David Addison - The abused policewoman

"Ahhhh, that's it hurt me! Ram your cock in me!!! Owwww! Spank me! I deserve it boy, spank the slut and make her scream for more!!!"

Carol sat upright on a kitchen chair. Her hands and knees were pressed tightly together, making her feel and look like a frightened little girl as she stared at Sergeant Miller. Things were happening faster and faster. She'd lost her ability to cope and she was so dazed now that she could hardly follow the man's taunting words as he casually walked around her.

"… so, when we sobered up, I got to thinking that maybe we went a little too far with you yesterday." The tall man paused for a moment, giving her one of his evil, cruel grins. "I figured I should come over and smooth things over a bit. I really thought that you'd be a basket case when I got here, honey. You can imagine how surprised I was when I got up to the door and heard you yelling and squealing like a bitch in heat!"

He moved behind her, but Carol couldn't bring herself to turn and follow him with her eyes. The beautiful young woman felt hollow and helpless. She couldn't resist him. Let him do what he wanted. He couldn't drag her down any further! Carol felt Sergeant Miller's rough hand brush her dark hair to one side and shuddered as his fingertips tickled the sensitive nape of her neck.

"Well, honey, I was amazed. All I had to do was look in the window at the side of the house to realize how wrong I was about you." His snide laughter stung her and Carol's eyes burned as salty tears welled up in them. She hadn't slept a moment all night and she was just too exhausted and drained to fight him.

"I must admit, Officer Davis, that when I watched that kid huffing and snorting as he plugged your pretty ass, I could hardly believe that it was you under him! I just stood there for a long time and watched you, honey. Listened to you beg and yell. My! I was shocked at the things you said to that child!"

He was still behind her and Carol stiffened as the hand left her neck and slid down inside the open collar of her robe. "I thought that you were such a nice young lady. I was shocked to realize that the saintly Officer Davis was just a bitch who fucked kids! Then I realized something, honey. I realized what a lucky break I had and ran back to my car and grabbed the camera!"

Miller's cruel voice wormed and wiggled in her ear. He was using a normal tone of voice, but it left Carol shaken and afraid. "Well, baby, it all turned out fine didn't it? You weren't hurt and we hadn't even ruined your weekend. And I've got me a set of the juiciest little snapshots that any fitness board would ever want to see."

The man didn't leave anything to the imagination. Carol sat very still as she tried to sort out all the implications of what he had said. It was hard for her to concentrate because his groping fingers had found her breasts and were moving from one to the other, making her nipples sting and grow hard.

"What are you… going to do with the pictures?" The question tore itself out of her. She knew well enough that he would use them as a club against her. But even knowing that she couldn't resist the impulse to ask, to hear in his own words what he had planned for her.

"Oh don't worry, honey. I was just joking about taking them to the fitness board. No, I wouldn't do that." His strong fingers still teased her sensitive breasts while his other hand cupped under her chin and pulled her head back until she was forced to look up at him as he stood behind her. "We all have our little enjoyments, honey, and I wouldn't dream of reporting yours. Just as long as you're a good little girl and do what I tell you. Be handy in case I need you to do me a favor. Do you understand what I mean?"

The question echoed and spun in her confused mind. Of course she understood! She'd known from the moment that he'd swaggered past her and invaded her home this morning that he had some new, evil grip on her.

"I… how do I know that you have any pictures?" It was pitiful. He had them. Carol knew that he did. But she couldn't stop now. She had to play the game out to the last move.

Miller laughed and let go of her. Leaving Carol's hair mussed and her robe gaping open to the waist. He moved around the kitchen table and sat across from her. The lean, sunburned man caught and held her eyes as his hand slipped into the inside pocket of his sports coat. The hand reappeared holding a white envelope.

"Ready, honey?" Carol nodded. She felt sick and ashamed. Her lips were dry and she had to lick at them time after time to keep them moist. With a flourish the man pulled eight or nine color shots out of the envelope and dealt them out before her, as if he was playing some obscene game of solitaire. "Take a look, honey. You're some hot little piece of ass when you get rolling. Maybe you're in the wrong line of work. A foxy chick like you could make a bundle with a few sets of shots like these."

Carol felt as if some invisable hand was pulling her unwilling head down until she could focus on the filth that lay spread out before her. The bright morning light splashed across the pictures, making each vivid, awful detail leap out at her. Against her will the lovely young woman was drawn into those shots. Her stretched and sore anus stung as she stared unblinkingly at Jimmy's lean young body pressing against her. She could almost feel his hard spear in her again! Carol shivered as she looked at the boy's wide grin and then at her own contorted, strained face. Something stirred deep in the woman's lovely body and in spite of her shame and self-loathing, a sweet glow came over her. Carol felt her flesh grow warm and soft over her bones. Her breasts tingled and her tight love sheath came alive as her thick lubricant seaped out of her, wetting the soft curls of her mound.

Ohhhhh, my God! It's almost as good as doing it again, that low, vibrant voice whispered inside of her. She was so enthralled that she forgot about Sergeant Miller until she felt his hand on her arm and looked up at him in total, numb defeat.

"Would you like me to turn those pictures over to Internal Affairs?" The leering grin on his face sparked her pride and Carol made one last, hopeless effort.

"I'll go to Lieutenant Bixby and explain! He…"

Miller just shook his head, the grin still in place.

"No go, baby. The good lieutenant has more problems than he can handle now. He won't lift a finger for you! Make up your mind, bitch. Either you play my way or I'll turn in the shots and let them whip your sweet ass off the force. And it won't be private. It'll make every paper in town!" Miller moved in a little closer, his leg pressed against hers and he stood so tall over her that Carol had to crane her neck to look up at him. "Now, which way are you gonna jump, baby? Out the door, or onto my team?"

"Your team… I choose your team," Carol whispered knowing that she had just signed away a part of her out of cowardice. But there was no choice. She couldn't let him humiliate and shame her in public, out where everyone could see her!

"That's good honey. I thought you would." A hand caught her under the chin and forced her head back up to him. He was pulling at the zipper of his fly as he spoke to her. "I got a few rules for my team honey. But the only one for you to remember is this: do what I tell you, when I tell you. Now, to prove that you've got that, I'd like you to give me a little head. Just call it an advance payment on your dues."

Carol's dark eyes darted to the long, semihard cock that he pulled out of his slacks. The beautiful woman stared at the prick in sick excitement. If she did what he demanded of her, that would be the end of her! He would own her and she'd be nothing more than a slave. But could she stand the public humiliation of a hearing and possible arrest as a child molester?