by Powerone
It was surreal, the light shining in her face, Carrie was unable to see anything, her
mouth opening, suddenly finding her lips latched around the mouthpiece. Everything
turned sexual on her, her mind clouded by the alcohol, the arousal from the bar and now the cop forcing a strange device into her mouth, making her blow it. She blew into the device, her head growing dizzy as she did.
There was a short shrill burst of sound when the device registered its results. "That's good." But he didn't take it out of her mouth, enjoying the way her lips curled around it so sexily. He took the device and began to push it in and out, fucking her mouth with it. "It will take a minute for the results."
Could he actually be doing that on purpose? She had never taken a breath test
before, but the cop was moving the mouthpiece back and forth in her mouth. It was as
though it was his cock and she was being forced to suck it, the light still blinding her, unable to see his face. She didn't protest, resigned to the authority he had over her.
He moved the mouthpiece around her lips before he took it out. He shined the light on
it, his happy face hidden from her view by the bright light as he read it. "It's .10 Ma'am.
The legal limit is .08 in Georgia. You are under arrest for driving under the influence." He read her rights, a barely audible murmur from her at each one. He finished. "Step out of the vehicle now Ma'am. I am going to take you in to the station." He opened the door, holding it open as she stepped out of the vehicle. He shined the bright light on her legs as she tried to get out, her short skirt hiked up high. So high he could see her panties, the beam of light moving up her thighs until it shone brightly on her panties. "Take your time Ma'am." His cock throbbed as her naked legs parted as she tried clumsily to get out of the car.
She was dead, the Breathalyzer sealing her fate. She was so involved in trying to
figure a way out of this that she ignored the obvious sexual tone the way the mouthpiece played between her lips or the way the light from the flashlight boldly shined on her legs as she tried to get out of the car. Grace was no longer a factor with her skirt up high and her panties revealed. It was pitch black outside, not able to see the cop, her body turned around, forced against her car.
"Hands behind your back Ma'am." He grabbed her wrists before she could protest, his handcuffs ready before she could react. He snapped the metal cuffs around her slim
wrists, the loud clicking sound filling the silent air.
"You don't have to do that," Carrie protested but found her hands pulled behind her back and put into cuffs. She felt the cold steel around her wrists, the pressure as they were tightened. She tried to pull her wrists apart, the metal cutting deep into her skin. She never felt as helpless as she did now. Out in the middle of nowhere, her hands cuffed
behind her back. And she still hadn't seen the cop yet. What if he was a fake? What if he was going to rape her? She began to struggle, but his hands on her were too powerful.
"I have to check you for weapons. Over to my car." He led her easily to his car, her bound hands leaving her little room to protest. He pushed her against the car. "Hold still now. It will be easier if you don't fight." He tugged on her wrists, showing her the power he had over her. He pressed up against her, his hands going around her waist, testing along the waistband of her skirt, feeling her suck in her stomach as he touched her. He pushed a bit of the sweater out of the way until his fingers touched her bare stomach, her body jumping at his intimate touch.
A sexual shiver ran through her body when his hand touched her naked skin. His
hands slipped under her sweater, moving up, Carrie holding her breath as she waited for the touch. This wasn't searching her body for weapons, he was inspecting her body, the sudden fear of what he was doing mixing with the shocking excitement that raced through her body. After all the sexual tension of the night, her body was primed.
His large hands each cupped a bra-encased breast, squeezing the firm flesh beneath
the thin fabric. "Nothing in there," he said as if it were the most natural thing to feel up her tits. He took his hand from beneath her sweater, pushing down on the small of her back until he bent her over the hood of his car. Her ass pushed out as she bent over, feeling her tightened cheeks rubbing against his hard cock. He pushed one foot between her
legs, pushing hard against one tender ankle, banging into the bone. "Spread your legs." It was an order, not a request.
She felt her nipples swell from his touch, ashamed at the way her body was
responding. She should be protesting, instead she found herself bending over, shoving
her ass out unceremoniously until she felt the unmistakable hard cock pushed between
her cheeks. "OOOW!" She complained when his heavy shoes banged her ankle, but she still obeyed the lewd request, spreading her legs like a wanton whore. She shivered in excitement when his hands crept down the front of her skirt, hiking it up, his hands finding their way beneath it to touch the front of her panties. She shoved her ass back harder and it met with an equal force by the cock behind her.
He had her legs spread and her skirt hiked up, barely a burst of protest coming from
her. He cupped her sex with one large hand, a finger finding her slit and pushing in hard, her legs spreading wider as though she was trying to accommodate his probing figure. He goosed her, her body jerking up, her ass sliding along his cock as if she were attempting to masturbate him. "Nothing there except wet panties."
He was fondling her with impunity now, making no pretense of searching her. His only
desire was to feel her up, to inspect her, his cock jerking hard against her buttocks. And now he had found her secret, her panties wet with desire. She could do little to protest, because her body was betraying her. She found her body standing back up, the back door of the cop car opening, the cop pushing Carrie in until she fell into the seat, almost falling over, her hands in cuffs making it hard to balance. The door slammed shut, the front door opening, the interior light coming on as the cop got into the car. He closed the door, leaving the light on as he turned around.
"Just relax, the station is only a mile away." He turned around and smiled at Carrie.
"JESSIE!" It suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks.
"Sorry Carrie, but I'm entrusted to uphold the laws. And you were intoxicated. You should never have driven."
All of a sudden, things had changed. For the better. She felt the way he touched her,
exploring her body, manipulating her into position for a more intimate examination. He wanted more than to arrest her. And its not that she didn't find the feeling that raced through her body pleasurable, in spite of being forced under duress. And then there were the handcuffs. The feeling of helplessness that raced through her body, the sexual rush between her legs as she lost all power to protest anything that was done to her body.
"What are you going to do to me?" She was afraid of the answer.
"Anything I want. If you cooperate, I will release you. Otherwise it could become very unpleasant for you." The police station would be empty, no one would be in for another four hours. More than enough time to satisfy his lust on her.
"Do I have a choice?" Carrie squirmed in the back seat, her short skirt riding high up to reveal her panties, her bound hands giving her little chance to rectify it. It's not that they would be on for long, she was sure that he would have her stripped naked soon enough.
Stripped naked while handcuffed, her juices running down her thighs as she savored the thoughts.
CHAPTER 2
Interrogation or Oral Inspection
"You will do everything I want. One way or another. I don't care which way, all of it will be pleasurable to me. But don't worry, I will make sure that you receive the pleasure you deserve. You have a lovely body. I will enjoy pleasuring it." The car pulled up behind the police station, the alley was deserted. Jessie got out of the car, opened up the back door and
helped Carrie out of the car. They went in the back door, the lights suddenly blinding both of them as he marched her over to one of the interrogation rooms. He entered and
pushed her over to the large table that filled the center of the room.
She looked at him, finally able to see him in the light. He looked just as she
remembered, but now he had on a uniform, a large black belt holding a gun, mace, cuffs and other items. The uniform fit his body as if it were custom tailored. But nothing could hide the large cock outlined the front of his pants.
"Yes, you will take care of that before morning. Many times." His hand went down and stroked his cock, making sure that she could see how long it was.
Would he make her suck his cock? Of course he would, she already felt how he made
her suck the mouthpiece as if it were a cock. She feared that. Its not that she hadn't sucked a cock before. But with the handcuffs on, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control him or his cock. She had always controlled the depths of the thrusts, but Jessie didn't seem like the type of man that would allow her to do this. Would he choke it down her throat? "Are you going to take the cuffs off?"
"I don't think you really want me to. I think you like them on." Jessie had seen other girls like this. Cuffed, they could let their bodies succumb to the lust, unable to prevent anything that was done to them. It gave them the reason to surrender to all of his
perversions.
She tugged on the cuffs, feeling the cold steel dig into her tender wrists, holding her tight. At the same time, she felt the wetness between her legs. She knew she would have no choice in what he did to her body. She feared it, at the same time, she felt the
unmistakable excitement.
"Now why don't you sit on the table here," Jessie helping her as he sat her on the edge of the table. He stood between her legs, pushing in until he felt her legs spreading to accommodate him. He looked down as her skirt hiked up higher and higher. She had
beautiful legs, firm thighs, Jessie eager to get between them to savor the taste of her pussy. But first, she would have to satisfy his lust, his balls aching to be relieved of his pent up lust. He looked down, her naked legs spread submissively and her skirt hiked up revealing black panties. He noticed the unmistakable wetness on her panties. His hands slid up her legs, feeling her trembling body beneath his touch. His fingers moved to the edge of her panties, touching the tender skin. He looked into her eyes, his fingers pressing hard into the tender flesh. She squirmed beneath his touch.
His hands were so strong on her legs, moving up the naked flesh, Carrie squirming as
they edged towards her panty covered sex. She felt a rush of arousal, a dampness
between her legs as his fingers crept so close to her sex, Carrie almost wishing that he would touch her there instead of the teasing that he was doing now. He looked at her, his fingers hurting as they dug into the flesh of her legs, but it only added to the arousal she was feeling, the pain mixing quickly with the need to be stroked between her legs. Her ass squirmed on the desk, Carrie biting her lip to quell the moan that tried to escape from her lips.
Jessie could smell the heat in her. She would be very accommodating to him tonight,
not that she had much of a choice. "Spread your legs wider for me Carrie," Jessie looking into her eyes as he ordered her. He felt her legs moving, spreading wider, feeling her muscles tighten as she spread them wide. He looked down, her panties pulled tightly over her sex, he was now able to make out her pronounced slit through the thin silk panties.
Her thighs ached, but she kept her legs spread wide, wider than was comfortable. It
was all about control, or in Carrie's case, lack of control. "Please touch me." Carrie almost whimpered when she spoke.
"Do you want me to stroke your pussy Carrie? Your hot, tight pussy?" Jessie teased her, his fingers sliding over the silky panties, moving to the edge of her mound, feeling her body jerking.
He wanted her to beg, Carrie relenting, her voice cracking as she said it. "Touch my
... pussy," she blurted out. She was so hot, wishing her hands were untied so she could masturbate, at the same time the bondage of her hands was what was driving her desires.
"EEEEEHHH," she screamed in pleasure, her ass rising up from the hard desk as Jessie gripped her pussy lips, squeezing them together in one powerful hand. She felt her flesh compressed in his hand, his fingers pinching the two sides of her pussy together.
Jessie grabbed her fleshy pussy lips and squeezed them, tugging them out until her
ass rose from the table, trying to accommodate his pinching fingers. He was yanking her pussy out, a smirk on his face as he stared at her. He began to clench and unclench his fingers on her pussy lips, each time pulling them out as he tightened his fingers, only to release them. She was squirming on the table, her ass moving up and down.
No one had ever touched her this way before, most of the boys gentle, though quick.
Jessie was teasing her and now he was abusing her sex, his fingers harsh as they
squeezed her pussy lips. His fingers were everywhere on her sex, even pinching between her lips, driving her damp panties between her tender lips, his fingertips pinching hard on the pink flesh. Her hands clenched into fists as she struggled with the mixed emotions that raced through her body. It was as though he was goosing her, her ass squirming as he
did, Carrie unable to escape the pinching fingers that dug into her tender pussy. Not that she wanted to. Her pussy was drenched, sure that Jessie could feel it, feel her humiliation to be treated in such a way and become aroused by it. She feared he would misinterpret her reaction, or maybe he would interrupt it. She didn't think she could stop anything he did to her and that scared her.
Jessie's finger slid up and down her slit, pushing aside the puffy lips, his finger
pushing hard until her lips curled over it. He moved from the top of her slit, paying special attention to not touch her clit. Not yet. He pushed hard down her slit, all the way down until he felt the heat of her pussy, pushing with his finger, driving her panties into her clenching hole. His finger was wet with her juices. Her hips were humping his hand now, trying to drive his finger inside her in spite of her panties protecting the tight hole. He pulled his hand away, seeing the look of disappointment in her eyes. "Not yet. I'll tell you when you can cum."
She wanted his hand back so bad, tightening her pussy, her thighs, wishing his hand
would return. She was on the edge but he stopped, leaving her wet and unfulfilled. She looked down as his hands slid her sweater up over her bra, pulling it over her head to lay on her back, her hands preventing him from taking it completely off. She arched her back, sticking her bra-encased breasts out, hoping that his hands would play with them. Carrie had sensitive nipples, almost able to cum when they were played with vigorously, knowing that Jessie would not neglect them.
Jessie gripped both of her tits in his hands, squeezing them harshly, compressing the
firm flesh in his powerful grip. Carrie didn't protest, in fact she kept her back arched for him, pressing her tits out for his hands to inspect. His hands slid around her back, making quick work of the fragile clip that held the thin bra straps together. He moved back so he could see them as he slipped the straps part way down her arms, the bra falling away far enough so it gathered just beneath her twin naked breasts. He didn't waste any time, his hands reaching out with two fingers of each hand to grip the dark brown nipples that were already hard, perfect targets for his fingers. He felt the flesh of her aroused tips crushed beneath his pinching fingers. He saw the tears in her eyes as he turned his fingers,
twisting the trapped nubs.
She almost came when she felt the pain in her nipples, surprised by his quick and
harsh touch as soon as her breasts were bared to him. He didn't take time to admire them before he abused them, Carrie arching her back up high as Jessie pulled her tits by her nipples high into the air. Her eyes grew wet wit
h tears. His large hands encircled her bare flesh, squeezing her breasts. "MMMMMM," unable to stop the moan from her lips as his hands took control of her breasts. He released them, bouncing slightly as they fell down, Carrie looking down to see the condition of them. She could see red lines where his
fingers had dug hard into her white flesh, but nothing was more pronounced than her
nipples. They stood out like hard pebbles, Carrie feeling them throbbing, not from pain but desire, wanting his hands to return. "Don't stop!" She couldn't believe the words that spilled out of her mouth. She was begging him for more of his harsh treatment.
Jessie smiled at her. "Not yet. I need to get some of those clothes off you first. And then if you are a good girl I will play with that lovely body again." Jessie pulled back from Carrie, her legs still spread wide. "Get up," helping her to stand up. He turned her around, undoing the metal cuffs, the hard metal clamoring on the desk as he put them down. He
saw the look of disappointment on her face. "Don't worry, I'll put them back on." He laughed loudly, her face turning red in shame. He made quick work of the bra and
sweater, throwing them over onto a chair. His hands opened up her skirt, letting it drop to the floor, not surprised to see her panties were a thong, the black material contrasting sharply with her pale, white skin. "Step out of your skirt," Carrie kicking it to the side. She stood there, her back to him, naked except a tiny patch of black thong hiding her sex, her legs perched high on the heels, making her look all the more naked and vulnerable. His hand caressed her buttocks, feeling her tighten her muscles as it slid over the silky flesh.
"SSSSMMMAAACCK." The loud sound was quickly followed by a shooting pain on
her buttocks that raced up her spine to her brain. She couldn't believe the burning of her one cheek. He had spanked her. Like a little girl. Before she could even protest her hands were yanked behind her, the familiar feeling of the unyielding metal digging into her flesh.