Cops are pigs

You decide that police are there to help, and a little embarrassment is worth not being alone and ****. You walk up to the cop car, knocking on the window lightly. Nothing. You can’t see inside, and think of looking closer when you hear a voice behind you.

“What are you doing touching my car slut?”

You turn, to see a somewhat butch woman with cropped hair walking up to you. Her build is small but chiseled, and you get the inate sense she could easily handle any opponent in a fight, and she knows it. You stutter, so she pulls out a baton, pointing at you with it while pressing it up under your chin.

“I said what are you doing to my car slut? Trying to break in when my back was turned? Or were you hoping a cop would be sleazy enough to pay for your street walking ass. Well??”

You gulp, feeling the gulp move against the Barton touching your throat. “Pp please... I got stuck in a weird situation and...”

“And nothing. You know what? I don’t wanna hear it.” She spits. “I think what I need is to take out some... frustration. And you’ve volunteered yourself.”

With that she grabs you and tosses you over her hood. You whimper, caught of guard as she expertly manhandles you and quickly cuffs you. You open your mouth to complain, but she shoves something in your mouth, belting it around as you realize it must be some sort of ball gag. Now any complainants are simple mumbles she can ignore as she spreads your legs.

Only at this part does she see your hardining bulge now exposed by your lifted skirt.

“Fuck, I have a kinky freak here. I bet you like this shit... I guess I gotta up my game to really let loose against you slut...