Hard Lesson to Learn

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*closed for Wanton & Wet and myself*

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John Smith sat patiently in the seat of the car he had just stolen and waited.

Music blaring he relaxed behind the wheel and watched the mirror as the police cruiser pulled up behind him and a lone figure stepped out.

"Anything wrong Miss...or do I call you Officer?"

John leered at the female figure that leaned forward and shined her flashlight directly into his green eyes before directing it over the cars interior.

"You were doing 80 in a 55 zone, SIR"

The voice was pleasant enough but in a proffesional tone, her eyes quick to see the open bottle of beer pouring it's contents out on the passenger floor board.

"Have you been drinking lately?"

"Not since you started chasing me honey"

Leaning over the door of the car he let his eyes slowly travel up and down the length of the woman before him and slid his sun-glasses up into his curly black hair as he did.

"How about you slide in here and we go get a few drinks...together, huh sweets?"

 

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"Who in the hell are you calling Sweets?" said Patrol Officer Gwen O'Toole.

Gwen was a veteran of the streets, a police officer who took no guff from the cretins she came in contact with on a daily basis. She was somewhat slight of build, but more than able to handle herself. Most of the scum she dealt with were drunk and easy enough to control. And if things got a little out of hand, she relied on her nightstick, or her sidearm. That usually brought even the worst offenders under control.

The street people and other scofflaws on her beat likely took her for an easy mark since she was an attractive, fair-skinned redhead. The tight police uniform could not completely conceal her ample breasts. But Gwen was no pushover.

"OK, get out of the car asshole," she said. "Do you think I'm blind or something? I can see the beer all over the floor and it smells like a brewery. And wipe that shit-faced grin off your face. It makes you look even dumber than you are."

Smith slowly emerged from his car and Gwen guided him to the back and ordered him to put his hands on the trunk. He was belligerent and mocked her.

"Save it jerk," Gwen said, quickly frisking Smith to make sure he wasn't armed. "Now sit down next to the rear wheel there. You'll be sorry if you try anything stupid."

Gwen leaned into the drivers' side door and shined her flashlight around, looking for weapons or more contraband. With her tight ass sticking out as she searched the car, Smith got a crazy idea. Gwen would be sorry she didn't cuff him before she began the search.

 

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John lifted himself from the ground and walked over to stand behind "Officer Gwen" as she inspected the interior of the stolen car.

"Nice ASS, baby"

It was a superb ass, the cheeks firm and high, the legs lean and muscular as they rippled under the tight confines of her suit-pants.

"I bet you look great in a bikini, huh sweet cheeks?"

The remarks brought the desired reaction, the woman tensing and making her buttocks more pronounced as she moved to pull out of the cars interior and John laughed.

"Hold still sweet cheeks I want to take a good look at that ASS"

One hand gripping her neck from behind John shoved the other between the crack of her ass and began to massage it, a furious scream coming from the interior of the car in response.

"How does that feel OFFICER?" He mocked and continued to hold the woman helpless as he violated her. "Do you like it when you're FRISKED?"

 

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"What the hell do you think you're doing asshole," Gwen screamed as John Smith approached her from behind and started rubbing her ass. "Get you filthy hands off of me! Now!"

But Smith didn't relent. Instead he reached for Gwen's throat and pushed her face down on the car seat. He also reached for her ass with his other hand and started rubbing it, pressing deep into her crack.

"How does that feel OFFICER?" He mocked and continued to hold the woman helpless as he violated her. "Do you like it when you're FRISKED?"

"Let me go, you scum," Gwen yelled. "You have no idea what trouble you just got yourself into. Let me go!"

Smith just laughed as he held the redheaded officer down. She may not have noticed, but HE was calling the shots now. She was at his mercy.

"I said let me go," Gwen screamed. "I knew you were drunk and ugly, but I never would have guessed what a stupid fucker you are."

Not only did Smith continue to hold tight to Gwen's neck, his mood suddenly changed at the insults hurled by the vulnerable officer. He was pissed.

 

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John felt the sting from the grating words she tossed at him and fueled it with his own desires...

Turning it into a burning rage to not only POSSESS this woman...but also to PUNISH her for pristine attitude she dared throw at him...

Gripping her hair he gave her what she wanted..."to be let OUT of the car" and YANKED her back violently.

"You are a FOOLISH woman, to dare think you are beyond reproach...to dare believe none would overstep the authority you wear so foppishly and TAKE what they want from you."

One hand lodged in her hair he used the other to rip the leather belt from her waist and toss it inside the stolen car...her body twisting off balance from the rough treatment as he opened his free hand...

And bitch slapped her.

"Before I am through with you I will force an orgasm from you with that night-stick while you hang helpless before me in your own handcuffs."

The words tore her eyes open wide with horror....horror at the thought this wasn't JUST a simple drunk driver...and as his hand lifted for a second punishing blow she screamed...

"I am going to use your body for my pleasure OFFICER Gwen O'Toole...and when I am bored with you...I will brand your body and sell you to the highest bidder."

Each blow was designed to force pain and humiliation into her body as he struck first her face and then her body...just as each word was used to force terror into her mind and soul...

"You are helpless...."

SLAP


"You are weak and pitiful...."


SLAP


"And as of now...."

SLAP....SLAP....SLAP


"You are MINE..."

 

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"Yeeeeeeeoooooowwwwwwww!"

Gwen screamed as Smith grabbed her hair and violently yanked her from the car.

"What the hell do you think you're doing," she said. "Let me go! Now!"

"You are a foolish woman, to dare think you are beyond reproach," Smith said.

Then he slapped Gwen across the face with an open hand.

"Before I am through with you I will force an orgasm from you with that night-stick while you hang helpless before me in your own handcuffs," Smith said. "I am going to use your body for my pleasure Officer Gwen O'Toole . . . and when I am bored with you . . . I will brand your body and sell you to the highest bidder."

"Omigod! Get your hands off me," Gwen screamed as she tried to dodge the pounding blows from Smith. She reached for her patrol belt, but then remembered Smith had tossed it in the car. As she struggled, Smith continued to slap her until her face took on a rosy red glow. She was just about spent. What had been a simple traffic stop was turning into a nightmare.

"OK, listen," she said during a momentary pause in the beating. "Look, just let me go and we can forget the whole thing. I'll drive away and leave you here and we'll pretend this never happened."

But it was clear Smith wasn't in a negotiating mood. In fact, he grinned and leered at her as he continued to beat down her resistance. Gwen decided she had to figure out how to avoid being put in his car. Once he had control of her, who knows what vile acts he was capable of? After all, he already had threatened to hang her by her handcuffs and violate her with her own nightstick. And, hell, he said he would brand her as his property and auction her to the highest bidder! She had only heard rumors of such despicable acts. What other atricities did he have in mind? She didn't want to find out.

Before she was totally helpless, Gwen decided she needed to make one more attempt to escape from this asshole. She brought her knee up and took dead aim at his groin.

 

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The blow was a crushing one and could have been lethal

Perfectly aimed and timed it rocketed towards his groin and landed, the solid smack of it coming to both of thier ears and making John look at the Officer in mock surprise...

It could have been lethal if John was fully human, that is...

"Well done O'Toole"

Grinning John watched her triumphant face fade...then turn to confusion as he gripped her blouse to tear it from her...

"Too bad you don't understand WHO you're dealing with though."

The fabric gave way and brought the female officer forward...directly into the closed fist John brought towards her stomach in a wicked jab.

Dropping her to her knees, choking and gasping for air...

Looking down at the full breasts held in place by the black bra John grinned and laughed, gripping her hair and cruely twisting her head to force her to look upwards at him.

"You have two choices O'Toole. The first being I can continue this LESSON, Right here and NOW, leaving you scars that will turn everyones eyes each and everytime they look at you....

OR

You can strip down to your skivvies and lean over the trunk of my car"

 

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Gwen was shocked that her knee to Smith's groin had no effect on him. She knew she landed it with force, but not only was he not screaming in agony, he was more furious that ever.

She felt her blouse being ripped off just before Smith buried his fist in her stomach. Gwen almost blacked out from the pain, sinking to her knees. Her uniform shirt was in tatters on the ground. With a firm grip on her hair, Smith pulled Gwen's head back until she was forced to look up at him. He was giving her two options.

"You have two choices O'Toole," he said. "The first being I can continue this LESSON, Right here and NOW, leaving you scars that will turn everyones eyes each and everytime they look at you. Or, you can strip down to your skivvies and lean over the trunk of my car"

"Omigod," Gwen thought as she considered her Hobson's choice. "Sliced up or raped. Not exactly what I had in mind when I stopped this asshole."

"Okay, okay, just stop hitting me," Gwen said. "I'll do what you want but please don't hurt me anymore."

Gwen rose warily, and unsteadily as her stomach still churned from the brutal punch. She decided, at least for the time being, that she would comply with Smith's wishes. She kicked off her shoes, pulled off her socks and unbuttoned her pants.

"I hope this is all worth it," she said to Smith.

Gwen let her trousers fall to the ground and stepped out of them. It left her in a black bra and sheer blank panties, standing before a street scum who was leering lewdly at her. Her "skivvies" made for a dramatic contrast to her red hair and pale white skin. She slowly walked to the rear of the car and, facing the trunk, slowly lay down face forward.

"Remember, don't hurt me anymore and I'll do what you want," she said.

 

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"Foolish girl"

John Smith had scooped up the belt she wore and slid the handcuffs out of the pouch as he followed her, and now twisted an arm behind her to snap the first metal bracelet over a wrist.

"I never promised to STOP, only to not give you horrific scars that turned each persons head you met."

Grabbing the second wrist he twisted it, forcing it to the first and fastening it into the cuffs with a satisfied laugh and then warned her with a hissing voice.

"You need to pay CLOSER attention to what someone says to you Miss Gwendolyn O'Toole, failing to do so will only get you deeper and deeper in trouble"

A scream of outrage came at him and again he laughed, seizing a handful of hair and dragging the half nude officer off the trunk of the car to grope her ass and breasts while she stood shaking in bound frustration.


"Before I am through with you I will force an orgasm from you with that night-stick while you hang helpless before me in your own handcuffs....I am going to use your body for my pleasure.... and when I am bored with you . . . I will brand your body and sell you to the highest bidder."

The words echoed through the air as Gwen screamed in frustration and John laughed in gleeful mirth, his hand sliding into the front of her panties to finger her sex.

"Why Officer, is THAT a shaved PUSSY I feel? Such a NAUGHTY thing for an officer of the law to do, don't you think?"

He didn't wait for an answer, instead lifting the nightstick to rap her sharply on the breast and draw another scream from her throat before dragging her back to her own cruiser...chastising her as he forced her into the back seat and climbed into the front.

"If you would have checked the plates of that car, you would have known it was stolen and the owner found badly beaten, maybe THEN you would have approached with more caution"

Tires screaming as he floored the accelerator the car careened off the one in front of it and onto the tar top, John's eyes watching the woman in the backseat bouncing around helplessly as they tore up the road before them.

"Tell me O'Toole, have you ever had a man come in your mouth before?"

 

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Gwen trembled as she hoped for a quick end to her humiliating situation. She was used to being in charge and she had allowed Smith to gain the upper hand. Now her hands were cuffed behind her back leaving totally vulnerable to Smith's rough advances.

She screamed when he yanked her to her feet and felt dirty when he fingered her pussy. He was a hateful man. She had to find a way to escape from this monster. If he did only half the things he threatened to do, she knew she'd be in real trouble.

Gwen knew she was in real trouble when he shoved her forcefully into her own patrol car and drove away, tires screeching as the cruiser veered left and right on a wild ride. With her hands bound behind her back, Gwen was tossed about like a rag doll, unable to protect herself.

Smith continued with more verbal abuse, describing how he intended to use his captive.

"Tell me O'Toole, have you ever had a man come in your mouth before?" he said.

The thought of his cock in her mouth disgusted Gwen and she went over the edge.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!" she wailed as Smith drove on.

 

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Smith laughed and the sound echoed off the stolen cars interior, adding to the bound womans torment and his own growing pleasure.

"Come on O'Toole, we ALL know you police chicks are just begging for DICK, using your authority in place of the COCK you can't ever have."

Taunt after taunt he threw viciously after her, watching her face and eyes as he deliberately bounced the car over the worst of the road.

"How about an electric dong up that tight ass of your honey? I think that would loosen you up REAL good for the main event I have planned."

Time passed pleasantly for Smith, the scenary chancing from urban warehouses to rural fields, his words drawing scream after scream from his guest until he slammed the brakes on and slid to a halt.

"Here we are SLUT"

He announced and filled his hand with her hair, dragging her from the floor boards of the car and out of the sedan.

"Home sweet Home, a little hobby ranch that failed and I've taken over. I'm sure you'll grow to appreciate the modifications I've made in the hundred year old barn, I've even had electricity and running water hooked up, though NOT for you comfort I'm afraid."

His announcement was made as he bodily dragged her through the solid oak doors and dropped her to the red brick floor, bolting them closed and flipping on the lights before turning to pay attention to her.

"Your new home O'Toole, where I'll change your entire attitude about men and life, and IF you live..."

Looking down at the woman who had forced herself to a kneeling position he admired the full breasts cupped in the delicate black bra and grinned lewdly.

"Well lets just say you'll make some lucky man a good whore."

 

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"Now what?" thought Officer Gwen O'Toole as she lay helpless in the back of her own squad car after a madman named Smith careened though back country roads on his way to God knows where.

Since Smith kidnapped Gwen and handcuffed her hands behind her back, she had been petrified, scared for her life. She had underestimated drifter and now it looked like she was going to pay for her mistake. He had already abused her body and fingered her pussy, stripping her of all but a sheer black bra and panties.

When her patrol car finally came to a stop, Smith was on her immediately, grabbing her hair and pulling her roughly from the car. He shoved her into a barn, turned on a light and bolted the heavy oak doors. Still trussed up, Gwen was able to get to her knees on the red brick floor.

"Your new home O'Toole, where I'll change your entire attitude about men and life, and IF you live . . . " he paused. "Well, let's just say you'll make some lucky man a good whore."

"Holy shit," Gwen thought. "This bastard is serious."

She decided to make one last effort to convince him to let her go.

"Listen man, please don't do this," she said. "Let me go and I'll forget everything that's happened. You've had your fun."

Smith just laughed maniacally at the bound officer.

It was then Gwen knew she was screwed.

 

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"First Rule"

Smith gripped the front of the womans bra and lifted her to her full kneeling heighth, his eyes glinting with the evil inside him and the knowledge of what was to come.

"You will only speak to me when I've spoken to you first. When you do, you will address me as Master or Sir, and refer to yourself as " your slut", Is that clear?"

Smith wasn't surprised when O"Toole looked him in the eye and quietly told him...

"Go to HELL"

His free hand lifted upwards and then swung downward in a vicious, open handed slap that connected with the bound womans face and flipped her to the floor.

"Wrong answer slut"

Smith leered at the woman, bending to grip her hair and tug her back to her knees, face a fraction of an inch from hers as he promised her.

"We'll keep this up until you get it right, slut, now repeat the first rule for me and end it with what you are."

"Fuck YOU"

Smith slapped her before she had time to enjoy speaking the epitaph and watched tumble to the unforgiving floor for a second time, then calmly bent over her and pulled her back to her knees.

"I'll be FUCKING you, slut, but not until we get this lesson ground into your head. Now tell me the rule."

Again and again O'Toole spoke her defiance, each time ending up back on her knees to look up at her captor and tormentor...and the hand he lifted to strike her down...to end up back on the floor moaning in pain before being dragged back to a kneeling position and repeating the process all over again...

And facing the untiring hand and face of Smith as he demanded quietly...

"Repeat the RULE, slut, and we can move to your next lesson."

It became quickly evident the choice was up to her. Do what the crazed man wanted...or fight him as he beat her slowly to a bloody pulp...