18-03-2023, 10:58 PM
I'm a security officer officer, and I have to do some pretty crazy things to prove I'm a good cop. One of those things – she lowers her voice and looks around before speaking again – "is having sex with a suspect."
"A suspect?" a voice asks from behind her, and she turns to see Sergeant Ayuyen striding towards her with purpose. "Yes, a suspect," she repeats, and slides her hands into her pockets so her palms are facing up.
"But he's innocent," the Sergeant insists, and she nods her agreement even though she knows it isn't true. "You have to prove he's guilty before you can arrest him. That's the law. You have to do anything necessary to accomplish your mission."
She nods again, but inside she's screaming, 'No! It's not necessary! The thought of having sex with this man makes her want to puke, but she swallows her disgust and focuses on her job. "How do you know he s innocent? What if he s doing this for some sick, perverted pleasure?"
"I don't know," she replies honestly. "But I do know that if I want to be a cop, I have to play by the rules. And the rules say I have to have sex with this man if I want to catch him red-handed.I don't want to catch him red-handed. I don't want to have sex with him!" she snaps, and then regrets it immediately as Sergeant Ayuyen stops in front of her and stares her down. His face is stern, and his jaw is so tight he could pulverize diamonds between his teeth.She can feel her cheeks burning from embarrassment, and she wonders what kind of sick pervert would want to have sex with a cop. The kind that gets off on power, control, and doing things his way,' she thinks, and shudders.He's an ugly, vicious man, and she doesn't want to give him what he wants, even if it is her body. She tries to think of something else, anything else, and her mind slides back into the gutter. His hands are large and calloused, and he smells like he spends a lot of time in the gym.He doesn't look like your typical security officer officer either. He's broad shouldered and strong, and he wears his dark hair long, which adds to his intimidating appearance. Even his eyes are dark, and they take up a lot of space in his face, leaving little room for anything else. "Do you need help getting ready, Miss Johnsan?" he asks, and she nods her head, but she doesn't want his help. She doesn't need anyone's help. Not that she would ask for it anyway. Being a cop means you have to be independent, and she is. It means you have to face your fears, and she does that every day.It means you have to be brave, and she is."
"I'm ready," she replies, and pulls her badge out of her pocket so it shines in his face. "Let’s do this, Sergeant."
They walk down the hall towards the room where they have the suspect with whom she needs to have sex.As they approach, she can feel her heart thump against her chest, and her palms get sweaty. What will happen in there? she wonders, and it makes her blood pump faster. She needs to know. She needs to be prepared.She needs to know what to expect. She needs to be ready.
In spite of everything, she smiles when she sees the door open because she knows exactly what happens in there. She sees Jamal sitting there in orange prison clothes.He doesn't look at her when she walks in, and she doesn't look at him either. She knows what he is going to do. He is going to ask her if she is ready to go down on him, and she is going to say yes. She is going to pretend she is enjoying it, even though she isn't.She is going to do this for her job, for her career, and for her family.
"Ready to go down on me, Missy ?" Jamal asks in a gruff voice, and she nods her head as she approaches him. "I heard you like it rough, so I brought some handcuffs to play with.You can use them on me if you want."
"No, thank you," she replies, and takes them from his hand, but she doesn t put them on him. "I appreciate the offer, but I don't need to play with you to catch you. I have enough evidence without that."
Jamal stares at her for a second longer than is comfortable, and she can feel her face flush. Oh, shit,' she thinks, and walks away before he can say anything to make her even more uncomfortable. She stops in front of Sargent Ayuyen, who is watching her intently from behind his desk.He doesn't say anything, and she doesn't know what to say either. This is awkward, I don t know what to say, so I will just say what everyone is thinking.I don't want to have sex with this man, but I have to do it for my job. I have to do it for my family.
She walks back in, closes the door and starts talking to Jamal
"If you want to have sex with me in order to provide evidence against drug dealers, then go on, you are free to do whatever you want with me."She doesn't know what to do with her hands, so she leaves them at her sides. I am naked under this uniform, and I have no way of covering myself up. My breasts are out of my shirt, and my skirt is up a little, so anyone can see what I am doing if they want to.I don't want them to.
Jamal says "I didn't say anything about having sex with you, Missy. But known as you said, I am going to do whatever I wanted with you. That means I am going to handcuff you to this bed, and I am going to lube your ass so I can fuck you properly officer Sarah Johnsan. Sound good?\"
She nods her head, but she doesn't really respond. This is what she has been trained for.
Jamal starts approaching towards her.He removes her uniform, and she is left in just in her bra and panties. Fuck, this is, I don't want to do this' she thinks, and feels goosebumps all over her skin. She is not turned on, but she is scared shitless at the same time.This is wrong, but I have to do it for my job. I have to do it for my family. Fuck, please God, let this be worth it.'Please let this man cum quickly so I won't have to endure any further torture. Please! Chapter 2
The handcuffs feel cool against her skin, and she shudders a little. They are new, and slick with lubricant.The bed is soft, inviting...and warm. And she is tied to it. Her wrists are cuffed together, and her ankles are bound byHer mouth goes dry, and her throat constricts as thoughts of being violated by this monster run through her brain. His large dark penis pushes into her mouth, and she gags on her spit as he rammed it down her throat for a moment. It is big enough that it banged against the back of her throat, and she can feel it vibrating against her gag reflex.God, I hope these cuffs aren't too tight. The last thing I need right now is another reason to cry. She struggles a little, but it is no use. He is too strong, and she is too weak. Even if she could escape, what would she do?Run off somewhere? Find someone else willing to take part in this sick game? No, this is my life. This is what I do. I am a security officer officer, and this is how I catch criminals. By forcing them to have sex with me. It is sick, but it is effective.So far, every one I arrested admitted their guilt because they knew deep down inside they were guilty. Some went willingly, others did not. They all said the same thing when they were brought in for questioning. I am sorry, I know I should have called you first, but I was in a hurry.You understand, don't you? What kind of bullshit answer is that? Guilty fucking bastards.
She's lost in such thoughts when his dicks fills up her mouth again.She tries fighting it, trying to move her tongue around while keeping some space between his giant heads, but it isn't working. Fuck, this is going to be impossible if you keep doing this. I can barely move my tongue around this thing, much less move my hips to meet his thrusts.If I try hard enough, maybe I'll get some movement out of my jaw though. Shit, I'm trying everything here, but nothing works. He pulls out of her mouth, and she gasps at the loss of his cock there. Then he forces her to take it in her mouth again, and this time he uses his hand to move her head along with it.It helps a bit, but still nothing compared to him using his own body to push himself deeper into her mouth.Fuck, this might work if we re in a car, but not in this bed. Not with these handcuffs on me. I can barely move my hands to my breasts, let alone my hips which are cuffed to the bed as well.This might be worth a shot though.She can feel his dick move in and out of her mouth, and she can feel her own saliva creating a lubricant that helps make it easier for him to fuck her mouth. Maybe if she could make him cum in her mouth, this could all be over and she could finally arrest him.She tries so hard to make this work, but her efforts are in vain. Come on, baby, suck my dick. Suck it good for me, and I might let you go.'He slaps her face, and she can feel her cheeks getting red from all the effort she is putting into trying to satisfy him. You want a blowjob, slut?" he asks with a grin on his face. "Well, I can give you one, but I'm going to need you to move your ass off this bed so I can fuck you properly.Otherwise, I'm just going to have to fuck you in your pretty little mouth, and that ain't gonna happen."
She wants to say yes', but she can't. She can't give him what he wants, and she knows he is going to take what he wants anyway. He is bigger, stronger, and there is nothing she can do about it.She can only pray that this is going to be over soon, and she can go home. So instead, she nods her head, and slowly, painfully, moves off the bed. As she does so, he pulls the cuffs off her legs, and her feet touch the floor. She takes a deep breath, and with her eyes closed, she feels his hand slowly caressing her smooth, blonde hair.She sighs, and her toes curl, and her eyes water as she waits for what is to come. He pulls her close to him, and she can feel his hot breath on her face as he teases her with little kisses.
"I M GONNA FUCK YOU, SARAH," he breathes in her ear. "I'M GONNA FUCK YOU GOOD, BITCH.
I'M GONNA FUCK YOU REAL GOOD, AND WHEN I'M DONE FUCKING YOU, I'M GONNA FUCKING BLOW YOU, BITCH."
She groans, she can see his monstrous dick hanging, and she closes her eyes in anticipation.
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"A suspect?" a voice asks from behind her, and she turns to see Sergeant Ayuyen striding towards her with purpose. "Yes, a suspect," she repeats, and slides her hands into her pockets so her palms are facing up.
"But he's innocent," the Sergeant insists, and she nods her agreement even though she knows it isn't true. "You have to prove he's guilty before you can arrest him. That's the law. You have to do anything necessary to accomplish your mission."
She nods again, but inside she's screaming, 'No! It's not necessary! The thought of having sex with this man makes her want to puke, but she swallows her disgust and focuses on her job. "How do you know he s innocent? What if he s doing this for some sick, perverted pleasure?"
"I don't know," she replies honestly. "But I do know that if I want to be a cop, I have to play by the rules. And the rules say I have to have sex with this man if I want to catch him red-handed.I don't want to catch him red-handed. I don't want to have sex with him!" she snaps, and then regrets it immediately as Sergeant Ayuyen stops in front of her and stares her down. His face is stern, and his jaw is so tight he could pulverize diamonds between his teeth.She can feel her cheeks burning from embarrassment, and she wonders what kind of sick pervert would want to have sex with a cop. The kind that gets off on power, control, and doing things his way,' she thinks, and shudders.He's an ugly, vicious man, and she doesn't want to give him what he wants, even if it is her body. She tries to think of something else, anything else, and her mind slides back into the gutter. His hands are large and calloused, and he smells like he spends a lot of time in the gym.He doesn't look like your typical security officer officer either. He's broad shouldered and strong, and he wears his dark hair long, which adds to his intimidating appearance. Even his eyes are dark, and they take up a lot of space in his face, leaving little room for anything else. "Do you need help getting ready, Miss Johnsan?" he asks, and she nods her head, but she doesn't want his help. She doesn't need anyone's help. Not that she would ask for it anyway. Being a cop means you have to be independent, and she is. It means you have to face your fears, and she does that every day.It means you have to be brave, and she is."
"I'm ready," she replies, and pulls her badge out of her pocket so it shines in his face. "Let’s do this, Sergeant."
They walk down the hall towards the room where they have the suspect with whom she needs to have sex.As they approach, she can feel her heart thump against her chest, and her palms get sweaty. What will happen in there? she wonders, and it makes her blood pump faster. She needs to know. She needs to be prepared.She needs to know what to expect. She needs to be ready.
In spite of everything, she smiles when she sees the door open because she knows exactly what happens in there. She sees Jamal sitting there in orange prison clothes.He doesn't look at her when she walks in, and she doesn't look at him either. She knows what he is going to do. He is going to ask her if she is ready to go down on him, and she is going to say yes. She is going to pretend she is enjoying it, even though she isn't.She is going to do this for her job, for her career, and for her family.
"Ready to go down on me, Missy ?" Jamal asks in a gruff voice, and she nods her head as she approaches him. "I heard you like it rough, so I brought some handcuffs to play with.You can use them on me if you want."
"No, thank you," she replies, and takes them from his hand, but she doesn t put them on him. "I appreciate the offer, but I don't need to play with you to catch you. I have enough evidence without that."
Jamal stares at her for a second longer than is comfortable, and she can feel her face flush. Oh, shit,' she thinks, and walks away before he can say anything to make her even more uncomfortable. She stops in front of Sargent Ayuyen, who is watching her intently from behind his desk.He doesn't say anything, and she doesn't know what to say either. This is awkward, I don t know what to say, so I will just say what everyone is thinking.I don't want to have sex with this man, but I have to do it for my job. I have to do it for my family.
She walks back in, closes the door and starts talking to Jamal
"If you want to have sex with me in order to provide evidence against drug dealers, then go on, you are free to do whatever you want with me."She doesn't know what to do with her hands, so she leaves them at her sides. I am naked under this uniform, and I have no way of covering myself up. My breasts are out of my shirt, and my skirt is up a little, so anyone can see what I am doing if they want to.I don't want them to.
Jamal says "I didn't say anything about having sex with you, Missy. But known as you said, I am going to do whatever I wanted with you. That means I am going to handcuff you to this bed, and I am going to lube your ass so I can fuck you properly officer Sarah Johnsan. Sound good?\"
She nods her head, but she doesn't really respond. This is what she has been trained for.
Jamal starts approaching towards her.He removes her uniform, and she is left in just in her bra and panties. Fuck, this is, I don't want to do this' she thinks, and feels goosebumps all over her skin. She is not turned on, but she is scared shitless at the same time.This is wrong, but I have to do it for my job. I have to do it for my family. Fuck, please God, let this be worth it.'Please let this man cum quickly so I won't have to endure any further torture. Please! Chapter 2
The handcuffs feel cool against her skin, and she shudders a little. They are new, and slick with lubricant.The bed is soft, inviting...and warm. And she is tied to it. Her wrists are cuffed together, and her ankles are bound byHer mouth goes dry, and her throat constricts as thoughts of being violated by this monster run through her brain. His large dark penis pushes into her mouth, and she gags on her spit as he rammed it down her throat for a moment. It is big enough that it banged against the back of her throat, and she can feel it vibrating against her gag reflex.God, I hope these cuffs aren't too tight. The last thing I need right now is another reason to cry. She struggles a little, but it is no use. He is too strong, and she is too weak. Even if she could escape, what would she do?Run off somewhere? Find someone else willing to take part in this sick game? No, this is my life. This is what I do. I am a security officer officer, and this is how I catch criminals. By forcing them to have sex with me. It is sick, but it is effective.So far, every one I arrested admitted their guilt because they knew deep down inside they were guilty. Some went willingly, others did not. They all said the same thing when they were brought in for questioning. I am sorry, I know I should have called you first, but I was in a hurry.You understand, don't you? What kind of bullshit answer is that? Guilty fucking bastards.
She's lost in such thoughts when his dicks fills up her mouth again.She tries fighting it, trying to move her tongue around while keeping some space between his giant heads, but it isn't working. Fuck, this is going to be impossible if you keep doing this. I can barely move my tongue around this thing, much less move my hips to meet his thrusts.If I try hard enough, maybe I'll get some movement out of my jaw though. Shit, I'm trying everything here, but nothing works. He pulls out of her mouth, and she gasps at the loss of his cock there. Then he forces her to take it in her mouth again, and this time he uses his hand to move her head along with it.It helps a bit, but still nothing compared to him using his own body to push himself deeper into her mouth.Fuck, this might work if we re in a car, but not in this bed. Not with these handcuffs on me. I can barely move my hands to my breasts, let alone my hips which are cuffed to the bed as well.This might be worth a shot though.She can feel his dick move in and out of her mouth, and she can feel her own saliva creating a lubricant that helps make it easier for him to fuck her mouth. Maybe if she could make him cum in her mouth, this could all be over and she could finally arrest him.She tries so hard to make this work, but her efforts are in vain. Come on, baby, suck my dick. Suck it good for me, and I might let you go.'He slaps her face, and she can feel her cheeks getting red from all the effort she is putting into trying to satisfy him. You want a blowjob, slut?" he asks with a grin on his face. "Well, I can give you one, but I'm going to need you to move your ass off this bed so I can fuck you properly.Otherwise, I'm just going to have to fuck you in your pretty little mouth, and that ain't gonna happen."
She wants to say yes', but she can't. She can't give him what he wants, and she knows he is going to take what he wants anyway. He is bigger, stronger, and there is nothing she can do about it.She can only pray that this is going to be over soon, and she can go home. So instead, she nods her head, and slowly, painfully, moves off the bed. As she does so, he pulls the cuffs off her legs, and her feet touch the floor. She takes a deep breath, and with her eyes closed, she feels his hand slowly caressing her smooth, blonde hair.She sighs, and her toes curl, and her eyes water as she waits for what is to come. He pulls her close to him, and she can feel his hot breath on her face as he teases her with little kisses.
"I M GONNA FUCK YOU, SARAH," he breathes in her ear. "I'M GONNA FUCK YOU GOOD, BITCH.
I'M GONNA FUCK YOU REAL GOOD, AND WHEN I'M DONE FUCKING YOU, I'M GONNA FUCKING BLOW YOU, BITCH."
She groans, she can see his monstrous dick hanging, and she closes her eyes in anticipation.
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