Goes along with it

Crying in pain and humiliation, Emma looked at the stiff cock in front of her face.

"Don't cry, miss," the policeman said. Emma looked up hopefully. He went on: "I don't want you blubbering all over my cock." Chagrined, Emma suppressed her tears. "Wuss," remarked the voice in her head.

The cop put a hand on her head and with the other aimed his cock, which he slapped her face with a few times. Emma shivered in the cold air, feeling the hot member hitting her face, and praying that this would all soon be over and no one would ever know about it.

Grinning, the cop squeezed her mouth open and thrust his cock inside. Without a pause, it rammed deep and hit the entrance to her throat. Emma felt panic, but too scared and powerless to resist. "Good little slut," the cop said. He held her head tightly and thrust forward into her throat. Emma gagged, and tried to pull away. He ignored her, thrusting forward again, sliding his cock inches into her throat. Emma choked and struggled, feeling nausea rising.

Suddenly the Other spoke in her head. "Stop fucking it up, you stupid bitch," it said angrily. "Like this!" Emma felt her throat relaxing, and her reflexes stopped trying to expel the intruder.

"Ahh," the cop said appreciatively. He started to fuck her face, his cock sliding with minimal resistance up and down her throat.

Emma was still scared and humiliated, but the panic died down as she realised she could take the throat-fucking.

"Oh God," the cop said, clutching her head tightly. "I bet you'd look good with my cum all over your slutty face."

Emma's eyes widened, but she was not in a position to disagree.