagging their tongues about it.

“Tanya Devereaux, take a place in line,” he barked. She strode over to her place. One day, she kept reminding herself. One day would do it for her. But as she stood and more ‘volunteers’ took their place beside her, she realized she was the only woman. The group had to be at least one third women. But they weren’t taking this work detail. She wordlessly took the bright orange jumper a guard handed her and put it on. It wasn’t a full-body thing, but it extended down to her knees and would be extra warm in the summer heat. They called up twenty people in all. She was it for women, and the men were looking at her none-to-happy. A fleeting thought asked her why they were so miffed. A fleeting answer told her. No sex-talk. No locker-room banter in general. Half of them were probably already friends. It wasn’t like they could flirt her up. She was just flat out unwanted there.

“Next up,” the jail officer barked as her group was led away. “Reading to old-folks in the nursing home. Let’s see some hands.”

“Are you shitting me?” she muttered under her breath, none too quietly. But there was no turning back. She walked along out to a single correctional bus and climbed on. Sitting herself down, she noted the obvious connection spots all over the place for restraining prisoners. None of it was in use then, but she imagined all this plus shackles. Chains. Straightjackets. This was a place of suffering and despair. A transport to hell, from hell, for the damned. But for now, it was for community service schmucks like her.

“Aright, ladies, listen up,” the jail sergeant in charged barked at them. “This is standard roadside litter clean up. It’s just community service, so those of you that know me from your time in jail can just relax. I ain’t bustin no heads today. In fact I don’t much care what you do as long as you make route seventeen sparkle with litter-free goodness. You want to run off, run off. I ain’t chasing you or shooting you. I’ll just write your name in a book. Or someone else will when the bus gets back without you, and you can tell it to the cops when they come calling. Do me the favor of leaving the orange jacket behind. It’s easier for bookkeeping.”

“How we supposed to get laid in these ugly things?” someone in back yelled, to minor laughter.

“Zip it, Johnny. That’s one thing that is different today. You’ve got a lady among you, so you’re all on chivalry duty today. So there’s no cussing, no sex talk. I don’t want to hear about tits, boobies, cunt, hooters, ass, buttcake, fur pie, nips, melons, crotch gas, creampie, hangers, crack, blowjobs, suck jobs, or doggie style from any of you! Got that? Good!”

Tanya sat there, alone on her bench seat, feeling the fearsome gaze of nineteen angry men burning into her from behind, and a few in front. The sergeant, Heckworth according to his name tag, maybe meant well. She doubted it, after that long litany. And she wouldn’t have cared in the slightest. Not one damn bit. She had a mouth that could keep up with the best or worst of them. But their anger was tougher to take. It was brutal, universal, and cold.

The bus reached its destination outside of town. Getting off into the rising heat, Tanya could see they had their work cut out. Litter alongside the road was everywhere. She ended up holding a bag while three men poked at and cleaned up the debris. The whole regiment of pseudo-prisoners was spread out over a quarter mile or so, working in small teams. And Heckworth hovered over her team most of all. She was glad for the protection.

“Catch the game last weekend?” one of her teammates said to another.

“Caught the cheerleaders,” he began to respond.

“Zip it, Hector,” Heckworth said. “You’ve got a lady present.” Tanya’s cheeks flushed as the three men shot her angry glances. Their eyes were boring into her skull, undressing her body with the same eyes. Stripping her brutally. Smacking her to the ground. Kicking her ass as she tearfully tried to crawl away from them, only to yank her back and set on her with angry cocks.

“Yeah, Hector, mind the la-dy!” one of the others mocked.

“Sergeant, I’m just fine, okay,” she tried to say. She had to defuse the tension somehow.

“That right?” he replied curtly. “Well that’s super.” he sauntered off to do the rounds. It was just him and the driver, another jail guard. Guard wasn’t even right. None of them were restrained. It wasn’t a chain gang.

“I’d sure like to talk about my chick, Carla,” one of them said.

“How is she these days?”

“Can’t really talk about it,” he said, glancing at Tanya. “Wouldn’t be pro-per.”

“Hey, don’t clam up on my account, jerkweed,” she said straight to his face. She’d been nervous, but this one was making her pissed off. “I didn’t write the rules.”

“Rules, heh,” another said. They wordlessly continued picking up trash for a while longer.

“Hold the fucking bag open!”

“Watch that tongue!” Heckworth yelled from two teams away.

“I’m holding the goddamned bag open!” Tanya hissed at him.

By lunch she was at the edge of her nerves. Even if it was just community service, she felt like she was at the mercy of a chain-gang of killers and rapists. At least she was teamed with a different trio after lunch, but it was proving worse than the last within a few minutes. One of them kept whispering vulgar words under his breath, out of Heckworth’s hearing but very much in hers, all while the other two giggled at it.

“Cunty cunty, fuck fuck fuck,” he whispered in a sing-song tone. “Bang the pussy, pay a buck. Watch the clap, you’re out of luck. Gotta find a brand new bitch to fuck.”

“Fuck yeah,” one of the others said, laughing.

“Alright, maybe you can just zip it!” she snapped.

“Hey, where’s Heckworth?” another of them suddenly asked, looking around.

“Where? I don’t see him,” Tanya said.

“Yeah!” She cried out as the back of his hand smacked her mouth and she fell over, dropping the bag as she hit the ground.

“What the fuck!” she screamed, but then one of them kicked her on the side of her head. She flopped down in a heap, suddenly realizing she was in deep shit. As she stared up, she saw a large rock in one of their hands.

“Scream, bitch, and I’ll bash your skull in!”

“Such a pre-tty skull, too,” another said.

“Get your pants off!” her assailant said. “Now, bitch! We ain’t got a lot of time!”

“I, I won’t!” she stammered, looking around but seeing only another team, two of whom were from her morning group.

“Get those goddamned pants off, bitch!” he almost yelled, grabbing her and pulling at her pants. She tried to scream and fight him off. It was awkward for a minute, Tanya holding him off with all her might. But then he remembered to hurt her. His fist connected with her nose, sending her back to a sprawl, dazed and hurting. She felt them tugging her pants down, exposing her flesh to their gaze and to the rocky ground along the roadside. She saw, like as if through another woman’s eyes, as they flipped her doggie-style and began to fuck her. She hadn’t seen his pants go down at all. But she felt the hot pain of a cock sliding into her too fast, too dry. Not that her body didn’t respond in a little while. For a minute she had to take a painful dry reaming out until she got enough moisture going. But she didn’t dare scream again. Her nose felt broken. She was bleeding from several head cuts and bruises.

“Yeah, alright!” her assailant hooted as he stiffened and dumped his load into her womb. Her mind raced. Where was she on her cycle? Had she taken the pill that morning?

After the man shoved her back down, as she lay sputtering and shaking in the dirt without her pants or shoes on, the other three looked down at her. Contempt and hate spilled over their faces. “Please, no more,” she said as they stepped closer.

“Fuck this bitch!” one of them snapped. She felt a punch to her gut. Now they tore at her orange jumper and then at her real shirt. It wasn’t enough to rape her. Only the one of them was that desperate for her body. The next two wanted her soul. Or her clothes. They tore at the fabrics until she lay there stark naked. And as the next one of them shoved her to her back and pushed her legs apart, she caught sight of another group quickly heading over.

Rescue, or joining in.

Joining in. As her second rapist pounded her, she now saw seven men lording it over her, smirking, laughing, waiting their turn. Flies were unzipped, or pants removed entirely to wait. She grunted and he grunted as he shot his jizz into her womb again.

They were unleashed. She was flipped back again, and now took it doggy while one of them grabbed her hair and shoved his hard member into her face. “Suck it or lose teeth, you whore!” he sneered at her. She opened. He shoved it in. She didn’t even make much effort, but he face-fucked her using her hair and ears to shake her head up and down around his cock, the head hitting the back of her throat.

“She doesn’t even gag. She’s cock-sucking pro, man! She’s a fucking pro!”

She wasn’t a pro, but as the seven of them attacked and raped her, Tanya wasn’t going to try to explain. She was still in shock at how fast it happened. They’d just turned on her. Not that she’d ever counted on their good will. But it was only supposed to be community service! A speeding ticket and a smart-ass mouth had gotten her gang-raped by four men and counting. And she saw another group of four coming over. Seven went up to eleven! She began to cry.

Cock after cock. Tanya lay in that spot as the men took her, one or two after another. A couple even took her ass, though her screams threatened to give them away. They had to clamp a hand tightly over her mouth during the ass rapes. Four more floated over. Fifteen. All but one group was on her now.

“Please!” she screamed. “Oh lord, stop it!”

No one stopped it. The last group came over, Heckworth with them. His eyes bugged out, and he instinctively went for his sidearm. But there was nothing. It was only community service detail.

“Help me!” Tanya mouthed from under the pile of men raping and groping at her body. He just shrugged, seeing too many for him and one other guard to control. The two jail employees sat aside, watching it all as Tanya took them all. Nineteen angry cocks, and a few double-dippers.

When it was over, everyone seemed to be jolted back to reality. No one spoke as Heckworth ushered them all back onto the bus. Tanya just lay there in the dirt, crying, shaking, leaking cum from her slit down her right thigh. Broken. “Come on, let’s go back now,” Heckworth said, offering his hand. He helped her up.

They only found her orange jacket. Everything else was torn to shreds or just missing. Someone had chucked her shoes. They could be anywhere. Same with her pants, which she remembered them ripping in two anyway. It was a quiet bus ride back, with nineteen silent community service-serving men and Tanya, pale, dazed, sitting alone clad in only her orange visibility vest, albeit a long one.

One Week Later

“Shocking! Absolutely shocking and mind boggling!” the judge roared from his bench. “I realize this was supposed to be only community service, but the absolutely criminally stupid behavior of the nineteen of you simply makes my head spin. How, can any of you explain this to me, how did you think you could strip Tanya Devereaux completely naked, fuck her nineteen or more times by the side of a road while on penal detail, and possibly hope to get away with it! It’s as if the concept of consequences just flew out of your brains and off into the wild like a little birdie!”

He paused, catching his breath. “It is the judgement of the court that none of you nineteen men performed a valid term of service. You are in default of your original sentence. Which means, you’ll do it again, and in fact do it again twice, the second being punishment for failing to fulfil the initial terms. And because of your wanton acts against Ms. Devereaux, whose term of service I most definitely am certifying as completed, I’m doubling that! That’s four more Saturdays, gentlemen. I hope it was worth it! Case closed!” He banged his gavel, and it was done.

[Writers_Bloque]

I am going to keep this review as short as her temper. It was a good plot, build up and over all story, the best saying I could muster for it "She let her bulldog mouth write a check her puppy ass couldn't cash." but 19 men....

8/10 personal gripe: This comes from my past as a teen who frequently had community service due to some, lets just say, less than savory, but still no jail time needed actions, In my home county you did not get to pick your assignment, it was picked to fit the crime, the worst being a custodian helper at the school for the disabled, and well summer school SUCKED having to haul out bags of soiled diapers and or clothes to a dumpster in the southern summer heat taught you rather quickly than to burn past the rival high school football teams summer practice while mooning them. It really did.

[SoftGameHunter]

I have absolutely no idea how community service assignments work. I just wanted Tanya separated from the other women and a chance to toss in a joke line about missing a plum assignment. No realism is claimed here!

[SoftGameHunter]

Hot damn, you guys! Six points in ten minutes? That's some kind of record for me. Thanks mucho grande.

[Lucius]

Community service is fucked up. Like totally.

[AdmiralPiet]

Maybe I am the wrong audience for this kind of story, but here is my review.

As always I struggle in commenting on style and such, but it is pretty well written and esy to read.
It had some things going for it.
The scenario did lend itself to a short story.
I liked the ambiguity of the jail sergeant.

I could accept that the sergeant did not intervene. Maybe he was just that uncaring.
But the ending did put me out of it. Up to that point the story seems to happen in the real world, or close enough to it.
Four days of community service for gang rape? Broke the suspension of disbelief completely.

[SoftGameHunter]

That's fair. I'll admit, this was not a particularly serious work, and I think the ending was a spur-of-the-moment deal. I didn't really have a vision for this one (at least not that I recall now years later). But I wanted to give her a negative space wedgie and this is what I thought of.