"Well Davis, one more stop and that'll be it for your first shift." Sergeant Miller's voice broke in on Carol's thoughts and she jumped a little. He noticed it and chuckled. "What's the matter, were you thinking about that movie you saw this morning?"
Carol clenched her fists and angrily shook her head. "No! Of course I wasn't, things like that don't bother me!" The young woman was lying and she could see that Miller knew it. He grinned at her and shook his head, his eyes were hidden from her by the mirrorized glasses that he wore.
"I don't know about that, Officer Davis. Some of the boys seemed to think that you got a bit heated during the blow-job scene. They thought that they could hear you huffing and panting all around the room and they're trained observers, they're usually right."
There was no way that she could answer him and Carol knew it, so she simply lapsed into injured silence and concentrated on looking out the window. Miller drove in silence to the last stop.
"This is Mrs. Abels. Doris Abels, meet Miss Davis, she's going to be the officer in charge from now on."
Carol smiled at the short, blonde woman who stood beside the car. The older woman smiled back and waved her red warning paddle at Carol in a friendly, mock salute.
"Well hello, I'm glad to see that they've found someone who will really take over, glad to see you!" Mrs. Abels' smile was warm and Carol found herself liking the woman immediately Sergeant Miller got back in the car and waited as he had at the other stops, letting Carol handle the meeting her own way.
"Thank you, Mrs. Abels, I hope that we can work well together, since you've been a guard for three years, I'm sure that you know more about all of this than I do. I'd appreciate your help."
The blonde smiled and put her hand on Carol's arm in an impulsive gesture, her light blue eyes twinkled. "Oh relax, for heaven's sake, and call me Doris. Mrs. Abels always reminds me of my mother-in-law!"
The rest of the conversation was standard, but Carol felt a warm friendly feeling for the small woman by the time she slipped back into the car beside Miller. "Well, that's the last one," she said as she checked the list of traffic guards.
Carol was so interested in remembering the names and faces that went with each street corner that she didn't notice the direction that Sergeant Miller took until the car stopped.
"Why have we stopped here?" The young brunette stared around her and was stunned to see that they were parked in a small opening in the trees at the back side of the park. "What's happening here?"
Miller turned to her and that faint, mocking smile slipped into place again. "This is a hide-out that the night squad uses when they want to catch a nap." He looked around and grinned again. "It's a nice, private place isn't it? The only cars that use this road are police cars. Keeps things nice."
Carol nervously shifted in the seat, she could almost read what the lean man wanted by the way that he licked his thin lips as he stared at her and she felt her blind, unreasoning fear building up inside of her belly, stirring up small eddies of excitement that moved along her nerve endings.
"Why… why did you bring me here, Sergeant…? I thought we were headed back to the station house."
Miller chuckled and took off his hat and loosened his tie, the glasses were still in place, but Carol was sure that he was staring at her, running his dirty eyes over her body!
"Officer Brown is a good buddy of mine, he told me that you were… excited during the movie and said that you left before he could help you out. He asked me to make sure that you didn't go to bed all tense and uptight tonight." Miller said it so calmly, so matter of fact, that Carol was stunned, she stared at him with wide eyes and slowly shook her head.
Miller ignored the negative movement and reached to take her hand. Carol saw his hand approaching hers, but she couldn't pull away. She shivered as his cool flesh descended on hers. The pretty brunette felt his muscles tighten and she was drawn across the slick seat cover of the car until she was just inches from him. "You… you can't make me do this with you… you know you can't," she whispered. She saw the reflection of her frightened face in his glasses and was shocked at how passive and meek she looked.
"Oh honey, I'm not forcing you to do anything," the tall man said softly. His free hand slipped up and cupped her right breast, his forearm pressing her back against the seat as he did. "I think that you need a good fuck, honey, and I'm just the boy to give it to you." Carol tried to make a sound of protest but he cut her off. "When you were assigned to us I checked you out. You've been divorced for six months and you've been separated for eight and no matter how hard I looked I couldn't find another man. As far as I can tell, you haven't been speared in at least eight months! I'll bet that cunt of yours is screaming for meat, isn't it?"
His low voice seemed to bore deep unto her and pluck at her nerves and her brain. Carol couldn't think clearly. His fingers worked and squeezed at her firm breast and his words tormented her with the terrible, demeaning truth!
"Tell me that this doesn't feel good, baby. Tell me that you want me to let go of your nice, big titty." He was being harsh and crude with her and Carol ached to scream and hit at him. She wanted to make him stop taunting her like this, but she couldn't make a sound. She felt weak and speechless as his one hand mauled her breast and the other began to slip her skirt up her thighs.
"Lift your ass, honey," Sergeant Miller tugged impatiently at her skirt and Carol wanted to resist. But even as she tried to make herself push out the fear she felt, the muscles in her thighs were flexing and, her rounded body rose clear of the seat long enough for his hands to pull her skirt over her hips and hook his thumbs in the elastic band of her panties. Carol looked down at herself just in time to see her pale blue underwear being pulled down over her shaking thighs. She stared at the thick bush of her pubic curls framed by her garter belt and her stockings as if she'd never seen her own naked pussy before.
The beautiful brunette sank back on the seat. She was going to try one more time to stop what was happening, but the man didn't give her a chance. A thick, hard fingertip wormed its way through her tangled pubic hair and parted the plump lips of her damp labia. The fingertip didn't stop until it found the watering throat of her vagina and stabbed deep into her!
Carol was going to protest, but when her mouth opened she was amazed and humiliated by the animal sounding groan that tore free of her throat. "Auuuuugggggg!!! Ohhhhhhhh please!!!" She wasn't even sure what she was begging for, but Sergeant Miller seemed to know.
She felt his fingers popping open the buttons of her blouse and lay limp as he jerked it off. She offered no resistance when he pushed her forward and jerked the clasp of her bra free. When he pulled the limp cups away from her tits she moaned as his rough hands pulled and twisted at her dark red nipples until they stood out hard and long like tiny thumbs. The hand slipped back between her splayed thighs and Carol whimpered as one finger dug deep into her flesh and his thumb found her clitoris and strummed hard against it, making the long sleek muscles of her thighs jerk and flex.
"Well, baby, don't just sit there groaning, get to work." Sergeant Miller's muttered order confused her and Carol managed to turn her head and stare at him in utter confusion. The lean officer just shook his head and reached for her hand with his. Carol watched in silence as he deliberately put her open palm down over the outline of his erect penis and pressed. The beautiful young woman felt the hard organ roll under her palm and even through the thick fabric of his uniform pants she could feel the heat of his body!
"But… I don't want…" Carol's whimper died in her mouth as she stared at her fingers in amazement. They were working on their own, she hadn't made any decision but they were fumbling with his belt, then when that was open, they tugged at the zipper that kept his hard prick from her. His uniform trousers were open and Carol's fingers dove into the opening in his shorts. Sergeant Miller's prick was totally erect and she had a little trouble pulling it free, but suddenly there it was! Her eager fingers curled around the fat stem and she squeezed.
"Ohhhh it… looks so big," the beautiful woman whispered as she stared at the wedgeshaped crown, at the white, vein-wreathed shaft that grew up out of her tight fist. It had always embarrassed Carol to touch Don. Whenever he'd put her hand on his cock she'd been nervous and what little desire she felt would turn to disgust. But this was different somehow. She stared at the drops of lube that rolled down the satiny flesh of the glans and watched as it dripped down over her fingers. "What do you want me to do," Carol asked, she felt empty inside, she had no will to resist him and there was no use in pretending that she had.
Before he answered her, the tall sergeant let his fingers spin and twirl inside the tight grip of her vagina, Carol gasped and her body twisted under the lash of pleasure that washed over her!
"Pump my cock, honey. Get old Jake all hot and ready for this creamy cunt of yours!!!"
In an instant, Carol's hand was jerking up and down the thick column of flesh, she loved the feel of his hard gristle and could almost imagine what it would feel like slipping into her yearning body. She'd never felt like this in her life. She was afraid and that fear seemed to act as a special spice that made everything she was doing feel good and exciting! Carol was suddenly struck by a strange thing, she was sitting almost totally naked with a man, willingly masturbating him, and she'd just now learned his first name!
Feeling like a vile, obscene slut, Carol allowed her hips to move in small circles as she responded to the expert touch of the fingers that teased and tormented her until she couldn't tell right from wrong any more.
"Hop up here, kid, hurry!" When he jerked at her and tugged at her arm, Carol didn't react quick enough, she was whimpering in protest of the loss of his finger when his hand slapped flat against her unprotected bottom. The beautiful brunette uttered a short little wail and hurried, letting him guide her until she sat facing him, her thighs stretched wide across his. The young woman stared down at the heavy stalk that lay pressed against his belly and moaned in anticipation as he pushed her up with one hand and pulled his thick cock upright with the other.
She didn't need to be told, Carol's beating heart was in her throat as she shifted her pelvis forward, aiming her wet sex at the pulpy tip that glowed a dull red beneath her. As she began to lower herself to meet the fat invader below her, a crazy thought flitted into her head, Jake Miller still wore his sunglasses and she was upset because she wanted to see his eyes.
"Unnnngggggg, ooooooo it… hurts," Carol groaned as the thick cap of his cock wedged into the tight confines of her vagina. He was so much larger than Don, she didn't know that a penis could feel like this! "Ohhhhhh please, don't hurt me," she whispered but Carol wasn't surprised when the hands on her hips pressed down and she felt her body expanding inside as she slid down the oiled pole that speared into her soft, yielding belly!
"Ooooooooo Christ, but you're tight," Jake moaned in her ear.
Carol shivered and couldn't stop the quick jerking motion of her pelvis as his wet lips searched blindly across her burning breast, then found a hard, rubbery nipple. He sucked and chewed lightly at the nub of flesh at the same time that he pushed down again and the beautiful girl whined as the last of his thick root filled her. She felt his hard testicles rolling under her velvety buttocks and began to rub and brush against them like a common whore, trying to make it nice for the man who was taking her, using her.
That's it, a tiny voice called out in the confusion of her mind. He's taking me. This is rape, I don't have any choice. That wasn't the real truth, Carol knew that. But as she bumped and ground her vibrating body against his, she found it hard to sort out all the pieces. It… it wasn't rape because she hadn't made a single move to stop him. He hadn't threatened her in any way, yet she was still afraid of him, she didn't really know how this had happened, but it was happening and that was all that really mattered!
"Hunnnngg… Hooooo, ohhhhh… it feels so good," Carol whispered in the lean man's ear. His arms were around her, holding her tight against him as his long, thick cock slammed up into her again and again. He was pressing her hips forward, holding her so that the hard base of his prick was mashed tight against her clitoris, sending skyrockets of sensual pleasure bursting in her mind.
"Yeah, honey, that's the way," Jake panted, tearing his mouth away from her wet nipple. "You're on it now. Fuck, chick, make that tight snatch of yours chew my cock off at the root!!!" One of his hands slid down her jerking, arching spine and Carol squealed as she felt his fingers pinching and mauling at her firm buttocks. The little darts of pain spurred her on and she rammed her body down on him again and again, until they were both groaning!
His fingers parted her cheeks and Carol's mouth fell open in sick amazement as a finger wet itself in their mingled juices, then began to work its way into the tight, puckered opening of her anus!
"Oooooooooo, don't do that. No one has ever touched me there, it's… nasty…" Carol whimpered. But Jake ignored her just as she knew he would and she groaned as she felt the finger pop past the clinched ring of her sphincter muscle.
A thick, strange sensation flooded her and it mingled with the pleasure that already bubbled in her veins. Her dark hair whipped around her face and her head jerked in irregular, spastic circles as she wailed and bucked!
"Ohhh, God, it's so wrong," the brunette whimpered and sighed. Her body, tortured by the double penetration, began to vibrate and jerk uncontrollably. "Whhhhooooooo that's so nasty!!!"
"Work for it, bitch," Jake snarled in her ear. Carol heard the tension in his tone and felt his body stiffen. "Work that nice ass off for it now!" The sergeant sank his teeth into the tender flesh of her breast and Carol gasped with pain. She felt his thick prick swell and then the hot flow of his cum began to bathe her dry and greedy vagina. The lovely brunette felt his cock greased by his own sperm slip faster, easier in her, and she couldn't hold back another second, she had to respond to him!!!
"Nuuuuuunnnggggg!!! Ooooiiiiieee!!!" Like wild bolts of lightning, the waves of her orgasm tore at her, Carol felt herself rising and spinning, she moaned and screamed as her release left her insane and babbling as she sat pinned to the man by his spurting cock, it was her axis, her whole world!
"Hey, welcome to the force, honey. I think you and I can set us up a nice working relationship," Sergeant Miller said as he pulled up beside her car in the lot. "Anyway, you know all that it takes to keep the sergeant happy, don't you?"
His laughter still stung in the ears of the young brunette as she leaned wearily against her car and stared after him with dull, unbelieving eyes.