Content Warning: law enforcement, non-consensual coercion including sex.
I'm a bit of a speed demon.
That is to say, I'm "a bit" like a country road in Upstate New York is "a bit" dark in the middle of the night. That's where I found myself, driving home from a dinner event in the Adirondacks. It was such a deep and moonless night that even the deer weren't having it.
How to stay awake on my long drive? Well, I had the perfect solution- my little sound-activated toy, buried inside of me as I hurtled down the road, blasting Nightwish, Woodkid, Wardruna, Depeche Mode, Rammstein- anything with a nice heavy beat and lots of powerful chords. I was enjoying my drive immensely.
This is where we get back to the speed demon bit.
I didn't know that part of the countryside very well, so, admittedly distracted as I was, I didn't see the speed trap. I didn't notice the very bored cop who didn't even have the aforementioned missing deer to clock.
He sure the fuck noticed my little blue car, though.
He must have been looking for some excitement, because he ran code and everything- sailing up behind me and blasting me with lights, sirens, the whole deal.
"Pull over, roll your window down, turn off your vehicle, and put your hands on the wheel," the loudspeaker blared. I shakily complied. Oh gods. I could not afford a ticket. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Boots crunched on gravel as a dark figure approached, a looming silhouette haloed by the bright lights of the high beams behind me. The cop raised his arm, and the blinding effect of the headlights was intensified by his maglite.
I hadn't counted on an encounter with The Law that evening, so I was wearing my typical summer "going out" outfit- a skimpy red top with a bralette underneath that sported little black ropes criss-crossing my breasts, a black velvet mini-skirt, and a pair of nice black boots. The silence of the night was something of a shock after Rammstein, and I almost thought I heard a little groan coming from the back of his throat. Intimidated, I wished I could see his face.
I decided to try for a tremulous smile. "Hey officer, how are you doing tonight?"
A deep voice replied, "a lot better than you're gonna be. Your eyes are looking a little glazed, there. Been drinking tonight?"
I shook my head. "No, officer! Not a drop. It's just a long drive, and-"
He cut me off. "I'm not interested in your excuses. You were speeding. Do you know how dangerous that is?"
"I'm sorry officer. I didn't realize! There was no one else around on the road and-"
"Yeah, sure," he interrupted, "and you're totally innocent. This is what you're going to do. A quarter mile up the road there's a turnoff. You're going to turn right, go down the drive, turn around at the end, and drive back up enough that there's room for me behind you. Do you understand?"
What the fuck? "Yes, officer?"
"Good," he said. "Be smart and comply. You don't want to get yourself into any more trouble tonight."
He thumped the top of my car, making me jump in my seat, and strode back to his vehicle. I still hadn't seen his face! I hated that I couldn't see his face. Couldn't make a connection. Couldn't play "aw shucks officer" and mention the cops I trained with like I could have back in California. New York cops were a totally different breed- they were total assholes, from what I'd seen.
I slowly pulled from the shoulder of the road, using my turn signal and everything, speakers off. I could be good, right? Maybe he'd appreciate how safely I was driving. Maybe he just wanted a safe place to run my plates and write a ticket that wasn't on a narrow country road. My heart was hammering in my chest as I tried to convince myself.
I wasn't buying it.
The cop rode my ass the entire time, not giving me room to even think about pulling a runner, not that a Saturn could outrun a lame donkey. The drive went back quite a bit further than I expected, and when I pulled around and parked, the darkness seemed to deepen, somehow. I was really all alone out here. Nobody was going to pass by and see me.
His car door slammed.
The officer walked to my door, and I cringed a tiny bit with every step. He hadn't paused at all in his car to write anything down or call anything in. I shivered.
"You need to step out of the car for me," he said.
I hesitated.
"I said get the FUCK out of the car," he growled in that aggressive cop voice used on noncompliant perps right before they were going to kick their asses.
I moved.
The moment I was out, he was grabbing my shoulders and spinning me around, pressing me against the side of the car.
"Put your hands behind your back. I don't believe you've got nothing on you. This is for your protection and mine," he said coldly.
I still. Couldn't see. His face.
As I moved my hands behind my back and felt the cold sharp press of metal closing around my wrists, my heart began to beat against my ribs and my breath came out in quiet little pants. Fuck. OH FUCK. My toy. Every time he spoke or made a noise, it vibrated. Could he hear it in the night, over the crickets and the frogs?
"Walk with me to the trunk of your car," he said, gripping my arm and levering it up just a tiny bit, to show me how easily he could make it hurt if I didn't obey him. Asshole.
That's right, self. Keep that brave face on. Chew him out in your mind. Don't let him get in your head. That's what I told myself. It wasn't working.
He turned me to face the trunk of my car, and ran his hands down my sides. I shuddered, hard. I couldn't help it. His hand gripped my thigh for a moment. This wasn't how a cursory search went. He wasn't using the backs of his hands. My stomach dropped.
He spun me towards him and ran his hands over my breasts, which are massive, I have to admit, not that I can help that. His hands paused for a moment. I felt balanced on the edge of something I couldn't see.
"Fuck," he said under his breath, then louder, "you could have anything hidden there. Hold the fuck still."
I whimpered, and he plunged his hands down the front of my bra. I cried out in shock, then, feeling him roughly palm my breasts, digging his fingers down my cleavage, then under them, yanking them up out of the top of my bra and top.
"Nn. Goddamn," he groaned, and my traitorous little toy buzzed, making me squirm, mostly in fear. Mostly. "Turn around. I know you've got something on you."
In me. Oh gods he was going to find it. I froze up again.
"I said turn the fuck around!" he spun me around and shoved me onto the trunk of my car, bending me over. I felt my skirt flip up and tried to stand again. His hand planted between my shoulder blades and shoved me back down again. "Bend over and stay there," he roared at me.
I stayed, pressing my thighs together, whimpering. His hand moved away from my shoulders, and I felt my panties being yanked down.
"Open your legs," he ordered. I squeezed them tighter. Suddenly, a sharp, stinging blow landed on my ass. I squealed in surprise, flooded with embarrassment immediately. "Open your legs or you're gonna get hurt," he bellowed, and, frightened, I did as he said at last.
His knee slammed into my pussy, and I screamed, that time. He was going to do it. He was. He was.
"You aren't gonna keep me out. If you fight me, it's just gonna hurt more. Hold still," he told me, and I heard a rustling sound, then the snap of latex gloves and the sound of something squeezed out of a tube, followed by wet, squelching sounds. "What have you got? Drugs? Is it drugs you're smuggling?"
"No, please, I don't have any drugs, please don't-"
"Don't you fucking argue with me. Stay down."
Glove-clad fingers coated in cold lube probed my pussy lips, pinching them and spreading them open, sliding between them, first the outer, and then down the seam of my pussy. they paused on the silicone-coated antenna of my toy.
"I fucking knew it," he said, and yanked it out of me, hard enough that I screamed again.
I heard him groan quietly again. It was a hungry groan. He plunked my toy down on the trunk of the car, right in front of my face. "You ARE a naughty thing, aren't you?" he rumbled. "don't. Fucking. Move."
I felt one hand press down on the small of my back, pinning me in place A finger probed against my opening, pushing in, deeper and deeper, rotating around as he explored every inch of me he could. The moment he rubbed against my g-spot, swollen from my toy on the trunk, I writhed. He hooked his finger roughly against me and yanked upwards, hard. I cried out, and he responded by shoving a second finger into me. It hurt, stretching me, plunging into me, and then he was pumping both of them in and out of my cunt, hitting that spot every time.
I couldn't stop, then. I couldn't stop moaning. I couldn't stop squirming. I couldn't stop my body from responding, until the moans were sharp little pants, until I was begging, pleading, "please, please, please," and I wasn't even sure what I was begging FOR any more.
And then, he made it happen. He forced me to cum.
"Yeah, that's what you really are, isn't it? You're a hungry little cumslut. I knew it. I fucking knew it," he taunted, pulling his fingers out just as violently as he'd ripped out my toy. I shouted wordlessly, and he told me, "oh don't you worry. I'm not done yet. Not by a fucking long shot."
I heard a belt unbuckle, the sound of a zipper, then the crinkle of a wrapper. Oh gods, no. "Please don't," I breathed, trembling. "Please..."
He smacked my ass again. "You're in no position to make demands, little cocktease bitch," and he pressed down on my back with his hand again as I felt the head to his cock begin to press into me. I was tight with fear but slick with lube, and I could feel my pulse thumping in my clit with sharp little aftershocks of the orgasm he stole from me.
"You come into MY territory, thinking you can do whatever you want, speeding along like a spoiled little bitch who always gets her way, is that it? Do you always get whatever you want? Shut the fuck up, I don't even want to hear it. You're not in control here, I am," and with that he began to slam his cock into me, pounding so hard the entire car shook with every thrust, his hips battering my ass.
He beat my pussy from the inside, over and over and over again. Every time I tried to flinch away, he'd slam into me even more for a few strokes, punishingly hard.
I was screaming, and he laughed and told me "No one can hear you out here, slut. Nobody's coming to save your ass. You're mine until I say otherwise. You're my fucktoy now." Tears joined the moans and screams, but I felt it building again, that urgency, that slick and throbbing need, until I came, screaming, clenching down on his cock. I felt the rhythm of his thrusts grow sharp and choppy, and thought, "he'll be finished soon," but then he pulled out with a roar.
"Not yet. I'm not done having fun with you yet. I'm gonna play with you, bitch, and then I'm gonna paint you with my cum so you have to wear it all the way home," he purred, and I heard a snap being undone behind me.
Something cold, hard and blunt pressed against my opening. Something thick. "I know you're plenty wet, I could hear it every time I shoved my cock in you," he said. "Take it. That's right. It's not going to stop, it's going in, so you'd better relax and breathe, because you're getting it either way."
It pushed inside of me, stretching me open, spreading me so wide and tight. My breathing slowed, deep and shuddering and overwhelmed. His hand left my back, and I saw the flash of a camera light the rear window of my car. "Gotta have something to enjoy later," he said, and then I could hear the wet sound of him jacking himself off as he fucked me with his baton.
I was beyond words, then, unable to even beg. I was shattered. I could only take it, only feel, only ride it. There was no stopping it. The wave, as it began to build and crest, overwhelmed me, the shock of it taking me over until I came and came and came. "Yes, give it to me, cum the the pain, give me everything," he ordered, and it kept building and coming until he finally hit my g-spot one more time and pulled it out. The pressure peaked, and I felt my cunt contracting, hard, felt the wetness, the spray, as I squirted all over my panties and the ground.
A moment later, I felt something hot and thick and wet splash onto my back, all over my ass, as he groaned and came, coating me with thick, roapy strands of it.
He planted his hands on either side of my hips, panting, and didn't move for a minute or two. His breath was hot on the back of my neck.
"Pull your panties up," he told me, stepping away. The air felt cold on my hot skin, colder now that he had created some distance between us.
Shakily, I pulled my panties up, over the evidence of what he'd done to me. Wet with his cum, and mine. I would have to sit in it the entire way home. No way in hell was I stopping for anything, once I got in that car.
I wobbled to the driver's side of my car, barely able to stand, and dropped into my seat, sucking my breath between my teeth when the impact of it went right to my sore cunt.
I turned to him, silently, and finally saw his face. His eyes bored into mine.
"Now, I'm going to let you off with a warning this time, but don't you go speeding again. Be safe out there, you hear me? You may go now," and with that, he swaggered back to his vehicle, leaving me to flee into the dark in my car... but not as fast as before.
