Fuck the Police 2: The Second Offense [MF] [NC] [blkmail] [mdom] [impreg] [reluc] [oral]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/hrom2a/fuck_the_police_str8_mf_nc_blkmail_mdom_preg/)

In the middle of the night outside a small house, Tyler opened the trunk of his car. Inside of which was Officer Karen. She lay there in shock, naked leaking cum. Her tear streaked face wore an expression of resigned horror. Tyler could tell she was still processing what he had just done to her. Her wide eyes looking off into space spoke volumes. She knew she was a damaged thing now, and Tyler knew it too.

Now it was time for him to capitalize on it. He ran his hand down along her body. She felt soft and warm, but there was an athletic firmness to her body too. Karen shuddered at his touch, but she was in no position to refuse Tyler. He already had enough blackmail to keep her compliant, but he had to keep the pressure on. His hand reached her groin, and slid down to caress Karen’s labia. He could feel the wet slimy remnants of the cum he filled her with earlier. Still it was slicker and wetter than he thought it would be from just his cum leaking out. A wickedly lewd smile appeared on his face. “Still wet I see.” He said fingering Karen’s cunt. “Fuck you’re such a slut. If word ever got out…” Tyler trailed off, he knew Karen couldn’t risk being exposed for the rape slut she was. “Well it looks like we’ve made it to your home. Aren’t you going to be a good host, and show me in?”

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.

Immaculate Conception [STR8] [MF] [NC] [PREG] [MDOM]

The church is quiet now. It’s late. The building left open for sinners to come plead for their absolution. That’s not why I’m here though. True I would be concidered a sinner by the standards of the church, but I no longer care. I’m here for you. A pretty little thing that galavants around indulging in sin and vice, then coming here to beg forgiveness only to do it all again.

I’ve been following you for a while, and I was surprised by your two-faced nature. Here you’re such a pious good girl, but out in the world you’re a regular Jezebel. I wonder if you realize the duplicity in your behavior, maybe that’s what makes it so fun. What would your acquaintances here think if they knew how dirty you could be. Maybe after tonight maybe I can shatter your delusions about all of this, and set you free to indulge in hedonistic delights. A wicked smile curls on my lips at the thought.