Third Violation

The next thing she knew she was handcuffed in the back of his squad car. He had confiscated her keys, phone and purse. As he started the engine she asked sullenly, “Aren’t you supposed to read me my rights when I get arrested?”

He just chuckled lowly, “Uh yeah Honey pie, I’ll get right on that.” He chortled again and flipped the radio on to blaring country.

She sat back and took a deep break, thinking how screwed she was. She only hoped that her prior good behavior combined with how little weed she had would make her punishment light. She mostly just didn’t want to this to be on her “permanent record” whatever that is.

The minutes dragged by and Anne lost where they were. After a while all she could think about how much the music sucked. But then, following a particularly terrible Brooks and Dunn number she was surprised to see more woods around than she was used to in her area. *where the hell are we?* She sat forward agitatedly.

Suddenly he took a sharp turn and in a second they were surrounded by woods, definitely off any sort of main road. Anne took immediate stock of her situation and felt her self go cold.

He stopped the car and turned it off in one swift motion. The music died and left only brittle silence. He turned around, his arm stretching and resting on the passenger’s head rest. “Now then young lady it seems you have a choice.”

“Where are we?”

“In the middle of Tiller Park, on a police access only road. Aint no one around for 5 miles in all directions.” He smiled that predatorial smile again.

“What do you want?”

“Ooh, I think you know.” He reached forward to touch her cheek but she jerked out of his reach. She scooted as far over as she could, to the opposite corner and keeping her eyes on him the whole time; tried handle of the car door. It was locked, naturally.

He laughed menacingly. “You aint going nowhere honey.”

She clasped her cuffed hands in her lap and looked down on them, her breath becoming faster as her fear rose.

“Now then, since I am a nice guy, I’m going to give you a choice.” He paused but she did not speak. “We both know I am going to get what I want but this can go one of two ways and its up for you to decide. Choice number one: you fight, I get pissed, you get hit, and I take you hard and fast. I wont even have to gag you, I’ll just let you scream.”

She whimpered and a tear coursed down her cheek.

“Or. Choice number two: you be sweet for me, do what I tell you without fuss, and I’ll be nice and gentle. Even make you feel good. Hell, I’ll even use a condom. How’s that sound?”

She whimpered again and slunk down in the seat, turning her face to the window as her tears fell harder.

“C’mon now, what’s it gunna be honey? I don’t have all day.” She still didn’t answer. Quick as a flash he lunged forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Twisting it viciously he pulled her forward. “Number one it is then—“

She cut him off “No! No! please…please…” she sobbed. He waited. “I’ll…I’ll do what you want.” She said desperately.

He immediately released her hair, then stroked the back of her head lovingly. “There’s a good girl.” He smiled in victory.

He turned in his seat and opened his door. Anne huddled back again, her breath shallow. He got out, slammed his door shut, opened the back and climbed in beside her. He then sat, well at his leisure legs spread wide, arm stretched across the back seat.

“Stop crying.” He commanded harshly. She let out one last loud sob and then struggled to contain herself. It took her a few minutes but by concentrating on her breathing she managed to calm down and breath normally. He just sat and watched her from behind his damned sunglasses. After she had quite down he leaned forward to play with a lock of her hair. “There you go…” he cooed.

Anne sat frozen, focusing on her breath.

“Come closer.”

She scooted a scant few inches over. “No, no, all the way.” He reach around and pulled her to his side. She said rigid, pressed up against him as his arm around her shoulders kept her locked in place.

“Tell me.” He began as he rubbed her shoulder and upper arm. “Are you a virgin, Miss Ramsey?”

She shifted uncomfortably. “No.” It was a whisper, directed at her lap.

“mmm.” She could not tell if he was pleased with her answer.

He grazed his fingertips over her shoulder and up her neck, making her shiver. “And have you ever…sucked a dick before?”

Her eyes closed as she blushed a deep red. “Yes.” His hand began a soft caress of her neck, his thumb playing with the tiny hairs at her nape while his fingers played across the hollow of her throat.

“Good. Then don’t make me tell you twice.” He shifted slightly, pushing his pelvis forward. Anne gulped. She looked up at his face but his mouth was set and his hidden eyes revealed nothing but her own scared reflection.

She nodded numbly and turned more towards him. She reached forward with her cuffed hands and slowly undid his large belt buckle. His breathing remained slow, deep, and even as she pulled down his zipper and pulled his cock out from his grey boxers. It was a large 10 inches, and thick as well. As she knelt her face down to hover over his still sill semi-soft phallus he slid farther down and spread his legs wider, getting more comfortable. His hand now rested heavily between her shoulder blades.

She tentatively kissed the shaft, pulled back for a moment then continued. She licked down to the base then up again, before tacking the head in her mouth. She sucked it lightly, trying to drum up some saliva in her dry mouth. Eventually she did and sunk down, allowing the thick dick deep down into her throat. She pulled back before she gagged and sucked in air. His hand moved up to her head and pushed her down again. “Learn to breath through your nose.” He advised. She took him in again and did as he had instructed. He held her in place, a good 6 inches in her mouth for a few seconds as she focused on breathing through her nose. But even when he eased up on the pressure he kept his hand firmly holding her down. She began to suck and lick him slowly, trying not to think. After a few more minutes and after he had swelled to his full size he grunted, “Don’t forget about my boys, love.”

She obediently held his cock out of the way, letting it rest against her cheek as she sought his balls. She licked at them repeatedly before sucking one of the droopy sacks into her mouth. She mouthed it for a few moments before switching to the other then finally, back to his penis again. He was idly rubbing small circles in her hair as she sucked on the head of his shaft. After a few minutes longer he pulled her up and held her, not cruelly, but firmly, by the back of the head.

His other hand came up and wiped some pre-cum from her glistening lip. Then gently forced the finger into her mouth. She sucked it obediently, her eyes huge as they watching him.

He twisted a lock of hair around his finger dreamily then smiled. “Unbutton your shirt.” She took a shuddering breath before following his directive.

Her fingers trembled as she worked her way slowly down. Then the last button was undone he pushed open her shirt to reveal her beige bra. He fingered the edge of it. “I’ll help you with this” he said as he leaned forward with his other arm to unhook her bra in the back. He pulled the straps down her shoulders and pulled the cups from her breasts. He immediately grabbed them firmly, massaging them, testing their weights. She sat, eyes closed holding her breath. Then she heard a soft clink of metal and looked down to see that he was unlocking her cuffs. She pulled her hands free and rubbed at her bruised wrists. He pulled her shirt and bra off.

“Take off your jeans and underwear.” He commanded.

She obeyed immediately, and after a few awkward moments of shifting around, sat naked on the dark brown leather. He leered in approval, and his cock stood at attention. “Now, climb on board, honey.” He sat up and patted his thighs. Anne fidgeted, covered her breasts for a second, and then did as told. She sat back, as far away from his body as she could, perched on his knees. He pulled her forward by the hips, “Get comfortable.”

She adjusted and finally, giving in, rested her whole weight on him and forced her locked muscles to relax. She had to crouch over as the cab was not tall enough to allow her to sit up straight. After a moment she leaned forward and put her hands on his shoulders to hold her self up. This brought her swinging breast close to his face and he smiled appreciatively.

He leaned back to look into her face. “Now I promised you I would make you feel good, so just you hold on for a bit and enjoy the ride. Ok? Answer me, say: Yes, sir.”

She winced. “Yes sir”

“Good girl.” He started just by rubbing her back. He massaged her shoulders and rubbed in small circles all down her back. Anne felt herself shuddering he hit sore points. He did this until he felt her relax into him and breath more calmly, then he moved to her front and massaged her breasts. He tweaked her nipples until the pebbled and cupped her gently. Her head was bowed over his shoulder, her hair obscuring her face but he could hear her breathing change. With one hand back on her back, rubbing reassuringly, his right hand trailed down her front until it reached her mound, spread open and covered in a soft brown down of curly hair. He held it for a moment before delving a finger into her more private place. “Already a bit wet eh? That’s a good little slut.” He growled in her ear. Her head sunk lower in shame until, as he penetrated her with one of his long fingers, she relented and rested her forehead against his shoulder,

He stroked her, in and out, then flicked his thumb across her clit. She gasped in response. He stroked her deeper then added a second finger. With his other hand he started a concerted attack on her clit, rubbing in a tight fast circle. Soon his fingers were covered in her slickness and she was positively gasping. She could not stop herself when she began gyrating against his hand.

He pushed his cheek against hers and whispered into her ear, “That’s it girl, ride it.” He sped up his tempo and her movements increased in passion until suddenly he felt her clench down upon his fingers as she held her self taught as a bow string. She held her breath and grit her teeth as the orgasm rocked her. He held still, waiting for the moment when her muscles currently holding his fingers deep within her, would relax. The second the did he pulled his hand out, lifted her up and in one swift motion, set her down hard upon his cock. She screamed and threw her head back. He grabbed her hips and began to pound into her. She cried out each time he impaled her, stretching her to the max. Then his thumb was back on her clit, rubbing furiously and the pain was turned to pleasure.

His mouth was a grim thin line as he fucked her harder and harder. He brought her to a second shuddering orgasm and without thinking she held him hard, hands clenching his shoulders, face buried in the nape of neck, thighs squeezing his hips as she rode out the wave of pleasure. He pounded into her a few more times before burying himself to the hilt and pumping his seed into her. As he reached his own climax he bit hard into her shoulder, drawing blood and causing her to scream. She jerked but he held her so tight and close to his body that she could not move, just clutch to his uniform.

“Your promised…” she cried softly, tears welling up as she felt his hot seed within her. “You promised not to hurt me…and to wear a condom.”

“Harumph.” He shrugged casually as he pulled his flaccid dick out of her sopping pussy, but continued to hold her hips on his lap. “It seems I lied. But as you did come twice, I think I’ve held up my end of the bargain so far.”

She began to cry again and he just sat back and rested his head against the seat. “Now none of that, honey pie. We are just getting started…”

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to be continued?? tell me if you like it.