Fuck the Police

Elly, fumbling with the metal button of her shorts - dammit! D-damn - dammit!

The wet denim h-had constricted - had barely fit in the first place. She didn't need this! She didn't need any of this, least of all... flexing her tummy and lifting her butt for leverage -

Elaine almost screamed in surprise when a sudden beam of white light cut through the glass beside her - focused right on the predicament in her shorts.

Traffic stops - he was supposed to take his time, run her information, n-not - !

Elly... Elly pushed the button t-to roll her window down. Gentle mechanical whirring...

Light blinded her. A small tactical flashlight shown up to her chest, over her breasts clearly visible through her white shirt - soaked in water and -

A-and beer.

She was screwed. Beyond screwed, and seeing double.

"I - I know I was speed- "

"I'm going to need you to step out of the car, Miss."

Elly swallowed. That... that wasn't good. Any hope...

"Slowly. Hands in sight, and away from your shorts."

Oh, god. Please, just... hands awkwardly... hands up, despite the state of h-her clothing...

All Elly could see was blinding, blurry light - with no clear view of the source of the gruff, authoritative voice that had caught her.

"I - m-my license..." Elly reached for her glove box -

"Hands!"

A movement of light clued Elly - the officer's hand moved onto his holster.

"Sorry!" What did he think she was going to do?! "S-sorry, I... sorry."

Sh-shaking. Hands up by her miserable, squinted face, Elly was literally shaking.

"Information later. Get out of the car."

Terrified, the ebony girl... the flashlight slowly drifted away from her hands. Down her body.

"I... I'm opening the door. Just... just opening..."

O-over her thin, wet white shirt and lingering o-on her breasts, her clearly visible brown nipples...

Elly slowly, carefully got her drunk ass out of the car - avoiding any woozy stumbles, trying to appear as naturally graceful as possible while grip... gripping the frame of her car door with one hand for support.

Slowly... the teenager slowly crossed the other hand over her chest, where the light was lingering on her nearly transparent clothing.

God, how humiliating. E-Elly... she was good. A good student, a good...

This couldn't be happening. None of it.

"Close the door, Miss."

E-Elly... Elly shut the door. S-steady. Steady feet.

"I'd like you to place your hands by your sides, Miss. Do not put them inside your pockets or your waistband."

The muscles in the college student's back, her shoulders and arms all knotted.

T-tighter. Under his eyes, tighter. She needed... her modesty demanded...

"You will comply." God, she was in so much trouble. A-and, her fingers started to slip. "Hands by your sides."

E-Elly...

Her hand dropped. Tried to rise again, fluttering over her stomach, and then dropped to remain by her side, while she hung her head in shame.

"Mm-hm. 'I Consent'."

The officer's eyes lingered over... over Elaine's breasts, visible in all their glory through the damp fabric of her white shirt. She could feel him looking, crawling along - there was no pretense, no secret that he was getting an eyeful o-of... of everything. The contrasting brown curve of each upright boob, her natural cleavage - her d-dark nipples, rock hard and straining with each inward, shaking breath.

"Want to tell me what that is about?"

Elly shook her head 'no'. Sh-she... throat dry and tongue sticky, she didn't think she could speak coherently, even if she wanted to attempt to explain...

It was like she was reliving it. The gropes - everything. And this time she couldn't kick. Couldn't run.

"I see." The shining flashlight finally left her chest, drifting slowly over her undone Daisy Duke's... her sm-smooth brown legs... and back up to Elly's face, half-blinding her.

"Miss - you were pulled over for speeding and erratic driving. Upon inspection of your vehicle, the smell of **** was immediately apparent, as is now an inability to stand easily without support."

"Do you have a medical explanation for that?"

Elly flinched. N-no, another shake of her head -

"You're intoxicated."

The world spun.

She sh-shook her head 'no' for a third time, lied, while the accusation hung in the windless air.

With a push of his wrist, the officer closed Elaine's car door. His hand brushed her shoulder - more than brushed.

Elly shivered alone, and her lips moved silently - stop.

Stop everything.

"... Further," The officer began again slowly, deliberately - he locked eyes with the black girl, and Elly saw... really saw his face for the first time. Older, likely closer to sixty than fifty. Serious, and strong - and illuminated frighteningly in the alternating red and blue of his cruiser's lightbar.

"Further, I observed an attempt to conceal an object - possibly more than one, inside your shorts and again in your shirt."

The slow gears of Elly's mind, the haze...

... What?

"Arms out, straight to your sides."

Elly didn't... didn't understand - not until a rough hand did it for her. The flashlight found a holster on the police officer's shoulder, and two hands lifted her arms up, out, and -

G-grabbed, went straight for the negro girl's bruised and scratched breasts. Lifting, stretching, p-parting them, a-and pain - fear.

Elly's breath caught. Trapped. A room full of grabbing, **** frat boys, pulling her back in, twisting her a-and -

"No!" Elly instinctively shoved away the sudden violation, ready to s-scream.

The eighteen year old college student's world turned and spun, out of her control.

Whirled like she was nothing, Elly - "Ow!" Elaine was pressed up against her car, and steel bit into her wrists - pulled behind her. Kicking, behind her -

"Still!"

Elly stilled, and whimpered, while she... her chest was groped anew from behind. The breath pressed out of her by the old cop's heavy body, pinned, she didn't have a choice. H-hands reached around and kneaded her straining flesh - fast and hard, and while it might have been superficially similar to a frisk...

It wasn't. He was getting a feel, and Elly... Elly h-had to take it.

"Nothing there after all, hmm?"

Finally, h-he moved on. A half ticklish, half painful squeeze of her ribs, hands all over her tight stomach, a cursory brush over her arms...

Elly compliantly lifted up each foot, let him check the space between her flip-flops and the bottom of her feet, and didn't say... didn't do anything when the older man's hands drift up her smooth brown legs. One at a time, feeling the muscles of her thighs, h-her shaking muscles...

Up the holes around the back of her shorts, inside, tugging apart the flesh of her clenched butt.

"Th... that's..."

"Shh..." His voice wasn't like before. Quiet and... and keeping her quiet...

Standing tall behind her again, one of the police officer's hands snaked around the bone of Elly's hips, and -

"- fnnh!" Elly whispered, biting her lip. Jesus, she w-was turned on so... so hard by this... sneaking inside her shorts - she wanted to get free! She - !

"What's this doing unbuttoned?" Softly... like sh-she could be soothed into... "What were you hiding inside when I found you?"

"S-shtop..." Elly whined, face mashed into her car's hood. It was going inside, further parting her zipper, and i-involuntarily thrusting her butt out a little, the black girl - "Peashe..."

Elly closed her eyes, and pleaded silently as... reaching around from behind her... the hand disappeared inside her shorts.

"I know you were hiding something. You tell me how to find it, and we'll talk."

F-find...

Finding her clit, touching her slit, Elly's panties were slowly pulled aside - "There?"

"Stop!" Elly gasped.

It stopped.

It just... there, firm and warm, and on top of her soft sex. His hand stopped short of rubbing Elly's bare pussy.

Elly, breathing hard, s-stopped short of cumming in the open street, in her wet cut-offs.

"... That'll do for now." The edge on his voice - a mistake. Elly was sure, for a moment, that somehow she had made her b-biggest mistake yet, in a night full of them.

Slowly it withdrew. He withdrew, and her jean shorts remained unbuttoned.

And Elly knew she was screwed. So screwed. She was back in reality, not being touched. Cuffed, and waiting f-for... for whatever was coming.

"Well, the frisk might have turned up nothing, but we will require a more thorough examination in booking."

"Gah!" Lifted by her bound wrists, Elly was escorted away from her car, and to the back of the police cruiser.

Walking, trudging in her wet shirt, her open shorts with her wrists pulled up painfully behind her, Elly listened, wh-while her sins -

"Along with your formal arrest - for driving under the influence of ****, underage drinking, public indecency, assaulting a police officer in the performance of his duties. Looking at solicitation of sex, concealment of a weapon, illegal substance, or stolen property pending a cavity exam by a female officer..."

The door opened, and Elly's spinning, dizzy head - ****?! He had - !

"Watch your head." Even though she was already stooped low, a hand on the back of Elly's neck brought her lower, and she was unceremoniously tossed in the back seat.

"Your car will require a thorough search. Is there anything you'd like to declare first?"

This... Elly could almost have forgotten her molestation. The officer was brutally formal, professional, he...

M-maybe she should h-have...

"No," Elly replied truthfully, "N-no." Her car was clean, uncluttered, a-and certainly nothing -

But, what if he planted something? The way things were going...

Oh, god.

"Didn't think so. Ill be taking your license and registration. The glove box?"

Elly didn't remember nodding, or saying... but she must have. With a final slam shut, Elly was left alone.

Alone, lying down on the uncomfortable, hard plastic of the cop's back seat. Thoroughly wet, with bruised breasts and half undressed. Elly curled her legs beneath her, and waited.

And waited.

And heard her charges over and over, in her head. No passing cars. No rescue. Just her own breathing, the strobes of warning lights outside, red and blue, and the occasional, faint sound of her car doors or trunk slamming shut.

The driver's door, in front of the partition, opened.

"You're clean."

Elly almost sobbed in relief. E-even though she knew it should be... i-it...

"Elaine Lockley," Her captor noted approvingly, absently, typing on his keyboard, "That's a nice name - none of that extra junk. A name that any girl might have. I like that."

With the creak of leather, the police officer turned in his seat.

"I'm Officer Hayden. 'Sir' is fine, if that's too much to remember."

Elly would never be able to forget. Not anything, about her endless night.

"Elaine..." O-Officer Hayden mused, fingers typing again.

"No outstanding warrants... no priors. Not even so much as a ticket." The smell of plastic seats and beer...

E-Elly stopped fidgiting, moving, as the officer - Officer Hayden turned back again.

"Completely clean, huh?" A shadow of a smirk crossed his grizzled face -

Or... didn't.

“Elaine, you have a choice." Dead serious, he spoke slowly - measured and completely sure of himself.

"I can place you under arrest and take you down to the station. There will be a supervised cavity search," N-no... "And a booking on the charges I listed. More charges, Elaine, with what your search will show." There was no doubt there. None.

If Elly opened her mouth, she would have bawled like a baby.

"... You’d be spending at least the night in jail, with an appearance before the judge for arraignment and bail hearing tomorrow. Every charge presented."

His last words carried the finality of a closing prison cell. B-but after a pause...

“There is one other option. This is your first time for any offense, and... I'm willing to handle it." Officer Hayden blinked. R-reading her face... Elly kept still, she... "Here, myself, with you. I can conduct the necessary search - a full search, and I'll only do so with your consent."

Oh... god. His eyes didn't stray t-to her shirt, but... but the awful t-tingling in Elly's stomach...

"Now, providing nothing is found that warrants further charges, we can leave your car here, and I can drive you home with a warning but no charges at this time. It’s up to you."

"In a moment we will pull away. Elaine - station, cavity search, booking and jail tonight, with arraignment and bail hearing tomorrow? Or... something much cleaner, for you.”

D-dirtier. Elly knew... even drunk a-and... she knew...

She knew she shouldn't. What he was suggesting - she knew she shouldn't.

"Just... just a search," Elly whispered. She had to. He knew it, and she had to.

Officer Hayden nodded.

It s-sounded better like that. Searches happened. Not... stripped, bent over, opened -

Stop. J-just... "A-and if you don't find anything - ?" Just a search.

Something in Officer Hayden's face -

"If, um, you don't find m-much, I mean? I can... you'll let me go?" G-go. "Everything?" Go, a-and forget... Elly s-stopped trying to meet the white policeman's hard eyes, and instead watched her knees rhythmically kn-knock together.

Stimulating her. Sh-she stopped. Strip searched - cavity searched.

Ss-top! Knees -

"Just a search," Officer Hayden assured Elly reasonably, from the driver's seat.

L-liar. Lying...

"Just to make sure you aren't more than a nice girl who made a few big mistakes tonight. Right?"

Elaine... she knew... knew it wasnt... she wasn't agreeing to j-just...

"Mistakes that could cost you a hell of a lot, Miss Lockley," As if she needed the reminder.

"... But it's your choice."

Elaine didn't have a choice.

Elly nodded quickly, miserably, before she could allow herself to dwell on it, and felt her knees knock and squeeze together again, before she c-could -

It was a fight with her body, to relax them.

"Right," Officer Hayden repeated, and with a leathery squish he was out the driver door - slammed shut behind him.

The flashing lights, red and blue, were gone.

Wh-what had she done? Immediate regret -

Oh, god. Ohgodohgodohgod... footsteps, sh-shadows -

When the car door opened Elly saw the white latex gloves, jammed in Officer Hayden's belt, before anything else.

"Out."

Elly blinked, a-and didn't quite remember how she... drunkenly on her feet, smelling the scent o-of him -

A single finger pulled up the bottom of Elly's shirt, while Officer Hayden looked - watched her for resistance.

The black girl... the black girl didn't. Right there on the deserted street, she mutely allowed him peel it up, over her t-tits - the wet material clinging long enough that her breasts got dragged u-up along with her shirt...

And then down, bouncing into place - wet and cold with deep brown nipples so stiff they ached.

"There you go. No need for a shirt that says nasty things - a black girl like you showing these off?"

A 'black girl'. I-if Elly could have felt any worse about drunkenly baring her breasts in public, cuffed and under ****...

Then she did, when warm, dry hands touched her n-naked, teen body. Her stomach, her...

"Well, that says everything you need to say." Elly could smell stale cigarettes, leather and m-male...

"Doesn't it?"

"Y-yesss," Elaine's breath came out as a sharp, pained hiss, when she got a squeeze - when she didnt answer right away.

"... 'Sir'." Officer Hayden added softly.

Elly closed her eyes, and swallowed.

"Yes... Sir," The colored girl agreed.

G-god. Just a search. J-just... let the drink h-help, just make it through -

Latex snapped, bringing Elly back.

"You're not going to keep any secrets from me tonight, Sweetheart..." Officer Hayden's breath was quicker, his voice... as he showed his power over her, the veneer professionalism had gone.

A-and Elly was at his mercy. Her deal...

What d-deal had she made? Her s-secrets...

She wanted to keep them.

The flashlight was back off the policeman's shoulder, and pointed straight at Elly's face.

She wanted them back.

"Open those colored girl lips for me."

Swallow... swallowing, Elly opened her lips, her teeth - barely, and felt a latex coated finger enter the corner of her mouth, between her sharp, white teeth...

Elly smelled it. Tasted it. Mild, bitter...

Ch-Cheryl had... even when masturbating her, had...

E-Elly looked away, looked down the deserted road behind her, and opened a little more.

"Nhh!" The fingers touching her thick bottom lip pulled it down, pulled her mouth open and revealed the dark pink skin beneath, and bright light flooded her mouth.

"Very nice teeth..." Elly... the appraisal h-hit her to the core. "Very nice." Breasts out in the open, fingers in her mouth, like.. like livestock. "You hiding anything in there?"

J-Jesus - he opened Elly even more, and stretched her cheek. R-running a finger along her gums, prodding her damn molars.

"Uh-uh," Elly grunted, a-and a finger slid along her tongue. Back...

"You swallow anything?"

B-back...! Too far, st- !

"Gguh-Uh!"

Elly felt her throat muscles work - flexing, lit up and wet and right on the edge of gagging -

"Tongue up." The finger down her throat f-finally - not wanting to give him any excuse, Elly curled her long, pink tongue back, "To the side," To the side, and let the authoritarian police officer pinch and pull and examine her tongue and cheeks every which way.

Elly felt thoroughly, utterly violated by the time she was allowed to close her mouth, a-and she hadn't even...

Even...

"Two more to go." Back fondling her breasts, not even disguising h-his - "Remember - I'm helping you out."

"Y-yes, Sir," Elly mumbled.

God - his hands were on her waist. H-he... he could play with her breasts all night if it would spare her - she sh-should have let him the first time.

A prompt turned Elly around, facing the police car - at least she wouldn't have t-to see his stern, grandfatherly face l-looking a-at her exposed privates. Steeling herself - she had to. Elly -

The colored girl almost lost her balance at the first tug. Tipsy and cuffed - her wet shorts and panties w-wouldn't drop. "Stubborn little slut." Officer Hayden pulled and worked them down... rolled-up panties... d-down...

He touched her, and Elly's eyes rolled back as she felt her engorged lips s-squish.

"Hmph."

Squish! S-s-stop - !

"I've never seen a girl get this wet off a routine pat down and oral search."

Sh-shut up. Shut up. Shut... Elly...

"Not even another black girl."

Elly felt him spread her bare buttcheeks, and a little moan escaped her lips.

He was looking... seeing everything. Everything. She c-could feel cool air on her mound, even on her clenched anus, and his damn shoulder-mounted flashlight... a-and cars occasionally passed under the exit overpass in the distance, i-if one of them...

"Ah!" Cool gel touched, his finger touched her wrinkled sphincter, spreading over the sensitive skin.

"Calm down, Sweetheart - keep it under control. This is a search, not one of your dates."

H-her - shutting her mouth, her hips...

Oh, god.

"Now, deep breath. Relax. You're almost home." Home. Oh... god. "I've done this with plenty of your sisters - they all could take it. If you can put it up there, I can get it out."

"But th-there's nothing u-UP - !" Instinctively Elly tried to bite her palm, bite anything as steady **** stretched her poor anal ring.

"RrrRGH!"

Pulling on her cuffs, shoulders shaking and elbows straining, Elly stooped over - her face smooshed and her teeth gnashed against cool glass as she f-felt... opening... god it hurt.

"Well there's something up there now, isn't there?" Officer Hayden chuckled.

He laughed! There were no words for the humiliation... her violation - she shouldn't be here! Sh-she shouldn't... a sob escaped Elly's gritted teeth. Whole body tensed, raw -

"Honey, relax your cheeks. We're not getting anywhere like this." A hand r-rubbed a globe of Elaine's broad brown buttocks.

"You must play a sport. Volleyball?"

His hand up her ass like a damn puppet - Elly seethed a-and -

"T-tennis!" Elly finally... l-like small talk would - !

Some more slipped in, while Elaine's face cheeks huffed and puffed.

"That's good. A lot went in. See?"

The... the thin, flexible walls inside Elaine's rectum screamed t-to -

God - Stop!

"Please!!" Elly whined, tears streaming openly down her face.

"There's really nothing up there?

"No!" Elly... he was killing her! H-he... her feet stomping awkwardly for a painful moment...

"N-no, Sir." Elly whispered. The butt-rubbing hand reached beneath her, and touched a hanging breast. K-kind of... almost like when Cheryl m-milked her...

Elly looked behind her, over her shoulder, at the older white man pushing his way into her guts, a-and deliberately...

The teary-eyed colored girl gave him her best pouty face. Something she hadn't worn since her dad... since he went away.

"Please," Elly pouted, brow wrinkled upwards.

Her dangling tit got a little pat.

Slowly...

Slowly the burning discomfort began retreating. L-leaving. God, it felt good t-to...

"Eemp!" Elly squeaked, a-at the final, humiliating pop -

S-slowly... breathe...

Slowly, Elly felt her warped anus return to its previous, intact state.

Sore as her violated anal opening was, she clenched it tight in the cop's face - defiantly, just to prove she could, and again leaned her forehead against the car window.

Breathe. B- "Mmp!"

A finger ran the length of her juicy slit. A b-bare finger, no glove.

She could tell. Sensitive as her engorged lips were, she... she could just tell.

"Shaved... smooth." Something in Officer Hayden's voice, something soft and almost subdued...

"I have a duty, you know."

Elaine, busted ass aching... swallowed. The night had never been so quiet, and the change in his demeanor, this newest change...

The colored girl licked her lips.

"I... I know," Elly lied. Some survival instinct - some feeling that his pants were going to come off, or worse if she -

"... Bend over."

Already bent over, wrists cuffed behind her... Elly didn't argue. J-just quietly further lowered herself, her dizzy head hanging between her quivering knees. Please don't, please -

His thumb... not his penis, his thumb touched her, pulled... spread her.

One side of Elly's bare vagina parted with a little moist noise.

"No lubricant needed here, is there?" The return t-to mocking, the fact that it was his fingers on her, rather than something u-unzipped, was almost a relief.

Almost, e-except Elly's most sacred place, her virgin... h-her... "U-uh..."

The bent over black co-ed got spread wide, both thumbs, and peered into.

At least... he would see she was intact. Even all her sports, masturbation and the rest h-hadn't -

"There's an obstruction here, Elaine."

"Th-that's..." Elly gasped, and - not his hands. Something cold and smooth and hard pressed against the teen's slit, twisting back and forth, then sliding... "Stop!" Sports, masturbation - nothing h-had completely destroyed Elly's -

"A thorough examination requires I remove it." Hayden's coldly professional...

"N-Gh!"

Elly's pupils constricted to pinpoints. I-it touched her ache, pressed into h-her -

"No! Puh-pease...!" Lips smearing the window in front if her -

"Hold still."

"I-I'm a virgin!" Elly gasped. Unyielding wood, impossibly thick touched her virgin hole, then, steady pressure...

It ****... opened... sp-split her soft lips -

Why? Why??

NO!

Beyond, sliding right in.

"RRGh!" Elly banged her head against the window.

Something ripped inside the teen girl - while the object kept going, unimpeded.

Every slow inch entering Elly, inside her body for the first time... it was so hard. Hurting, stretching, filling her -

"Wh-... why...?"

"A black bitch your age still a virgin? Inconceivable," the grandfatherly cop gruffly scoffed and guffawed in derision. Having fun at the clever precision of his pun. And yet, Elly could also hear, not just amusement but also genuine astonishment at her chaste state.

"That's just against the laws of nature with a girl like you. Black girls generally. But one like you? Out in public advertising 'I consent.' Flashin' her big bare tits. Shorts open, gash gushin' over cavity search?"

"Before that even. It wasn't just **** I smelled through your car window. Got a good whiff of that hot, wet twat of yours too. Confronting such fragrant..." Elly could hear his amusement again "…And flagrant violation of the laws of nature, I'd be neglectin' my duty as a law enforcement officer if I didn't make sure you felt ..."

The nightstick tw-twisted and t-t-turned slowly inside her. One way, then the other. So vile and invasive. So perverted and pervasive. And yet almost languid in its intensely sensuous, immensely arousing movement along the liquid walls of her vagina.

Then, even more tortuously slowly, it slid out. That maddeningly full, so shameful and powerful, feeling surging inside and throughout her vaginal passage retreated. Left her empty, feeling bereft, as inch by s-s-smooth, h-h-hard -

"The full **** of the law!"

N- !

"HW-WHEEEH!" Elly squealed.

"What the fuck?!"

"HhnnGh! WHEEEH!" Elly snorted and squealed.

"You little...!"

"GUH! HhnnGh! WHEEEH!"

The squatting colored college girl grunted, snorted and squealed as she waddled away from the officer closer to his squad car, his nightstick still stuck and lewdly wagging from her sore wet twat. As the plop-plop of her flip flops punctuated each of her ridiculous vocalizations, Elly wondered how the kind of cop black people had long called pigs had gotten her sounding like a pig!

"You pissed on my hand." Officer Hayden growled.

Elly squirmed and squeezed her pelvic muscles, feeling her bare butt and the baton wagging again as her bare tits and belly pressed down against the cold trunk of the cruiser.

"FfFFF!"

The negro college girl cringed and gasped as the... the weapon inside her slowly slid...

"I... I'm sorry..." N-not pee. She … She'd squirted. Again. Hard. Squirted and squealed like a … Elly w-would... couldn't say it out loud. Didn't even want to think it.

"Gh..."

It slid out of Elly's freshly devirginized hole, and hit the ground with a wooden clatter.

"Urinating on an officer of the law." A wet noise - Officer Hayden sh-shook his hand off behind her, and picked up his freshly lacquered truncheon. "That could be another ****, slut."

Good luck... some s-spark, some final spark of -

Elly smiled grimly.

Good luck explaining that a-****.

"Nh-eep!"

Officer Hayden hit her sore, bald kitty with one last menacing t-tap.

"Disgusting."

God... Elly whimpered. Her body... her heart, e-empty... just -

"Clean this shit up."

From behind her head, a fat, wet f-finger pried open Elly's lips, invaded...

E-Elly didn't have any fight left in her. Didn't, sh-she... she let him in, let his fingers inside her mouth -

"All over. Can't believe you pissed on my hand."

She didn't have any fight left. It had been ripped out if her. B-bobbing, licking her squirt off the three white fingers stuffed in her mouth...

"Nasty little whore."

Whap!

A hand s-slapped Elaine's sore rump.

"Turn around. I want to see this."

"You're a nasty little whore," Officer Hayden repeated, sneering into Elaine's defeated face, cupping her cheeks and stretching her dark features with his licked-clean hand. "But you looked so innocent."

"... The guilty ones always do. This next - thoroughly." The hard wood of the officer's nightstick tapped -

"Nh..."

Tapped Elly's teeth.

It had been inside her.

The reality of her virginity, her r-

****. And the tool that did it insistently, painfully pressed against Elaine's lips, until she opened and licked -

"M-llp..."

D-down... down the side, her mouth a tight seal. She tasted... tasted -

More than anyone, more than anyone, ever, the negro girl hated this f-fucking cop.

Hate hate hate, a thousand times over.

Elly froze, stiff and still as any frightened rabbit - her tongue left hanging out, caressing a baton that was no longer present.

The black girl l-looked up, eyes rolled up, as if to try to see the hand mysteriously resting atop her head. Sh-she didn't remember...

"Down, slut. I'm your boyfriend tonight."

H-his hand grabbed her hair and Elaine, shirt above her breasts, shorts and panties around her ankles, descended... ****, then, "Nh!" P-painfully supported by the hand tangled in her hair - lowered, armless and woozy, until asphalt bit into her knees.

On her knees. Th-that unzipped bulge straining i-inches from her face.

Stuff like this d-didn't really happen.

With a grab of his crotch, a practiced motion, Officer Hayden's stiff purple-helmeted cock touched Elaine's lips - oozing precum.

"You know what to do - you're no virgin, are you?"

God! He thought it was funny, his penis t-touching her mouth, he...!

Elaine's big brown eyes, shining and teary, squeezed shut.

Hate.

D-dizzy. With her eyes closed, it was just the smell, the feeling of his soft tip trailing slime, circling her lips, the n-night s-spinning...

Elly opened her eyes, and two images became one.

Her eyes crossed, and the colored girl watched helplessly, horrified, as aging, gray-haired dick disappeared between her soft lips.

I-it... her teeth parted.

"There you go."

It slid in, slid along her tongue, while Elly kneeled dumbly. Immobile, with dick resting inside her wet mouth.

"Well?" A booted foot impatiently t-tapped the ground between Elly's knees.

"Mhnn?" Elly looked up -

Ow!

A-and wished she hadn't when the nightstick tapped her forehead.

"I'm not doing the work. You want to take this to the station? That's still an option - and I know a couple regulars that would love to pass a hot black piece like you around."

"Gk- !"

"Suck!"

Elaine was b-bobbing her cute dark face before...

Before he finished. She - nose wrinkled, rocked her butt against her heels, back and forth. O-on instinct.

The man looking over her, twisting the head of his baton in hand, chuckled.

"Not so shy after yo- "

"No teeth!" A second baton rap hit Elly smack dab in the middle of her forehead - stop! The light hits - intimidating.. humiliating... and the teenager f-frowned in concentration.

"Better." A contented sigh... the relaxed satisfaction above her was somehow as crushing as everything else. 'No teeth' - Elly wished she could bite the smug old bastard's...

"Sl-llp..."

E-Elaine worked... worked slowly. Hating herself, hating the sounds of her own of slurping filled her ears, the colored girl rocked on her knees and s-swallow... swallowed the accumulating drool and precum that constantly threatened to spill over her bottom lip.

"Eyes up, Darkie."

Eyes...

D-Darkie?!

"-Mngk?!"

Elly's f-focused, her watery vision drunken double before coming together on the cruel cop smiling above her.

Laughing. "Look mad all you want, Sweetheart - but you're doing fine. Keep... ah... looking up."

"A girl like you should know - you always, always make eye contact." A hand on the back of Elaine's head took her down a little... a little farther.

"Ghnk!" T-too far. She - !

Eyes up, no teeth - Elly **** herself to l-look at the officer's hard face, while she dutifully sucked his cock.

"Guess your daddy didn't teach you that before he ran off."

Frustration tears shining, ashamed slurp... slurping. Elly b-bobbed, up and down, a-and -

"Sll-lp..."

Swallowed. Her s-steady, hurt gaze b-burning a hole in Officer Hayden's hateful face.

"Yeah, all you girls got daddy issues. Couple kisses, couple touches - or for you African-American girls... maybe he's just gone."

"Ugk..." Elly was going to throw up.

"That it? A-ah... we'll find you a new daddy." The black girl's hair got an affectionate ruffle.

She almost... almost jerked away, before correcting herself. Sh-she... blurry...

Ey-eyes up.

"Should be easy for a piss sucker like you."

He... Officer Hayden petted Elly's hair, almost affectionately smoothing it back into place.

"-Gk... -g-gk... sllp... -Gkk..."

Wh-while Elly punished herself - her stupid, drunk self on his shaft, b-burying his cock between her lips, until it was almost touching the back of her -

"-Kkh-hgk..."

... Throat.

"Ah... you liked that. You... you cocksucking little ticket dodger - swallow."

'Swallow' was all the warning Elly got, too fast for her hazy, injured mind to process -

Stale-tasting, bitter fluid flooded Elaine's warm mouth.

"Knn-k- KH!!" By far the worst tasting... goopy, vile stuff -

It was revolting - literally. E-Elly tried, b-but... off!

"Uh-uh!" Officer Hayden stepped forward in an instant, carrying his rounded belly with him - forcing the back of Elly's head against the police cruiser and pinning her mouth and shoulders in place. Smothering her.

It didn't matter. Jaw slack, lips hanging and blubbering, cum bubbled and poured, drooling onto her bunched up bib - her shirt.

"Swallow!"

"Bluh-gk!" Elaine protested - she w-was trying! Stop... her thoat! G-grabbing the underside of the police car with her restrained hands, Elly - "Gh-GlK!"

While it drained from the downturned corners of her wide open mouth, Elly coughed, and choked, a-and swallowed...

Swallowed a little, and looked u-up while she did it, past the officer's face-smooshing belly.

When Officer Hayden finally stepped back with a contented sigh, for a moment Elly went with him. A-attached.

"-Ghk!" The black girl choked, a-and slid her mouth off the older man's veiny, hairy dick.

"It -kh! I-it tasted..." Elly, her mouth still twisted up, hanging open, swallowed. Drooled, and choked, trying to clear away the foulness. He had tasted, smelled... cigarettes a-and... like poison.

"You made a mess of yourself. Again."

S-sorry. Elly insinctively thought it. A-almost... she shut her lips.

He looked down at her.

"Sorry," Elly whispered, a-and angling her head, tried to wipe her chin on her shirt.

"Stay still."

The door next to Elly opened, as lights - a car! It slowed, and the door shielded Elly, protecting her...

"Time to go." The car passed. "They didn't see anything, but I still don't feel like explaining how a half-naked nigger got herself covered in cum."

Nigger. So casually - Elly wouldn't have thought anything Officer Hayden could have said would affect her any more, but that...

That somehow, hurt.

Somehow made Elly, what she'd been through... it made her feel even more worthless. If that was possible.

The racist cop pulled Elly up, supporting her elbow, yanked up her shorts for her, zipped and buttoned for her - and roughly wiped her face up with her soiled, stained shirt.

I C-CONSENT.

Elaine couldn't... didn't look Officer Hayden in the eye during any of it.

Nigger. I-it...

"Come on. Up front with me, Tits."

W-with... Elly looked longingly at the caged back seat. The negro girl did as she was told. She quietly entered the open door a-and got tucked in - belted in.

She rocked a bit when they pulled out - moving with the dizzy motion of a U-turn. I-it was over. Going to be, a-and sleep...

"You... can you take me to a motel? O-or something - somewhere ch-"

Elly's voice caught.

"... Cheap."

The older man's hand gave her breasts a good, hard feel, while a burst of police radio chatter interrupted the silence that followed.

"I'm taking you to your the address on your license. Home."

Elaine, molested, skin crawling - flinched.

"You can play run away or party girl later. If I'm not booking you... you're not going out again, drunk and asking for it - a girl like you belongs at her home. Hopefully someone there will care enough to knock some sense into you once they've seen what you really are doing when you go out."

Fresh tears welled in Elly's eyes. Looking away, out the window at the highway, her nipples tweaked while the racist bastard talked about... about it - like it was her fault she was such a mess - -

"Aren't you worried that I'll tell?" Molested and devirginized - it was stupid to say, helpless as she was. But Elly couldn't resist. He - he should worry! Remorse or guilt or some punishment, some **** for what he had taken -

Officer Hayden laughed.

"The funniest things come out of nigger lips when they're not suckin'."

The hand on her chest slid down Elly's stomach, right into her shorts. Her p-panties.

Elly kicked, whimpered, b-but...

"Let me tell you about_ _nigger girls that ask for it," G-god! Elly c-couldn't take another - "... Ask for it, and then try to ruin good men's lives. You were in trouble, and you offered this," S-squirming... "Because that's what you sluts do every time you want something."

"Money."

"Husband."

"A favor. Youre just a whore. You dress like one. You act like one. You suck like one, probably all over town."

Elly felt her butt clench. She - she couldn't do anything. C-couldn't even deny...

"... And now that you got what you wanted, you think it's okay babble your dirty secrets all over the internet... wherever... talking about how you were a whore, and you want sympathy?! You don't get to gobble your way to what you want, and get to be the victim after you get there. Girl like you sucks, and she appreciates what she gets. Smiles."

The tirade - the officer's voice was a quiet growl, flecks of spit launching from his lips. H-he wasn't even looking at the road! He - !

"S-sorry!" Elly squealed - a-and god help her, her c-clenching, opening thighs...

"Sorry? How about 'thank you' for helping you out?! Giving your nigger tits a ride home. You got off where a man would be in getting booked right now - family to support or no."

Th-the road!

"Thank you!" Elly gasped, "Sorry. I'm sorry, S-Sir - I am. Thank you. Thank - "

The hand in her shorts was suddenly gone - wiping h-her femininity in her hair.

In clear disgust. In her hair.

"Clean this up." The soiled hand pressed a-against Elly's lips.

She... he was back, slowing the cruiser down, eyes... eyes on the road.

And Elly did it. Nose wrinkled, she l-licked his hand. Took a f-finger inside...

Sucked that, too. Little, wet noises exited her lips, barely audible over the faint sound of tires on the road.

And... god help her. Heart still pounding in fear, killing her with shame, bathing his hairy knuckles with her pink tongue - Elly's butt and thighs did a slow, deliberate s-squeeze ... and … l-lifting … a … h-hump.

"I'm sf-orry," Elly sobbed softly, sliding another pussy-drenched finger out of her mouth.

"I don't want to hear more about that shit." Officer Hayden, apparently satisfied, took his hand back and squeezed the steering wheel with his s-strong... his hands...

A moment later he opened his window and lit up a cigarette - and Elly turned, watched the roads and landscape become her familiar suburbia in silence.

Passing by.

"M-huh?" ... Elly didn't fall asleep. Didn't think she - h-her home was suddenly there, through the windshield, lit up by red and blue, strobing -

"Come on." Officer Hayden w-was already - her door was open, and he was unbuckling her seatbelt. "Not your bed. Let's go."

He helped her - hand under her elbow, Elly s-stumbled on the way to the door. Bleary-eyed, the teenager -

The doorbell. And again - and they stepped back together.

Elly was awake, fully, when movement, and her mom's voice, faint, shouting through the door -

"Elly? Elly?! B-Brand, the police - "

The door opened - to the silouhette of a big white man in the doorway.

Elaine's wide-eyed, poofy-haired mother poking her head around the door frame.

"Elly! what happened? Is everything - everyone - ?" Brand, real concern marring his handsome face -

God. Elly hung her head.

"Everything is fine, sir. Everything is fine." Officer Hayden cleared his throat. "Mostly. Little... Elly... here was found, quite underdressed as you can see, and - driving under the influence. Quite intoxicated."

"No..." Brand - disapproval -

"Yes, well, it's something we... I... take very seriously. But... I've also been around, seen enough to think that Elaine - who was very sorry, and cooperative and had no priors... I've been around enough to feel like there are cases where second chances are more important to a young person's future, than burdening them with the kind of problems her arrest would cause."

Elly... Elly h-hunched her shoulders.

"If they're taught and learn their lesson. If it's reinforced by someone that they respect."

Elly saw her mom shrink further away, while Brand stepped forward.

"Oh course, Officer. Yes. Yes, I can't emphasize ... thank you. It will. Believe me, it -"

"She - she's safe? Really safe? No one was...?" Elaine's shrinking violet mother managed to voice, for the first time -

Her shoulder was clearly naked.

"Thankfully, no, Ma'am."

"Is... is everything okay, though? E-Elly?"

"I'm okay, Mom," Elly muttered. Clenching her hands into painful fists behind her back - God. There was no way o-of describing how much Elly loathed - the worry crossing her mother's face, s-some hot feeling in her chest - "I'm fine."

Violated. Humiliated. And what her mom had done -

"I don't think 'fine' is the word," Brand sternly - Elly flinched. "Look at you."

"You see, Vanessa? Come out and look at your daughter. I mean - 'I Consent'?!"

Silence. Officer Hayden, Brand, Elly w-waited - and Elly's mom looked like she'd been told to put her head in boiling water.

"I - I'd better not c-come. Ou-out. I'm a leettle underdressed!" Elaine's mom laughed lightly. Awkwardly, her tone going up two octaves at the end.

Jesus, Mom.

Officer Hayden of all people saved the moment - clearing his throat and changing the subject.

"You... must be her stepdad. Nice home you got."

His home. Of course... Elly could see the wheels turning in Officer Armstrong's head. Looking around her mother's home, the nice neighborhood -

Brand nodded amiably.

"Well... it's a little complicated. But that's the gist of it."

"Mm. I understand." Finally - finally the cuffs came off. It was almost shocking, being free - Elaine had almost become a-accustomed to... "Well, I ain't got all night, go to your stepdad."

"E-Elly..." Elly's mother, still in the doorway -

Elly went to Brand. Reluctantly, but she - she went to Brand, and turned her back on her mother.

"Thank you officer." Brand shook his head. " Really. They turn eighteen, and suddenly they're acting more irresponsible than when they were eight."

"We understand how lucky we were. Elly?"

"Thank the officer, Elly."

There wasn't a leer in sight. Not one sign of impropriety. If it wasn't the taste in her mouth, the soreness of her stolen virginity, the racist, abusive bastard -

"Thank yo-ou," The lucky teenager - Brand lightly swatted h-her ass. In front of...!

Elly squeezed her eyes shut, a-and crossed her hand over... between her legs, while some tiny, squeaky gasp behind her reminded the colored girl her mom was still there - poking her dark, fluffy head around the doorway.

"We can't thank you enough for getting her home safe - she's had a rough time of it lately, and - "

"Say no more." Stepping forward, Officer Hayden handed Brand - Brand, Elly's car keys. "Just promise me you'll keep these, and keep her close until she learns to behave. You can even - here."

A moment with his front pocket - the white cop pulled a business card out of his pocket.

"Give me a call if she's giving you trouble."

"I think she learned quite a bit tonight."

The same squeaky gasp that had exited her mother's lips a moment before, passed though Elly's.