This is inspired by a prompt I saw a few days ago by imagineflandus on tumblr.
Imagine… a night of drinking and bad decisions land you alone in a holding cell with a very horny Mac.
As always with my Mac fiction, I'd like to specify that this contains language, abuse, violence, and illicit sex acts. Viewer discretion is advised.
I hope you all thoroughly enjoy this as much as I did. If you make it to the end, please leave a review letting me know what you think!
"You have to get down! The bar tender is staring daggers at you!" Her friend said, tugging her arm and trying to pull her off the counter. She had had one too many shots of Southern Comfort and was feeling a little too loose and free. Her top was unbuttoned and she was swaying to the last few lines of an eighties country song that she barely knew. The jukebox in the old bar was no where near up to date.
She ignored her friends pleas and pulled herself back up, swaying her hips as the music changed to a more upbeat tune. She ran her hands down her breasts and along her toned, bare stomach. Her deft fingers found the button to her pants and she worked aptly at the button and zipper of her jeans.
The music suddenly stopped and she stilled in place. "Miss? You're gonna have to get down." She looked down her nose and found herself looking down at a young man in uniform. "Now I'm askin' nicely. Could you please g-g-get down?"
"Why you gotta ruin my good time?" She slurred, slapping his hand away from her pants leg.
"Officer, I'm sorry. She's not usually like this. We're on Spring Break and she's just letting off some steam. Her boyfriend broke up with her and she's just having a rough time." Her friend explained.
She flopped down on the counter, her ass hitting the polished oak and her legs dangling off the side. "Yeah, officer. I'm just having a rough time. Maybe you could be having one as well?"
"I think that's enough, miss. Let's get your clothes straight and get you on your way." The officer said calmly, taking her hand and trying to help her down.
She managed to plant her feet on the floor, but she had a hard time standing up straight. She pushed the man in uniform firmly backwards. "Get your fucking hands off me you honky pig!"
"Hey, calm down!" Her friend tried to steady her, grabbing her arms and pulling her back.
"That's it! I think we should give you some time to cool off." The officer said, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and wrestling her wrists away from her friends grip.
"I haven't done anything! You can't do this!" She squealed when she heard the metal click into place, her wrists now bound tightly behind her back.
"Now wait!" Her friend pleaded. "I can take her to the motel and get her sobered up. Is all this really necessary Officer...?"
"Morgan. Officer Harley Morgan." He pulled the girl up, standing behind her, ready to lead her out the door. "She insulted an officer of the law, miss. She will be released once she's sobered in the morning. Until then, she's not your problem." He looked over the bar to the old Mexican bartender. "Sorry about all this, Walter."
The man stared back, nodding his appreciation.
Harley carried the girl out the door as she kicked and screamed until her throat was raw and her muscles ached. He put her in the back of his squad car and wasted no time rushing to the police station.
She had calmed down some, wearing herself out with her earlier assaults. He was able to lead her calmly into the holding cell, pushing her to the wall and undoing the hand cuffs. She rubbed her raw wrists and sat on the bench against the wall, now stunned into silence.
"You can come out in the morning once you sober up and apologize." He explained as he locked the gate to the cell. She curled her legs up to her chest and leaned her head back on the concrete wall.
"Now you know better than to threaten me, Mac. Your old man's gonna be real upset when I tell him what you did."
"Like he gives a shit. Do what you have ta do, but don't expect to make it through the night." The voice was rough and dripping in pain and pure sex. It gave her the chills and she sat up straight, causing herself a bit of a headache.
She saw him right away, the dirt and grease that lightly coated his skin did little to hide the handsome face, chiseled cheekbones, the mole above his lip. Those eyes. Clear vibrant blue that made her wobbly knees weak and sent strong shockwaves pooling to the swelling sweet spot between her thighs. Their eyes locked and he gave her a sinister grin, showing off his blackened teeth.
"Who's this?" The older officer asked Harley who was sitting at the desk.
"College girl. Picked her up at the Luna Mesa. Just needs to sober up before morning." He looked over to the man in handcuffs. "What he do this time?"
"Broke down on the side of the road. I found him taking apart the engine, piece by piece. I stopped to help and he flipped out."
"He's obviously high right now."
"Yeah, what's so obvious, Officer Dipshit?" Mac snorted, which landed him a swift kick in the ribs.
"We don't have another cell. Is it safe to put him in there?" Harley asked, showing genuine concern.
"Watch him. I'll be back in an hour or so. He'll behave, right Mac?"
"Oh, I'll be on my best behavior." He smirked, looking directly at the girl in the cell. He licked his lips as he saw inch by inch of her smooth, tanned skin. Her stomach was still exposed as she hadn't bothered to do the buttons on her shirt.
The key clicked in the lock and they shoved the man inside the cell. He flew into the cement wall and they unlocked his hand cuffs, pressing his shoulders into the wall as they did so. "We're watching you. One false move and you're dead, Mac. Bare that in mind." Harley warned before they stepped back and locked the iron gate.
"Think he's out for the night." The 'Mac' character chortled. He of course meant Harley, who was behind the desk snoring. He had leaned back all the way in the desk chair and had his filthy boots on the paper work he was supposed to be filing. "Ye always walk around with yer shirt wide open, sweetheart?"
She blushed, letting her feet down and working on redoing all the buttons, starting at bottom of her blouse.
"Jus' askin' fer trouble." He practically purred. He grabbed her wrists and stopped her motions. "S'wrong? Cat got yer tongue?"
"How about you take your hands off of me?" She managed, her voice raspy and thick. She pulled her hands out of his grip but he only countered her actions with another attack.
This time he gripped her shoulders and pressed her back in the bench. "Ye like the attention, huh? Little drunk college girl ain't get enough attention growin' up. Prolly got daddy issues 'r somethin'. Jus' beggin' fer someone ta make ye feel, huh?"
"You don't know me, Hoss." She tried to shake him off, only causing him to further his grip. Her skin and the tips of his thick fingers turned white from the pressure.
"Yer gonna regret ye said that." He sneered. Before she could speak, his lips were on his. It was a potent cocktail of whiskey and cigarettes with a bitter taste she couldn't quite pinpoint and the sickening taste of decay and rot in his blackened teeth. All she could smell was the musky scent of man mixed with grease. It was intoxicating, and in her inebriated state, she found it hard to say no. Her desire pooled between her legs and she was whimpering at his touch before he even found the clasp of her bra.
One of his hands clamped around her throat as he worked her blouse over her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground of the cell. Her bra straps fell easily after that and he clamped his teeth onto a nipple, pulling gently and causing her to arch her back into his touch, allowing him full access to her chest. The asphyxiation made her light headed, the alcohol made her dizzy, and she found herself allowing herself to fall to the mercy of this demon of a man she was exposed to.
"Up." He growled. She managed to follow instruction and he worked on her jeans, pushing them to her ankles. Her panties followed close behind. "I'mma show you how a real man does it."
"Just fuck me already." She groaned, her voice thick with lust.
He pushed her backwards until her back slammed into the gate of the holding cell. He gripped her throat tightly, using his free hand to grab her wrists and hold them high over her head. His mouth once again found her perky little breast, ravaging her dusky pink nipples, already hard and tight to his touch. He groaned in approval.
He knelt down, never loosening his grip just enough to place bite along her rib cage and stomach. From that angle he could smell her arousal, practically dripping down her thighs. His dick was raging, digging into his zipper and itching to be buried deep inside of her. He spun her around quickly, her face fell between two of the cold metal bars and she moaned, arching her backside against the large bulge in his pants and releasing a bit of the pressure for him. He placed her hands on two of the bars and gripped onto them with out question.
He grabbed his belt and worked it open. He ripped it from the loops on his pants and snapped the worn leather against her lush ass cheeks. She squealed, shaking her ass for him and wiggling her rounded hips. Her cheeks turned red before his eyes and he bit his lip. He couldn't wait much longer. He ripped his jeans open and his enormous hard-on flopped out and the tip barely touched her perky little ass cheek. She moaned, grinding backwards, not loosening her grip on the bars. He growled, wrapping his arms around the girls middle and pulled her back flush with his chest. The head of his cock ground between her ass cheeks and he lifted her slightly, aligning their hips until he was grinding between her wet folds, rubbing against her clit and grinding towards her tight little opening. His lips were against her ear. "Tell me whatcha want."
"You." She moaned. "Get inside of me."
He clamped his teeth down on the spot where her shoulder met her neck and grunted as she screamed in pain mixed with pleasure. With a quick thrust, he slid right home, plunging his cock into her clenching, hot pussy. "Shit." She moaned.
He ran his hands up and down her sides, roaming from the pelvic bones protruding from her feminine hips to the perky breasts that bounced and swayed as he pulled her back onto his thick member. He pinched her nipples and bit his lower lip as she ground her ass onto his groin, deepening his thrusts and furthering their pleasure. Her hands never left the prison bars and she was worried her face might have linear bruises in the morning, but in her drunken, sex-crazed state, she couldn't seem to care. She was painfully aware that their captor may wake up at any moment, and boy would he get an eyeful when he did. She tried to control her composure, but Mac was hitting spots inside of her that she never knew she had, places no one was ever big enough or talented enough to discover. "My God, don't fucking stop! Don't you dare fucking stop!" She managed, her throat still aching. "Harder!"
"Dirty fuckin' cunt. Yer gonna make me love you." He growled into her ear, taking the soft lobe between his teeth and biting down. He grabbed her clit between two fingers and began yanking and massaging. "Whose nasty little slut are ye?"
"Yours." She whimpered. "I'm all yours."
He grinned, all too pleased with himself. "Beg fer it, sweetheart."
"Please." She pleaded, a sweet, sad sound that made Mac even harder, if that was at all possible. He pulled back, withdrawing himself all the way out before plunging deep inside of her in one quick motion. His balls smacked against her tight little pussy as she came, fast and hard. Her muscles clenched around his throbbing cock and milked him dry. There was no escape. The noises they made were reminiscent of mating lions. She jerked against him a few more times before he managed to withdraw his flaccid dick. She spun around and grabbed his neck, pulling his mouth to hers and roaming his mouth with her tongue.
"Harley! Shifts up!" The sheriff shouted. He rounded the corner and promptly covered his eyes. "Jesus Christ, Mac! This is how you spend confinement?"