Stop resisting!

"Keep your hands up," the young policewoman commanded him, stepping right in front of him and grabbing hold of his hand, but the ex-football player was clearly bigger and stronger than her as he managed to yank her into him instead. Her shoulder bumped his chest and her fingers brushed against the front of his crotch, where she was alarmed to discover something growing larger and harder. She looked up at his smirking face, her green eyes wide, control of the situation undermined by her petite stature and her voice quivering like a little girl's: "Stop resisting, Big Black Rod..."

Cadet O'Neill tried to make a little space between them and Rodney saw her other hand move to her utility belt. Thinking she was going for a weapon, or worse a radio to call for backup, Rodney's free hand grabbed the collar of her shirt. "You dumb cunt..." Rodney muttered, "Gotta do it that hard way." He lifted the redhead by her blouse like he was curling a barbell, popping the buttons open in front of her chest and pulling Caitlyn off balance. She let go of his hand, frantically trying to push away from him as Rodney repositioned his hand to the white girl's throat.

"Don't!" she gasped as they grappled, she using all her power to try and push herself away from him. "Let me go! You're under ahh...!" Rodney now released his grip on her shirt collar, and so Caitlyn managed to launch herself away from him, and right off the side of the patio. Her green eyes were wide with surprise and alarm as she flailed her arms, then tumbled backwards several feet flat onto her back into the yard below, landing with a heavy thud.

Rodney looked over the side of the patio and saw the young redhead apparently ****, supine with her arms spread, her shirt torn open to reveal her pale chest and white lace bra. He stepped down into the yard and found Caitlyn still breathing. He noticed that the back of her head had landed on some decorative stone, leaving her possibly concussed or even brain damaged; however, her eyes fluttered and she groaned weakly, so Rodney also could not be sure the fight was over. He checked her utility belt and found her handcuffs, turned her on her side and used them to secure her arms behind her. Then he noticed her pale breasts looked larger than he expected, so before laying her back down he unfastened the bra.

"N...nuh..." Caitlyn moaned as Rodney slid his big coarse hands under her bra and enjoyed the feel of her natural C-cup breasts. Her head rolled one way then the other as she shifted slightly on the arms underneath her torso, in a way Rodney thought she was trying to get at her utility belt.

"You already lost, white girl," Rodney told her as he unfastened her belt, then her pants and pulled them and her cute little panties down her legs and discarding them under the patio, leaving little Caitlyn basically naked and totally **** to depradation. "Stop resisting, if you know what's good for you."