Speeding through the midwestern prairie, convertible top down, music up loud, blonde hair blowing in the wind, she loved the feel of the hot sun on her bare shoulders and cleavage and on her thighs where she’d hiked up her blue flowered sundress to the edge of her blue lace panties. So happy.
Until she heard the wail of the sirens.
Fuckme, she muttered as she glanced at her speedometer — oops 75 — and pulled over right away. She was focused on pulling out the rental car registration and getting out her license, and was startled to realize the cop was already standing over her. She jumped and started to pull down her hem and up her neckline… but froze when he raised one gloved hand and said,
No need, Miss, you’re perfectly safe with me.
Normally, in her regular life, she bristles at assumptions and assurances and even the most mild advances. But something about his tone, calm and completely positive he would be obeyed, settles her back down and straight into the beginnings of sub space. She dropped her hands and left them in her lap.
I believe you do know how to follow rules, don’t you, miss? I think you must have gotten a little distracted by…
He paused and looked directly at her thighs and breasts, and smiled. She blushed red hot and nodded mutely.
Well, we do nothing without consent around these parts. Would you like to have the ticket and be on your way? Or would you prefer to come with me for a little tour of the station and a more enjoyable punishment?
Her eyes widened. Really? she said. And it’s safe? You promise?
Absolutely, miss. We care about the public and do everything we can to protect them and make sure they are satisfied with our service.
She smiled, and thought to herself, what the hell, I don’t have to be to the next town for a while anyway. Time to treat myself to a little adventure.
She nodded, and the officer leaned down and opened the door for her. Step out, miss.
She did, taking his chivalrously offered hand… which before she knew it became a grip and a twist and a push and she was bent over the side of the convertible.
Legs apart, he snapped, and kicked them gently till she was in a wide stance, one hand on the car, one twisted behind her back.
Let’s see how we are doing so far, shall we? He took out his night stick — she heard the sound of it whisking against the leather holster and flinched. But he only used it to lift the hem of her skirt high above her waist. She stood there trembling, glad for the support of the car. Then he hooked the waist of her panties away from her ass and pushed the nightstick down onto and into them, slightly pushing her ass cheeks apart and bringing her panties to her knees. She stood there, bare ass to the cornfields, watching drivers whiz by, who were wondering what that nice woman had done to get herself arrested.
The officer put his stick away and said, Time to frisk you. Both hands on the car.
She obeyed and he stepped closer behind her, and leaned forward to run his hands, slowly, deliberately, from her hands to her toes. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her naked ass as he did, and felt it twitch as he moved from her rib cage to her narrow waist and on to her round hips. She couldn’t resist a little wiggle, sighing happily as she felt his cock try to leap toward her.
That was a mistake, missy. You’ve moved up a level in your punishment — or should I say down? Do you understand?
He said all this with strong fingers sunk deep into her ass, and she could only nod, and say
Yes, Officer. I’m sorry, Sir.
Good, he grunted , shall we continue?
Yes please, Sir.
He continued, hands don the outside of her legs to her feet, then back up again on the inside of her thighs past her panties around her knees. She prepared herself, being pretty sure what was next and relaxed as as he thrust a finger into her already wet pussy.
Ah, I suspected as much, he said to himself, then added a finger… then a third as he reached around and teased her clit with the other hand. She tensed and squirmed and gasped and sighed and settled down as far as she could onto those masculine hands. Breathing harder and harder, she squirmed against him.
Sir, may I please touch myself and sir oh, my nipples…!
Oh, what a greedy slut missy is. Yes, but it means another level of punishment, are you prepared for that? He increased his pace and she moaned. Yes yes please!
He took his hand away, slapped her ass, and grabbed her right hand and put it on her clit. Go for it, miss slut, he growled and pulled her shoulder strap off, freed her breast (oh, no bra, what a very good slut), and grabbed her rock hard nipple and twisted. She gasped and moaned and, hand working her clit furiously, started to come…
Then he released her, stepped back, and said, simply:
No.
She screamed. But took her hand off her clit, clutched the car, and sank to her knees, there on the dirty asphalt, banging the car door in frustration, as the throes of her ruined orgasm washed over her and released her.
Such a good miss, the officer crooned. But I still don’t think I can trust you alone in the back of my patrol car.
He grabbed her wrists, pulled her up to standing, yanked her panties back up, her dress covering her breasts again, and held both wrists in one strong hand as he took his handcuffs and cuffed her, hands in front of her. She was happy — she knew she could still reach her clit, and good lord did it need it.
He pulled her toward his police car and handed her in, careful to protect her head. She felt the cool leather under her thighs and loved the feel of being caged, with escape proof glass and handleless doors around her. Then he reached in and lifted her cuffed wrists up and chained them to the ceiling. Dammit. She barely could sit on the seat, let alone get her hands down to her clit.
Up, he barked, and she rose up on her toes, crouching. Relax, he instructed, and she took a breath and relaxed all her muscles except those keeping her as upright as she could be in the car.
Be perfectly still. Or else., he warned her and brought out his knife.
She froze as he brought it near her ass and pussy and neatly snipped her lace panties to shred, falling to the seat around her. She gasped and as she did, he gathered up the pieces and crammed them into her mouth.
I apologize if this isn’t necessary, Miss. I don’t know how much of an anal whore you are yet.
She froze but knew what to do and relaxed her anus as much as she could. She felt his finger, lubed up, probe tentatively, then twisted and inserted, covering her asshole with lube.
Let’s see what you can take, shall we? And she felt the insistent pressure of a plug pressing at her opening. She relaxed and opened and accepted the violation, gasping a little when he drove the thickest part into her and moaned happily when the smallest part entered, base snugly against her body. With his command, she sank back down onto the leather seat and sighed happily at the sensation. He smiled and left her to lock up her car and put the top up .
Returning to her, he said, you had better not come during the ride, bitch. And he took off. Sirens squealing, speeding, taking every corner on what felt like two wheels. He sure knew what he was doing and she wondered how many other hapless subs had fallen into his speed trap. With every turn, the plug shifted inside her, pushing against sensitive nerve endings; with every sudden brake, she was thrust back onto the seat, the butt plug pushing farther inside of her and fucking her mercilessly. She was on the brink of coming again from the sensations, from the trapped feeling, from the anticipation, when he squealed to a stop, sending one final pounding blow into her center.
He pulled into a parking bay, leapt out, and opened her door and released her chain. She literally crumpled, sortof flowed down the seat, out the door, and lay, twitching in the parking lot asphalt. She looked up at him and whispered, Water? He laughed and said of course, missy. He pulled her up, slung her across him and whispered, keep your face down. She obeyed and relaxed into him and he half-dragged her into the station.
She just needs to sleep it off, sarge. Do we have a holding cell free?The seargent chuckled and her face flamed anew. Yeah, take her to the back.
He continued in and she heard the electronic lock release, the door open, and she was placed in a chair, cuffed hands on a table that held a bottle of water and an iron circle. He locked her chains to the circle, then opened the water and poured a long drink down her throat.
Thank you, sir, she said happily and put her head on the table and tried to breathe. So aroused, she wasn’t sure she could keep from coming but she was determined to try— she had already agreed to two more levels of punishment due to her greediness and she sensed she might not be able to handle a third.
So she sighed with happiness but also resignation when she felt his hands on her knees, beginning to force them apart. She resisted for a moment, instinctively, which earned her his other hand in her hair, knotting it and pulling her head up to face him.
Are we going to behave?
Yes sir.
Good slut. Just one slap for resisting then.
And he raised up his free hand and slapped her, hard. She rocked back, knees automatically falling open, and he quickly captured each ankle and chained it to the table leg.
Ok, officers, she’s ready, she heard him say.
Oh, Jesus.
In walked two officers, each powerful and imposing in his blue uniform. She gasped and tried to turn to look at “her” officer, the one who had captured her. But he held her head firm and forced her to look at them.
Now, now, you agreed to two extra levels of punishment , did you not? These nice officers will help us with that. Don’t worry, we are all friends here.
They got into position with a speed and ease that made her know they had done this many times before. One took off his pants, releasing an already dripping cock, unlocked her hands, and sat down on the table, and another relocked her hands, arms around him. He pushed her face forward and down onto his cock.
”Her” officer came behind her and, quickly, pulled out the butt plug, making her gasp and fall further forward onto the seated man’s cock, who moaned and praised her. While her asshole was still gaping, he pressed his cock onto her opening and then slowly inexorably into her. She moaned with the pain and pleasure, and her officer stepped to her, pulled her face off the cock, and said, do you need something, cunt?
She blushed, knowing he knew her, knew her needs, and she just had to say it.
Pain, sir? Enough to distract from the ass-fucking pain? To keep my mind off choking from the cock in my throat?
He nodded and thrust her face back down onto the cock in front of her. Then pulled out his knife, turned it over and began drawing swooping swirling welts across her back and the top of her ass. She stayed as still as she could, shuddering with pain and pleasure, as she was passed back and forth between the cock in her ass and her throat.
Then her officer passed the knife to the man with his cock in her throat, and reached under her and pulled her hanging nipples, hard. She yelled and thrust up, only to meet the hard steel at her throat.
She looked left, with imploring eyes, at her officer, careful to still keep the cock in her throat. He laughed at her, and mocked, you are SUCH a greedy cumhole, aren’t you? She shook her head yes and he relented and unlocked her right hand, keeping her left hand restrained so that she couldn’t accidentally escape from the pounding face fucking she was receiving . Not that she wanted to.
Her right hand immediately went to her clit, working it for just a second before she came, throat tightening around one cock, ass tightening around the other. This set off them both, and yelling in the delightfully soundproofed room, they came, unloading into ass and mouth, while she swallowed and writhed against them, coming again.
“Her” officer released his death grip on her nipples and pulled her up and off both cocks, mostly dangling in the air.
He straightened her up, and the other officers came to her with their blue felt tip pens out, usually used for mundane reports and marking evidence. One scrawled 1390 on her tits and the other wrote on her ass — she was pretty sure it was the same number, “her” officer’s badge number. She was marked and claimed and in itself almost made her come again.
The other officers, tipped their imaginary caps to him, thanking him for such a fine capture, and slapped her ass and cheek as a final goodbye and left.
Her officer placed her back on the table and refastened both handcuffs on her wrists as she lay there panting and spasming.
Are you ready, my sweet whore?
She could only nod. He picked up the plug the other officer had removed from me and thrust it in with one swift motion.
Can’t have my brother’s mess drip all over me, now can I?
He then smacked her ass hard and grabbed her waist with both hands, and thrust himself into her fast and hard, balls slapping against her.
He thrust harder and faster and faster and harder, as she writhed in the table and screamed. One hand reached around and he began tickling her clit as he fucked her. The sensation combined with the pressure in her ass, and the friction on her g spot and the pounding on her pussy and the tingling in her ass combined till she couldn’t stand it anymore. But it was the sensation of the cum gushing out of his cock inside her and its throbbing and his sounds of happiness and release that pushed her over the edge and she came screaming there, along with him.
They both collapsed, her held up by handcuffs, him almost passed out on top of her, panting, till he rolled off, gathered himself, and staggered up to release her.
She slithered to the ground and just lay there, a mess, high in sub space and with post orgasm twitches. He leaned over, gently pulled out the plug, and began cleaning the cum leaking from ass and pussy, murmuring words of praise.
After a bit, he helped her up, smoothed my dress and hair, and kissed her lips. I’ll take you back to your car now, you served your sentence brilliantly.
She started to speak, but her mouth didn’t work yet:
But, I’m, Sir, I, uh…
Mhmm, you are in no shape to drive, are you?
She just shook her head, relieved that he knew what he had done to her.
Ok, no worries, I promised to take care of you.
He took her hand and she followed obediently and happily, unable in her blissed out subspace brain to imagine doing anything else. He brought her past the front desk Sargent, saying: We got her cleaned up, sarge, she’s ready to go.
He tucked her into his cruiser, fastening her seat belt and making sure she was comfortable. Then she heard him radio the other two officers to collect her car and bring it to a hotel at the edge of town. They drove there, he collected a key from the clerk who didn’t seem to have any questions, and he brought her to a plain but clean room with a decent sized tub.
He set her on the bed, and went to the bathroom and turned on the hot water tap. He returned and undressed her — she was compliant but incapable of action, rising arms or feet as needed with a simple word or gesture from him. He led her naked to the tub, helped her in, and put a glass of water next to her.
He bent over and kissed her forehead and said, thank you, miss and turned to leave. As he started out, she said…
Officer?
He turned and smiled at her, yes?
I don’t need to leave right away tomorrow.
His smile grew broader and he said, well, we shall see what we can do to make sure you enjoy our little town.
She blushed happily and sunk deeper into the hot water, sure that she would be well taken care of. It was a friendly midwestern small town, after all.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/cic573/paying_for_her_crime_ds_mmmf_cnc
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