Another car shows up just in time.

This is it. Your cum covered fingers are under your skirt and less than an inch from your virgin pussy and a lifetime of sexual slavery to the man holding your wrist. You don’t want this but you’ve never felt so powerless.

“Wait,” you gasp, not really expecting him to listen. As far as he’s concerned you’ve got people to do and cocks to suck.

“Shit!” he growls angrily. Your eyes look up at him fearfully. You weren’t even resisting and somehow you still managed to anger him. To your relief however, he isn’t looking at you, but over your head. Following his gaze you quickly see a car traveling up the dusty road towards you. The light bar on the roof means only one thing, a cop!

Turning back towards your would-be master, you’re surprised to find him already climbing into his car. For just an instant, he turns back as if to retrieve you; but by now, even you can hear the crunch of gravel of the approaching car. His eyes dart back and forth before his shoulders finally slump in defeat and he closes the car door.

“You belong to me, Emily,” he calls gruffly through the window as he starts his car, “and I’ll get what belongs to me.” With that, you are sprayed with gravel his car speeds off in the opposite direction.

You watch the horrible man go, relieved to finally be free of him. You’ve already decided that you won’t try to press any charges. You’ll have the nice cop drive you back to your car and nobody will EVER know how tainted you’ve become.

Turning back to the cop car you see the local Cop already hoisting himself out of the car. Balding and more than a little overweight; his uniform shirt strains to hold back his massive beer belly. But it doesn’t matter, he could be a leper as far as you’re concerned; he chased the bad man away and saved you!

“You alright miss?” he asks gently, “Looks like you got left.”

“Wha? Oh, no,” you reply with a nervous laugh, “I didn’t know him. He just offered me a, uh, ride.”

“Into the middle of a cornfield?” the Cop asks in a slightly accusatory tone.

“Uh… no, I… uh… don’t know why he chose here,” you reply. You don’t want to let the word spread so you don’t want to share anything else that happened. As the Cop approaches you, you can see his eyes travel down your body and you quickly glance down at yourself.

Humiliation blossoms in your chest as you realize how you must look to him. Dirty and half dressed with sperm running down your belly and smeared across one hand. And now, here you are saying that you don’t know the man who OBVIOUSLY was at least partially responsible for leaving you in this state.

“Well,” says the Cop with a shrug, “you’ve really got to be careful in this line of work, missy, or sometimes you’re going to get left in some weird places.”

You feel your cheeks flood with color as your eyes drop to the ground. He thinks you’re a whore. With one glance, he’s made the decision that you’re nothing but a dirty whore.

“Come on,” continues the Cop as he turns back towards his car, “lets get the usual business out of the way so that we can get you back to your corner.”

Your corner. You fight back the urge to cry as you consider it. You’re ruined now. Spoiled. Maybe you DO deserve to spend your life working some wretched street corner. You sigh miserably. Wait… what did he mean by the ‘usual business?’

What does the Cop mean by ‘usual business’? Paperwork? Something else??