Eww! You'd rather spend a night in jail.

You stare at the growing mound in the Policeman’s pants as his fingers gently massage it. Go to the jail or… or what?! You can still feel the taste of the other man’s organ as it slid across your tongue and the salty brine as he poured it into your mouth and down your throat. You can still feel the sticky warmth as it splashed against your exposed skin; tainting you forever. Are you really prepared to find out what this Cop thinks would be a good alternative to a trip to the Police Station?

Hell. No.

“No thank you, sir,” you say as your eyes drop away from his pants into your own lap, “the Station will be just fine.”

There’s a long silence as he sits and stares at you before he finally responds, “fine.”

You look up as you hear his door open again. Nervously you watch as he gets out and circles the front of the Cruiser and approaches your door. “Alright, out,” he commands as he pulls your door open.

Was he kidding about running you in? Is he letting you go? Sure you’ll still be here in the middle of nowhere, but that doesn’t seem quite as bad as it did a moment ago. Carefully you climb out of the car. “So what are we doi—“ your question is cut off as he grabs one of your arms and immediately spins your around to face the car again. Roughly he presses in behind you, pushing you up against the side of the vehicle. You can only squeak in surprise as each of your hands is pulled behind you and a moment later, cold, unyielding steel snaps into place around each of your wrists.

“I—I—I--, “ you blurt out in panic as he finally gives you a little space to breathe.

“Had your chance,” he says, apparently finishing your sentence. “Do you have any weapons or illicit substances on your person?” he asks, managing to sound both businesslike and angry at the same time.

“I—I—No!” you reply as tears well up in your eyes. ****, tainted and now, arrested? Can your day really get any worse?

“Sure about that?” he hisses hotly in your ear, “guess I better check.”

“Please…” you whisper as he leans down behind you.

Beginning at your heels, he drags his rough fingers up along your bare legs. You squeeze your eyes shut at you hear him grunt in appreciation. His hands move higher, strongly gripping each of your ass cheeks before they move around to your front to slide between your legs.

Despite your predicament, you gasp as his probing hands press into your virgin pussy. His fingers slide back and forth a few times, rubbing your labia back and forth as you whimper pathetically.

“That’s what I thought,” he grunts. Satisfied, his hands move higher, under your already ruined shirt until they each wrap around one of your sensitive breasts. Your embarrassment only increases as you realize how hard your nipples already are before he pinches them tightly. Must your body betray you at every opportunity?!

Finally, his hands pull away and he pulls open the door to the backseat of the Cruiser; you obviously don’t deserve to sit in the front anymore. With a yank, he pulls you away from the side of the car so that he can shove you into the back but you step funny, and quickly lose your footing. Before you even realize what’s happening, you’re on your knees staring up past the Cop’s oversized gut into his leering face.

“Whoa,” he says with a laugh, “I guess you’re more eager to pay up than you thought.” One of his hands reaches down to run though your hair as he considers you. “God, you look so much like my daughter,” he says with a strange twinkle in his eye.

You’re handcuffed and helpless. Does the Cop decide to take advantage or to push you back into the Cop Car?