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Cop Master

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MadilynShay

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Delani didn't know what time it was, where she was going, or where she even was for that matter. After getting in a drunken argument with her now ex boyfriend at the frat party the two had attended, all she wanted to do was go home. The fact that she had rode with him to the party left her without a ride back, not that she would've been able to drive herself at that point. Not wanting to stick around, she just started walking. She was heading in the complete opposite direction of her apartment, but she was too drunk to care or even notice.

As she walked, she hadn't come across anyone else, which was probably a good thing. Though she was typically a fairly respectable person, that night she was dressed like a complete slut. The tightness of her short, red dress hugged her curves, accenting her body. A generous amount of her c cup breasts were showing, while her ass seemed to peak out more and more with each step that she took. It would've been easy for anyone to just scoop her up and take advantage of her, but again, it wasn't something that had even crossed her mind.

She continued to stumble along, heading nowhere in particular. Though there was a sidewalk, she was walking right in the middle of the street. It probably wasn't the safest place to be, but it was the middle of the night after all, no one else was out. At least thats what she had thought until she saw the headlights coming up behind her. Instead of moving out of the way, she just stood in place, squinting from the brightness of the lights as she turned to face the car.
 
Officer Eric Houston was not having the greatest month of his life.

The divorce had become final last month. Luckily he had avoided alimony, but his money, his friends...those not on the force, anyway...and his house had all gone with Miranda when she left. His fellow officers had been sympathetic, but none of them could really understand it. He said he was lonely, and terrible at living as a bachelor. They told him he was still attractive, and they were right. Tall and muscular, with a strong chin and jet black hair, looks had never been his problem. And in his blue uniform he looked especially tempting to all the women he met. But they didn't get it.

He'd started HATING all the women he met.

Every female face became Miranda's, and all he wanted to do was hurt her. Get his own back.

He was still thinking about that when the gorgeous, red clad figure stumbled out in front of him. He screeched the squad car...his own, the town only had a very small police department...and stepped out.

"Hey," he called out to Delani. "Hey where the hell do you think you're going?"
 
It didn't even really dawn on her that this man was a police officer. Though it would've been obvious to anyone else, the alcohol in her system was impairing her in more than one way. Delani remained standing where she was, her body swaying slightly as she eyed the man in front of her, a look of irritation spreading across her face. She had already been pissed off, and being pissed off while she was drunk just made her a flat out bitch.

Who the fuck was this guy? Where she was going wasn't any of his business. The only thing she cared about was getting home, and he was suddenly in her way. With a smirk on her face, she lifted her hand and gave him a glimpse of her middle finger before making her way to the other side of his car, trying to get around him so she could carry on.
 
He ran around the car and grabbed her. The girl was obviously drunk. Where she was going was beyond him to understand. He lived this way; all that was out here was the bad part of town, and then the rural areas where his new house was. Slutty as it was, her dressed looked expensive. So why...

Of course. The damn frat house. She must be coming from the frat house. Another sorority slut.

Just like Miranda.

He made up his mind that fast. He was off duty, so the radios and camera in his squad car were off. There was no one to know what happened to this girl. No one but him.

"Alright," he said, turning her around, controlling her with his powerful muscles. "You're coming with me."

The handcuffs locked onto her wrists.
 
She had been completely unsuspecting when he grabbed her and jerked her around, leaving her a little confused as to what was going on. It took her a minute, but as he began to drag her back around to the other side of the car, panic started to set in.

"Get...off me!" she screamed, twisting against him, kicking him with her heels as he seemed to effortlessly move her where he wanted.

She continued to try everything she could think of to escape him, kicking and hitting him as she moved violently in his arms. As he turned her around, she looked up at him angrily, spitting in his face.

It wasn't until he snapped the handcuffs in place that she actually took a good look at the man. Giving up her fight, she noticed the shiny badge on his blue uniform. "Oh my god.." she mumbled to herself, almost certain that he was going to take her to jail.
 
The spit sliding down on his face only helped galvanize him into a being of cold, towering fury. But he was careful to let no outward sign of it show as he opened the back of the cruiser and shoved her roughly inside, his hand quite naturally gripping her ass as she was slid in.

"Just relax girl," he said, slamming the door closed. "I promise I won't be taking you to jail tonight. But you need go be careful. This is a bad part of town, miss. What's your name?"

He started driving away, taking her to her knew home. His home.
 
Delani fell silent as he shoved her into the back of his car, no longer trying to fight him. What the hell had she done? Her mind was racing with thoughts of what was going to happen to her. She couldn't go to jail..she'd get kicked out of school. Tears began to stream down her face, crying silently as he started to drive. Her parents were going to kill her.

She perked up at bit as he told her that he wasn't going to take her to jail. "You're not?" she asked, sniffling a bit as she tried to stop the tears from flowing. She was shocked, especially after the way she had acted towards him.

"Denlani." she said quietly. She was still too drunk to realize that even though he said he wasn't taking her to jail, she hadn't told him where she lived. So where was he taking her?
 
Now that he looked at her, she didn't look that much like Madeline. She was almost sweet and innocent, crying and scared the way she was. He had hoped she would assume he was talk g her to the station, but it didn't matter anyway. She was handcuffed in the back of his squad car.

Her life was already over.

"Delani?" he called back as the car slid through the dark streets and into the rural areas around town. "That's a pretty name. Where's it from?"
 
Delani leaned her head back against the seat, closing her eyes as she tried to calm her nerves. She took a deep breath, the alcohol finally starting to wear off just a bit. After a moment, she lifted her head back up, opening her eyes. Her gaze met his through the rearview mirror as he spoke to her.

"It was my grandma's name." She told him, not feeling the least bit worried as to what he was going to do to her. He seemed nice enough, even despite her outburst. She figured he would give her a warning and let her be on her way. After all, he said he wasn't going to take her to jail.

"I.. I'm sorry for freaking out." she apologized, now feeling embarrassed by the way she had acted.
 
"Oh it's alright," he said happily. "I really didn't expect any better from a cocksucking little frat slut anyway."

He turned the car and drove into his garage. The old farm had never shown a profit, and it was miles from anywhere worth mentioning. Secluded, isolated, and remote. He'd hated having to move into the old run-down place...but how it had definite possibilities. He parked the car and climbed out, walking quickly around the car and opening the door.

"Come on slut," he said. "It's time for processing."
 
A look of confusion spread across her face as she glanced out the window. Where were they? She had never seen any of the things they were passing before. It was almost like they had left the town completely.

"Where are we go.." she managed to say, trying to ask where they were going, but was interrupted by his startling comment. What was he talking about? She stared at him strangely, suddenly feeling incredibly uneasy.

Her heart began to race as he stopped the car and got out. As far as she could tell, they weren't anywhere near her apartment, and they certainly weren't at the police station.

Again, she felt an uneasiness as he spoke to her, cringing at the word slut. Instead of getting out of the car, she simply stared up at him, a questioning look on her face.
 
His arm shot out like a cobra and grabbed her arm, hard. A simple yank on her bound wrist and she came out of the car, and he wrapped her up in his arms, holding her body tight to his. His hands roamed freely over her, groping and caressing.

"God you're a tasty little slut," he said.

(Sorry it's so late....and so short....soooo much turkey....)
 
She let her body go limp as he grabbed her, hoping it would be harder for him to pull her along, but even then he still seemed to do it with ease. She squirmed against him as he carried her, flailing and kicking to try and escape his grip, or at least make things more difficult for him. Despite the struggle she put up, her actions didn't seem to phase him. Unsure of what else to do, she started to scream. Someone had to hear her, at least that's what she told herself.

So many thoughts were running through her head. Why did she have to go to that party? If she had've cooperated with him in the beginning, would he still have done this to her? What was he doing exactly? Her heart raced as they neared the house, scared and unsure of what was going to happen to her. "Please.." she muttered quietly, knowing that it probably wouldn't get her anywhere.

(It's fine :p I know the feeling)
 
His hand pressed between her legs, roughly handling her pusdy through the panties and tight dress. He was gently biting at her neck now, his hot breath slithering all over her skin.

"Begging won't help you," he said. "Because now that I've got you you're going to take it. My ex wife, my life, that fucking woman who always takes too long to check out her groceries. Every ounce of frustration I've ever felt at a woman is about to be taken out on you. I'm going to beat you. I'm going to rape you. And then I'm really going to get started."

He thrust her forwards, bending her over the car, holding her their with a hand tangled in her hair. With his other hand he slid her dress up in the back.
 
Her body tensed up as she felt the man's hand move between her legs. How could this be happening to her? She roughly jerked her head away from him as she felt his teeth at her neck, disgusted by him. Part of her felt like she should just give up fighting, knowing that she wasn't going to get away from him, but she wasn't ready to let go of her dignity that easily.

"Fucking psycho!" she screamed, silently praying that someone could hear her. Something was seriously wrong with him. He was doing this to her because of his ex?

Tears ran down her face, her mascara running down her cheeks with them as he pushed her against the car. "I didn't do anything wrong.." she said defeated, her voice catching. It wasn't her fault that he had been fucked over. Why was he taking it out on her?
 
He just ignored her and laughed, sliding her skirt up to the waist, plump ass waving in the air. He caressed it almost gently, sliding her panties down, leaving her ass completely unprotected and bare. He groped her ass for a few minutes, ignoring her complaining.

"Shut up," he snarled. He pulled the nightstick from his belt and slammed it hard into her unprotected ass. It left a red mark that was quickly forming a bruise. Then again and again, falling into a steady rythm.

"Good" SMACK "Girls" SMACK "Only" SMACK "Speak" SMACK "When spoken TO!"

SLAM!
 
She screamed in pain as he brought the nightstick down on her. The first smack was enough to shut her up, but still, he kept going. Each time he brought it down onto her skin, a loud cry escaped her lips. Even after he stopped, she cried, practically sobbing as the pain flowed through her body.

She took deep, shaky breaths, her body shaking as she tried to calm herself, worried that he would still be mad that she couldn't keep quiet. At that moment, she realized that she couldn't fight him. For all she knew, if she kept resisting him, he would kill her. Feeling completely broken, she laid still against the car, wishing he would just hurry up and get it all over with. Maybe then she could get away from this.
 
He dropped the nightstick and pulled her up from the car gently, almost tenderly.

"There you go," he said, caressing the sobbing girl's cheek. "All you have to do is be a good girl, and you won't get hurt too badly. Come on now."

He brought her through the garage and into the house. Be brought her across a shabby living room to a small side room. There was an old, unused-looking ber in there. Closing the door behind them, he unlocked her handcuffs.
 
Delani winced a bit as she felt his hand on her cheek, thinking he was going to hit her. She was surprised as he stroked her gently, but it still didn't help make her feel any better. She had never been more terrified in her life than she was in that moment. All she wanted was to go home, but she didn't dare say that, or anything else for that matter after what he had done to her for talking the last time.

Reluctantly, she moved along with him, allowing him to lead her into the house. At least outside, there was some small chance of someone hearing her or happening across them, but now, she was completely alone with him in his home. No one would be able to help her there.

As he unlocked her handcuffs, she looked up at him, unsure of what to do. Now that she had use of her hands, it would be easier for her to make an escape attempt, but she wasn't prepared to do that. Not yet anyways.
 
He had honestly expected her to try to run away, and was thrown off for a moment by her apparent submission. But he recovered quickly. Grinning, he opened his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing his powerful chest. He kicked his boots off and grinned at her/

"Now is this fair?" he said. "I'm getting naked and you've still got l your clothes on. You want to be a good girl, don't you? And I don't want to have to punish you again. So get that dress off. It's in the way."
 
Her eyes widened as he began to undress. She had known that this was going to happen sooner or later, that he had made obvious, but now that he wanted her to undress, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. He had done everything else to her forcefully, so why make her do it?

She stood still for a moment, unsure of what to do. She knew that she had to undress. Either way, her clothing would end up off. She could do it herself, or let him do it, which would probably result in another painful 'punishment' like he had said.

Reaching down, she took the bottom of the dress into her hands, but her hands just wouldn't move to lift it off. Despite the fact that she knew it would be easier for her to do it, she just couldn't. "I.. I can't." she said weakly.
 
He gave her a vicious backhand slap across the face, knocking her to the bed.

"I knew you were too stupid to do as you were told," he snarled. "Or maybe it's not your fault. Maybe you've just been whiting out fit do long you don't know how to do as your told like a good girk. Either way you know you have to be punished."

He grabbed her hair and pulled her roughly to her feet. Grabbing the dressed pulled it over herbed, revealing her body named except for her bra. He took his big, meaty hand and slapped her hard across the chest.

"Of maybe you like me beating the crap out of you," he growled.
 
Delani cried out as he smacked her face, immediately wishing that she had've just sucked it up and taken the dress off like he had told her. He was obviously angered by the fact that she hadn't listened, and again, she felt absolutely terrified.

As his hands gripped her hair, she used both of hers to try and push them off of her, whimpering as he pulled her along roughly. She hadn't wanted to take the dress of because she didn't want him to see her naked, but now that he had removed himself, that was the least of her worries. Her main concern was her safety.

She dropped back onto the ground as he slapped her again, unable to hold herself up. "N-no..I'm sorry." she said, her voice filled with panic. "Please.. I'll listen." she begged, trying to keep her face shielded incase he tried to hit her again.
 
"Bullshit," he said. "You had a chance to listen, and look what you did. You're telling me you'll do what I say? Taking your dress off was a test question, slut. Five points for writing your name. None of my other orders are going to be that easy."

He sat down on the bed and forced her to her knees in front of him. Unzipping his pants with one hand, the other still tangled in her hair. He pulled out his thigh, fat, pulsing cock, dangling the huge, rock-hard member in her face.

"So you're telling me you'll taste my cock like a good girl?" he said dangerously.
 
"I'm sorry.." she said, desperation in her voice. "I learned my lesson." she told him, hoping to keep him from hurting her again. Whether she listened to him or not, she knew that he was going to get what he wanted from her. For her own sake, she just had to go along with it.

Whimpering as he pulled her by her hair, she looked up at him nervously as he began to pull out his cock. It was so much bigger than any she had ever seen. Hesitantly, she moved forward, opening her mouth. No part of her wanted this, but what choice did she have? She had to go along with it.

As the head of his hard member pushed against her lips and into her tiny mouth, she resisted the urge to pull away. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to take him deeper into her mouth.
 
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