Author's note: This story contains extreme sexual situations, including abduction, non-consensual sexual encounters, and pegging. If these subjects offend you, proceed no further.

Chapter 2

Fallon heard footsteps approach from behind her prone body. The impact of the footwear on the pavement was both harder and louder than she considered appropriate for a woman's gait. She must be wearing boots.

The footsteps stopped just inches from her body. Fallon felt a hand clutching her hair and yanking her face off the dirty pavement. She twisted her head in an attempt to see her captor, but the woman's face was outside Fallon's line of sight.

"I don't need to search you," the woman said, "there's nowhere for you to hide anything."

The woman grabbed Fallon's left wrist and snapped a Plasticuff on it. She took Fallon's cell phone and stuffed it into her pocket. She then grabbed the right wrist and repeated the procedure. Fallon was laying face down on the pavement, her hands bound behind her back, while contemplating the fact that her bachelorette party was passing without her. A tear seeped out of her eye and dripped onto the blacktop.

"Please?" she pleaded. "I didn't do anything."

"I am advising you not to say another word until I've read you your rights. But first..."

Bill jumped to his feet and took off running down the alley. Hindered by his partially undone pants, he managed to cover five yards before the officer reached across her body, drew her bulky weapon, and marked her target with a red dot. She paused for a second and then fired. Two metal barbs struck Bill in the lower back. The sound of electricity crackling through two wires pierced the darkness. Bill went down to the pavement face first with the barbs still implanted in his lower back. For several seconds they continued to deliver an electrical charge to his torso. Bill's body twitched as the muscles in his back contracted. He tried to stand up, but his body would not cooperate. After several seconds he stopped struggling and collapsed to the ground in a quivering heap.

"Do I need to warn you?" the officer snarled in Fallon's direction. "Or did you learn something from your boyfriend's mistake?"

"I won't move," Fallon sobbed. "I promise."

The officer stood up and walked over to where Bill lay twitching. She removed the cartridge from the front of the electronic control device and pushed the exposed tip against Bill's rib cage.

"I almost never get a chance to use this thing," she said. "Stand up slowly. Put your hands on top of your head. Don't do anything stupid, or I'll discharge 50,000 volts directly into your kidney."

Bill staggered to his feet. He put his hands on top of his head, and then leaned into the wall when his legs began to wobble.

The officer started at his neck, and then patted his shoulders, chest, arms, waist, and back. She felt his front pockets and then his back pockets. She reached around and found his flaccid cock hanging out of his open fly.

"I'm putting your cock back into your pants. Make sure it stays there."

She continued patting down his legs until she reached his ankles. She then stood up, grabbed his wrists, twisted them behind his back, and snapped the Plasticuffs into place. She pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, looked at his driver's license, and then stuffed it into her pocket.

"Now let's walk over to the car."

Holding Bill by one arm, she led him to her cruiser. The engine was running, the headlights were shining straight ahead, and a spot light was still targeting the area where Fallon was laying on the ground.

"Listen up. The two of you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided to you free of charge. Do you understand these rights?"

"Yes," Bill answered.

"I do," Fallon sobbed.

The officer opened the rear door of the squad car and pushed Bill inside. She then walked over to Fallon, who was still lying prone on the ground. She grabbed Fallon by her arms and helped her to her feet.

Once Fallon was on her feet, the officer scrunched her nose and glared at Fallon.

"What the fuck? You stink of piss!"

The officer shone her flashlight on Fallon's skirt. It was soaked.

"God dammit, you fucking pissed yourself!"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

"You aren't getting into my car smelling like piss, god dammit. Stupid fucking cunt."

The officer pulled Fallon's skirt to her ankles.

"Step out of it," she commanded.

Fallon complied. She then ripped Fallon's tank top off her body and used it to wipe her down. Once her stomach, thighs, and crotch were sufficiently dry, she threw the tank on the ground.

"Now get your fucking ass in the car, and you better not piss again. If you do, I'll use your tongue to clean it up."

The officer shoved Fallon's naked body into the back of the car and closed the door. She removed Fallon's cell phone from her pocket, threw it on the ground, and smashed it with her heel. She took her seat behind the wheel, turned the air conditioning as low as it could go, and then turned the fan to maximum.

"Dispatch, this is Alpha Victor three-seven-nine," she barked into the radio handset.

"Go ahead, Alpha Victor three-seven-nine," the radio answered.

"I've got one male and one female suspect under arrest. The male suspect is named Bill Thornton, thirty-six years of age. The female is a Jane Doe, I'd say probably twenty-five or twenty-six years old. They're each to be charged with one count of public intoxication, drunk and disorderly conduct, lewd and lascivious conduct, indecent exposure, resisting arrest without violence, and resisting arrest with violence. I'm leaving the scene now. I should be at the station in fifteen minutes."

"Negative, Alpha Victor three-seven-nine. We can't handle your suspects. Gang detail did a sweep tonight and we have forty-six perps awaiting processing. The earliest we can get to your suspects is approximately three hours from now."

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do with them? Let them walk?"

"Unless you or the suspects need medical treatment, that's what I recommend. Your choices are to release them, babysit them for the next three hours, or drive them out to Metro-West and process them there."

"That's an hour away. No thank you."

"Then you're releasing them?"

"I guess so. Larson out."

Fallon breathed a sigh of relief.

The officer turned off the spot light, put the car in gear, and drove through the dark alley.

"Hey, where are we going?" Fallon asked. "I thought you said you were letting us go."

"Why would I do that? Am I supposed to forget that I caught you in the process of committing several crimes?"

Naked, shivering, and dizzy, Fallon sobbed in the back seat of the car. She was nauseous and her head was spinning from all the alcohol she consumed in the club. Don't puke. Just don't puke. And don't piss.

* * * *

"Has anyone seen Fallon?" Eva asked.

"Yeah, I saw the slut in the ladies room a while back trying to suck tequila out of the end of a dick," Quashondra said. "The bitch is really taking her last night of freedom seriously."

"I'm not kidding, has anyone seen her lately?" Michelle set down her drink and glared at Quashondra. "She's so drunk, she could be passed out in a corner and we wouldn't even know it."

"Relax, ladies, relax," Selena said. "She stopped by here thirty minutes ago. She had two more tasks to complete, and then she's finished. The last one is going to be problematic, so according to my math, she's probably right on schedule."

"Ha, that last one is going to be good," Natalie giggled. "I can't wait to see how she gets a condom full of cum."

"I'm more interested in seeing whom she gets it from," Michelle added.

"You know he'll be gross," Selena said. "She always attracts the desperadoes. The only reason I took her clubbing with me was so she could deflect the losers and chubby chasers, while I went after the hot guys. Worked every time."

"Ryan's pretty hot," Eva interjected.

"Bitch got lucky, that's all I'm saying," Selena answered. "I could have had him too, if you must know. I just wasn't interested."

"Bitch, shut the fuck up," Quashondra scolded. "Ryan can't stand your skinny little ass and he never could. You had about as much chance with him as a hooker at a gay pride convention."

"Fuck off, lard ass. At least my butt doesn't require two seats. How the hell do you go to the bathroom? Do you have to move two toilets side-by-side?"

"Oh hell, bitch, it's on."

Quashondra lunged at Selena, but Eva and Michelle stepped between them.

"Girls! Enough!" Eva shouted. "We're here to have fun, remember?"

"Show us the pictures while we wait for Fallon," Natalie implored. "Let's see what the bride has been up to all night."

* * * *

The police cruiser rolled through an endless labyrinth of alleys, industrial zones, warehouses, and abandoned buildings. Fallon lost track of her location by the second unexpected left turn, and after thirty minutes of riding in the backseat, she had no idea where the dimly lit streets were located. She wasn't even sure if she was still in Miami. She was certain that she was no longer in the entertainment district.

The car stopped in an alley that was closed off at one end. None of the buildings were lit, and there were no street lights. The illumination was provided by the full moon, still partly visible over the buildings on the opposite side of the street.

"Alright, prisoners," officer Larson turned and addressed both backseat occupants, "I've been instructed to hold you for a few hours. We're going to go inside now, and if both of you behave, it's very possible you'll be released before dawn. If either of you misbehave, well, you'll probably spend the rest of the weekend in jail. From this point on, your fate is up to you.

"I'm going to take you inside one at a time. That means both of you are going to be alone for a few minutes. Don't do anything stupid, or I swear you'll regret it. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Bill replied.

"And you?" Officer Larson stared at Fallon.

"Yes," Fallon whimpered.

"Good. Thornton, you're coming out first."

Officer Larson got out of the car, closed the door, and proceeded to walk around to the passenger side rear door. She opened it, grabbed Bill by the collar, and dragged him out of the vehicle. She slammed the door shut, and then herded Bill into the building.

Fallon huddled in the backseat, sobbing and shivering. She was dizzy, cold and scared. Her arms ached as a result of the cuffs securing her wrists behind her back. Her mind was focused on a single thought: She had to get home in time for her wedding.

As she cowered in the back of the car pining for home, a second thought started to push its way through the drunken haze to the forefront of her brain. I have to pee again. Fuck. She'll kill me if I pee in her fucking car. Damn.

Fallon clenched her thighs together and tried to think of anything that reminded her of dry heat. The more she tried not to think about pissing, the more the pressure in her bladder grew. Just when she thought she could no longer hold it, the door opened and Officer Larson grabbed her by the hair.

"Your turn," she said as she dragged Fallon from the vehicle.

"Wait," Fallon cried. "Please."

"Why, so you can run? Where are you going to go, naked and cuffed?"

"No, I won't try to run. I promise. I just have to pee. Can you take me to a bathroom first?"

"Sorry, Jane Doe, the facilities are out of order. If you've got to pee, do it before we go inside."

"Out here? In the street?"

"Exactly."

Fallon tried to resist, but her bladder refused to comply. She looked into Officer Larson's eyes, but found no sympathy there. Resigned to her fate, Fallon squatted next to the car, leaned forward until her head was touching the side of the vehicle, and relaxed her bladder. A flood of hot piss streamed out of her crotch and splashed on the pavement between her feet. She continued to crouch near the cruiser, leaning against it for support. When the flow stopped she tried to stand, but lost her balance and stumbled against the cruiser.

"Help?" she whimpered.

"Get up!" Officer Larson grabbed Fallon by the hair and jerked her to her feet. "Let's go."

The officer guided Fallon to the front of the building. She opened a door and pushed her through the entrance. The darkness inside the building was absolute. Officer Larson led Fallon by the hair, dragging her while maintaining a steady pace. The only sounds to be heard were the footsteps of the two women on the cement floor and the heavy breathing of someone else a short distance ahead. Bill. That has to be Bill.

Fallon couldn't see a thing in the darkness. Nonetheless, Officer Larson led her in a straight line fifty feet into the building. Fallon stumbled in the dark, while the officer walked with long, confident strides. Their footsteps echoed in the dark, cavernous void. How the hell can she see anything? Does she have night vision?

"That's far enough," Officer Larson said. Without releasing her grip on Fallon's hair, the officer spun her around and backed her into a pole. Fallon heard a chain rattling and then felt a tug on her Plasticuffs. She's attached me to a pole. How can she see what she's doing?

"I'll be right back. Don't try to escape. You'll only succeed in pissing me off. Understand?"

"Yes," Bill gasped in a strained voice.

Fallon burst into tears.

"I said, do you understand?" Officer Larson reached for Fallon's breast, pinching a nipple between her thumb and forefinger for emphasis.

"Yes. Please–that hurts. Where could I go?"

"Exactly. Where could you go?"

Fallon heard the officer's footsteps growing more distant as she walked away. She heard a door opening on squeaky hinges, and then heard it slam shut. Fallon leaned against the pole and sobbed.

A minute later, she heard the sound of a small gasoline engine starting up. It was impossible to judge the distance, but it did not sound very close. This building must be huge. A minute later she heard a click, and then a single overhead light bulb switched on. The bulb was hanging twenty feet above the floor, and provided just enough light to illuminate a twenty-foot diameter circle.

Fallon blinked several times as her eyes adjusted to the light. Once she was able to focus, she saw Bill lying on the floor. His arms were extended over his head and attached to a pole planted in the floor and disappearing into the darkness overhead. His feet were also bound, and were anchored to a heavy metal desk.

"Bill," Fallon whispered. "Are you OK?"

"I'm alive. She hit me with her stick a few times, but I'm alright. I don't think anything is broken."

"Where are we?"

"I have no idea. Some warehouse district, but I don't know if we're still in Miami, Hialeah, Medley, or maybe even Ft. Lauderdale. I know we crossed the causeway and left the Beach. After that, I lost track. We turned and looped around so many times, I got confused."

"Fuck. I have to get home. I'm getting married tomorrow."

"I'm sorry about all this. If I can get you free, just run and don't look back."

"What about you?"

"I can take care of myself. She's shocked me and beat me already. What more can she do?"

"She could put a bullet in you."

* * * *

"It's been another thirty minutes, and I don't see her anywhere," Eva complained.

"I already tried calling her, but it went straight to voice mail," added Michelle.

"Maybe she went home already," suggested Natalie.

"I hope not," Eva responded. "She was way too drunk to drive."

"She's probably fucking some guy in the parking lot," Selena sneered. "I knew that slut would try to ride one last cock before she tied the knot. Eva, go check her car."

"And if you find her on a dick, take plenty of pictures," Quashondra added.

* * * *

Fallon heard Officer Larson's heels pounding against the hard floor from at least fifty feet away. She couldn't see her in the inky darkness, but Fallon knew she was approaching. Fallon's jaw dropped when the officer stepped into the pool of light.

Officer Larson had changed out of her uniform, and returned wearing only a tactical police vest over a black t-shirt, black leather gloves, black knee-high boots, black leather panties, and her weapon belt. Her nightstick, handgun, and electronic control device completed the outfit. Her red hair was pulled back in a tight pony-tail. Her blue eyes glistened in the dim light, and her pale skin stood in stark contrast to the all-black attire.

"Who wants to go first?" she asked.

Fallon sniffled, but said nothing. She prayed that Bill would volunteer. He remained both silent and motionless.

"Nobody wants to be the first to entertain me?" She looked first to Fallon, then at Bill, and then back to Fallon.

"Honey, you and I have some unfinished business. I'm afraid I neglected to search you before placing you under arrest."

She stepped toward Fallon, took off one glove, and used it to slap Fallon in the face. Fallon recoiled from the blow, uncertain of what she did to warrant the abuse.

"Before I get started, why don't you tell me what you're concealing? What am I going to find? Drugs? Cocaine? Crack? Ecstasy? Meth? What are you hiding from me?"

"N-n-nothing," Fallon stammered. "I'm not hiding anything."

Officer Larson slipped her hands through Fallon's hair, massaging her scalp and caressing the back of her neck. She stood with her face just inches from Fallon's. Their noses were almost touching. Their mouths were level, separated by the length of their tongues.

Fallon could taste the officer's breath when she spoke. Minty.

"This is your last chance."

Fallon stared into her eyes, pleading. "I don't have anything. I swear."

Officer Larson reached up with both hands and cupped Fallon's breasts. She slid her hands over, around and underneath Fallon's hanging globes. Fallon gasped as she realized that her already excited nipples were standing at full attention.

The officer also noticed them. With one finger of each hand she flicked the nipples back and forth. Fallon felt them becoming even more rigid in response to the officer's touch. Despite her fear, she also felt a familiar, tingling sensation traveling from her nipples to her clit. The feeling intensified as she tried to focus on the unique sensations stimulating each fleshy nub. A naked finger teased the left nipple, while a gloved hand attended to the right nipple. The feelings were similar, yet different in a way that her foggy mind could not describe.

And then both sensations were gone. Officer Larson released her nipples and resumed her exploration of Fallon's body. Her two hands probed and squeezed Fallon's back, rib cage, sides, and abdomen. By the time they reached her hips, Fallon was squirming beneath her fingers. Officer Larson took another step toward Fallon; their mouths were nearly touching. Fallon's nipples were pressing into the rough surface of the tactical vest, while she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Officer Larson was breathing directly into her mouth. What is this bitch doing? She's driving me crazy.

Without lessening her grip on Fallon's hips, Officer Larson sank to one knee in front of her. She slid her hands around Fallon's hips and grabbed a handful of butt cheek in each palm. She pulled the younger woman's cheeks apart, and then slid her hands to the back of Fallon's thighs. Officer Larson circled her hands around Fallon's right thigh and squeezed. She explored every inch of flesh as her hands slid toward the knee, and then to the ankle. She finished the right leg, and then repeated the process with the left.
When she was done, Officer Larson stood up and leaned into Fallon. She placed her mouth within inches of Fallon's ear and whispered. "I'm almost finished."

Fallon sighed. She took note of her own arousal, which was becoming a new source of frustration. Her response to the officer's ministrations was shocking, but she was helpless to do anything about it.

Officer Larson cupped Fallon's bald crotch with her naked hand. She rubbed up and down the slit, spreading the copious moisture along the lips and mound. At first Fallon was embarrassed when she noticed the scent of her pussy wafting from below, but became aroused as the odor invaded her nostrils. The officer stopped rubbing just long enough to slip two slender fingers into Fallon's steaming cunt. She fingered her with two digits for several seconds, and then added a third. Fallon gasped as she felt an orgasm approaching.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "That's..."

Officer Larson removed her fingers. Fallon groaned.

"Why?"

"Did you really think I was going to let you climax? We're not here for me to entertain you, honey. I'm afraid you've got the wrong idea about how the criminal justice system works."

"Please," Fallon pleaded. "I'll do whatever you say."

"I'm not worried about that. You've already guaranteed your cooperation. Now, let's finish searching you for contraband. I have a constitutional right, you know."

The officer slipped her glove hand between Fallon's legs. She moved it back and forth, collecting moisture on the tip of her index finger. She slid the finger to Fallon's anus and pushed. The finger slid in after some initial resistance.

"Ungh! There's nothing in there!"

"I know, but regulations say I have to check. Are you objecting?"

"No," Fallon moaned.

Officer Larson removed her hand, wiped her glove on Fallon's thigh, and then walked over to Bill. She stood next to his horizontal form, looked down, and smiled. Without warning she delivered a vicious kick to Bill's ribs.

"Umpf," he groaned.

"I'm bored. Time to entertain me."

* * * *

"Her car is still here, but she isn't in it," Eva announced. "Now what?"

"Q–check the bathrooms again," Selena ordered. "Eva, you and Michelle walk around the parking lot and check the other cars. Natalie, go with them. The rest of you might as well go home and get some rest. We'll take care of our lovely bride-to-be."

"Are you sure?" one of the ladies asked. "We could help look for her."

"Don't worry. I'm sure she's puking up her guts somewhere in the club. We'll find her."

"You know, it's only two a.m.," another lady added. "It's kind of early to knock off."

"Party's over. We're just going to clean up the mess and head home. Good night, and see you tomorrow afternoon."

* * * *

The officer reached for the nightstick attached to the front of her vest. She pulled it out, stepped over Bill's torso, and squatted over his chest. She jammed the tip of the black club under his chin, pushing his head backward against the floor.

"Are you ready, tough guy?"

She straightened her legs, but remained bent at the waist. She ran the tip of the club down Bill's chest, pausing for a second to push the end of the club into his groin. She then traced it along the inside of his thighs, pausing again to rap it against his knees.

"Before we get started, let me tell you the rules. Rule one, you do exactly as I say. Rule two–well, let's just say that you don't want to find out about rule two. Rule two comes into play if there is a violation of rule one. Believe me when I tell you that it's in your best interest not to find out about rule two.

"Pretty boy, I'm going to need to remove your clothes. Don't move, and I promise you won't get hurt."

Officer Larson bent over and grabbed the collar of Bill's shirt with both hands. She pulled it apart in opposite directions, sending buttons skidding across the floor. She pulled Bill's belt from the loops and tossed it aside. She then reached into her tactical vest and removed a folded knife. Standing over Bill, she opened the four-inch blade and locked it into position.

Fallon's mind was lost in a fog, but she snapped back to reality and gasped when she heard the knife blade click into place. She resumed sobbing, despite trying so hard to contain her tears.

"Don't hurt him!" Fallon cried. "Please!"

"Rule number three," Officer Larson said through clinched teeth, "don't speak unless commanded to do so."

Fallon bit her tongue until she tasted blood. The blood served as a reminder to remain silent.

Starting at Bill's ankles, Officer Larson cut into his left pant leg. She sliced the pant leg open all the way to the belt line. She then repeated the procedure on the other side. When she was finished slicing, she pulled the crotch down. The pants fell away, leaving Bill in only his underwear.

She folded the knife and put it back into her vest. She removed the electronic control device from her belt and pressed the two prongs against Bill's neck. Bill lay motionless, his eyes shut tight and his jaw clenched. The officer spit in his face. Bill's eyes popped open, but he held his tongue.

Fallon tugged on her restraints, but they refused to yield. She bowed her head and whimpered.

Officer Larson dragged the tips of the electronic control device down Bill's neck and across his chest. She stopped when the tips were directly over his heart.

"I've always wondered what would happen if I stunned a perp right over his heart muscle. Would his chest jump, like it does with a defibrillator? Would his heart beat faster? Or would it just stop beating? I love science–don't you? Isn't your mind curious to find out? Wouldn't you just love to unlock all the secrets of the universe?

"Those are questions, lover boy. I expect answers."

"Please," Bill answered. "Don't. I'll do whatever you say. I promise."

"I already know that. What choice do you have?"

The officer continued tracing a slow path with the electronic control device down Bill's torso. She circled his belly, traced it along his underwear line, and then the slid the tip under the waist band of his briefs.

"How about if I discharge it here? What would happen then? Would it fry your balls? Would you ever be able to have children? Would you even be able to get an erection? Or would it leave you dickless?"

"Please don't. I'm begging you. Please. Not there. Please."

Bill gasped for air as he did his best to remain motionless. Fallon fought the involuntary sobs that were escaping her throat.

"Your girlfriend is starting to annoy me. I'm going to have to give her something else to think about it."

Fallon gasped at the reference to herself.

Officer Larson stood up, walked over to Fallon, and stopped inches from her face. She took out her nightstick and pressed it into Fallon's throat.

"You need to stop worrying so much about what happens to him, and think about your own predicament. I've got just the thing to keep you occupied."

The officer turned the club around and slammed the end onto the ground between Fallon's legs. She held it with the base against the floor and the shaft sticking straight up in the air.

"Lower your cunt onto my stick. And don't make me tell you twice."

With her hands cuffed behind her back, Fallon could only lower her crotch by leaning against the pole and sliding down its length. She eased into a squat, stopping when the tip of the nightstick was pressing against the opening of her pussy.

"Go ahead. You've got the idea."

The stick was rigid and unforgiving. It penetrated her pussy as she resumed lowering her crotch. It was even less pleasant than a visit to the gynecologist. At least I'm wet enough for it to slip inside me. Her body descended onto the stick until she could fit no more inside her. Leaning back against the pole for support, she prayed that she would not have to maintain that position for long.

"I'm going to have a little fun with your boyfriend. If that stick hits the floor, I'll beat you with it until your face is unrecognizable. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Fallon whispered, fighting back tears.

"Tremendous."

Officer Larson holstered her electronic control device, untied the strings holding her thong in place, and tossed it to the side. She stepped over Bill's chest and placed her boots next to his ears. She grabbed the pole with both hands, squatted over Bill's head, and dropped her crotch to within an inch of his nose.

"Lick me, pervert," the officer commanded.

Bill opened his mouth and extended his tongue into the air. Stretched to its full length, it stopped just short of reaching Officer Larson's moist, pink lips. He tilted his head back, extended his chin, and pushed his tongue another half-inch. Despite the effort, he still failed to taste her flesh.

"Is that the best you can do?" she teased, reaching across her body and grasping the handle of the Taser. "Do I need to provide a little more incentive?"

Fallon closed her eyes and held her breath as silent tears streamed down her mascara-stained cheeks.

"I c-can't...reach," Bill stammered. "Help."

"You need some help? How's this?"

Officer Larson lowered her knees to the concrete and dropped her weight onto Bill's face, smothering him beneath her crotch. She squeezed his head between her thighs and rocked back and forth on his nose.

"Lick my pussy, you sick, perverted fuck. This is how I deal with trashy back-alley-fucking sexual deviants. This is what happens when you're too cheap to pay for a room, you penny-pinching asshole."

The officer clenched her thighs and sat upright, thereby shifting her weight from her knees to her butt. She rocked back and forth for a full sixty seconds, applying maximum pressure with her crotch on Bill's face the entire time. Bill lay motionless, his face smothered beneath her firm buttocks.

"I don't feel your tongue, pervert," she warned. "More licking–now."

Officer Larson rode Bill's face for another thirty seconds. When Bill's arms and legs started quivering, she shifted her weight to her knees and lifted her ass from his face. Bill gasped for breath, sucking huge gulps of air into his lungs while he had the opportunity.

"Back to work, deviant." The officer rode Bill's face for another sixty seconds. "Suck my pussy, jerk-off. Convince me I shouldn't just drive you out the Everglades and feed you to the gators."

She continued rocking back and forth, sliding her pussy over his nose, mouth and chin–all the while threatening him with further violence. After another sixty seconds elapsed, she lifted her crotch and allowed him a gulp of air. His face was slick with pussy juice and saliva, while his chest heaved as his lungs filled with air.

"Taste my ass, asshole."

Reaching behind her back, she grabbed a butt cheek in each hand, spread her ass, and lowered her crack to Bill's mouth. She applied additional pressure to Bill's skull while driving her rear onto his jaw.

"I don't feel your tongue," she cautioned.

Bill slid his tongue across her anus, caressing her sphincter and licking the crack of her ass. As her tight asshole relaxed, he pushed his tongue through the tiny ring guarding her rear entrance. When he could hold his breath no longer, he twitched his legs and bucked his hips in an attempt to get her attention.

"That's better," she said, lifting her ass for a few seconds before smothering Bill once again. "Pay attention, whore, your turn is coming."

Fallon winced as she watched Officer Larson ride Bill's face. She couldn't help admiring the officer's smooth, firm body, her creamy white skin, and her flaring hips. Do I think she's kind of hot because I'm turning into a dyke, or because I'm drunk? The sounds of Bill's mouth slurping the officer's pussy and ass ignited a tingling in her crotch. She recalled just how close she had come to reaching her climax before her back alley fornication was interrupted. She found herself wishing that she–rather than the officer–was riding Bill's face, and that his tongue was licking her crotch.

A seed of desire fought against a monsoon of terror that washed over Fallon every time the officer opened her mouth. Officer Larson's looks froze Fallon in her place, but it was her honey-coated voice that made her shiver with fear.

"Oooooo, I like that, sex fiend. Is that how you eat your girlfriend's ass? Now you're hitting the spot. Right there–keep doing it just like that."

Fallon squirmed on the night stick. Her thighs burned, and she didn't know how much longer she could maintain her balance while squatting over the baton. She longed to touch her pussy, but with her hands bound behind her back, she was helpless to do anything but watch. She tried to rise up and down on the stick, but the pain in her thighs and shoulders was too intense. If I fall over, there's no telling what she'll do to me.

"Mmm, make me cum, ass eater, and I just might let you go with a warning."

Fallon tugged against her restraints. She wanted to escape–she wanted to relieve the pain in her joints–but at the same time she was mesmerized by the action in front of her.

"Eat my ass. Lick my pussy. I'm almost there."

Officer Larson ground her crotch all over Bill's head. When Bill started to convulse, she lifted her ass for a few seconds to allow him a precious breath of stale air. Then she resumed riding his face to her climax.

Fallon tried not to look, but her eyes wouldn't stay closed. Her attention was focused on the officer's ass and the frantic slurping sounds from Bill's mouth. That seed of desire sprouted and then blossomed as the officer responded to Bill's tongue.

"Mmm. Yes! Just like that. Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop. I'm–ahhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmm!"

The officer rode Bill's face like a jockey riding a racehorse. She squeezed his skull between her thighs and pressed her clit against his nose. She rocked back and forth, expending furious energy with no regard for the life beneath her. She rode until she was sated, then she rocked backward, spread her thighs, and lifted her ass from Bill's face. Bill's desperate attempts to fill his lungs with air revealed the extent of his distress.

Fallon felt a new emotion added to the mix: shame. She felt guilty that the officer's abuse of Bill caused her to be aroused. Somewhere in the back of her clouded mind shame warred with desire, which had attained the upper hand in the struggle with fear.

Fallon looked at Bill's crotch, and the shame dissipated. He's hard? After all that, how can he possibly have an erection? He's as turned on as I am!

Officer Larson noticed Bill's hard-on almost as soon as Fallon did.

"Well, well, what have we here? It looks like my ass eater has another surprise for me. I wonder if your chubby little girlfriend is as pleased by this treat as I am. I'm certainly not going to turn down a big, beautiful erection like this. Watch, honey, while I ride your man's cock. I'm going to show you how a woman in control takes care of her business."

* * * *

"I found her phone and her clothes in the alley behind the club," Natalie reported, handing the clothes and pieces of broken cell phone to Selena. "The clothes are ripped and the phone's smashed. Selena, I'm scared."

"We have to call the police," Eva shrieked. "What if she was kidnapped?"

"Or killed," Michelle said, choking on her words.

"Or worse," Natalie added.

"What the fuck is worse?" Quashondra glared at Natalie.

"Ladies," Selena shouted. "Calm down. We don't know what happened. This doesn't mean anything."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Quashondra turned her glare to Selena. "The bitch's clothes are ripped and her phone's been busted. I'll tell you exactly what happened."

"What?" Eva cringed. "What happened?"

"The stupid slut went outside to burn a fatty with some dude, started making out with him, and then he ripped her clothes off, raped her, and shoved her in the trunk of a car. He's probably cutting her up right now so he can dump her body in the Everglades."

"Shut the fuck up, alright?" Selena snarled at Quashondra. "I don't want to hear your mouth again unless you've got something useful to say." Selena turned to the rest of the group. "There's got to be surveillance video. Let's go talk to a bouncer."

* * * *

Fallon bit her lip as she watched Officer Larson squat over Bill's groin and slip one hand between her thighs. She grasped Bill's rigid cock with a gloved hand, placed the tip against her pussy, and slid down his shaft until her cunt was resting against his crotch. Fallon ached to feel Bill's cock in her own pussy, but an emerging thought pierced through the fog and cast a shadow over her desires. She thinks Bill and I are a couple. What is she going to do if she finds out that we're not really together? Will it piss her off? Will she punish me for lying to her?

Officer Larson ground her clit against Bill's crotch. She moaned in delight as his erect shaft stretched her pussy, the spongy head and stiff shaft rubbing against her slick walls as she rocked back and forth. Her movements revealed no concern for Bill's pleasure or comfort. Rather, she used his flesh for the joy it could give her, and gave no thought to reciprocation.

Her pace increased as her pleasure grew. Facing Bill's feet, she dug her fingers into his thighs, rocked her hips front to back, and rode his cock up a steep slope toward her impending climax. She felt his cock throbbing inside her as she humped faster and faster.

"Fuck me, ass eater. Show me what you can do."

Fallon's cramping thighs burned in protest against the squatting position the officer forced her to maintain. That pain was eclipsed, however, by the warmth spreading from her pussy. The nightstick in her cunt was becoming less of an intrusion; in fact, she was beginning to enjoy its hard presence and formidable girth filling her vagina. If only I could make it move. That, at least, would be something useful.

The dank, stale air in the warehouse was becoming scented with a familiar fragrance. Sex–or at least pussy! I can smell her from all the way over here. Or is that me? God, I'm so wet.

"Ahhhh! Yes! I'm almost there. Just a little more, ass eater. Just a little more."

Bill's legs flexed and contracted as he fought against his restraints. With his hands secured behind his back and his legs fastened to the steel desk, his body was at the mercy of the woman riding him to orgasm. I don't know if it would be maddening or liberating to surrender all control like that. He's completely helpless.

"That's it! That's the spot! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Officer Larson slowed her movements as the wave of pleasure washed over her. She arched her back, driving her ass cheeks into Bill's groin. Bill twisted and strained, clenching his buttocks and rocking his hips in a desperate effort to reach his climax. He was seconds away when the officer attained her peak, but as her rocking slowed, his seconds mounted.

"Ungh!" Bill groaned. Officer Larson grabbed his balls with a gloved hand and squeezed until they were about to burst.

"Did I say you could cum, ass eater?"

"Stop! You're hurting him," Fallon cried.

"What did I tell you about talking?"

"I'm sorry. It's just ... he did everything you told him to do. You don't have to hurt him like that."

Officer Larson stood up and walked over to Fallon. She looked down, grabbed a handful of hair from the top of her head, and slapped her with an open hand.

"Oww! What the fuck?"

Fallon fought back tears even as she knew her cheek was reddening. Other than while playing dodge ball in P.E. class, she couldn't remember ever being hit so hard in the face.

"You've just earned yourself incarceration for the weekend. The only question now is whether you stay here in my private jail, or if I drive you out to Metro-West and lock you up with the drunks, gang bangers and whores."
"No! Please!" Fallon sobbed. "I can't stay. I have to go home."

"You should have thought of that before you opened your fucking mouth. Now shut it while I finish enjoying your boyfriend. Has anyone ever told you that he has a nice dick?"

The officer swiped her boot against the night stick, knocking it out of Fallon's cunt. Fallon lost her balance and slid to the floor, landing hard on her naked ass. She caught herself before she could cry out, biting her lip instead. At least I can stretch my thighs now. I don't know how much longer I could have squatted with that stick jammed up my pussy.

Officer Larson retrieved the stick, walked over to Bill, and knelt between his outstretched thighs. She spit on the end of the stick and placed it against Bill's anus.

"Pay attention, lover girl," she said to Fallon. "You're next."

She grabbed Bill's erect cock with one hand and twisted the nightstick with the other, pushing the hard tip against Bill's ass. Bill moaned as she forced the rod past his sphincter. A tear escaped from the corner of his eye and rolled toward the floor. The officer continued twisting and pushing the stick until she worked three inches into Bill's ass. Bill groaned in pain, but he didn't say a word.

"I think he likes it," Officer Larson said. "Look at his cock."

Fallon lifted her eyes an inch and focused her sight on Bill's groin. She was surprised to see that he was still hard. He's actually enjoying this?

Officer Larson turned her back toward Bill's face and lowered her crotch to his cock. Her pussy easily slid down the erect shaft which seemed to be standing taller and firmer than before. With both hands she clutched the end of the nightstick protruding from Bill's ass, leaned forward, and–using the stick for leverage–resumed riding his cock.

The officer's pussy was even juicier than the first time she rode Bill. The slushy, slurping noises coming from her crotch were the only sounds that could be heard over her panting and Bill's moans. Fallon couldn't decide if the noises escaping Bill's mouth were caused by pain or pleasure–or a mixture of both.

Fallon was grateful that she was able to relax her thighs, but she missed the feeling of the stick filling her pussy. God, I need to cum. Bill's cock...his tongue...that stick...hell, even my finger...I could use anything right now.

Officer Larson reached a quick climax, but continued riding. She slowed her pace and focused her attention on the stick jutting out of Bill's ass.

"So, ass eater, I see you like taking up the ass," she teased. "I'll bet you'd like to fuck my ass after I'm finished fucking yours, wouldn't you? Does lover girl take it up the butt? She looks like a butt slut. I'll bet you have a good old time drilling her chubby ass, don't you? Hmmm? Maybe you should eat her ass and get her ready for it. Or maybe I should get her ready with my stick. What do you say, ass eater? Should we take turns fucking lover girl's butt? Will she like it as much as you do?"

Bill moaned in response, but the noise he emitted sounded less like pain and more like pleasure. How is it possible that he can still be hard while she tortures him? Is it really torture if the victim enjoys it?

* * * *

Five garishly dressed women, Curtis the bouncer, and the club manager huddled in the back office over a security monitor.

"What time did she go missing?" the manager asked.

"Sometime in the last two, two and a half hours," Selena answered.

"I saw her earlier," Curtis interjected. "She was drunk out of her mind."

"Why didn't you do something?" Natalie glared at Curtis.

"She said her friends were taking care of her." Curtis met Natalie's stare.

"Some friends we turned out to be," Eva sobbed.

"Just calm down," the manager said. "We'll find her. Hopefully, she'll be OK."

The seven hovered over the monitor, watching the scene behind the club unfold at four times normal speed. A dishwasher hauled several bags of garbage to the dumpster. Three employees went out back to smoke. A bouncer–not Curtis–pissed on the back of the building. A police car streaked through the alley. There was no sign of Fallon.

"Wait, wait–go back." Curtis pointed to the monitor. "I think there was someone in that police cruiser."

The manager backed the tape up and played it again at normal speed. The police car emerged on the right side of the screen and disappeared on the left.

"There," Curtis pointed to the screen. "There's someone in the back of that cruiser. It looks like a female. I think it's your missing bride."

"Can you enhance the resolution?" Selena asked.

"No," the manager answered. "This is the sharpest it gets."

"Well, that doesn't prove anything," Eva whined. "That might be her, or it might not be. Who can tell?"

"At least it's a start," the manager added. "Call the cops, see if they picked her up. I've got the number right here. You might have to go bail her out, but at least you have a lead."

"I wish it were so easy," Curtis interrupted.

"What do you mean?" The manager glared at Curtis. "Just call the North Miami Beach Police and find out where they took her."

"There's the problem," Curtis said. "That wasn't a North Miami Beach squad car. Theirs are white with red and blue stripes above the wheel wells. That car was a black and white. NMB cops don't drive black and whites."

"Who does?" Selena asked.

"There are five departments in the tri-county area that use black and white units. I couldn't read the name on the car, so my guess is that it could have been any of those five."

"Why would cops from another jurisdiction be making an arrest here on the beach?" Selena asked.

"I have no idea," Curtis answered. "All I can say is, your friend is probably in some serious trouble."

"At least she's not dead," Eva said.

"If that was her," Curtis responded. "We still don't know who was in the back of that car."

* * * *

Fallon struggled against her restraints, but it was useless. The drunken haze was nearly gone, but it was replaced by a piercing headache. Her thighs no longer burned, but the warmth emanating from her pussy was spreading throughout her body. Every inch of her skin was tingling. The sights, sounds, and especially the smells contained within that small circle of light were overpowering her desire to escape. She wanted to cum, but she had no means of making it happen.

Officer Larson continued working the end of the nightstick in and out of Bill's asshole while riding his cock from one peak to the next. The diversion of her attention didn't seem to distract her from reaching climaxes, but it did reduce the intensity of her orgasms. Every three or four minutes she moaned and shook her head with pleasure, but the thunderous quake she exhibited earlier did not repeat. Nonetheless, she maintained a steady pace on Bill's cock while poking his ass with the club.

Fallon lost count of the officer's orgasms. Each one caused a pang of jealousy to flash in her brain, but the pain in her wrists and especially her shoulders convinced her to stop tugging and wait for something new to happen. All she could do was watch the officer and imagine that it was her pussy riding up and down on Bill's splendid cock.

Several minutes and two orgasms later, something did happen. Officer Larson released her grip on the nightstick and shifted so that she was sitting in an upright position. She placed her hands on Bill's thighs and increased the pace of her bouncing. Her butt cheeks were slamming up and down on Bill's crotch as she rode him harder and harder. She's building up to a big one.

"Fuck me, mother fucker, fuck me. Come on, baby, fuck me. Fuck me, baby. Yes! Mmmmm! Almost there, babe. Almost there. Mmmmmmm. Yes! Gimme that dick. Gimme that sweet, sweet dick."

Bill was extending and contracting his legs while his feet swayed from side to side. He's about to cum. I hope she cums before he does, or there's no telling what she'll do to him. The officer arched her back and groaned as Bill's cock filled her pussy. She closed her eyes and rubbed her clit as she soared higher and higher toward her peak. She's almost there...he's so close...god I want to cum so bad.

"Mmmmm! Mmmm! Yes! That's it baby, that's it! Oh, god, yes! Yes! Yes!" she shouted into the darkness

"Ungh! Owwwwwwww!" Bill cried.

Fallon couldn't believe her eyes. Officer Larson was clutching her electronic control device in her right hand and driving it into Bill's thigh. She continued rubbing her clit with her left hand while rocking back and forth on Bill's groin. Bill's entire body was shaking beneath her, and a puddle of semen was pooling on the floor. Oh my god! She stunned him just as she was cumming!

Officer Larson removed the device from Bill's thigh and returned it to her belt. She pulled the nightstick out of his ass and tossed it to the side. It clanged on the floor just out of her reach. She sat still for several minutes, then stood up and walked toward Fallon. She grabbed a fistful of hair from the back of Fallon's head and pulled it downward, forcing Fallon to look up at her snarling face.

"Your boyfriend left something of yours in my pussy."

Fallon gulped a quick breath just as the officer straddled her head and shoved her swampy cunt over the captive's gaping mouth. Fallon coughed and choked as Bill's semen ran out of Officer Larson's cunt and slid down her throat.

"Clean up your boyfriend's mess, lover girl. Suck my pussy."

The officer grabbed a second handful of hair and pushed her crotch even harder against Fallon's face. Fallon tried to resist, but the officer responded by squeezing the girl's head between her thighs. Fallon closed her eyes and tried to relax her neck muscles. The pain in my neck is almost as bad as the burning in my shoulders and wrists. I don't know how much longer I can continue. I want to cry, but I'm afraid of choking to death.

Overcoming her initial revulsion, Fallon gulped the cum flowing out of the officer's pussy. Oh well, it's not like I've never swallowed a load of cum before. Still, I would prefer drinking it straight from the hose. The quicker I finish, the sooner she might let me go.

Fallon sucked and slurped, swallowing every drop of juice she could siphon from the officer's overflowing cunt.

"Hey perv, take a look at your girlfriend–she eats pussy better than you do. I'll bet you didn't know she was a first class rug muncher. I'm starting to wonder if lover girl might cheating on you–I think she's secretly playing on the other team."

Fallon bristled at the thought. Just because two dykes sucked my tits already tonight, and I'm eating pussy right now, that doesn't make me a lesbian. None of this is my choice.

"How's my pussy taste, lover girl? Do you like it better with or without your boyfriend's jizz flowing out of it?"

Fallon wanted to respond, but decided she would be better off saying nothing. Just don't piss her off. If I can make her cum, this might all be over. Fallon thought of all the times Ryan licked her pussy, and did her best to replicate those motions. As hard as she tried, however, she couldn't get her tongue inside Officer Larson's tunnel. I just can't get in there from this angle.

As though she were reading Fallon's thoughts, the officer inched backward and tilted her hips forward slightly. That subtle shift enabled Fallon's tongue to slip through the officer's pink folds and penetrate her quivering vagina.

"Mmmmmm, that's the spot. Keep it up, lover girl, and I just might have a reward for you."

The only reward I want is to go home. Please hurry up and cum. Please. Fallon licked and sucked with renewed enthusiasm. She ignored the pain in her neck and the numbness that extended from her shoulders to her wrists. She was used to the pain. She wanted to make the officer cum.

"My ass–taste my ass now. Stick that pretty little tongue of yours in my ass."

Fallon licked up and down Officer Larson's butt crack several times. There was nothing remarkable about the taste–a mixture of lingering pussy juice, semen and sweat. At least she's somewhat clean. I don't know what I would have done if she tasted like ass. Fallon swirled the tip of her tongue around the officer's anus, doing her best to anticipate what she might enjoy. Fallon had never been on either end of this activity. She tried to penetrate Officer Larson's tight little rosebud, but her tongue wasn't long enough.

"Now this is a pleasant surprise. I should have known that your pervert boyfriend would teach you how to eat ass. Don't the two of you just make the perfect couple? A couple of ass-eaters." Officer Larson paused to laugh at her own joke. "Ha–I'll bet nobody ever parks under the mistletoe with either of you. You're breath probably smells like ass."

Fallon ignored the officer's taunts. She longed for the opportunity to resume licking the officer's pussy. She had no preference for either, but she at least had an idea of how to make the officer cum. This will all be over if I can just make her cum...I hope.

Officer Larson pushed back on Fallon's face, bumping her head against the metal pole. Fallon tried to lift her hands and rub the back of her head, but the restraints prevented her. If she would just untie my hands.

"Wait," Fallon pleaded.

The officer stood up, turned, and delivered a vicious slap to Fallon's cheek.

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

"I'm truly sorry, but there's something you should know," Fallon answered, fighting back tears.

Officer Larson squeezed Fallon's chin. "This had better be important."

"It is. I know how to make you cum."

"You're doing just fine. Now shut your fucking mouth before I shove my fist down your throat."

"Please. Just listen.

The officer slapped Fallon's other cheek with the back of her hand. "You have ten seconds. Don't waste them."

"If you release my hands and allow me to lay flat on the ground, I'm pretty sure that I could do a better job licking you. I know I could. In this position, it's pretty hard for me to get my tongue where it needs to go."

"Interesting. You want to do better at licking me. Look at me, bitch!" Officer Larson grabbed a fistful of Fallon's hair and twisted her head so that she was looking into her eyes. "Do I look stupid to you?"

"No. Please. I just want to go home." Fallon sobbed. "I'm getting married tomorrow."

"Getting married? What about the pervert over there? Doesn't he need to get home as well? Or are you planning to get married without a groom?"

"He's not my boyfriend," Fallon ducked her head and whispered. "I'm marrying someone else."

"Excuse me? You're getting married tomorrow, yet you're fucking some other dick in a back alley outside a nightclub? Just thought you needed to stuff that whore cunt with some strange cock one last time before your husband seals it off? You're a piece of work. I ought to call your fiancee and have him come out here to see the piece of shit he's marrying. Too bad he could never find this place."

"I'm sorry," Fallon sniffed. "So sorry. Please–let me go."

"You're not going anywhere until I'm finished with you. Hell, I out to call the entire precinct out here and let them all have a turn with you. Fucking whore. You disgust me."

Fallon bowed her head and cried. Officer Larson lifted Fallon's chin and then pushed her head against the pole.

"Listen to me, slut. Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to release your hands so you can lay down flat on your back like a common whore, and then I'm going to secure your hands above your head like ass eater over there." The officer pointed in Bill's direction.

"Then I'm going to ride your face and you're going to lick me until I lose count of how many times I've cum. And when I'm done with that, I think I'll let you eat pervert's ass and suck his cock since that's what you've been wanting to do all night, anyway. Right?"

"Yes," Fallon sniffed.

"If you do a good job and if you don't piss me off, then I'll take you back to the alley where I found your filthy whore ass. Understand?"

"Yes," Fallon whispered.

"I didn't hear you. This is your last chance before I call in my friends–do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Alright. Hold still."

Officer Larson reached into her vest and pulled out her knife. She cut the Plasticuffs securing Fallon's wrists behind the pole, replaced the knife, and then pushed Fallon onto her back. Fallon complied without any resistance. The officer pulled another set of cuffs out of her vest, squatted over Fallon's face, and then reached for her hands.

Fallon pulled her hand back, reached for the electronic control device on the officer's belt, and jammed it into her thigh. She squeezed the trigger while pushing the twin prongs of the device into the officer's bare skin.

"Ahhhhhhhhhgggg!" she screamed.

Fallon pushed her off and started running into the darkness. Officer Larson rolled onto the ground, screaming in pain. Her left leg twitched for a second, and then stopped. She spotted the nightstick on the floor, picked it up, and threw it in the direction of Fallon's receding footsteps. The stick twirled in the air like a boomerang, struck Fallon in the lower back, and knocked her to the ground. She fell to the concrete floor, landing flat on her face.

Officer Larson scrambled to her feet and ran into the darkness after Fallon. She wasn't hard to find, crumpled in a heap and sobbing in the darkness. The officer grabbed Fallon by the hair, hauled her to her feet, and dragged her back to the lighted area.

"That was just about the stupidest thing you could have done. I won't even try to describe the ordeal you've bought for yourself with that little stunt. I guess your wedding day really wasn't that important to you after all. I pity the poor guy who thought he was marrying you tomorrow."

Dejected, Fallon hung her head and sobbed.

* * * *

"Well?" Selena snapped at Michelle as she clicked off her phone.

"Nothing. That was the last one. Not one of the police departments with black and white vehicles has an arrest report for Fallon."

"What are we going to do?" Eva asked. "She's supposed to be walking down the aisle in less than eight hours."

"Her family's going to kill us when we tell them we lost her," Natalie said.

"Her family? What about Ryan?" Michelle added. "He'll be devastated."

"Fuck Ryan," Selena spat. "If we get her fat ass to the church on time, then we don't have to tell him shit. There must be something else on that video. Go get that bouncer. I'll be right with you."

The four women went in search of the bouncer, while Selena ducked around a corner and pulled out her phone.

* * * *

Fallon pulled against her restraints, but just like the twenty other times she tested them, they held her immobile. She was on her feet, bent at the waist, with her legs spread and her ankles fastened to the sturdy legs of the old steel desk. Her torso was pressed against the desktop, her butt was sticking up in the air, and her arms were stretched over the far end of the desk. Her wrists were fastened to a rope connected to the base of the desk. I'm even more helpless than before. I can only imagine what she's going to do to me now.

"Are you ready for me to continue, slut? You know I can't allow your disobedience to go unpunished. What would that say about our penal system?

"I was tempted to call the entire SWAT team out and let those boys teach you a little something about extreme response measures, but I realized my shift is nearly over and I won't get paid overtime while giving you a free lesson in criminal justice. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to work with the tools at hand."
Officer Larson stopped in front of Fallon's face. She pulled the nightstick and the electronic control device out of her vest. With the nightstick she lifted Fallon's chin off the desk, and held the electronic control device in front of her face.

"Do you doubt that I have the means to teach you a lesson?"

"No," Fallon whimpered.

"Do you believe that I have the will to use the tools at my disposal?"

"Yes."

Officer Larson cracked the nightstick against the desk, just inches from Fallon's face.

"Stop crying. I can't hear you."

"Yes. Yes, I believe that you will use your weapons to teach me a lesson."

"Good. Very good. If you demonstrate that you can be a good student, you just might make it to your wedding before anyone has reason to object."

The officer held out the nightstick and placed the tip against Fallon's bare shoulder. She placed the tip of the electronic control device against the other shoulder, and dragged them both down either side of Fallon's spine. Fallon shivered as her skin broke into goose bumps.

When she reached Fallon's rear, Officer Larson spread open her butt cheeks with the nightstick and slipped it between her fleshy globes. She slid the length of the shaft up and down her butt crack, while holding the tip of the electronic control device against her lower back.

"I've used this stick on dozens of sluts just like you. Each one of those whores gained a newfound respect for the law after spending a few hours alone with me. But you're a special little slut, aren't you? Tomorrow is your wedding day, and tomorrow night your husband is expecting to deflower his virgin bride. The only problem is, he's not marrying a virgin, he's marrying you. And he won't be breaking your cherry. I'll take care of that myself."

The officer holstered her nightstick, walked over to Bill, and pressed the electronic control device against his scrotum. She pulled out her knife and sliced open his leg restraints.

"Don't move unless you're told to move, pervert. You don't want to find out the consequences."

Bill nodded his head and then closed his eyes. Officer Larson stepped over his face and cut his hands free. She ordered him to his feet, and then restrained his wrists behind his back.

"I see you're nice and hard. Of course, that comes as no surprise. The pill I forced down your throat when we arrived here was Viagra. According to the product insert, your cock should stay up for at least two more hours."

With the tip of the electronic control device pressed into Bill's back, Officer Larson guided him to the side of the desk where Fallon's spread legs were restrained.

The officer forced Bill to his knees, and then pushed his face into the crack of Fallon's ass.

"Start licking, pervert."

Bill extended his tongue and licked Fallon from the top of her ass crack all the way to her clit. He licked up and down, avoiding her anus while attempting to concentrate his efforts on her vulva. Fallon felt a sense of relief when Bill's tongue began raking up and down her butt crack. This isn't so bad. Under other circumstances, I would definitely enjoy it. I expected my punishment to be so much worse.

The officer continued pushing Bill's face into Fallon's ass, so Bill continued licking. The twin prongs of the electronic control device pressed into his spine were all the encouragement he needed. His erect cock–a condition no doubt aided by the Viagra that Officer Larson forced him to swallow–waved in the air like a missile searching for a target.

Bill's mouth provided Fallon a brief respite from the officer's constant threat of further harm. Despite the fact that her movements were more restrained than at any previous point of the evening, her body was relaxed for the first time. The burning pain in her thighs and calves was gone. The agony in shoulders and wrists was also gone. A growing headache and her breasts–smashed against the desktop and crushed beneath her own weight–were her only sources of discomfort.

He really knows how to lick a pussy. If he keeps this up, I'm going to cum.

"Is the chubby little whore-bride getting nice and juicy?" Officer Larson's mocking voice invaded Fallon's bliss. "Is she going to be a nice, juicy fuck for her groom?"

Bill continued licking. Fallon, unsure if she should answer, let out a low moan.

"That was a question, whore. Two questions, to be precise."

Realizing a response was expected from her, Fallon lifted her chin and took a deep breath.

"Yes," she panted.

"Yes? Yes ... what? Yes, you're a fucking whore? Yes, your slutty pussy juices up for any cock that gets near it? Yes, you're about to cum for some dick you met the night before your wedding?"

Bill pushed his tongue against her clit and flicked it from side to side. A wave of pleasure rose inside Fallon and spread throughout her body. She took another deep breath.

"Yes. Yes. Whatever you say. Yes."

"Not whatever I say. I want to hear you say it. Say it, whore. Say it."

If only his hands were free so that he could slip a finger inside me. I want to cum so bad. What's happening to me?

"Yes, my pussy is juicy."

"And...?"

Bill sucked her clit between his lips and closed his teeth around the tiny nub. Fallon gasped.

"I'm...going to cum."

"I don't think so."

Officer Larson jerked Bill's head away from Fallon's crotch. She pulled so hard that his head snapped backward, his eyes pointed straight up into the dim glow of the single overhead lightbulb. While pulling his hair with one hand she jammed the prongs of the electronic control device into his throat with the other.

"If she cums, I promise you'll regret it," the officer snarled as she shoved Bill's face back into Fallon's butt.

Bill resumed licking the crack of Fallon's soft, plump ass, this time taking care to avoid her pussy lips and clit. With the officer still clutching a fistful of his hair and guiding his movements, Bill flattened his tongue and licked Fallon from top to bottom.

That feels good, but I'll never cum this way. What will she do to him if I do cum? I can't cum, dammit. I'm approaching the edge, but I just can't get there. I have to cum. I can't take it much longer. This is torture–she's killing me with kindness.

Bill swept his tongue up and down, and then focused his efforts on Fallon's asshole. He extended the tip and teased her anus, swirling it around and around her tightest orifice. When he detected that the little ring of muscle was beginning to relax, he pushed the tip past her sphincter and tasted her rosebud.

"Mmmmmmm!" Fallon moaned. "Oh yes!"

Fallon's response caused Bill to back off her anus and resume licking her butt crack. Officer Larson detected the change in technique, and steered his mouth to Fallon's anus once again.

"Oh! Mmmmmmm," she moaned.

The officer tugged Bill's hair, yanking his mouth from her ass.

"Don't stop," Fallon whispered. "Please."

"You're forgetting who gives the instructions," Officer Larson said between clenched teeth. She jabbed the prongs of the electronic control device into Fallon's neck.

"Don't let it happen again."

The officer released her grip on Bill's hair, allowing him to return his attention to Fallon's quivering asshole. Bill licked with a renewed sense of purpose. He rolled his tongue into a cylinder and pushed it against her sphincter. He bobbed his head back and forth, pushing the tip of his tongue against her loosening muscle over and over. When he felt her relaxing, he swirled the tip around and around the ridge guarding her entrance.

"Ahh! Mmmmmmmm!" Fallon moaned.

Bill continued licking for several minutes. Fallon's arousal climbed, but then it reached a plateau and would rise no higher. She wiggled her ass in Bill's face, but nothing that he or she did was sufficient to push her over the edge. This might be frustrating if it didn't feel so good.

"That's enough, lover boy."

Officer Larson grabbed a chunk of hair from the top of Bill's head and lifted him to his feet. She stood him directly behind Fallon's bent and bound body, with his cock inches from her juicy crotch. Standing beside him, she slipped the electronic control device between his legs and pressed it against his nutsack. She reached around his leg with the other hand and grabbed his throbbing cock. She pumped it several times with her gloved hand, watching it twitch and swell with every stroke.

Bill let out an anguished moan. The tension in his swollen, blood-filled cock was becoming unbearable.

Officer Larson continued stroking his cock with a slow, deliberate rhythm. When she decided that he had suffered enough, she pulled him forward and placed the tip against Fallon's moist pussy lips. She held his cock at the entrance to her vagina, and then tipped it up and down. The result was an agonizing, gentle contact between his swollen cock head and Fallon's ripe, moist pussy.

"Unnnnhhh!" Fallon moaned. "Put in me. Please."

The officer ignored Fallon's cries for relief. She rubbed Bill's dick up and down Fallon's exposed slit, painting her tender lips with the pre-cum leaking from the tip. Bill's cock throbbed in her hand. The electronic control device pressed against his spine was the only barrier between his aching cock and the slick pussy bent over in front of him.

At the same time, an identical war was raging inside Fallon. Her body craved release. Numbed by alcohol and teased to the brink of orgasm all night, she wanted to cum. Yet, she had surrendered her fate to the officer, who was withholding her release for reasons Fallon could not comprehend.

With her hands bound and her arms immobilized, Fallon could not touch her pussy. She knew that even without touching herself that her cunt had never been wetter. The cock head slipping up and down her slit was sliding against her without any friction whatsoever. The warmth from her pussy was spreading down her thighs, across her belly, and into her aching nipples. My juice is probably dripping on the floor.

"You're a horny little slut, aren't you?" the officer teased.

"Yes," Fallon hissed.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I'm a horny slut."

"You want to cum, don't you?"

"Yes."

Fallon's voice cracked as her breathing became more rapid.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes I want to cum. Please."

"You want his hard, throbbing cock inside you, don't you?"

"Yes, I want his hard cock inside me."

"Too bad, whore. That's not what I have planned for you."

The officer redirected the tip of Bill's cock so that it was pressed against Fallon's clit. She rubbed the flared, spongy head from side to side and up and down, never breaking contact with Fallon's most sensitive nub. Fallon squirmed over the desk, straining to increase the friction against Bill's rigid manhood.

"Mmmmmm! Oh! Please! Please! Fuck me!"

"Do you want him to fuck you?"

"Yes! I want him to fuck me!"

"Do you want this cock inside you?"

"Yes! I want it! Put it in me! Please!"

Officer Larson dragged the tip over Fallon's gaping hole. Her ruddy lips were glistening with the accumulated moisture built up over the past thirty minutes. She guided the cock head over the girl's clit and then through her lips, and then over her clit again. Bill's cock was slick with the moisture flowing from Fallon's cunt. Fallon's entire body was on fire.

"Please! Fuck me!"

"Beg me, you filthy little whore. Beg me for this cock. Beg me to let him fuck you."

"Please. Please. I'll do anything. Please fuck me. Please. I'm begging you. Please!"

The officer guided the tip through Fallon's lips, and pushed the head halfway inside her.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

"Is that the best you can do?"

"Please! Fuck me! Please! I need to cum! Please fuck me with that hard cock!"

"That was some pretty convincing begging. I suppose you've earned a reward."

Officer Larson pushed the tip of Bill's cock against Fallon's asshole, and then pushed him from behind. The tip forced her sphincter open and penetrated a half-inch.

"Oww! Fuck! That's the wrong hole!"

"Oh, that's most definitely the right hole for you, sweetie. We need to save your pussy for your husband."

"Please! No! Stop!"

Bill drew his hips back, and then pushed forward again. His cock sank halfway into Fallon's ass.

"Ungh! Not in my ass! I didn't say he could fuck me in the ass!"

"What makes you believe that the choice was ever yours?"

Bill drew back once more, and then pushed his cock the rest of the way inside her.

"Ungh! Please! Please! Not in my ass."

"Fuck her, ass eater. Fuck the little whore. Don't stop fucking her until that pill wears off."

Bill stood in place and rocked his hips back and forth. Fallon bit her lip and sobbed. She was helpless, her clit was throbbing, and the cock she was counting on for relief was shredding her asshole.

"Let me give you a little advice," the officer said. "If you relax, you'll enjoy it more."

"That's easy for you to say, you're not the one getting your ass ripped in two."

"I've been where you are many times, honey. I know what I'm talking about."

"Oh? Then tell me, how do I relax when his thick cock is tearing me up?"

"Just let your body go limp. I have you securely bound–you aren't going to fall. Stop thinking about your poor little asshole, and concentrate on your clit."

"I hate you."

"You say that now, but you'll love me before the night is over. In fact, I predict that within three months you'll call me and beg me to teach you another lesson."

"Not likely."

"You will. Sluts like you love it when I put them in their place."

"Ungh! I'm not a slut."

"I think we're going to have to agree to disagree on that point."

"Fuck you."

"Shut up and relax. It gets better if you do."

Fallon did her best to follow the officer's advice. She blocked out the sound of Bill's thighs slapping against her butt cheeks. She relaxed her entire body, focusing her concentration first on her fingertips, then on her hands, then her arms–working her way to her toes. By the time she finished, she was a limp lump of flesh supported only by the restraints. Closing her eyes, she turned her attention to her clit. She was surprised to find that it was still throbbing, and still sending waves of warmth throughout her body. She traced one of those waves to her nipples, but she was helpless to do anything about that one. Fallon let it go and then traced another wave that seemed to connect her clit to her anus. She focused on that connection and found that it was growing in strength the more she thought about it.

Fallon heard a low moaning sound that was competing with the noise of flesh slapping against flesh in a contest for her attention. It took her a moment to realize that the moaning was coming from her. It's working. She rolled her hips as much as the restraints would allow, thereby improving the angle of penetration. Her asshole was no longer fighting against the fleshy invader–it seemed to welcome it.

Bill thrust in and out of Fallon's accommodating asshole with increasing speed. Despite the awkwardness of fucking while standing upright with his hands bound behind his back, he maintained his balance and found a satisfying rhythm. He pumped faster and faster, compelled by the growing pressure in his balls.

Fallon felt the warmth spreading across her skin. The tingling sensation in her crotch was blocking out all other stimuli. Her nipples ached–she wanted to someone to pinch them, but the only person who could was the officer, so she let that thought dissipate. Her clit was throbbing, even without any direct stimulation. The cock in her ass was driving her to unimaginable heights. It feels so good. I can't believe I've never done this before.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! That's...ah! Mmmmmmm! Ah!" Fallon screamed.

The orgasm she craved all night exploded inside her. She pulled against the restraints in an attempt to arch her back. She wanted every inch of Bill's cock buried in her ass. She never wanted the orgasm to end.

"Fuck me! I'm cumming! Fuck me! Ah! Ummmm!" Fallon repeated.

Bill's climax arrived a moment later. A torrent of semen surged from his balls, rocketed up his shaft, and flowed out of his cock. He flooded Fallon's bowels with his seed, pumping a second spurt, a third, and then a fourth. His motions slowed as he descended from the climax. Cum was leaking from Fallon's tight asshole and running down his shaft, making his balls as slippery as his cock.

Bill tried to step back, but Officer Larson pressed the electronic control device against his spine.

"You certainly don't think you're finished already, do you, pervert? By my calculations, that erection should last at least another hour–maybe two. It better not go to waste."

Fallon marveled at the fact that Bill was still hard even after ejaculating inside her seconds earlier. Her ass was now lubricated with his sperm, which allowed him to slide his cock in and out of her more easily. That must have been about twenty minutes. I wonder how long he'll last this time. Ryan usually goes about twice as long in round two, but that's after a thirty-minute recovery period. This is going to be good.

Ninety minutes and countless orgasms later, Fallon passed out on the desk. Her last thought before losing consciousness was the realization that she would be too sore to sit for her wedding dinner. Bill disengaged from her–his cock still erect but red beyond recognition. His balls were emptied of their contents some time ago.



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The black and white police cruiser pulled up to the curb in front of the McKenzie household a little before 5:30 a.m. There was no traffic on the street, the houses were all dark, and the only illumination came from the two street lights suspended from poles at opposite ends of the block.

Officer Larson stepped out of the car and opened the rear door. She dragged Fallon's naked body out of the backseat and deposited her on the front lawn. She stooped to cut the Plasticuffs off her wrists, then turned back toward the vehicle.

"Where are my clothes?" Fallon asked.

"Where you left them–in the alley behind the club."

"I can't go in like this."

"Then I suggest you learn how to weave yourself a grass skirt. And don't forget, unless you want your husband to know precisely how you spent your last night as a single woman, you'll keep your mouth shut. Understand?"

"Yes. I won't say anything. I swear."

"If you do, I promise you I'll be back."

"I might like that."

"No, you won't. If I have to come back, you will definitely regret it."

"Can I call you?"

"Do you really think that's a good idea?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"No. Get in the house and get ready for your wedding. You're supposed to walk down the aisle in less than six hours."

"I didn't know you cared."

"I don't. Get your ass in the house. Your probation starts now."

Officer Larson returned to the cruiser, closed the door, and drove off. Once they rounded the corner, Bill broke out into laughter.

"That was the most fun I've ever had in my life," Bill said. "You were amazing, baby."

"Wasn't I? Sorry if I was a little rough with you."

"Don't worry–that's what sold it. She was too scared to question anything that happened after you tased me."

"The radio call to the dispatcher was a brilliant idea. She had no idea that I was talking to a pre-recorded audio file playing on the laptop."

"Next time, I'll add some static to make it sound more realistic. Anyone who knows anything about radios would have known that was fake."

"Hey, it fooled her. That's all that counts."

A vibrating sound coming from under the seat interrupted the reverie.

"Is that your cell phone, Kelly?"

"Probably. I should pull over and look for it."
Officer Larson parked the car on the side of the road and reached beneath the seat for the cell phone. It had already stopped vibrating before she found it. She held it up and looked at the display.

"Seventeen missed calls, all from that little Mexican whore."

"You might as well call her back now while we're parked."

Kelly hit the redial button and waited for the call to be picked up. When she heard a 'hello,' she switched the phone to speaker.

"What the hell is going on?" the frantic voice screamed through the cell phone.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Selena," Kelly answered. "Everything on my end is under control."

"Don't play stupid with me. Where the hell is Fallon?"

"She's home, where she belongs. Why do you ask?"

"You know god damn well why I'm asking! You were only supposed to cuff her and scare the shit out of her, not kidnap her fat white ass!"

"We agreed that I would have a little fun with her, didn't we?"

"That's what you call fun? Kidnapping the bitch the night before her wedding and forcing the rest of us to look all over hell for her is your idea of 'a little fun?'"

"Apparently, you and I have different definitions of the word. I had fun. My partner had fun. I think your little bride had fun, too."

"Oh my god! You're such an asshole. You don't know what kind of trouble you caused for me."

"Alright, Selena, go pour yourself a shot of tequila and calm down. Before you get your little tuna roll taco all bent out of shape, you need to shut your mouth and listen for a second. Number one, your little friend is home and she has plenty of time to get ready for her wedding. Number two, she's unharmed and for the most part, unmarked. Number three, she isn't going to say anything–I made sure of that. And most importantly, you're still indebted to me for letting you go after that DUI accident you had on New Year's Eve. You have no idea how lucky you were that I wasn't on duty when I took you into custody. So unless you want to see that investigation reopened, I suggest you shut your fucking mouth and start getting your god damned ass over to the church. Are we clear?"

Silence.

"Selena, are we clear?"

"Yes, Kelly, we're clear–crystal clear."

"Good. And don't think for a second that throwing your chubby little friend my way erases your debt. I had some fun with her, but next time it's going to be your bony ass that spends the night in my playroom. Don't call me again. I know where to find you when I need you."

Officer Larson snapped her phone shut, ending the call.

"That was interesting," Bill remarked.

"Little bitch doesn't know who she's messing with."

"Obviously."

"Forget about her–what should we do for fun next month?"

"I don't know yet. I've been thinking about something involving an INS raid on a mango grove down in Homestead, or maybe we could open a Medicaid fraud investigation. I've got a lead on some dick heads selling five dollar bungie cords and then billing the government over a thousand dollars for traction and positioning devices."

"Real criminals this time? Sounds like fun. Dangerous, but fun."

"We'll see. Are you working tonight, babe?"

"Yeah, I have eleven 'til seven. You?"

"Nope. I have the rest of the weekend off."

"Good. You're cooking breakfast, Detective Larson."

"No problem, Officer Larson. As soon as we get that warehouse cleaned out, we'll head home. You can shower off while I fix us something to eat."

"Deal."

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I want to thank my technical advisor, VaBoy; my beta reader, Etaski; and my editor, Cruel2BKind. Their assistance with this story has been invaluable.