by Dean King
Amy came again, her cunt rippling with sexual energy as his thick fuckmeat slid in and out of her minute after minute.
Manuel dropped her legs. He gripped her arm and turned her over onto her belly. Amy gurgled senselessly, her sodden pussy almost bubbling with her fuck juices, her body slick, almost glistening with perspiration, her hair a damp tangled mess.
Manuel pulled her legs far apart and lay atop her, his prick fitting between her soft ass cheeks. She groaned with the weight atop her, her arms lay above her, weakened and helpless by the cums that had rippled through her body.
He rose slightly, his fingers enfolding his gleaming cum-oiled shaft. He held the tip to her crinkled, sweat slickened anus, and then pushed downward, ignoring the feeble, mewls of protest from the dazed blonde.
Amy cringed in pain as his pulsing fuck spear drove downward, shoving aside all resistance, ramming past her assmouth and sliding into her moist sucking rectum.
She whined, her hands flopping, batting uselessly against the bed. Her toes curled, her legs straightened and twitched. Manuel pressed down, impaling her, skewering her tiny asshole with his thick fuck pole.
Amy felt his cockhead going down into her, felt it's progress down the length of her ass tube, felt it hit something, something deep inside her, it hurt. He pulled back, an inch, then two, then rammed forward again, hitting the whatever, and driving past, or through, bringing a pain like a terrible cramp to her guts.
Manuel felt his balls touch her skin, the skin around her ass mouth. His balls felt good against her sweating skin. He rested there atop her, the girl pinned like a butterfly, his long fuck spike driven deep into her guts.
His teeth fastened on her neck, and bit, his lips sucking.
He pushed himself up, drawing his tool out of her, inch by inch, then he kicked his legs aside and dropped back down, his prong slashing down the length of her anus, embedding itself in her steaming body.
Her body trembled, a groan of pain escaping her. Her asshole was afire with hurt, burning with the tight fullness of his throbbing cock.
He bit her ear, hard, making her yelp in pain. His hands pushed down, and he pulled his cock up. Now he began to stroke. Her rectum was tight, incredibly tight, slowing him, threatening to tear the skin loose from his prick as he pulled it in and out.
Slowly he built up speed, lengthening his strokes, ripping his prick in and out of the tiny hole, his cockhead mashing and crashing against her bowels, pulping her guts with its steady pounding force.
Amy thrashed beneath him, snivelling and sobbing as the cockpole thudded down into her again and again.
His hands were on her shoulders, shoving her into the bed as he held his chest off her, and started tearing his oily fuckwand in and out of her. His hips drove down furiously, his buttocks clenched as he reamed her out.
Amy's head lashed from side to side as his hips slapped into her meaty buttocks with hard repeated blows that resounded throughout the small room.
For several minutes, the only sounds to be heard were Manuel's grunts, Amy's gasps and sighs, their harsh rapid breathing, and the repetitive SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! of his skin into her smooth, white asscheeks.
Amy felt herself rising, climbing, clawing upward into the swirling twisting vortex of sexual passion that shattered all else. Her lower body, bruised, and battered, trembled with a fiery sizzling power that built higher and higher.
She shuddered, gritting her teeth against the sheer force of it.
She felt Manuel's teeth chewing at her earlobe, his breath hissing against her as he pumped his cock into her asshole. Then she heard his voice, groaning.
"Take my cock!" he groaned.
"Bitch!"
"Fucking whore cop!"
"Take my prick you cop slut!" he hissed.
There was an explosion somewhere deep inside the dazed girl. A raw shattering eruption of power and sensations that ripped through her from head to toe.
Convulsions racked her body as she blew into a raging tearing series of blinding orgasms.
Jagged bolts of electricity rippled up and down her body. A clamouring screeching whirlwind of noise roared through her mind as her nerve endings were overloaded and seared by endless crackling starbursts of ecstasy.
Manuel grunted, driving his bloated prong far up her guts, and then arched his back and firehosed a continuous spray of hot white jism into her hot sucking asshole.
"Ahhhhh, what a whore you'll make cop! What a hot, sucking little piece of cuntmeat!
Suddenly his arm slid around her and something sharp stabbed her in the side. She struggled briefly, waves of nausea and dizziness quickly overcoming her and sending her dropping into blackness.
TWO
When she woke up, she found herself in the back seat of a car travelling quickly down a deserted back road. She shook her head in confusion, looking blearily around.
"Hello sleeping beauty," a voice said.
She turned to find a tall, muscular man sitting next to her on the seat. He grinned down at her lewdly as she looked up at him.
"Feeling better?"
She tried to move her hands and found they were handcuffed behind her. The car continued to bounce along until it came to a small building set in the middle of a clearing. The car stopped and the man beside her got out pulling her out by the arm.
They walked into the building, Amy still fuzzy and weak from whatever had been done to her. There was an enormously fat man sitting at one of the desks. He was wearing a uniform she didn't recognize.
"Lookie here Boss," the man next to her said gleefully.
"This here is a Police Detective."
"Is she now Charlie?" the man said contemptuously.
He had a deep thick voice that made it hard for Amy to understand him. Charlie flung her into a chair next to the man's desk.
"Don't think much o' cops," he said with a glare on his face.
"You don't think much at all I bet," Amy gasped.
"I want your opinion I'll ask it!" he snarled.
His hand swooped out and cuffed her on the side of the head, sending her sprawling out of the chair and onto the floor.
Charlie picked her back up roughly and pushed her onto the chair again.
"What's yer name girl?" the boss demanded.
"Rebecka Connors," she said angrily.
Charlie grabbed a fistful of her tangled hair and jerked her head up and back, making her cry out in pain.
"How come your badge says Amy?" he hissed.
"You'll learn to answer right when we talk girl," the fat man snapped.
Amy didn't answer, her head still fuzzy.
"Where you from?"
"N... New York."
"Phhhhttaahh! I mighta knowed that. You womens libbers wanta do everythin men do, like joinin the cops. But you can't take it can you!?" he accused.
"Search her and put her in a cell," he told the other man.
He got up slowly and waddled across the room to the bathroom and went inside.
"Okay honey. Stand up, spread your legs, and touch the wall," Charlie said.
"Where the hell are we? Who are you people?"
"Just do as you’re told honey or you’re gonna get hurt," he threatened, gripping her hair and yanking it tightly.
Amy complied, leaning against the wall in the classic police pose. His hands roamed along her body, squeezing her breasts carefully through the thin silk of her Pyjama’s. His groin pressed against her spread buttocks as his hands slid around her, and she felt his hard on pushing into her crack.
"You be nice to ol Charlie, an maybe I'll see you get something nice to eat tonight." He leered.
"You finished Charlie?" the man demanded, coming out of the toilet.
"Yessir Boss."
"Take her in the back then."
Charlie pulled Amy away from the wall and through the metal door. Another man in a uniform like his waited there. He was even larger than Charlie, easily seven feet tall. He eyed her hungrily as C
harlie brought her in and undid her handcuffs.
There were several cells along a narrow hallway. Charlie pulled her past them to a little room at the rear, the man following.
"Okay strip off honey," he said, licking his lips in anticipation.
"You'd be doing yourself a favour if you let me go now,” she warned him. "My people know where I am."
He laughed in response. "Your idiot cop friends aint gonna have any idea where you are baby," he giggled, "You don't even know where you are I bet."
"They'll know who took me!" she flared.
"Good fere them. Let em prove it now," he grinned.
"Now get them jammies off, afore I tear em off. That'd be a real waste. I know a cute little girlie who'll love gettin an early Christmas present."
She glared at him, folding her arms.
He produced a small blue shift with a large P written on either side.
"You gonna wear this," he told her.
"You people will never get away with this," she growled.
"We've been gettin away with it for years honey; now do as you’re told or you’re gonna get hurt.
"I'm not getting undressed, you asshole!" she snapped.
He laughed, as did the other man. Despite her yells and curses, they simply tore off her clothes until she was naked, their hands pawing over her body happily. She was still much too weak from the drug they had given her to put up more than a token resistance.
She reddened in embarrassment as the two stared down at her nude form.
"Don't tell me you’re shy! I bet half the boys at the Precinct have seen your pussy!"
Her face flushed further.
"Anyways we gotto do a body search, and delouse you."
"Lean against the wall like before," the man instructed.
She glared at them rebelliously, but a quick jerk on her hair and her weak response, forced her to realize she was in no position to argue.
She sighed in resignation and spread her legs apart as she leaned forward. She felt his hand slide over her rounded buttocks before moving against her pubic mound.
"We gots to make sure you aint got no more bugs on you," he said.
She realized abruptly that her watch and locket were gone.
She winced as she felt a finger slide up inside her pussy tunnel. The finger moved as far inside her as it could get and she felt it wiggle around.
"You sure aint no virgin," he sniggered.
The finger pulled back and then pushed into her anus, making her cry out in pain from the tender opening.
"Well, aint no bugs in there," the man said regretfully, pulling his finger out at last.
He leaned forward though, pushing his crotch against her cunt from behind.
"I know what should be up there honey," he whispered. "Ten inches o' cock!"
He moved away and picked up a short metal tube attached to a hose.
He moved back, then turned a small handle set in the wall.
A powerful stream of water gushed out of the end of the tube, spraying in a tight arc onto the floor.
"Stand up straight, spread yer legs and put yer hands behind your neck," he ordered.
Amy complied weakly.
Water began to spray against her skin with fierce pressure, making her gasp from the sharp stinging pain. Charlie sprayed the water up and down her body, especially over her rounded titties. He watched the meaty sacs bounce and jiggle under the forceful pressure of the water jet. He licked his lips in appreciation as Amy gritted her teeth against the pain.
Finally he lowered the tube, jetting the water over her belly and legs, then suddenly shot a stream directly up into her cunt, making her jump away with a yelp.
The two men laughed harshly.
"I didn't tell you you could move!" Charlie shouted in mock anger.
He jabbed the tube near her cunt again, making the girl sprint around a table.
"Come here you little bitch afore I drown you!" he threatened.
He grabbed her arm and swung her around then pushed her down over the table.
"We got to clean you out now don't we,” he gasped happily.
The other man grabbed her wrists in one hand and held her in place as Charlie pushed the hose against her.
He kicked Amy's legs wide apart, and jammed the nozzle up into her pussy slit.
"No! No! Don't! Pleeeease!" Amy wailed as she felt the nozzle push inside her.
The ferocious water pressure shot up into her cunt all the way to her uterus making her gasp in shock from the sensation. She felt like some hand was up in her belly tickling and scratching her guts.
She squirmed uselessly against the remorseless hands holding her, belly down on the table as the metal tube slid in and out of her cunt, jetting it's fluids way inside her.
He pulled it out at last, leaving Amy gasping in shock and lying exhaustedly on the table.
"There now,” he gasped, "Now yer all clean."
He licked his lips as his eyes stared down at her outspread crotch, then looked up at the other man.
"Think we got time?" he asked.
The other man looked doubtful. "We aint supposed to touch the merchandise Charlie,” he said.
"This’ll only take a second," Charlie hissed, moving behind the blonde.
Amy was too tired to resist as she felt a pressure against her pussy lips. She grunted as the man shoved his hot hard erection balls deep inside her cunt.
"OH Yeahhhh!" he groaned.
His hands gripped her hips tightly as he thrust his cock in and out of her drenched hole. His hips ground against her buttocks as he jerked her back and forth onto his prick. The little room was quiet except for the slap, slap, slap of his flesh against her, and the occasional moans and groans coming from both of them.
"I'm gonna shoot!" he gasped, increasing the force of his thrusts.
He jammed his cock all the way inside her and shot off his load of sperm way up into her guts. Her tightly clenching pussy lips squeezed spurt after spurt of juice out of his fuckmeat, slurping up every drop until he gradually began to soften.
"Nice fuck," he gasped, slapping her buttock lightly.
"You want some?" he asked the other man.
"Not me Charlie, I aint gonna risk it for a piece of tail."
"Get dressed honey," he said, throwing the short blue shift to her.
Charlie led her by the arm down the hall to a small cell, with nothing in it but a narrow cot. A man in the next cell stared at her hungrily as he closed her inside. Amy fought back the tears and sat down on the little cot, her hands pressing against her stinging cuntmound.
"You gonna jerk off blondie?" she jerked her hands away and looked up in surprise. The man in the cell next to hers was pressed up against the bars ogling her crudely.
"Go away,” she demanded feebly.
"Not likely," he snorted.
"Let me see your pussy," he begged.
"Leave me alone!"
"I bet you got a nice tight cunt don't you," he breathed. "Bet it's got nice little pussy lips with nice golden hair all around em."
"You’re disgusting!" she gritted.
"Just show me your titties then," he begged. "They look like nice ones. Boy I'd like to suck on those."
His eyes fastened on her chest desperately.
She turned around, trying to ignore them.
"I'd love to shove my cock up that tight little cunthole of yours blondie. I bet it's all buttery hot and wet isn't it? Maybe you'd like it up the asshole. You ever been fucked in the asshole blondie?" he taunted. "I'd stick it so far up your asshole it'd come out your mouth!"
She closed her eyes and tried not to hear him, hoping he'd get tired. Instead he continued on for almost an hour, promising her all kinds of sexual delights if he ever laid hands on her, begging her to show him her ass, or tits or cunt, commenting on her hair, and ass, and tits.
He was driving her crazy!
"Can't you just shut the fuck up!" she screamed, turning around on the cot to glare
furiously at him.
"I got nothing else to do blondie," he grinned.
"I'll make you a deal though, you show me your teats and I'll shut up."
"Fuck you!" she cursed.
"I wish you would blondie, I'd love to have you slide that warm sweet pussy around my dick and start humpin," he replied.
After several more minutes, she was ready to scream. She jumped up and turned around, then yanked the shift down off her shoulders to her belly, displaying her full, rounded breasts to him.
He shut up immediately, his mouth falling open and his eyes locking onto her breasts with desperate intensity.
"OOooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" he said.
She jerked the shift back up and sat down again, her back to him.
True to his words he was quiet, for a while. Then he started back up again. Telling her what sweet tits she had and how lovely her little nipples were.
"You said you'd shut up!" she glared.
"Didn't say for how long." He grinned
"Bastard!"
"You’re probably right, but bastards still have nice long hard cocks! Wouldn't you like to feel a nice hard cock up inside you right now blondie?" he leered.
"Can't you just shut up!?" she cried.
"Let me touch that nice round bottom of yours and I'll be quiet for good," he promised.
"No!"
"Just a little feel! That won't hurt anything!"
"No!"
"Wouldn't you like to have a big, fat prick sliding in and out of your tight, wet little slithole, blondie? You could feel it moving in and out and in and out, feel it draggin your pussy lips out with every stroke, then pushing them back inside. I bet you've had hundreds of big cocks up your belly!"
"You’re disgusting!"
"Let me touch you and I'll shut up!"
He stood next to the bars and started driving his crotch forward and back lewdly.
"Oh yeah, Oh yeah! I could stick it way up inside your belly and cream all over!" he panted.
"I wish I could suck on those hard little nipples of yours! I bet you’re getting all hot eh baby? Bet your pussy is starting to boil over! Lemmie see your titties swelling up. Turn around so I can see those sharp little nipples poking through your dress!"
His filthy mouth was driving her insane.