Teddy Bear, pt. 4

Ryan pulled his dick out of Therese’s mouth. Looking at Officer Ferrari, he gestured towards the couch with his head. Ferrari nodded in response, once again pulled Therese to her feet, and dragged Therese over to the couch. She bent the squirming bimbo over an arm rest, pushing Therese into position with a shove that winded the pathetic nymphet. Ferrari sat down on the couch in front of Therese while Ryan took a position behind Therese.

“I imagine you know what’s coming, Teddy Bear.” Ryan flipped up Therese’s skirt. The bimbo didn’t have any underwear. Ryan cupped Therese’s twat with one hand and massaged it, running his fingers between the folds and around her clit, as his other hand caressed Therese’s fattened booty appreciatively. Therese began to moisten against her will. Ryan took his wet hand and stroked his cock, stiffening up his erection, before taking Therese by the hips and sliding himself in.

Therese cried out, unable to stop herself. She looked at Officer Ferrari for mercy. The police woman had taken her baton and (pulling her leotard bottom to the side with her other hand) started to tease her own cunt. Ferrari stared back at Therese with a satisfied smile. Therese could see herself in Ferrari’s mirror shades – a pathetic little girl with ruined make-up and eyes full of confused pain, shaking like a branch in a storm while Ryan used her. Her insides twisted with treacherous arousal, and this was too much for Therese’s reduced mind – she could only think about how Teddy Bear was a dumb bimbo who was enjoying this and shame mixed with fear inside her.

Ryan paused, holding himself inside her, and pulled out the remote again. Finding the setting he was looking forward, he resumed his thrusting. Therese felt her hole get tighter and tighter and shrieked in shock. Her cunt closed up around Ryan’s cock, until she felt taunt and stretched out to the point of pain. It was painful now, each thrust mixing pain with the pleasure, and Therese couldn’t stop herself from screaming, begging for Ryan to stop, trying to tell him it hurt, pleading for mercy. Ryan grunted in climax. Therese felt his cock pumping as horrible warmth spread inside her. He pulled out with a jerk and Therese babbled in pain one last time. Her cunt was burning from the ****.

“Are you sorry, Teddy Bear?”

“Teddy Bear sorry…” Therese sobbed. She had said it so much in the whirlwind of horror, the words just slipped out automatically now.

“How do you feel?”

“Teddy Bear hurt…” Therese buried her face in the couch cushions. “Please, Teddy Bear hurt…”

“Okay, I’ll make Teddy Bear better.” Ryan began to raise her arousal, all the way up to nymphomaniac levels. “I’ll make Teddy Bear feel good.”

More warmth flooded Therese, greater and greater, until it became a fever. Anything she was feeling before was suddenly inconsequential. More than life itself, Teddy Bear needed to be touched and filled. Her hips bucked, trying to find some kind of purchase for her needy cunt. Her breath came in ragged gasps, as sweat beaded on her forehead. “Oh god… oh god… what did you do now… Teddy Bear needs… please let Teddy Bear touch Teddy Bear’s cunt… oh god…”

“I could fuck Teddy Bear again. Would Teddy Bear like that?”

“Yes, yes, anything, please, Teddy Bear needs it so badly-“ She was a dumb slut, she thought, a pathetic bimbo, a shameful mess, but she would say anything for stimulation. “Fuck Teddy Bear. **** Teddy Bear. Teddy Bear don’t care! Anything!”

“Unlock her.”

Ferrari took the handcuffs off Therese. The little bimbo immediately twisted around to frantically rub her cunt, falling to the floor with a crush. Ryan looked down at the girl desperately jilling herself. He took aim and pressed the mind control button. Therese seized up, back arching, mouth open, handing still clawing at her crotch.

“You want to stay with Ryan.”

“Teddy Bear want… to stay… with Ryan…”

“You need to make Ryan happy.”

“Teddy Bear needs… to make Ryan… happy…”

“You have to do what Ryan says.”

“Teddy Bear… have to… do what Ryan… says…”

“Good girl.” Ryan turned off the remote. “Now stop touching yourself and stand up.”

Therese whimpered, but she did it. She stood up, thighs trembling, quim running down her leg, looking at Ryan like a hit dog. She wanted to beg, but the need to make Ryan happy kept the dumb bimbo’s mouth shut.

“Are you going to be my good girl from now on, Teddy Bear?”

“Yes, sir.” Therese – no, Teddy Bear replied, quiet and anxious. “Teddy Bear will be your good girl.”