She wasn’t asking

“I don’t think you understand, this isn’t me asking, this is me telling you. I need this info, and I’m **** enough to not let a pathetic little sissy tell me no.” She advances on you, pulling out her police baton, and holding it under your throat.

You don’t know if she is serious or bluffing, but you get the feeling from your perspective it doesn’t matter. You try to say you’ll help, but she doesn’t let you speak.

“I’ve found the carrot and stick method doesn’t work until the individual knows just what the stick can do.” She laughs, pushing you to the ground on all fours, telling you not to move. You feel your skirt lifted and your panties pulled down, when a sudden pressure pushes on your ass.

The police officer had put a massive condom on her nightstick, lubed it up and was now pushing the tip into your ass. You tried to beg her to stop, but the cop just ordered you to shut up and take it, or it’ll be worse.

With little effort she pushed the stick in, and proceeded to start fucking you with it. You moaned and whimpered, hating the fact this cop abused her powers like this… or the fact you loved it. Soon all your whimpers stopped being from pain or distress, and went to moans of pleasure as your ass was pounded by her night stick.

“Is the stupid whore liking this?” She asks. “Maybe a slut like you wants to be used by them, wants to just be a little fuck toy for the baddest girls they can find. Well guess what, I’m the alpha here, and you’ll be my moaning little bitch. Understood? I said understood??”

You moan yes, and she laughs, keeping it up until you squirt all over the ground. She finally backs away, asking one last time if you’ll be her informant.