Hard asshole

"Alright, Sarah," You start, playing with your dick with one hand and waving the gun with the other, while you think of what sort of thing you should do with her. You begin to feel like you might be being unconvincing somehow, so you quickly project it back at her. "IF THAT IS YOUR REAL NAME. You know what the punishment is for public nudity?"

"No..." The crying blonde chokes out through overwhelming tears. Fuck, why does she have to be ruining this for you? Why can't she just take her punishment like a good little slut? Isn't that what she's here for?

She deserves it AND she wants it. Doesn't matter if she's crying. You're gonna give her exactly what you came here to give her. You get excited again as you shout her punishment: "A rough butt fucking!"

You just need to get her in cuffs. Fuck! Why does there have to be one pair? How long has that dumb cop been fucked up now? She's probably still good until you can fuck this little law breaker into submission. You still have the gun after all. "Cuntsky, can I trust you without the handcuffs?"

"There's zipties in the trunk!" Cuntsky yells back at you, still trying to comfort the uncontrollably sobbing girl. You leave her alone to comfort the perp with her good cop routine, satisfied she won't give you away, since she still really likes being in the cuffs.

Besides! There should be all sorts of cool cop stuff in the trunk to complete your Detective Hardass persona. You doubt there's any cool trenchcoats, but you could make due with some cool tactical swat cop gear! Why didn't you think of checking the trunk before? Could be a better fitting shirt at least!

You pop the trunk and look into the police stash motherlode. Different guns with their matching ammunition line the trunk's walls as well as smoke grenades and different cop tools you don't really care about; you zero in on the shotgun in the center. The new iconic weapon for Detective Hardass in your head, picturing yourself jamming the barrel up some bitch's asshole.

Fuck yeah! No one's gonna mess with a cop with a shotgun! You think about how rapey the whole thing feels with the threatening at gunpoint, but try to put it out of your head. These girls always want it anyway, and who's gonna say no to Detective Hardass! You cock the shotgun, ejecting an unspent shell for no reason.

"I AM THE LAW!" You shout, pulling the trigger of the shotgun, stupidly thinking you had ejected the only shell. The shotgun explodes in your hands and a vehicle windshield shatters just past the girls in the distance, as this all suddenly becomes very real to you again.

You were gonna shove something like this up a girl's ass? Holy shit! You throw the shotgun back into the trunk and slam it shut. What the fuck have you been doing? No more guns. Gun time is over. Ha ha ha! What the fuck!? Your still head rings from the concussion of the blast.

You think back to yourself, brandishing a gun at that poor girl, threatening to fuck her up the ass, and suddenly feel terrible. You hear her screaming nonstop to join the alarm from the car you shot as you approach, your ringing ears from the shot making it unnoticeable before. They're definitely gonna know something is up with all this noise and commotion. You better get going before people gather. Things were going so well! Even Cuntsky seems to be giving you the same stony glare as she did when you met her.

"Alright, fun's over. Cuntsky get her in the car, let's just get out of here before someone calls the... uh... Let's just go." You say, barely caring about your near fuck up at this point. You figure she's probably figured you out already, but you put up a half assed effort anyway as you try to get her in the car. You figure she's seen too much at this point, and you forgot the zipties in your haste away from the gun, so you try to get her into the back seat. "You have the right to remain silent, or whatever. Just get in, okay?"

You figure she'll probably run, and you wouldn't blame her, not even wanting to chase her if she does. To your surprise, she actually gets inside. Cuntsky hops into the passenger seat, through the driver's side, her big uncovered tits bouncing wildly as she does. You get in behind her, start the car, throw it into gear and begin driving away at a much more reasonable speed. You even turn off the flashing lights, still on from before. This isn't as fun any more.

You realize you have even less of a plan than before. Why did you even take this girl? Officer Cuntsky begins giving you a token blowjob, your erection and her enthusiasm for the act significantly reduced from before. She's still pretty piss drunk, since you did feed her a lot, but even she's trying to get herself back into it.

You begin heading down normal public streets at a normal speed, while Cuntsky tries her best to get you both back into the mood, deepthroating your mostly limp dick and swallowing at it gently. The new girl couldn't even help if you wanted her to, like she would want to, barely calmed down in the backseat of your stolen cop car, behind the glass. Christ, how do you keep getting into this shit? Where should you even take this poor girl now?