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Driving a little faster than the posted speed limit, she hurried through the yellow light, okay, maybe orange, but not red, and immediately saw the flashing of red lights in her rear view mirror. "Damn, just what i need," she muttered as she pulled over to the curb and parked. Drumming her fingers against the steering wheel, she disgustedly thought of cops who take their time when giving tickets as the officer had not yet emerged from the car. He's not even a traffic cop, she thought looking at the unmarked car with the flashing light swirling red against the windshield's reflection.
She took out her wallet as the officer finally walked to her car, thinking to gracefully accept the ticket she almost, but not quite, deserved. "Excuse me, ma'am, would step out of the car please."
"Step out of car?!"
"Yes, step out of the car now," his smooth deep voice hardened as he repeated the order.
Heaving a sigh, she stepped out of the car, keys and wallet in hand, open to her license and holding her registration. Pasting a small smile on her face, she asked, "What is the problem officer?" while thinking, why can't you just give me the damn ticket and be done with it.
"Ma'am, if you would turn around."
"Turn around, whatever for?"
"Ma'am, you'll have to come with me."
Now slivers of fear began to run down her spine. Why would i be arrested? What if he's not really a cop remembering news stories of predators posing as policemen. Turning around, she tried to look at the face of the officer which was shaded under his hat and covered by reflective glasses. Her hands where suddenly pulled behind her back as every fear, every horror story, every thought and news story about women abducted and later found in a canyon flashed through her mind.
"Would you tell me why you are arresting me?"
"Ma'am, you have the right to remain silent..." the rest of his words drowning in haze of panicked and chaotic thought. Before she could catch her breath, she was summarily stuffed in the back of the police car, her own left on the side of the street.
The short ride passed in a daze of jumbled and confused thoughts of fear and anticipation. "What if this is real" the mantra repeatedly running through her brain so that she could not think, could not even form a coherent thought. The car pulled into an parking lot, she could hear the sound of gravel crunching under the tires and she suddenly realized she had no clue where she had been taken. The side door opened, the officer reached in, grabbed her by the hair and arm, wrenching her from the car, the sudden pain bringing tears to her eyes as she was pushed against the car, off balance with her hands still behind her. A blindfold was put over her eyes and tied so that it pulled her hair and she whimpered. "Oh God, please let it not be real, please let it not be real..." she repeated over and over as she was pulled, stumbling across the lot. They paused momentarily, she could hear a door open, still stumbling and off balance, but he held her so that she did not fall. "Oh God, please let it not be real", the mantra swirling through her head. She was pushed forward, falling against a bed, the scratchy cover rough against her face wet with tears.
Attempting to stand, she was knocked down again with a push to her back. "Lay down bitch" her captor growled pulling her by the arm more fully onto the bed and she cried out both in fear, "please let it not be real" and pain as her wrists were pulled against the metal cuffs. The momentary relief of the metal cuffs being removed was over almost as soon as she registered the sound and her hands were tied over her head. He leaned heavily upon her legs so she could not kick out at him. "Yeah, that's right cunt, just lay here, don't make a sound, don't even fucking move." Again, the low, growling sound of his voice skittered the fingers of fear and anticipation down her spine. A small whimper escaped her lips as he ripped open her shirt, the buttons softly thumping on the bed and pinging against wood - a nightstand?. Roughly grabbing her beasts, he squeezed tightly and then slapped each with an open hand, "Bitch, I said not one fucking sound." Her rapid shallow breathing and the sound of her flesh being slapped filled her ears as tears continued with the mantra, "please, not real..." "If you kick, I'll make you pray for death before I'm done." Lifting his weight from her legs, he bent her leg, heel next to her ass and wrapping her knees so the legs remain splayed open, tied her down, and repeated the process until she was fully exposed. "Just what I thought, bitch," he growled as he slapped her pussy, wet with arousal in spite of her fear. "Fucking slut, whore," and the slaps, harder now, rained down upon her sensitive inner thighs. The room began to smell of sweat, and fear, and aroused woman. "Don't think that will save you whore." He pinched her clit, her arousal grew with her pain and fear. "Don't want your fucking slit, bitch, I'm taking that ass." He laughed for a second as she gasped and whimpered.
"It's okay, breathe, breathe. "You're ready, you're ready," she repeated over and over. She flinched as felt his hands on her ass, lifted for display, her wetness sliding into the crack. Again he slapped her inner thighs.
"You fucking ready fuck-slut, are you ready" and he began to penetrate her ass, slower than she expected he would, she had imagined him ramming his large hard cock into her pussy, into her ass causing pain while he took his pleasure, his pleasure in her bound body, in her sex. Not so slowly as to be merciful and she felt the tightness, the restriction as he entered, the pain, quickly fading and replaced with a feeling of fullness. A minute pause, and he thrust his cock, drawing back to the edge before ramming it inside of her so that she flinched and jumped, a llittle fear, a little pain, with each stroke. Until he began to move faster. "You thought it would be easy, slut. You thought I'd take that slit, fuck that, i want your ass bitch." And he thrust harder, faster, his hands reaching forward to slap her breasts, to pinch her nipples.
"Oh please oh please," she whimpered. She jumped, crying out in earnest as he slapped her face, once, twice.
"Bitch, I told you not ONE fucking sound. Shut the fuck up and take it like the fuck-slut you are." Slapping her once again, he returned to torturing her breasts, slapping, pinching, his hips pistoning faster and faster, the tightness of the hole, the excitement, prevented him from lasting as long as he'd like.His breathing faster, labored, his hips pounded into her ass and his fingers cruelly twisting her nipples, her hips began to move, she could not help herself. "Oh fuck no, no you don't whore." He slammed his hips into her ass, jerking as he came, groaning as he spewed his cum into her ass. Her hips strained forward, she was so close.
He pulled out, slapped her wet pussy, the inside of her thighs. "Fuck, not for you whore. What, you think this shit is for YOUR pleasure." He slapped her again before untying her legs and then her hands. She sat up in time to catch the clothes he tossed at her. Slightly disoriented, her focus still momentarily on her arousal, the ache between her legs unsatisfied. "Hurry up, get your clothes on."
She quickly dressed. She could hear him moving around before he grabbed her arms, replaced the metal cuffs, and shoved her toward the door. Again a pause, the door opening as they retraced their steps. Another pause, before she was pushed into the car, falling hard onto the vinyl seat. He slammed the door, and then she could hear him get in the car and start the engine. Again the short drive and he stopped. She could hear the sounds of traffic as he opened the door, pulled her out and took off her blindfold. He handed her her wallet and keys, and lightly propelled her toward her car with a slight push to her lower back. Getting back into his car, he drove away.
Holding her shirt closed, she got into and began to start her car, when she looked on the windshield. A ticket!
He was already at the house when she arrived, "What took so long honey?"
Waving it in the air she said disgustedly, "I got a damn parking ticket." She smiled as he laughed.
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