Smutty writing #1

Warning: This story contains elements of rape, dominance and submission, etc. Reader discretion is advised.

Cops and Robbed?

My white, knee-high boots made a “clip clop” sound as I made my way down the sidewalk to my house. The street was deserted, not surprisingly so as it was probably 3:30 in the morning. I ran a hand through my loose hair and smiled, my head buzzing slightly from the drinks in me. It had been a terrific fetish party. I smirked. My outfit certainly had been a hit. Pink and white pleather dress, with a zipper that ran the length of the front, white pleather gloves, white fish nets, and white boots…Hot indeed. I couldn’t wait to finish my few block walk and get to my bed.

I heard a car approaching and turned my head. Sighing with relief, I saw the familiar white car and blue lights of one of the city’s “finest”.. but my relief was short lived. The blue lights cut on and the car pulled over. I felt the blood leave my face and my heart start to pound. What had I done?

Each door opened and out hopped two of the hottest dyke cops I had ever seen. Lean, fit, uniforms cut perfectly. I would have been delighted if that both hadn’t worn such serious expressions.

“What do we have here?” asked one, as she circled around in front of me. I only caught a glimpse of chiseled cheek bones and her short buzzed hair before one of her strong hands whipped out a maglight and nearly blinded me with the beam.

“Looks like we got a late night worker, don’t we, Stuart?” the other cop replied, circling behind me. I shielded my eyes with my hand, not daring to turn away from the cop with the light... Officer Stuart apparently.

“No.. I.. I’m just on my way home.” I said, my voice quavering slightly. Officer Stuart kept her light in my face. “I was at a party….”

“A party,” Stuart snickered. “Yeah I bet it was a party. You getting this, Edmonds?” The cop behind me chuckled.

“Yeah I hear it.” Officer Edmunds was approaching me slowly from behind, her boots making heavy thuds on the pavement. I could feel her hot breath on my neck.

“No really,” I started, my heart pounding so fiercely it could’ve been heard. “It was a…a costume party at my friend’s house. I swear. I’m just going home. It’s just another few blocks…”

My words caught in my throat as Officer Edmunds’ hand had found its way to my hair, jerking my head back. I gasped.

“Shut up, you little slut. We don’t need to hear your lies.” All traces of humor were gone from her deep voice. I trembled slightly, but her hold did not loosen on my hair.

“Bring her over to the car,” Officer Stuart said, her light still trained on my face. Officer Edmunds’ released my hair, only to roughly grab my arms, forcing them behind my back. I blinked in to the light and whimpered, as I was forced to walk over to their car. Edmunds bent my body over the back of the car and I felt the cold steel of handcuffs on my wrist.

“What do you think, Stuart?” Edmunds asked from behind me. Tears had welled up in my eyes as my cheek pressed against the cool metal of the trunk.

“Search her then we’ll…” she laughed. “Well, we can’t just let her get away with it can we?” They both laughed.

“A lesson I’d be happy to teach,” said Edmunds. I squirmed slightly and whimpered.

“Please don’t…” I started to say, when Edmunds grabbed my hair so my scalp screamed and forced my head a little harder in to the car.

“Shut up!” Edmunds said. “I don’t fucking care what you have to say.” I heard Stuart chuckle.

“Come on, Edmunds, quit stalling and let’s get going with this.”

With her hand still in my hair, the pain in my head causing me to sweat a little, Officer Edmunds began to run her free hand over my back. I then felt her hand reach around the front of me, fingers playing over the tops of my breasts that peeked over the top of my zippered dress. I gasped as she suddenly shoved her hand under the fabric to cup my breast, fingers pinching my nipple harshly.

“She’s got some nice tits, Stuart.” I cried out a little as Edmunds fingers continued to pinch at my nipple, which had grown instantly hard in her grasp. She pulled and twisted it and I felt my hips move involuntarily as heat suddenly went to my cunt.

“And eager to serve, I see,” Stuart replied. Edmunds hand let go of my nipple and I felt her unzip the top of my dress. My breasts were now exposed to the warm night air, zipper now down to my navel. I flushed in embarrassment, which went seemingly unnoticed by the officer who had me in her grasp. Edmunds hand had found my other nipple and began its slow thorough torture. She twisted and tugged, then grabbed my whole breast and squeezed it roughly. She bounced my tit in her hand a little, then moved to twist and tug at the other nipple again. It was then I noticed that she had pushed her hips in to the back of me… and I could only hope it was her nightstick that was rock hard against me.

“Let’s see the rest of the goods, Edmunds,” demanded Stuart, who had moved around to shine her light on me, a spotlight on her own private show. Edmunds grabbed the bottom of my dress and hiked it up around my waist. Color flooded my cheeks as I felt my ass, covered in a thong and fishnets, get exposed to the night.

“Nice,” said Edmunds, grabbing my ass. I whimpered a little. “Look at this ass!”

“Uh huh,” agreed Stuart, “but why don’t we get rid of this thong and these fucking fishnets.” Edmunds removed her hand. I heard Stuart move over to me, setting the light on the trunk next to my head. I felt her hands on me and the cold metal of a knife near my skin. I trembled slightly, wondering if she’d cut me, but no. It only took Stuart a few seconds and expert cut to reduce my fishnets to thigh highs, which fell down towards the top of my boots. Another feel of the knife near my skin, and I felt my thong fall off. My lower half was completely naked. I was now red hot with shame. Edmunds stepping back slightly almost growled at the sight of me.

“Oh man I’m gonna enjoy this,” Edmunds said. She smacked my ass, and I cried out as my skin stung under her bare hand.

“Let me too, man,” said Stuart. I felt another smack to my ass and cried out again, the sounds going in to the trunk of the car. The two laughed.

“Aw what’s wrong,” Edmunds said, jerking my head a little, “Too much of a little pussy to take it?” I whined, then felt another smack to my ass. Stuart laughed.

“Well she’d better suck it up.” Stuart said, her hand hitting my ass a few more times. The skin ached and stung. “Cause I’m not even close to done.”

Edmunds shoved me farther over the car, so that I was now lying, breasts pressed on the trunk. Wack! I felt her hand, then wack! Stuart’s. They took turns spanking my ass. I cried out, but my cries seemed to only encourage them. One after the other, they traded blows, first to one cheek then the other, till my skin felt almost raw with pain. Tears fell down my face. Still… I could feel the wetness begin to drip from my cunt. I begged the night that they wouldn’t notice that their spanking was actually turning me on… but just as I thought it…

“Edmunds! Look at this!” I felt Stuarts fingers as they wiped my dripping sex from my thigh. “The little whore is liking it.” I sobbed.

“No!” I cried. “no…” but it was too late. I felt Edmunds force my legs farther apart. My sex was running like a small river down the inside of my thighs.

“Hell yeah!” Edmunds said, then without warning, she shoved two fingers in to my wet pussy. I cried out as I tightened around her hand. She wiggled her fingers in my tight cunt, and my hips bucked in response. I felt a blow to my ass. Stuart laughed.

“You fuck that shit, man,” Stuart said, and began spanking my ass harder than ever. Edmunds shoved another finger inside me and began to fuck me deeply and slowly. My hips bucked and I cried out as her hand thrust deep in to me. Stuart continued to paddle my ass and I felt my knees start to buckle. Edmunds hand shoved deep in to my cunt before she grabbed my hips with her other hand, and using her hip, shoved me up on to the car so I didn’t need to stand. I thought she did it to help, but then I felt her hand start fucking me harder… deeper, faster. I was layed out over the back of the car getting fucked harder than I ever had before.

Stuart stopped spanking my ass and stood back to watch, occasionally making comments about how that “little whore was getting it,” and “fuck that dirty little cunt..” My hips were bucking so wildly that Edmunds pressed my back in to the car so her continued thrusts with her hand wouldn’t be interrupted. Over and over she rammed her hand in to me, then without warning, jerked her hand from me and stopped. My cunt tightened where her hand had once filled me.

“Let’s get her in the back seat,” Edmunds said. I was being picked up and next thing I knew, I was face up across the backseat of the cruiser, my hands being cuffed down so I couldn’t get up. Stuart was at my head holding down the top of me, and Edmunds held my legs down. I tried to struggle but Edmunds just laughed and smacked me across my face.

“Oh you’re gonna get it now, bitch,” she said, and suddenly pulled out her nightstick. I almost screamed.

“No! Please! No!” I tried to move my hips away, anticipating what was next, but it wasn’t enough. Edmunds shoved her nightstick in to my cunt.