Carol sat upright on a kitchen chair. Her hands and knees were pressed tightly together, making her feel and look like a frightened little girl as she stared at Sergeant Miller. Things were happening faster and faster. She'd lost her ability to cope and she was so dazed now that she could hardly follow the man's taunting words as he casually walked around her.
"… so, when we sobered up, I got to thinking that maybe we went a little too far with you yesterday." The tall man paused for a moment, giving her one of his evil, cruel grins. "I figured I should come over and smooth things over a bit. I really thought that you'd be a basket case when I got here, honey. You can imagine how surprised I was when I got up to the door and heard you yelling and squealing like a bitch in heat!"
He moved behind her, but Carol couldn't bring herself to turn and follow him with her eyes. The beautiful young woman felt hollow and helpless. She couldn't resist him. Let him do what he wanted. He couldn't drag her down any further! Carol felt Sergeant Miller's rough hand brush her dark hair to one side and shuddered as his fingertips tickled the sensitive nape of her neck.
"Well, honey, I was amazed. All I had to do was look in the window at the side of the house to realize how wrong I was about you." His snide laughter stung her and Carol's eyes burned as salty tears welled up in them. She hadn't slept a moment all night and she was just too exhausted and drained to fight him.
"I must admit, Officer Davis, that when I watched that kid huffing and snorting as he plugged your pretty ass, I could hardly believe that it was you under him! I just stood there for a long time and watched you, honey. Listened to you beg and yell. My! I was shocked at the things you said to that child!"
He was still behind her and Carol stiffened as the hand left her neck and slid down inside the open collar of her robe. "I thought that you were such a nice young lady. I was shocked to realize that the saintly Officer Davis was just a bitch who fucked kids! Then I realized something, honey. I realized what a lucky break I had and ran back to my car and grabbed the camera!"
Miller's cruel voice wormed and wiggled in her ear. He was using a normal tone of voice, but it left Carol shaken and afraid. "Well, baby, it all turned out fine didn't it? You weren't hurt and we hadn't even ruined your weekend. And I've got me a set of the juiciest little snapshots that any fitness board would ever want to see."
The man didn't leave anything to the imagination. Carol sat very still as she tried to sort out all the implications of what he had said. It was hard for her to concentrate because his groping fingers had found her breasts and were moving from one to the other, making her nipples sting and grow hard.
"What are you… going to do with the pictures?" The question tore itself out of her. She knew well enough that he would use them as a club against her. But even knowing that she couldn't resist the impulse to ask, to hear in his own words what he had planned for her.
"Oh don't worry, honey. I was just joking about taking them to the fitness board. No, I wouldn't do that." His strong fingers still teased her sensitive breasts while his other hand cupped under her chin and pulled her head back until she was forced to look up at him as he stood behind her. "We all have our little enjoyments, honey, and I wouldn't dream of reporting yours. Just as long as you're a good little girl and do what I tell you. Be handy in case I need you to do me a favor. Do you understand what I mean?"
The question echoed and spun in her confused mind. Of course she understood! She'd known from the moment that he'd swaggered past her and invaded her home this morning that he had some new, evil grip on her.
"I… how do I know that you have any pictures?" It was pitiful. He had them. Carol knew that he did. But she couldn't stop now. She had to play the game out to the last move.
Miller laughed and let go of her. Leaving Carol's hair mussed and her robe gaping open to the waist. He moved around the kitchen table and sat across from her. The lean, sunburned man caught and held her eyes as his hand slipped into the inside pocket of his sports coat. The hand reappeared holding a white envelope.
"Ready, honey?" Carol nodded. She felt sick and ashamed. Her lips were dry and she had to lick at them time after time to keep them moist. With a flourish the man pulled eight or nine color shots out of the envelope and dealt them out before her, as if he was playing some obscene game of solitaire. "Take a look, honey. You're some hot little piece of ass when you get rolling. Maybe you're in the wrong line of work. A foxy chick like you could make a bundle with a few sets of shots like these."
Carol felt as if some invisable hand was pulling her unwilling head down until she could focus on the filth that lay spread out before her. The bright morning light splashed across the pictures, making each vivid, awful detail leap out at her. Against her will the lovely young woman was drawn into those shots. Her stretched and sore anus stung as she stared unblinkingly at Jimmy's lean young body pressing against her. She could almost feel his hard spear in her again! Carol shivered as she looked at the boy's wide grin and then at her own contorted, strained face. Something stirred deep in the woman's lovely body and in spite of her shame and self-loathing, a sweet glow came over her. Carol felt her flesh grow warm and soft over her bones. Her breasts tingled and her tight love sheath came alive as her thick lubricant seaped out of her, wetting the soft curls of her mound.
Ohhhhh, my God! It's almost as good as doing it again, that low, vibrant voice whispered inside of her. She was so enthralled that she forgot about Sergeant Miller until she felt his hand on her arm and looked up at him in total, numb defeat.
"Would you like me to turn those pictures over to Internal Affairs?" The leering grin on his face sparked her pride and Carol made one last, hopeless effort.
"I'll go to Lieutenant Bixby and explain! He…"
Miller just shook his head, the grin still in place.
"No go, baby. The good lieutenant has more problems than he can handle now. He won't lift a finger for you! Make up your mind, bitch. Either you play my way or I'll turn in the shots and let them whip your sweet ass off the force. And it won't be private. It'll make every paper in town!" Miller moved in a little closer, his leg pressed against hers and he stood so tall over her that Carol had to crane her neck to look up at him. "Now, which way are you gonna jump, baby? Out the door, or onto my team?"
"Your team… I choose your team," Carol whispered knowing that she had just signed away a part of her out of cowardice. But there was no choice. She couldn't let him humiliate and shame her in public, out where everyone could see her!
"That's good honey. I thought you would." A hand caught her under the chin and forced her head back up to him. He was pulling at the zipper of his fly as he spoke to her. "I got a few rules for my team honey. But the only one for you to remember is this: do what I tell you, when I tell you. Now, to prove that you've got that, I'd like you to give me a little head. Just call it an advance payment on your dues."
Carol's dark eyes darted to the long, semihard cock that he pulled out of his slacks. The beautiful woman stared at the prick in sick excitement. If she did what he demanded of her, that would be the end of her! He would own her and she'd be nothing more than a slave. But could she stand the public humiliation of a hearing and possible arrest as a child molester?
The man's fingers caught her at the base of the skull and forced the beautiful woman to make her decision.
Her lips parted and her tongue slipped out to bathe the thickening head of Miller's cock. His fingers massaged the back of her neck and at the same time taught her how to roll her head, making the plump glans slip and twist on her tongue. It was done. She was his whore now. She couldn't resist him or fight him. He held her in his hands.
It was nice. This was something simple. Something that she could understand and cope with. Carol's smooth hands slipped up to carefully cup his hanging testicles, lovingly cradling them and warming them while she sucked and nibbled at his thick cock. But the lovely moment was interrupted. He pulled back, taking the hard, satisfying barrel of his penis away from her.
"That's enough honey, I just wanted to make sure you knew the rules. Now get dressed, you and I are going to a party."
Carol did as she was told. Sergeant Miller stood in the doorway of her bedroom, watching her as she hurriedly slipped into a skirt and blouse. Then, without a word, he turned and headed out of the house, leaving the beautiful young woman to hurry to catch up.
"Where are you taking me," Carol asked meekly. But Miller just glanced at her as he drove and grinned. The young woman saw the look on his face and felt her muscles tighten and the first flutter of fear mixed with excitement began to move under her rib cage.
They drove into an alley in the older section of downtown. Sergeant Miller had turned so often that she wasn't sure where they really were. Miller slowed, checked the rear view mirror, then pulled the car into a parking place behind an old brick store. "We have a little unofficial group that meets down here from time to time honey. I usually pick up a couple of whores and have them donate their time for the entertainment committee. But today, well let's just say that today you're the guest of honor and star performer."
The tall man was still laughing at Carol's stricken expression as he came around the car and opened her door for her. The beautiful young brunette got out, moving mechanically. Her mind still caught up in the horror of what he had said.
"Now, baby, you be a good girl in there. The boys all have some warm thoughts about you and I want you to be nice to all of them," Sergeant Miller's thin smile disappeared completely as his hand slipped up her spine and caught a fistful of her dark hair, pulling it hard. "Don't embarrass me in there, bitch, or I'll make you the sorriest pig in town. Do you understand me?"
It was painful, but Carol managed to nod her head as she tried to force her shaking lips into a smile. "Okay, you just remember what it would be like to come in the station to find one of those shots blown up to poster size and hanging on the bulletin board."
He didn't give her a chance to speak or think as he grabbed her wrist and walked over to a battered door and knocked firmly. The door finally opened a crack then swung wide in mute invitation.
It was dark inside the abandoned store. There was a movie screen on one wall and Carol shuddered as she saw another pornographic movie moving and flashing in the darkness. She saw a closeup of a wet, glistening penis and almost groaned aloud as it moved in and out of a hairy, open vulva. The beautiful girl's feet stopped moving and she stood hypnotized as her greedy eyes followed the motions on the screen. She imagined that it was her own hungry sex clinging to the thick invader. That it was her own juices that flowed thick and warm over her wiggling bottom.
While she stood rooted to the spot, Carol was only vaguely aware of the whispers and low laughter around her. She barely noticed when someone took her bag away and caught her hand. "Welcome to the Sunday Afternoon Culture Club, honey. I've been waiting for a shot at you for days!" The man's voice sounded hot and urgent and Carol made no pretense of avoiding the strong hands that roamed over her body, lifting her skirt, stroking her smooth, bare thighs at the same time that fingers pinched and made milking motions at her swelling breasts. "Come on, honey, I can't wait," the faceless man whispered and the trembling woman allowed herself to be led away in the darkness.
There was a hand on her bottom as she was guided through the store. Carol felt the fingers digging into the crack between the cheeks and uttered a shameless groan of excitement. A door rasped open and the brunette saw a dim light in one corner of the room. There was just enough light for her to see a rumpled bed. There was no other furniture in the room.
Why am I letting them do this to me? The anguished question burned itself into her brain. But she knew the answer. She was just too ashamed to admit it, even to herself!
"Undress, baby, hurry!" The young woman felt the sharp smack of an open palm against one buttock and whimpered as she began to tear at the buttons of her blouse. She heard the rustling sounds beside her and hated the ugly excitement she felt when she tried to imagine what size of a cock her first attacker had! He moved faster than she did because Carol was just bending over to step out of her panties when she felt a hard shaft rubbing against her quivering buttocks. For a moment the lovely woman thought that he was going to sodomize her and she made a little whimpering sound in her throat as she braced herself. But that wasn't what he wanted.
Strong hands turned her and pushed her down until she was in a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Carol was bewildered and looked up for guidance. In the dim light Carol saw the man's face for the first time. She didn't know his name, but she had seen him in the station and her slippery vagina pulled tight in her belly as she remembered the way that his hot eyes had followed her whenever she had been forced to pass him.
"Sit up straight, honey. I've been dreaming about this ever since I first saw these big cans of yours!" He moved closer to her. Carol caught a glimpse of the big white stalk as he pressed himself between her high, firm breasts. Hands gripped her shoulders and held her close as the man's hips began to move, slipping his wet penis up and down in the deep valley between her breasts. She sighed as his coarse pubic hairs scratched and irritated her nipples. She couldn't resist the impulse to reach up and press her swollen breasts together, forming a warm, tight nest for him to fuck!
"That's good honey, that feels just as good as I knew it would!" The excitement in his voice fed her own and Carol felt her little love bud begin to tingle and buzz between her flexing thighs.
Carol felt the pressure of the hand on top of her head and mumbled happily as she let it press her down until her tongue could slather over the pulpy crown of his cock each time that it popped out at the top of her big tits! By the time that she'd managed to fit her suctioning lips around the man's jerking dong, Carol was aware of the wonderful power she had. She wasn't afraid of them now. She could take anything they offered and still be here when they were finished!
"Unnnggghhh that's good, baby, but you gotta stop now," Carol ignored him and sucked and tugged at the delicious pole until rough hands caught her ears and jerked her away. "I said cool it," he snarled as he pushed her backwards.
"Ohhh my," the beautiful young brunette sighed as she fell back on the bed, her shapely thighs spread wide and high so that she was ready for him when she hit the pillow. "Don't wait, come on!" Carol heard the greed in her voice as she hissed at him and was proud of herself. But as he moved to mount her, her pride turned to fear. All around the bed stood more men. Men whose eyes gleamed with excitement as they stroked their upright cocks in the dim light!