Fithy dirty cop

He put her in the back of his squad. She didn't try to escape because she knew the doors would be secure but that wasn't the reason why she didn't try and run. The reason was she knew it was better not to run from him because he'd catch her and put her in prison. He prodded her with the club through the cage separating the front from the back. She let out a moan. She fidgetted in the back, she felt so uncomfortable in the small space. "No sir please don't put that up my ass. I'll talk. I do have a car it was that old red one in the corner." She said looking at him. She was starting to get really scared of him again. "What are you going to do to me?" She asked looking into his eyes. Her eyes were full of fear.
 
He did not respond immediately, shining his light on the front of the car to read the plate. With the skill of experience, he entered the plate number into his dash computer, waiting for the results.

Rachel Smith

2723 South Bermont #4

Phone, last known address previous, parent names, but no record.

"Well Rachel Smith, it appears you were telling me the truth, at least you've learned that you can't lie to me." Her last question was good one, he wasn't thining about what he was going to do with her. He would use her, that he knew, but then...?

"You don't want this up your ass?" He brandished the nightstick, "Lubed up, it'll slide in nice and easy, long, but easy. How much you think you can take you little slut? Half a foot? No that's nothing, my cock is that long, how about a whole foot?"

She was squirming, he enjoyed the thought of watching her eyes bulge as he slid the round wooden shaft up her ass.

"Don't worry, I'll open you up with my dick first, it'll make you open enough to take a baseball bat if you want." He chuckles as he saw a tear roll down her cheek.

He pulled out of the parking lot, forgetting his business, intent on his new idea. They would drive by her apartment, she would see that there was nowhere to run, he'd even drop her parents name, her last address (he was almost certain it was with her parents) and see if she responded with more promises. Tad wanted her on his cock again, this time when he wanted to cum down her throat. His cock was nice and hard again and he rubbed at it as he drive to her Bermont address.
 
She was sat quietly in the back. She didn't know what to say and she felt awkward because he was being quiet as well. She guessed he'd be checking her number plate to see if she was telling him the truth. "Well I wouldn't lie. Lying never helps." She said. She wondered why he hadn't answered her last question yet but she wasn't going to ask him again. She knew he'd probably use her but she didn't know what he'd do to her after that.

She was fidgetting a little hearing him talk about putting the nightstick in her ass. She felt a bit scared, she was worried that it would hurt. She kinda liked the idea of having him take her ass but the idea of the nightstick sliding in her ass scared her. She was scared and when she heard him talk about her ass been open enough to take a baseball bat she started to cry a little.

She knew from her number plate he'd know her address, her last address and her parents names. Her last address was a children's care home. Her parents had died years ago. She had no family and she was alone. She knew her parents names but she didn't like to talk about them because it hurt to much. She was wondering about what he was going to do to her and she was scared he'd hurt her.
 
Tad pulled up to her address, the duplex had 6 mailboxes, the building was small and he pegged her for a loner. No roomate, good for him.

"So living alone in a step up from a cardboard box? Not even many neighbors.". Three windows boasted for rent signs. "How much for your hovel away from home? Must make the parents prouder than shit.". He had read deceased on the screen next to both her parent's names. But it was like bamboo under the fingernails to make her squirm this way. She was quiet, alone and noone was really going to look for her. It didn't matter if he dumped her over the bridge when he was finished. Even the landlord wouldn't waste money seeking her out.

"So, why should I keep you around little ass fucker?"
 
She was a loner. She kept to herself. She didn't talk to many people and she was always alone. She knew if anything was ever to happen to her no one would notice. She struggled her whole life with no help and no one to live life with. Her neighborhood was rough but there wasn't many neighbors and she liked that. "Yeah and upgrade from a box, its the only thing I can afford." She said looking at the floor. She was embarrassed about where she lived. "Its thirty dollars a month and I don't have parents." She said tearing up more. She was sad girl who lived life alone. She looked at him tears running down her face. "Please keep me around. I'll do anything for you. I'm a good girl I'll do as you tell me." She said.
 
He wasn't enjoying this any longer, God, now she wanted to stay around? How had this gone wrong for him? Maybe he wasn't feeling sorry for her, but for what he had taken on without really thinking it through.

$30 a month? Christ, he threw away that much food every week. Spent that on food in one night, let alone the booze. He looked back at the area and noticed that there wasn't a light on in the whole building, at 9:00.

"No electric, no heat..." He wasn't asking, just confirming for himself out loud. "Another fucking slumlord taking advantage of people." He was talking about his passenger before he realized it.

"Fuck, fuck me!" His head was hurting, he needed a drink or a good fuck and his new carmate was looking less appealing to him as time wore on. He decided on a drink first.

"Whens the last time you ate my little sphincter?" He thought he knew the answer, but it was time to confirm his suspicions.
 
She nodded her head when he said "No electric, no heat." She knew he was right when he was calling her landlord a slumlord. She knew her landlord took advantage of her making her pay so much but she wouldn't confront her landlord about it ever because she knew she'd be put out on the street.

She was still sobbing but she was trying to stop herself from crying. She was hiding behind her hair. "Um a few days ago." She said looking at him through her hair as she fidgetted with her hair. She felt so awkward. She felt like there was a shift in how things were going. She was wondering what was going to happen and she was scared that he might desert her somewhere.

She went quiet not knowing what to say. She was feeling so confused and had no idea what was going to happen. "What are you going to do to me?" She asked. She had asked before and it had been clear early he was going to fuck her but she felt like he'd seemed to change his mind.
 
If he'd had it to do over again, he might have let her go. But the image of her bobbing on his cock came back to him frequently. She was thin, part of her predicament he assumed, no reason to ask, everything he asked was met with tears.

"Fuck you til you stop crying!" The outburst was uncalled for, but he wanted some quiet time to think. Damn it, what the hell was he thinking anyway. Well, when she was bent over the counter, he was thinking about how tight her ass would be. When he turned her over, he'd been thinking that her tits were small but her nipples were fucking huge under the skimpy top. If she'd had more up top, he'd have titty fucking on him mind as well.

He didn't stop as they passed the home, her last address. Shit, shit shit.... I don't need to take care of this bitch now, do I?

He pulled over to the side of the road, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. Time to let her out, time to call it a night.

"Turn around!" he knew it wouldn't be easy in the cuffs, but he meant to take them off. "You got two choices here, stay or go." He fumbled with the key before pulling off the left cuff. He held it in his hand, leaving the other on.

"Blowjob decides your future, you wanna leave, make it a good one, you wanna stay, it better be brilliant!"
 
She stopped crying when he said he would fuck her till she stop crying. She did want him to fuck her for some reason she didn't understand, it was because she hadn't been with someone in awhile. The last guy she had been with broke her heart but she had got over it by just getting on with her sad life.

He pulled over to the side of the road. She heard him tapping the steering wheel. She wanted out of the cuffs and she wanted to get out of the small space she was in.

She turned around even though she found it hard. "I want to stay sir." She said as he uncuffed her left hand. She didn't know why she wanted to stay but she just did. He left a cuff on her other hand. "I'll give you a brilliant blow job."
 
"We'll see how brilliant you are Rachel, try to impress me!". He fumbled with his zipper, pulled at his belt and unbuttoned his pants.

"Go to work, you got a soft dick and 10 minutes."
 
"I can't get to your cock through this cage." She said looking at him. She had completely stop crying now and was ready to show him how brilliant of a blow job she could give but she couldn't do it through the cage.
 
Tad popped the back door of the squad, she could run, but it would go badly if she tried. He wasn't sure why she was so anxious to give him pleasure - maybe it was better treatment than she had seen in her miserable life.
"You can run, but it won't be pretty if you do..". He opened the door opposite his own in the front, she'd have to come join him.
If this goes badly, you'll be heading back to where we started the night. It'll be my pleasure to watch the gang make you pay them back."
She, rubbed her wrists as she used her door. She was cautious - mindful of a trap.
 
He opened the back door of the squad. She wasn't going to run. She was smart so knew running would put her in jail or with the gang. Men had always treated her badly but the way Tad was treating her was better then most men had treated her. She had been abused and used most of her life. "I won't run." She said getting out of the back of the squad. She rubbed her wrists which were sore. She was wary when she got in the front with him. She got comfortable on the chair and then leaned over to his lap she got his cock out and stroked him before sliding him into her mouth. She sucked softly and slowly at first as she stroked his balls. She wanted to please him so he wouldn't send her to the gang. She was sucking harder as she took more of him in her mouth.
 
She took her time getting into the front seat, tad could feel his impatience building as she final opened the squad's front door. She sat in the seat for a moment, and Tad allowed her a second's composure, no need to rush her now, especially where her teeth were headed.

He could feel the blood thicken his tool as she finally leaned over to handle him. She was not repulsed, seemed actually to enjoy it. There were no porn moans, no that would be too much, but Rachel, his little cocksucker, was indeed trying to please him.

She massaged his balls, cupping them as her mouth played with the first few inches of his prick. She swirled her tongue around the head as she moved slowly up and down. She sensed the need to bring up her tempo, without reminder and Tad started thinking of ways to keep his little whore around.

"You do know how to suck a cock, don't you!". Tad reached along the seat and pulled her closer by hooking his fingers between her cheeks. He roughly massaged her ass and played with the crack of her pussy.
 
She wasn't repulsed by his cock she thought he had a nice big cock. It was the best cock she had ever seen. She wasn't moaning like a porn star because she thought it would be extremely weird. She wanted to please him so much so he'd keep her around. She was enjoying sucking his cock and knew she had to bring up her tempo to keep him happy and interested in her. She was happy when he told her she knew how to suck cock. He pulled her closer to him. She was sucking his cock harder and faster bobbing up and down working his cock. She felt him massage her ass roughly and played with her crack. She pulled up to breath for a minute before pushing her head all the way down. His cock hit the back of her throat. She looked up into his eyes as she sucked on his entire cock.
 
"Damn it to hell." She was getting to him. He sucked in sharply as she moved down the length of his cock. Rachel's eyes looked up to his for approval as his shaft met the back of her throat. His hand pushed her head down as he felt her gag. The pressure she on the head of his cock was cum worthy.

He let her breathe for a moment before sliding her mouth back down the length, pressing on the back of her skull again, the same reflex intensifying his.

"Rachel, you are some little cumsucker. Is that what you want, to suck the cum from my cock?"
 
She nodded her head when he asked her if she wanted to suck the cum from his cock. She wanted to make him cum so bad. She was sucking and licking his cock. He was so big in her tiny but she could manage him for a while before gagging on him. She was able to breath through her nose very easily as she sucked his big cock. She was desperate for his cum. She knew if she made him cum that he'd keep her around longer. She felt like she was kind of securing her future. She was making she didn't get sent to prison or to the gang. She was sucking harder. She closed her eyes letting out a small moan which sounded like a muffle due to the cock fully in her mouth.
 
"Shit" He utter the sound involuntarily as she kept pressure on his hard dick. Whatever troubles this girl had, sucking his cock was definitely not one of them. And that look, eyes up toward his, begging for him to cum, wanting it, if only to keep her from the streets.

"Fuck Rachel, your gonna make me cum if you keep that up." He was true to his word as his right thigh started shaking under her, he knew he couldn't turn back now, couldn't make it last any longer.

Damn, he was going to cum down her pretty little throat, and he would make certain she sucked him dry.

He came in an unexpected burst, coating the back of her throat with a strong spray that caught her off guard. She handled it well, however, recovering from the surprise of massage his shaft and pull he jizz from it. Her tongue was lapping at the ooze of his orgasm long after he had spent what he could on his pleasure. It gave him spasms as she tongued the sensitive skin at the head of his cock.

It was quiet for a moment, even after a soft plop sounded his cock's emergence from her warm wet mouth. She massaged him, long after it was needed, but it prolonged the sensations, muted though they were.

He cleared his throat, unsure what to say, but certain of what to do.

"Rachel, you just earned another day away from that rathole you were living in." He wouldn't tell her it was one of the best he had had, no need to spoil her, but he would give her the satisfaction of a job well done.
 
She had always been a good cock sucker. It just came natural to her. She was a nose breather so it made keeping a cock in her mouth longer a bit more easier for her. She always loved the feeling of cock sliding into her mouth. She did want his cum to keep her off the streets but she also just wanted to make him cum. She heard him say he was going so she upped the tempo. She put her hand on his shaking right thigh as she held her head all the way down his cock sucking hard.

His cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed the load and pulled him out of her mouth and her tongue was circling his cock head. She stroked his length as she licked up his cum like a cum hungry bitch. Her tongue was massaging his cock head softly until she got every last bit of cum off his cock. Once she got every drop she licked her lips which had the taste of him cum on.

She sat back against the chair she was sat on and heard him clear his throat.
She smiled at him when he told her she earned another day out of the rathole where she lived. She was happy she had done a good job and he was satisfied for now. "What are we going to do now?" She asked.
 
"You're a scrawny little cumsucker." He looked her over. Her eyes were bright, but the showed the wear of her living situation.

He pulled the squad out of the parking space and began to drive. Fumbling in his pocket he grabbed a stick of gum, an old habit after giving up smoking. He didn't offer her one, he wanted his taste in her mouth.

"You're going to meet my cock later, a little up close and personal. Time for you to get cleaned up." He drove on with little comment. He was mulling over what was next and couldn't do so the way he wanted with her sitting next to him.

He had a place outside of town, a cabin he used in hunting season. It was rustic, bare and lacked any feeling of home. What it did have was a wood burning stove, a well hand pump and a generator for lights. This was their next stop.
 
She was silent. She was just looking at him. She had been through a lot and it was clear in her eyes that her soul was old. She had battled through life and was strong but weak at the same time. She looked out the window as the squad left the parking space. She was wondering where he was driving too.

She still tasted him in her mouth, she liked the taste. "What do you mean I'll meet your cock up close and personal?" She asked thinking she'd already met his cock personal because she had him in her mouth and she thought that was pretty personal. She had loved having him in her mouth. She wondered where he was going to take her. She was just looking out of the window and being quiet and thinking about what he could have planned for her.
 
He had plans for her, once he recovered enough. Tad wondered if she had really considered what his nightstick could do? Could she really take a full 12 inches of it? What would her thought be of him if he did hurt her?

He shook his head, what the hell did he care? 30 minutes ago he wanted to see how much she could take up the ass, why should he care if he hurt her?

He pulled up the dirt road, he'd have to be careful here. Pulling the radio mic, he spoke briefly and informally to dispatch. He watched Rachel for any sign that she might call out. Her return gaze was eeriely calm, collected. It unnerved him for a moment until a response was received on his radio.

"Alice, I got a call from my cousin Doug," He took in Rachel again, same look, she seemed disinterested in his conversation. "Got a water leak at the cabin, I'm driving by to check it, call me if you need anything."

Alice gave a curt response and the communication was over. He'd have to ask her what was going through her mind, if he ever cared enough to hear the answer.
 
She was wondering if he'd keep her around for a long period or would he use her then get rid of her. She hoped he'd keep her around. Her thoughts went to the nightstick. She wondered if she would be able to take all 12 inches and she also wondered if it's hurt her. She liked a bit of pain. She saw pain and pleasure as similar things. She was felling a bit tired and hungry but she wasn't going to tell him. She was looking out of the window as she played with her hair. She hummed to herself. She turned to look at him as he picked up a radio mic. She was calm and she was staying quiet. She wasn't going to shout for help because she didn't want help. She knew right now being with him was the best choice for her. She wasn't interested in what he was saying into the radio mic she just stared into midair.
 
He didn't invite her in, she would need to learn to anticipate what was expected. When he turned at the door, she was already getting out of the cruiser and taking in the cabin. It was rustic, uncomplicated and exactly the place to be to get away from the rest of the world. It didn't matter if you were hiding or what you were hiding. He watched her walk toward the door and he moved through it ahead of her.

Tad pulled a kerosene lamp out, pumped it a few times, striking a match as he looked around. The room was sparce, a double bed, potbelly stove, a beatup couch, binoculars on a side table and a wall with sink, an open refrigerator and small cabinets. It was evident that he had not been here in months. Next to the stove sat a chest that looked old, but closer inspection would prove it to be a formitable reproduction. It was the first item he inspected. Holding the latern he checked the lock and the hinges. It appeared to be in order.

"You'll love this little chest." He said this with exaggerated sarcasm - either she would or she would not - he would find out soon enough.
 
She followed behind him into the cabin. She was staying quiet just taking in the cabin. It was pretty and it was a back to basics kinda of places which she liked because all she had ever had was basics.

She stood behind him as he looked at the chest she wondered what he had in it. She thought it was either something he could hurt her with or sex toys. She was unsure if he wanted to hurt her or not but she had more of a feeling it was sex toys. "What's in the chest?" She asked in a quiet voice which was close to a whisper.
 
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