A Dirty Cop for a Dirty Girl

The commotion outside the door was frenetic. All I could hear was a cacophony of yelling and ****, peppered with the occasional sound of breaking furniture. I looked to One Under for guidance and, hopefully, an escape. I wasn’t sure if anything I had done was technically illegal, but I had no desire to explain myself, my state of undress, or my cum-spattered appearance to the police.

I couldn’t read One Under’s expression; he looked like he was deep in his thoughts while he quickly dressed, and whatever they were, I wasn’t in them. My heart sank for a moment, rising only again when he turned his eyes back on to me.

"Fuck. I had more plans for you, bitch," he punctuated the statement with a quick grope of my sweat-slickened breasts. Involuntarily, I pressed myself into him and leaned in for a kiss. To my dismay, but not shock, it was not reciprocated. I felt a sharp tug on the back of my head as he unceremoniously discarded me and I landed with a sickening thud on the disgusting bathroom floor. Before I could recover, One Under was gone.

I trembled, alone and terrified, listening to the sounds of gunfire and shouting protected only by a single wooden door. I held my hands over my ears, with tears streaming from my eyes. How on Earth had I gotten mself into this. Somehow, I blamed Paul. If he had just fucked me like the slut I was, I wouldn't be here. I could feel the cum dripping out of me onto the floor, almost as if a karmic confirmation of what I had become.

Outside, I became aware of a sudden and deafening calmness. It wasn't silent; I could hear a few adrenaline filled voices and the shuffle of of panicked movements approaching my makeshift safe haven. Suddenly, with a startling bang, the door swung open. In front of me stood a large-bodied, police officer in full uniform. Alarmingly, he had his pistol aimed directly at me.

I let out a shrill scream, unable to contain my fear. The officer, to his credit, kept his cool, lowering his weapon, but still staring at me intently. A smirk crossed his face, having taken in my stunningly beautiful naked body, but he made no move to comfort or cover me.

"Get up. You need to come with me." He commanded, coldly.

I found myself numbly obeying through my hysterical sobs, standing weakly and moving to the beckoning man. As I stepped within arms reach of the overweight officer, he grabbed my wrists and turned me, painfully cuffing my hands behind my back. "This is for my protection, sweetheart," he stated. Holding me by the cuffs, he let his hands roam over my body, taking time to slip a greasy finger into my cunt, eliciting a yelp from me. I felt his warm breath against my neck as he let out a single, guttural laugh. "Gotta make sure you aren't hiding anything, sugar," he explained, although the pinching of my nipples seemd a bit gratuitous. I couldn't help but moan as he did.

The officer lead me through the bar; it was filled with the bodies, most notably One Under's. I stared, slack-jawed at the corpse of the man whose cum is still sliding out of me. I'm shaken from my stupor by a hard slap across my ass. "Keep moving, funbags," my captor demanded. I obeyed dumbly, being led outside and into the back of a waiting cruiser.

I blinked, looking up at the officer, noting his name: Butters. His eyes were fixed on me and I met his gaze. "Well, how about you start by telling me what you saw in there?"

I shook my head, not sure what to say. "N ... nothing. I don't know. I was in the bathroom. I didn't see anything!" I finally replied.

"The men's room. Naked. Where that piece of shit came from, incidentally," he clarified with another smirk. He let out a belch, blowing the odorous gas my way. "But that's good. You saw nothing. Keep it that way. And what about your boyfriend? Did he have a gun in there with you?"

"Wha-? N...no! He didn't have a-" before I can finish, Officer Butters's hand comes hard across my face. The tears well up anew.

"That was bad, baby," he said, almost bored. A flicker of an idea seemed to flash in his eyes. "Let's try that again. It's not your fault. He had a gun to your head. You had **** but to let him violote you, isn't that right?"

I shake my head. "I ... I don't understand. That isn't what hapenned. Nobody ever **** me!"

Officer Butters rolled his eyes. "Fucking dumb bimbo sluts ..." he said, to no one on particular. He let out a sigh before addressing me again, "Well, I suppose that's a flaw in my plan. Open your mouth, fuckhole. I'm going to fix that." He dropped his pants, exposing an eagerly throbbing and glistening seven inch cock.

He didn't wait for me to protest, instead pressing his erection against my lips until I complied and accomodated his erection against my tongue. "This is what it's like to be ****, honey. This is what that fucker did to you. You got that?" Butters instructed me.

"Mmmhmm," I moaned in acknowledgement around his shaft. Instinct kicked in, and I began to let my tongue slide ravenously across his member, savoring his musky taste. Soon, I felt the tip of his cock press gently against the back of my throat, rhythmically drumming in my head with each thrust. Despite myself, I felt my nipples harden and my pussy dampen. I felt his stubby fingers coil themselves around my blonde hair, guiding the pace of my bobbing.

"Ohhhh ... fuck yeah, cum dump. You're getting it through your pretty little empty head now, aren't you?" His cock began to twitch predictably against the roof of my mouth. "You're gonna be a useful little fucktoy for me, aren't you, baby?" He punctuated his declaration with a satisfied series of grunts, sending several spurts of his rancid cum down my waiting throat, before pulling his softening dick out of my mouth and stroking my cheek. I looked up at him, blithely licking a stray strand of his sperm off my bottom lip. "So ... about that gun ..."