Fuck the police

The first thing that you noticed upon awakening was a weight pressing down on you. That was followed by a piecemeal of other sensations. Your arms were outstretched and sore, your wrists chaffing as they rubbed against the cold metal of handcuffs. Your mouth was stuffed full with what you assumed was a balled up pillowcase.

And then of course there was the tight wetness around your cock.

Allowing consciousness to fully return, you saw that the police officer from days earlier was currently riding your dick with all her worth. The sound of her skin slapping against yours filled the dark room, melding in with the groans of delight the woman was letting out as she bounced up and down your pole.

The tightness that massaged your dick was breathtaking, but you quickly became aware that you had been handcuffed to a bed, probably for some time considering how much your arms and shoulders were hurting. You wanted to command her to free you, but the gag pretty much put a stop to that.

The cop didn’t even seem to register that you had woken up, her dialated pink eyes gazing off into the distance looking at nothing.

Well, you thought, if you could get free using your own physical strength or through your new power, you decided knocking her up was your best course of action. You allowed the pleasure to wash over you, watching intently as this woman’s incredible body worked itself up and down on your cock, the way her tits bounced, the way sweat trailed down her abs and joined the slickness of your joined sexes. You basked in the rhymic tightness that pulsed around your manhood.

Without any resistance you allowed your release to come and spurted a hefty load into the woman’s cunt. The sudden action coaxed out a fluttering squirt of juices from the woman as you painted her insides white.

The effect was pretty quick. Her expression seemed to regain focus as she blinked long and hard, bringing a hand up to rub at her eyes. When she looked down at you there was something of an abashed expression on her face.

“Um....sorry,” she muttered, still sitting with your cock inside her, “let me get that for you,” she said as she removed the gag from your mouth before getting to work on the handcuffs. “I got a bit carried away.”

“You fucking shot me,” you replied, rubbing your wrists once they were free. “Where are we? What did you do with my friends?!”

“You’re at my apartment,” she replied. “And I dunno about your friends. I shot them too, but I’ve had enough pussy to last a lifetime so I just left them where they dropped,” she rolled her hips once more, “I only needed a nice cock and yours is pretty fucking good.”

A pant of worry crept through your body. Were they ok? Were they out looking for you? How long were you ****? These things spilled out in a worried rant, to which the cop shushed you with a gentle caress of your face.

“It’s been about an hour,” she said, “probably closer to 50 minutes. Don’t worry, ok? I’ll take you back to the campus and maybe we can all come back here for a party, how’s that sound?”

You growled with annoyance at her lackadaisical attitude and demanded she get off you. At once she adopted a meek demeanour and helped you get dressed, following you out of the dark apartment like a lost puppy. A very naked, very voluptuous puppy.

She drove like a madwoman as she cut through the apocalyptic streets until you both made it back to the college. You were practically running through the campus to the library, calling out for Gabby and the others, only be met with eerie silence. Eventually you doubled back to the observatory, hoping against hope that your mom and sister would still be inside.

Nothing. Terror built up inside you. They were gone.