Fuck the Police [Str8] [MF] [nc] [blkmail] [Mdom] [preg]

Karen worked hard to become a cop. Once she obtained her badge she thought she was finally going to be the paragon of justice she always knew she was. She didn’t realize the slow degradation of her character that occurred as she spent more and more time on the force. She slowly started to look down the citizens she had sworn to protect. She began to look the other way when private assets were seized for the benefit of her department. She began to relish the chance to beat those who dare disrespect her authority. With the increasing protests she found herself indulgeing in this brutality more and more. She thought she was untouchable.

Then one day she arrived home to find a large envelope on her porch. Inside were pictures of her commiting violent acts. Craking the skulls of old men, beating peaceful protesters, and shooting out the eyes of women with rubber bullets. There were multiple shots, all clearly showing her face or her badge number. At the bottom of the stack of photos was a letter. It appeared to be written by the photographer, and they threatened to publish the photos online and send them too the media unless she go meet them alone. The letter instructed her to go to an old parking garage downtown at midnight. Sensing a trap, but feeling overconfident she decided to confront this mysterious blackmailer.

Karen arrived sure in her ability to best her would be blackmailer. She came dressed in plain clothes, a white top with a pair of jeans. Her short blonde hair was tucked under a ball cap. The outfit complimented her athletic physique, but not in a way that would draw too much attention. She was trying to keep a low profile after all.

Karen looked around the empty garage. It was dark, and there didn’t appear to be any security cameras around. A chill ran down her spine as she thought for a second that maybe this guy knew what he was doing.

Then the sound of a cell phone ringing snapped Karen’s attention back to the present. She gasped in surprise as the chiming tone cut through the quiet night. Carefully she moved towards the rigging phone. Driven by curiosity she edged closer, and closer. She could see it more clearly now, and recognized it as a cheap burner phone.

Karen was now standing above the still rigging phone. Ice filled her veins as she saw her own name displayed on the caller ID. Trepidation washed over her as stared at the phone. Swallowing down her fear she found her nerve. She was a cop, and she wasn’t about to let some blackmailer get the better of her. With her newfound confidence she reached down and answered the phone.

“Hello?” She asked.

“Good evening officer.” A voice replied. It sounded deep, male, and modulated. “I’m glad you came. Now we can deal just the two of us.”

Hot rage boiled up in Karen, but she fought it down as best she could. “What do you want?”

“You,” the voice said bluntly.

“What?” Karen growled flustered and angry. She started scanning the empty parking garage for the person on the other end of the line. They had to be here somewhere she told herself. “What the fuck do you mean?”

“I will be using you tonight,” the voice added calmly. “Think of it as reparations for all your sins.”

“Fuck you,” Karen yelled enraged. “I don’t need your bull shit. You can’t do shit to me. Where are you hiding punk! Face me like a man.”

There was no reply. Karen realized that she’s been so focused on the phone that she didn’t hear the sound of footsteps behind her. Before she could react an arm shot out of the dark. It wrapped around her chest pinning her arms against her body. Karen struggled against the arm, slowly overpowering it. Before she could free herself from the arm she felt a prick in her neck followed by a cool sensation. She felt dizzy as color drained from the world and everything went dark.
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When Karen finally came to she didn’t know how much time had passed. She tried to sit up but found her arms and legs had been restrained, fastened to the bedpost using heavy duty zip ties. Panic welled up in heart. She knew she was in trouble, and her fear only grew the more she looked around the windowless room. Some slight relief did come to her when she saw her clothes were still on. Maybe, she thought, there was still a way out of this.

Before Karen could devise any escape plan the sole door to the room opened. From it emerged a man, looking to be in his early 30’s. “You’re awake,” the man said with a sinister smile across his face. “Now we can finish our negotiations.”

“Let me go!” Karen roared, “I’m a cop, do you know how much shit you’re in.”

“Do you know how much shit you’re in?” The man said pulling up a phone. Holding the screen toward Karen he flipped through incriminating photos. One after the other. “You’re not in a position to ask for anything. You make me mad, and these go out to the internet.” The man ran a hand up Karen’s leg, and she could feel its warmth moving up and along her inner thigh. She kicked in a desperate hope to shake off the man’s hand. She was pissed. Not only with the man, but with warmth inside her she frelt grow.

“I’m still a fucking cop,” Karen growled channeling her embarrassment into anger. “My precinct wont let you get away with this.”

“You think you’ll still be a cop after I release all of what I have on you.” The man said, grinning with confidence. “They’ll throw you under the bus to satisfy the public.” The man reached into his pocket and produced a large knife. “Besides, I’m pretty sure this little incident isn’t something you want your fellow officers to know about. Don’t want to seem weak, or not cut out for the job.” As he talked he slid the blade of his knife into the cuff of Karen’s jeans. With a quick jerk he cut into the denim. “Hold still now, you don’t want the knife to slip.”

The man proceeded to cut up to Karen’s thigh. Revealing her muscular leg. “Stop,” Karen growled, her voice tinged with desperate fear. She wanted kick out at the man, but thd cold metal on the flat of the blade reminded her to behave.

Once the blade reached her groin the man tore aside the fabric revealing Karen’s white cotton panties. Then the man took his free hand and ran his fingers over the fabric of the underwear. Gently tracing Karen’s vulva with his fingers until they found a wet spot. “Look at that,” the man said smugly while pressing down on the spot. “Getting wet already. You must really want this.”

“Fuck off,” Karen yelled to hide her embarrassment. She could feel her body reacting outside her control. The warmth inside her continued to grow. She tried to block out the thoughts, but it only made them more prominent. Despite her best efforts she could feel her arousal increasing. She tried to blame it all on the man proding her labia, but she knew that wasn’t the whole truth.

“I knew you were a dirty cop,” The man said mockingly as he slid the knife under her shirt. “But I didn’t expect you to be a dirty girl.” Again the man used the knife to cut apart Karen’s clothes. This time bisecting both her bra and her shirt. When the band of the bra was severed her unrestrained tits poped open the tatters of clothing. The man took a moment to admire her athletic body, before leaning down to suck on a tit.

Karen tied to block out the sensation, but it was was no use. The man’s breath on her nipple perked it up as his lips approached. He swirled his tongue around Karen’s areola, stimulating her nipple as it went round and round. The sensation was fule for the fire growing inside her. Karen could feel her breathing begin to deepen, and she she could see a satisfied smirk grow on the face of the man sucking on her breast. Suddenly a spike in sensation caused Karen to let out a gasp. She could feel the man’s teeth pinchin her nipple. The stark contrast to the gentle caresses of his tongue was shock to her system. The man continued to alternate between the soft carress of his tongue and the sharp pinch of his teeth.

Karen could feel herself becoming more and more aroused as the man continued. “Stop,” she demanded. Her voice squeaking as she tried to hide how much she was turned on. “If you stop right now I’ll forget this happened.” The man stopped to look at her, and Karen tried to hide the tremble in her voice. “You had your fun. Let me go now, and I promise nothing will come of this.”

“No,” the man said bluntly, and Karen felt her heart sink. “I don’t think you’ll tell anyone. What’s going to happen to the cop who let herself get captured and molested. It will prove to everyone that you’re not cut out to be a cop. Besides,” the man said as a hand slid down to Karen’s panties and slid them aside. Underneath her pussy was already glistening with grool. “I don’t think you really want to stop.”

“No st-nnnuh” Karen’s plea was interrupted by an uncontrollable moan. Then mans finger slid back and forth along labia, gathering up her slick juices to rub around her clit. While he continued to play with her clit the man went back to sucking on Karen’s tit. The warmth hadr be come a fire inside Karen. A fire that was quickly becoming a raging torrent. Her pleas to stop had devolved into unintelligible moans. A conscious part of her mind was screaming, but it was being drowned in an ocean of sensation. Her body began to move on its own, rocking her hips to match the stroke of the man’s fingers. Each time he reached her clit a wave a sensation cascaded through her body. Something was buildings now, and Karen’s body began to tense up. Unable to hold it back any longer Karen’s back arched and her limbs tightened against their restraints. Her body spasamed uncontrollably as a power orgasm flowed through her.

Karen collapsed back down. Panting and senseless in the afterglow of physical bliss that had just washed over her. Then the soud of rustling clothes beside her dragged her back to reality. “No, no, no,” she pleaded watching the man strip down. She knew what was going to happen next. Karen’s rational mind was panicking, it knew what the man climbing on top of her ment. His hard cock brushed her skin, and she could feel the slimy trail of precum it left behind. She was crying and pleading trying to convince the man, and herself that she didn’t want this. Her body was beginning to reach instinctively despite her protests. Rhythmically, her hips began to rock, trying to coax the man’s cock inside.

“Look at you now,” the man gloated. He took his cock and slid it along Karens labia, coating it her copious juices. “You’re really enjoying this.”

“No,” Karen replied, still trying to convince herself as much as the man. Her cunt was now aching to feel the man’s cock go inside her. It was beginning to drive her mad and sap her will.

“What would everyone think if they knew you were such a slut. You’d never be taken seriously as a cop again.” The man grinned seeing the complex mix of fear and arousal on Karen’s face. “Beg for it now, and this will remain our little secret.”

Karen swallowed. She knew she shouldn’t do as he said, but instinct was taking over. Slowly, as of on its own her head began to nod, “Please,” she said defeated. The tears began to trickle down her cheek as she continued “Please fuck me.”

“Was it really that hard for you to admit you’re a slut,” The man said victoriously. He reached down and adjusted his cock so the tip was gently pushing apart Karen’s labia. Then with a forceful thrust he pushed his dick in balls deep. Karen tried in vain to hold back the moan as she felt the man’s cock filled and stretched her needy pussy. “That’s it,” the man growled in her ear, “moan like the whore you are.”

Karen wanted to argue, but before she could put together a coherent word the man began to thrust. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out, deep and hard made any attemps at speech come out as a slurred moan. Karen could feel another orgasm building. It was taking everything she had left from letting go and succumbing to orgasmic bliss. This was her last attempt at defying the man raping her, and she was determined to keep this one small victory.

Minutes passed, and the man was starting to grunt more with every thrust. He was now alternating between fast and slow thrusts, but all of them pushed deep into Karen’s wet pussy. All the while the man continued to berate Karen, “You’re such a slut… Fuck you’re wet, you must love being my fuck meat… Listen to you, you’re moaning like a cheap whore.”

All Karen could manage as a rebuttal was, “No.” It was all she could say between her paning moans. It had become a montra for her, repeated over and over allowing her to asert the last dreggs of her will. It was the only thing keeping her second orgasm at bay. Then the man said something that ruined her focus.

With a grunt the man announced, “Its about time to cum in your cunt.”

Alarms went off in Karen’s head. “You can’t,” she yelled, “Don’t. I’m not on the pill.” That was all she could manage before her orgasm cascaded through her. She could feel her vaginal walls contracting around her rapist’s cock. Trying to milk the cum out of it. The man let out a deep groan and Karen knew he was about to finish. He pushed in deep and let loose his load. Karen could feel the hot cum flowing into her. It felt amazing having it inside at the height of her orgasm. At the same time she hated herself for how much she was enjoying it. The orgasm rippled through her body leaving her feeling warm and glowing.

Then her rational mind reaseted itself. She realized she had been completely defeated. The shame overwhelmed her and she immediately broke down crying. “Oh no,” she sobbed.

“It’s ok,.” The man said still above her, his cock still inside her. As it spasamed squirting out thr last dreggs of cum the man secured his hold on Karen. “Nobody had to to know you’re a rape slut. It will stay our secret. This and all your other indiscretions. We can just keep this our secret.” A wicked smile crept across the man’s face. “Well this and all our future meetings.”

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