CHAPTER 8 – Backhand
Edward's POV :
"Mr. Cullen may I have a word ?", a silky male voice came into my office one day after school.
"Come in.", I frowned at him as he stood at my desk. I sat up higher in my chair…feeling under dressed in my shorts and t shirt when he strolled in with his shirt, slacks, and tie.
"My apologies.", he said without meaning it, "This is quite serious."
"What is it now ?", I looked up at him, waiting with impatient eyes.
"Recently, it has come to my attention that there is some…inappropriate behavior going on in your class, Mr. Cullen.", he began.
This wasn't the first time he tried to get me. New year, new Dr. Carlisle, I guess. I almost yawned.
"Again ?", I asked him, "How many times are you going to try and smear my name in this school with no proof whatsoever ?"
"I have proof.", he raised a serious eyebrow at me.
"What proof ?", I asked, not panicking.
"I received a letter…", he began.
I gasped.
"A…letter ?", I put a hand to my chest, "Oh my GOD."
"This is a copy of it.", he handed it to me as I snatched it out of his hand, curling my lips up in an amused bow as I looked at it.
"Dear Dr. Carlisle", I read aloud, "I was a student at your school last year and I need to tell you about the horrible things that happened to me there. Mr. Cullen was my gym teacher and one day in October he gave me detention for not playing well enough-"
"What is this ?", I stopped and tossed it back to him, "Another little girl pissed off because I rode her a little hard in class…"
"You rode her alright.", he snatched the copy up and read further down, "He tied me up and whipped my body until I bled. He raped me many times against my will."
I almost laughed in his face, it was better than looking angry.
"Oh, please !", I stood up, the chair almost hitting the floor behind me, "I'm not going to stand here and listen to this shit !"
"Oh, you will listen to it.", he argued back, "I'm going right to the Dean with this immediately. You can tell your story to the police."
He was on his way out of my office when I said, "Stop, Carlisle."
I thought he would just argue with me…but then he really stopped…and froze in place there, as if I paused a tape.
I slowly walked up to him…he was like a statue. I snapped my fingers but he didn't move.
"Huh.", I looked him over, "Sweet."
Since drinking Bella's blood everything was easier, and my powers stronger. I used to have a difficult time compelling Dr. Carlisle…but now he instantly obeyed me.
"Give me that letter.", I ordered him…he handed the copy right over. I looked it over again, trying to glean the author from the details. It was smartly devoid of anything I could identify her with.
"Who wrote this ?", I asked him blankly.
"I don't know.", his voice was empty as he spoke, "She didn't sign it."
"Give me the real letter.", I said, squinting at his face.
The dolt went into his folder he was holding and he pulled the real letter out. I rolled my eyes.
"Dolt.", I sneered, taking it, "You had it ON YOU ?"
I smelled it…I knew who it was.
"I'll keep these.", I stated, "Do you have anything else ?"
"No, Mr. Cullen.", his voice said robotically.
"It was a good effort.", I raised a brow, "So I won't hurt you…this time. You're lucky I'm a patient man. Next time I won't be so…forgiving. Do you understand ?"
"Yes, Mr. Cullen.", he said, his eyes looking a bit concerned….as if he were trying to fight me somehow.
"What ?", I asked him.
"Please…", he breathed as if it hurt him to say the words, "Please…don't…harm the girl…"
I smiled at him.
"Aww…", I tilted my head as I looked at him, "Aren't you a sweet heart ? Don't concern yourself with the girl. I will handle it."
He still looked stressed but he didn't move.
I had a thought and smiled more.
"You will take all your clothes off and chase the janitor, professing your love for him….", I said…and he was about to walk again.
"No wait.", I stopped him, "Now that you're under control you may prove to be useful. Go on about your day. Forget all of this. Get out. And next time you come to my office, KNOCK first."
"Yes Mr. Cullen.", he said and walked out quickly.
I had to pay a little visit to Princeton, NJ. Lauren was going to NEED God when I got my hands on her.
The next day, Lauren was sitting in her college class. And when she glanced casually out the window to look over the grounds outside…she froze. I was standing there, watching her from a distance. Only she would see me.
She screamed out….and I vanished from her view. The professor asked her what was wrong.
"I don't feel well.", she stood, tears in her eyes, "I have to go…I'll be right back…"
She ran out of the classroom…trying to run from me. Stupid little girl.
She had made it to her dorm room…no one was there in the middle of the day. Rushing to the bathroom, she flung the door open and went inside…closing the door behind her. She turned the water on in the sink…getting some water on her face…she looked at herself in the mirror…seeing her dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders…her frightened face…her brown eyes staring back at her in shock.
She cried and grabbed her own hair…turning to pull the shower curtain open…a hot shower would help her calm down.
"Guess again.", I seethed as I stood there in her shower.
I was always a big fan of Alfred Hitchcock and the movie Psycho. This was a direct reverse of Norman's little episode on the outside of the shower at the Bates Motel.
She tried to scream but my hand was faster.
I pressed her against the wall and held her mouth shut.
I gave her a moment to sob as she realized the dire fucking situation, she was now in.
I smirked down at her terrified face.
"Hello, Lauren.", I greeted her warmly, sarcastically, "Remember me ?"
She tried to struggle and push me away…that was funny.
"I told you I'd come visit you.", I reminded her, "How have you been, my love ?"
She started to try and beg for her life but I held my finger up, silencing her.
"Shut up…", I said, "Shut. Up."
A tear fell from her eye as I took a breath and stared at her.
"You SHOULD be fucking scared…", I nodded, "You should be fucking TREMBLING right now. Oh…you are. Good."
"Have we been writing letters ?", I asked her sweetly.
She shook her head and tried to deny it.
"You stupid BITCH", I grabbed her throat, "I KNOW your scent! And I know where you LIVE ! How did YOU get into PRINCETON ?!"
She was really out of control now…crying even harder.
"I said silence.", I squeezed her throat a bit…she quieted. I released her neck.
"You are DAMN lucky that I have decided NOT to harm you.", I announced, "This time."
She trembled harder….and then she pissed herself. I looked down at her and gave a chuckle.
"You may keep your wet pants on for the rest of the day.", I grinned, "And if you EVVVVVERRRR write, come to, or even dream of that school again…I will END you…slowly…so slowly…that you will lose your MIND before I give you the sweet relief of death. And your HORRIBLE experiences at Thornwood will seem like a wet dream."
I let that sink in for a minute. She was shaking her head…crying like a baby. It was a threat I had no intention of keeping, but she didn't know that. Now, I would only kill if there was absolutely no other way. And certainly not these little girls. They were harmless.
I took my hand off her mouth.
"Say you understand.", I stared into her soul through her eyes…
"I understand.", she cried, "I'm sorry. I'll never say anything ever again…about you…I just –"
"I don't care, I don't want to hear it.", I seethed, taking the original letter from my back pocket.
I ripped it into pieces…and said, "Open."
She opened her mouth and I stuffed a few pieces of the paper into her mouth.
"Eat it.", I demanded. She chewed the paper instantly.
I kept feeding it to her…little by little…she didn't argue. I just stared her down as she kept chewing and swallowing.
Tears kept falling down her face…she was thinking I was about to kill her…bite her…drink her…good. Let her think that.
When she was finished, I gave her something else to think about.
"You could've KILLED Dr. Carlisle by writing such a letter to him.", I stated, "The old me would've killed you both. You can thank your imaginary God for this second chance."
She nodded her head violently, saying she would never try this again.
I gave her throat one big squeeze…cutting off her air completely…she turned a bit red…choking and gagging…I was nose to nose with her…watching…then as she was about to faint, I let her go.
She slumped to the floor…holding her neck…gasping and coughing as she kept me in her eyes.
"Don't ever be this stupid again.", I warned her, "It's not healthy."
I was sure I would never see HER again.
Bella's POV:
I was driving back to school. Mr. Cullen had asked me to pick up some supplies from a store in town. It was a big box, taped up. I thought it best not to look into the box. I just put it in the trunk and was on my way back when a red light started to glow behind me. A siren soon followed…the police ! I could see a black and white car close behind me.
For a split second I thought of James. I don't think he would come at me this way. But if it was him, I would know upon seeing him. Then I would drive off. That's what I told myself. Deep down, I was scared.
Now, my Dad had taught me things about being pulled over by a policeman. Don't argue…but answer his questions. Don't make any sudden moves…be polite, etc.
I was pulled over already and I reached to my glove compartment to retrieve my registration and insurance card…I had little tears in my eyes already. It was still sunny and clear out…it wasn't night so that was good I guessed.
I could see the chest of the officer as he approached my side of the car. I took a breath and put my hand on the wheel, my other hand holding my cards.
The uniform was a black color and a silver badge was the first thing to catch my eye. I looked up and he leaned down a bit, letting his face show.
A pair of mirror sunglasses shined back at me…and a very white face was staring back at me…a long, perfect nose, triangular at the tip, and very lush, full pink lips in a stern line greeted me. His hair was showing…no hat on his head…and it was a dazzling messy wet looking head of copper brown hair.
I smiled, a thrill going through me. I got a good look at him in this uniform…wow…his shirt had short sleeves and the arms were spectacular. He looked angry…but calm in his demeanor…even worse than Mr. Cullen.
"Hi, officer.", I smiled more. Is it wrong to flirt with a police officer ?
"Good afternoon.", his voice was ice, "Do you know why I pulled you over ?"
Because you love me. Because you want me. My mind was so funny today. I would never say it though.
"Ummm..", I bit my bottom lip nervously, "No, I don't…did I do something wrong ?"
His hands were on his belt, resting there as he raised a brow, huffing to himself and glancing up the road.
"You have a tail light out.", he informed.
"I do ?", I asked, "Which one ?"
"And…", he cut in, "You were speeding."
I looked at my speedometer, as if it would tell me something NOW that I was stopped.
"I was ?", I asked, "How fast was I going ?"
He gave me a very strict look. The black, perfectly groomed eyebrows rose a bit above the sunglasses. It chilled me.
"65 miles per hour.", he stated, "The speed limit is 45. For the grown ups, that means 20 miles over the speed limit."
I felt my mouth frown, not liking the grown ups remark.
"Well, I usually drive very slowly, officer.", I didn't want to deny what he said…but he was lying.
"I just got my license and I am very careful always when I drive.", I assured him.
"License and registration please.", he sighed.
I handed it right over to him.
"Oh, we know the drill, hmm?", he looked over my cards and license, "Who is…Edward Cullen ?"
I almost laughed. My pimp. Why couldn't I say these things ? He would love it. I'm not sure my ass would, though.
I was told by Master to be difficult and bratty and fight back before we played our horse games…and that was so fun. I wonder if I should do that again now. I DID pay dearly for being a brat during that day…after that Sybian thing I forgot how to speak for two hours !
"Umm", I began and he took an annoyed breath.
"Please don't say umm again.", he cut me off, "It bothers me. Speak like an adult. You can do it."
I took a breath and let that one go.
"Mr. Cullen is my teacher at Thornwood Academy.", I said, "He asked me to go get some things for the school."
"This is his car ?", he asked me.
"Well…yes…but he gave it to me.", I said.
"Your teacher GAVE you a car.", he stated, making sure he had the story right.
Oh yea. That sounded like a lie.
"Yes.", I replied, not adding anything to that.
"Why would he do that ?", he asked me.
Because I make him scream when he comes.
"I don't know, you'd have to ask HIM.", I answered, my tone a little rude now.
"Then it would surprise you that this car was reported stolen ?", he tilted his head at me.
"No, it wasn't.", I felt my eyes squint a little…and made them go back to normal. He almost smiled at me.
He leaned in and whispered, "Yes it WAS. I guess Edward Cullen doesn't like you as much as you thought."
"I guess not.", I agreed.
"Driving an unsafe vehicle…", he looked over the car, "And speeding when you saw me behind you…and driving a stolen vehicle…"
He slowly shook his head…"Not a great start, Miss…Swan."
He'd said that as if he had to look at my license first.
"Is this your real driver's license ?", he asked me, comparing my face to the one on the license.
"Yes.", I frowned again.
"Do you have anything else to tell me before I search your vehicle ?", he asked, the sunglasses still on, giving his face a very sinister look. He was looking into the back seat…and I looked too, seeing nothing but my purse.
Charlie had warned me about this one. I knew what to say.
"Will I find any weapons or controlled substances ?", he asked me, smugly, the air of authority in his voice.
"Umm.", I let it slip out as he tensed visibly, "Oh…sorry…I…don't give you…permission to search my vehicle. Sorry."
Charlie told me I could say that. Let's see how he likes THAT one. I didn't have anything to hide but…some cops planted things in cars.
"Excuse me ?", his voice was deadly now, "Are you refusing an officer's request ?"
I struggled to speak now…nothing was coming out except…"Uhhh…uhhhhh"
"Are you back talking me ?", he frowned more, even through the sunglasses I could tell his eyes were smoldering.
"No, no !", I swallowed dryly, "No, sir."
His hand reached up and opened the car door, saying, "Step out of the car."
The little bing was sounding as it always did when the car door opened. I was frozen.
"What ?", my voice squeaked.
"Step OUT of the vehicle.", he repeated a bit louder.
He stood back a step, his hand around the frame of the window as he waited for me.
"I—I—", I stammered as I stepped out of the car.
He slammed the car door shut and pushed me against the window of the back seat as I yelped in surprise. He held my face and body to the hard glass and metal of the car…and began to search me.
"I—", was all I could get out of my mouth as his large hands shoved at the back of my neck…then groped and squeezed me around the breasts…then around my back…then down my body…at my waist…then my ass as I screamed out briefly.
Then he was moving his hands around my inner thighs, manipulating and releasing as I squealed, tears springing into my eyes again.
"I don't…have anything.", I heard my voice crack as I spoke.
"I'm going to search your vehicle.", he informed slowly, "Don't move from this spot, Miss Swan."
I almost forgot he was Edward for a second. I nodded, too afraid to talk right now.
He opened all the doors…moving his hands around inside the back seat…checking the front seat…and underneath…then he went to the trunk, opening it.
I was trying to get my breathing under control. I wasn't expecting this today. I guess that was his plan, to catch me off guard.
"What's in this box ?", he moved so he could see me again.
"I don't know.", I breathed, "Supplies for gym class."
Probably some more volleyballs that hate me and can't wait to hurl themselves into my face.
He went back behind the car and I heard something ripping open. He was opening the box. This is such a violation of my rights. Charlie would be pissed.
"Gym class.", his voice said wryly and he came over to me, taking my arm, "Come with me."
He dragged me behind the car and showed me the opened box. There were dozens of ziplock baggies there, filled with white powder. My mouth fell open.
"Must be one hell of a gym class.", he smirked proudly.
"That's not mine.", I heard myself saying, knowing no one would ever buy that one.
He huffed again, amused by my answer. Yea…criminals NEVER said THAT.
"Come back.", he said, moving me back to the side of my car, "I'm sorry to delay your gym class, but you're going to have to come with me."
My head was spinning as he took out his handcuffs and the click of them sang out as he took my right wrist into his hand and pinned it behind me, slapping the cuff over it, closing it as it gritted into place.
Then he had my other wrist and that was being cuffed too. I almost repeated that Mr. Cullen sent me to get this box but I didn't want to incriminate him, even in play. He'd have killed me for that.
"Wait, wait !", I found my voice, "Listen…my father is Charlie Swan…he's the Chief of Police in Forks."
I hated using him to get out of trouble. I was such a woos.
"Oh is he ?", the officer smiled as if I was off the hook now.
"Yes !", I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, well in that case…", he said, and he jerked me even harder towards his police car, "I don't care."
Crap. This used to work for me in Forks. I guess I'm not IN Forks anymore.
"You have the right to remain silent…", he began, "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you."
I had heard this before. It was not my first time being arrested. But this was scarier to me.
"Forks.", he gave a dark chuckle, "This is Wisconsin, little girl."
"OW!", I complained as he opened the back seat of his car and put his hand on my head, lowering it and pushing me inside, slamming the door just as I got my feet out of the way of the door.
I was laying on my side and I quickly sat up, the cage between me and the front seat.
He went back to my car and took the opened box, slamming the trunk and locking the doors. He came back to the police car and tossed the torn open box on the passenger seat beside him. He had my license, registration, and insurance card and he sat in the front seat, slamming the door.
Taking his radio into his hand, he pressed the button and spoke into it.
"Computer check on Swan, Isabella.", he said, "License number SAM - 34893 4987 22435"
I shivered, just looking at the back of his head, my stomach truly turning. A lot would come up.
"Copy that.", a female voice said back.
He sighed, waiting, glancing back at me for a second.
The woman's voice came back on.
"Swan, Bella. Shoplifting, fleeing an officer, breaking and entering, theft, drinking and driving…assault…vandalism…"
As the charges rattled off, he slowly turned his head towards me and this slow, evil smile spread across his lips…it was like the Grinch !
My leg began to shake against my will.
"Thank you. Copy that.", he said into the radio, starting the car.
"It looks like you've been a very naughty little girl.", he surmised, driving away from my car, "I guess we can add drug possession to the list. Possession with intent to sell…drug trafficking…stolen vehicle."
The inside of my chest felt hot and I didn't like that at all.
"It's not stolen.", I said. Like that was the worst of my problems. He did not answer me.
"Where are we going ?", I found myself asking.
"To the station.", he answered curtly, "I can't wait to talk to Charlie Swan and inform him his daughter is in jail."
I wanted to say something…but I had no words. He had gotten that call many times.
"Chief of police.", he muttered to himself, "If my kids shamed me that way, I'd break their legs."
I felt a deadly look coming out of my eyes as I looked at his perfect hair.
"You have kids ?", I asked.
"Thank the fucking Christ, no.", he replied.
I looked out the side window, blinking, wishing I was tougher.
I thought about flirting with him but that just made me laugh to myself.
"Is something funny back there ?", he asked without turning his head.
"No, Sir.", I quickly answered, shutting up.
A couple of minutes later, we were on some stretch of highway that looked like no other cars were driving on but us. I looked around and saw him turning, going down a dirt road…then downward…down a hill…then we were underneath a bridge or something…it was darker here…and very hidden.
The car stopped abruptly and I froze as he opened his door and stepped out, slamming it. He came to my door and opened it, grabbing me by the hair and yanking me out.
"This is not the police station.", I said in shock as he moved me towards the hood of the police car.
"Clever girl.", he complimented, "No it's not. Nothing escapes you, does it, Miss Swan ?"
He leaned me onto my back on the hood of the car and held me by the neck firmly.
"What are you doing ?", I asked, "You're not allowed to –"
"Silence.", he squeezed my throat a little, "Are you listening ?"
I nodded.
"Good.", he grinned, his eyes sexy and evil in those sunglasses, "Here's the deal. You have the option of either coming to the station with me…and going away for a loonnnggg, long time without your precious teacher, Mr. Cullen…OR…"
He smiled down at me, looking over my body…I looked too, seeing my little white shorts and blue tank top.
"You can be a good little girl…", he softly moved his fingers over my hair, moving it away from my cheek, "And do what you're told."
He moved his finger along my bottom lip and I trembled. His hand cupped under my face as he held me.
"And maybe…if you're very good….", he grinned, "I can put a word in with someone…and you could just…go about your business…"
"Go home to Mr. Cullen…", his voice went on softly, and his hand struck my cheek once…then again…it was not a hard slap but enough to get my attention.
"And to your sweet…", he slapped me again, "Sweet…(another slap)…little school."
"What school is it ?", he grabbed my hair and turned me so I was facing the hood of the car now, shoving me down on it.
"Thornwood Academy.", I answered, a bit dazed from the face slapping.
"What was it ?"
"Thornwood !", I panted a bit.
"Yes.", he said, "Thornwood. And then we wouldn't have to call Daddy and bother him with all this."
He paused.
"So, what do you say ?", he asked, raising me off the car hood and turning me to face him, on my feet.
"What do you SAY ?", he repeated, waiting calmly.
"Okay.", I breathed, wincing as he pulled me up on my toes by my hair.
"What ?", he asked, putting my mouth near his ear.
"Okay !", I said louder.
"See ?", he yanked the sunglasses off his face and tossed them aside, making my stomach leap as his eyes burned into me now, two flaming pools of golden fire, "OKAY…is not the answer I was looking for. It's not even a real word, actually."
He HATES the word okay.
His hand clutched my chin and he bent me forward towards him a bit as he gave my face another light slap.
He grabbed my neck and lifted me up a bit higher, saying, "Let's try this again. What. Do you. Say ?"
His lips were right next to my face now…and then he put his ear close to my mouth as he waited for my new answer.
"Yes, Sir.", I offered, almost asking it.
"WHAT ?!", he slapped my cheek again, his ear still there, waiting.
"YES SIR !", I shouted out, this face slapping was starting to piss me off deep down inside.
"Louder !", he tapped my face again.
"YES, SIR !", I said louder this time.
"Excellent.", he said, "Good choice. It's tragic what happens to little girls like you in prison. I'd hate to see that happen to a cute little thing like you. Not to mention…Mr. Cullen won't have to go to jail either. I'm sure he'll really appreciate your sacrifice."
He took my neck and brought my face to his…and his lips roughly kissed me…his mouth opened and his tongue devoured mine…his hand gripped my throat as I struggled to breathe.
"MMMMM", was all I could say as he kept ramming his tongue down into my throat. But somehow I found it hard to move my tongue with his and cooperate.
Finally, he stopped and looked over my face…his dark golden eyes were like brass as he smirked at me.
"Good girl.", he appraised me, "Relax. Just pretend I'm your boyfriend. You're going to do a LOT of pretending today, slut."
"Try again.", he waited this time for me to kiss him, "Come on."
He opened his mouth and I put my lips to his…kissing him with all the passion that I always gave to my Master. It was a long, wonderful kiss full of heat and want.
"Better.", he said after he pulled away, still holding me by the hair.
"You're gonna work HARD to get out of this.", he informed me, "I don't want to push you all day. You'd better be a lot more enthusiastic, you hear me ?"
"Yes Sir.", I answered.
"Good.", he replied curtly, his arm around my neck now, "Keep your tongue out. Stick it out, all the way."
I did, feeling like an idiot.
"That's right. Keep it out.", he ordered, grabbing the tip of my tongue with his fingers…
"UUGGHHH", I said as he pulled me with him, by the tongue.
"Let's take a walk, pretty girl.", he suggested, taking me around towards the other side of the car…he bent me over and my upper half into the opened window of the car….and he began to slide my white shorts down.
"Oh noooooo, please…", I heard myself whimper….and he yanked me back out.
"What happened ?", he slapped my cheek, "Where's that tongue ? What did I say ? Stick it out…and leave it out."
I stuck it back out.
"You're not being very good so far.", he warned me, "Follow directions, Bella Swan. It's a simple request."
I kept my tongue out, not saying anything else.
"If I see it go back in…", he warned, "I'm not going to be very happy."
"I'm sorry Sir.", I said and he looked at me like I was so stupid.
"Why ?", he grabbed my neck, "Why ?"
"Do you WANT to go to jail ?", he asked me, pushing my back against the car, "Do you want Mr. Cullen to go to jail ?"
"No Sir…", I said keeping my tongue out for the most part.
"Why do you want to make me so sad ?", he asked, pulling at my tank top, ripping it down the middle…as I grunted, keeping my tongue out.
My white bra was there and he just tore the center out, making the cups fall off and to my sides.
I screamed, my tongue out as he pinched my nipples, one in each hand, and lifted me up by them a bit.
"I don't, Sir !", I said, sticking my tongue out again.
"You don't ?", he asked, "Then stick it out then !"
"Do what you're told.", he said, slapping his fingers over my outstretched tongue as I winced, "And…keep. It. Out. " He delivered a slap to my tongue with each word.
He yanked on my nipples again, harder. And I screamed. My tongue went back in when I screamed, too, and he didn't like that.
"See ?", he frowned, yanking at my nipples again, "Let's try again. OUT."
I put my tongue out and when he pulled on my nipples this time I kept it out…panting a little.
"There we go.", he grinned at me, "Now you're getting it."
He pulled me forward by my half ripped tank top and pulled the straps off my shoulders as I gave a little yell.
"A little slow…but you got there eventually.", he added.
"How about we do a little cavity search, huh ?", he asked me, putting my upper half back into the open window of the car.
I kept my tongue out, even if he couldn't see me. I felt him pulling my shorts down, the panties too.
"Feet wide apart.", he kicked them apart and it made me rest on my stomach on the car.
"What a sweet little ass this is.", he complimented, squeezing the cheeks, "Nice and tight. I like that."
"UUGGGHHH", I protested with my tongue out as he spread my ass cheeks and inserted a finger inside…making me scream louder now.
"Oh, come on…", he said, "It's just one finger…don't tell me you don't love things going into your ass."
"A little whore like you…", he shoved in deeper, "I'll bet you always have things in your ass, don't you ?"
He routed around in there, searching for buried treasure or something…finally he withdrew and said, "No contraband in there…that's good."
"How about in here ?", he began to finger my pussy, "Let's search in here next."
He inserted his two fingers and said, "Oh wait…do I have your permission to search in here ? You know so much about the law, being a Chief's daughter…"
He delivered a very hard slap to my ass as I shouted out.
"I said…do I have your permission to search here ?", he demanded.
"Yes, Sir.", I whimpered.
"That's what I thought you said.", he kept probing inside me, "I would HATE to violate your civil rights."
He yanked me out of the window and spun me around to face him. And I was so scared I didn't have my tongue out.
He gritted his teeth and shoved me down against the car, down on my naked ass.
"What did you do ?", he scolded me like a dog who'd had an accident as his black pants where his cock was nearly touched my face…"What did you do ?"
I stuck my tongue out, not saying anything in my defense.
He held me by the top of my hair and began to unbuckle his pants.
"I hate repeating myself.", he was tense again, "And I shouldn't have to tell you something a million times, should I ?"
He was taking his penis out and it was erect and long.
I shook my head no at him and my tongue was out as he slapped his cock against my tongue.
Then he leaned into me and pushed his cock deep into my open mouth…then leaned back, moving it almost all the way out as I looked up at him.
"What does that make ME ?", he asked as he slowly began to push into my throat…then withdraw…
"It doesn't make me happy. And you said you would make me happy. At this rate, you're going to be fucked by prison women in no time."
"UHHHH", I protested again as he shoved back into my mouth deeper this time, and I cried a little imagining life in prison without Master.
"We could go to the station right now.", he pushed into my throat and made me gag.
He began to unbutton his shirt now…"We could call your Daddy…"
I shook my head and kept sucking him as he moved in and out of me…unbuttoning his cuffs at his wrists.
"And we can tell him his little baby is in Wisconsin…selling drugs for her pimp teacher boyfriend…at the fancy school he's paying for….", he continued as I growled a little, his cock gagging me with each thrust.
"Nooo….", I tried to say between thrusts.
"Oh yes…", he said, "That would be it for you at Thornwood Academy…you'd NEVER see your little teacher again…"
I whimpered, hating the sound of that too.
"Would your Daddy like to know that you've been fucking your teacher?", he asked, pumping harder now, "Not to mention selling drugs with him ? Little Bella got caught doing naughty things she shouldn't be doing at school…"
He said the last sentence with a little baby voice, mocking me.
Now his shirt was off and his pants were down just enough to expose his perfect little ass and cock.
He let his cock rest in my throat and held it there…making me choke a little…
"And how would Mr. Cullen like to know that you're out here sucking my dick right now ?", he asked.
He pulled his cock out and stuck his balls in my face.
"You suck those balls, bitch.", he demanded, "And do it as if your ass depends on it…because it does."
I opened my mouth and sucked him there…it was the best smell and taste in the world…I had to do some acting to seem like I hated it.
'I don't think you're all that GOOD of a girl after all.", he held my hair, making my face move into his cock more.
"We'll see.", he stated, "I'll test you later."
He growled, enjoying my mouth so far…he yanked me to my feet and spun me around, into the window again, facing inside the back seat.
He kicked my feet apart again and stuck his cock right into my ass. I screeched out in pain at the sudden violation but he was fucking me already, his grunts and moans arousing me.
Suddenly, he grabbed the bottom strands of my hair and pulled me out of the car, almost standing up straight as he pounded me, my ass slapping against his hips. I screamed, growling as the sensations turned from pain to pleasure…a mix of both.
"Tongue out.", he grabbed my tongue with his thumb and finger…pinching it and holding it out as my face looked straight up.
One hand of his was clutching at my breast as he kept riding me. He groaned and pulled on my tongue with more force.
Then he was rubbing his fingers in and out of my mouth, against my tongue…he always loved the sensation in my mouth…he said it was so hot in there that his fingers loved being inside.
In another instant, I was back on my knees, and his cock was in my mouth again…my throat making GUUU GUUU GUUUU sounds as he hit the back of it with each stroke.
"Yesss…", he was drowning me with his cock and my own saliva…"Show me how good you want to be…"
Then I was standing again…and he bent me over the hood of the car now.
"Spread your ass cheeks.", he ordered as I used my hands to open them.
"That's a good girl.", he put the head of his cock against my asshole, "Show me you're a very good girl."
He fucked me again in my ass as I moaned out to the sky…he seemed to fuck me there forever…then he withdrew and bent down to get my shorts and panties around my ankles.
"Step out.", he said and I stepped a foot out as he removed them…then the other foot…he took the garments away and laid me back on the hood of the car.
"Open.", he pulled my legs apart and stabbed his mouth down into my pussy.
"MMMM", he licked and sucked me…"Sooo wet…you little slut."
"You're loving this.", he bit and sucked my clit without mercy.
Then a few minutes later he spun me again…putting one of my legs up, knee on the hood, and entered my asshole again…his voice a song of growls and grunts.
His hand clamped down over my nose and mouth as I screamed again…the intensity of it almost too much…I was silent as he denied me air…then a minute later he released me and let me breathe.
I let out a very jagged roar as he kept pounding me, the car making sounds as we moved against the metal….
"Are you complaining ?", he asked me as he continued.
"No Sir, no Sir !", I groaned.
"Tell me how much you like it…", he kept moving.
"I like it so much Sir.", I sounded afraid and weak, "So much !"
"Beg me for more.", he tapped his hand across the back of my head, "Beg me."
"Please Sir, please, fuck me more…", I pleaded, "Please…don't stop, please Sir !"
"Where do you want it ?", he asked me.
"Anywhere you want, Sir.", I answered.
"Ahh good…", he clutched his fingers around my mouth, "Good girl."
I was screeching like a banshee suddenly, out of control in my body…he grabbed my hair in back and said, "Come. Come for me, slut."
I did let out a wail that scared the birds away…and I came so hard…everything inside me was spasming joyfully.
He began to slow a bit in his fucking…I knew he wasn't close to coming himself yet…but he slowed to a stop at last, his voice sounding very satisfied though.
"Keep the tongue out.", he clutched my hair again, making me lick right and left across the hood of the car, "Yea…lick that…"
He pulled me and was making me lick the side of the car as we went…and at the opened window of the driver's seat, he threw my left leg up and into the opening…my other leg down. Then he inserted his cock into my pussy this time as I cried out.
I had my tongue out as he kept pumping in and out of me…holding my leg to secure me against the car.
"Oh fuck…yesss…", he growled as he took me again and again.
I was so dizzy and weak when he stopped that I could hardly say anything. He pulled out and sat me down on the ground…
"Stay.", he pointed at my face.
He went to the trunk of the car and opened it. He pulled out an orange jumpsuit and came over to me.
"Get up.", he ordered.
I struggled to stand up, using the car as leverage as my hands were cuffed behind me.
He uncuffed me but held me by my hair.
"Put this on.", he handed me the jumpsuit. I fumbled with it at first but he yanked my hair until I had my feet in the large pantholes…and I pulled it up, putting my arms into it. He came in front of me and zipped it up.
Then he spun me around and handcuffed me again.
"What are you doing ?", I asked, "You said you'd let me go."
His eyes flashed an evil glint as he frowned and pulled my face to his.
"You will go when I SAY you can go.", he revealed, "Not a fucking second before. Say 'yes Sir'."
"Yes Sir.", I whimpered.
"Again."
"Yes, Sir.", I said with more clarity.
"In the car.", he brought me to the backseat again, opening the door, putting a hand over my head as he shoved me inside, closing the door behind me.
I sat up and looked as he gathered up my torn clothes…tossing them into the trunk…slamming it shut.
He dressed himself back into his uniform as I watched him. Then he slammed his hand on the window and shouted, "What are YOU looking at ?"
"Nothing, Sir.", I looked down, letting my hair cover my face.
He got into the car, completely put together again…and we were driving.
For awhile we drove on these creepy empty highways…
"Sir…", I dared to ask, "Where are we going ?"
He didn't answer me.
I got a chill in my bones, thinking of all the places we COULD be going. He could be taking me to bury me somewhere out here. Of course, I knew Master wouldn't do that to me…but it was part of the game…to get into this headspace.
I couldn't control the way my breathing began to sound…like I was really terrified.
I swallowed and asked, "Wasn't I good ? I did everything you said…"
"You were average.", he finally spoke to me, so indifferent.
I felt a bit of fury rise up inside me.
"When do I get my phone call ?", I asked him, "If I'm still under arrest…I should get a phone call. That's the law."
"Who will you call ?", he asked curiously, "Mr. Cullen ? Or Daddy ?"
I set my jaw again.
"I don't have to answer that.", I stated.
"And I don't have to give you your phone call until I'm damn good and ready.", he answered, "It takes so damn long to type out all the reports I'm going to have to complete about your little…side business here."
He gestured to the box beside him.
"And Mr. Cullen…", he glanced at the registration, "That's good we have his address. He shouldn't be hard to find."
"You said you'd let me go if I did what you said.", I argued.
"I don't know what you're talking about.", he didn't even turn to look at me, his eyes in the rear view mirror were looking at the road not me.
My mouth fell open. BASTARD !
"You may have ME.", I bravely said, "But you'll never have HIM."
"Oh, we will.", he retorted, "And he'll get ass fucked every day in prison, thanks to you."
"No…you said –", I tried to seem very scared of this outcome.
"You keep behaving yourself…", his head half turned, "And maybe I will leave your precious Mr. Cullen alone."
"Alright.", I agreed, "I will."
"We'll see.", he didn't sound impressed.
It was nearly dark when we arrived at this police station. He drove around the back of it…and pulled into a space. He got out and took the box beside him. And he opened my door and took me by the arm, pulling me out and onto my feet.
"Move.", he shoved me ahead of him, towards the door. I went up to it and he moved in front of me, pulling it open so I could enter. When I looked in, there was no one at all around. It was all completely empty of people. But the cell was there, this little cell with bars…a little cot and silver toilet inside.
I was looking forward to telling the other cops what this one did to me.
"Where is everybody ?", I asked aloud as he put the box down and took me over to the cell.
"Shut up.", he said rudely, opening the cell, shoving me inside it, then locking it.
"What's your badge number and name ?", I found myself asking him as he grinned and went to a desk in view of where I was…he brought the box to his desk and sat, taking some forms out.
"Hello ?", I asked.
"567943", he stated, "Officer Black. What else do you want to know ?"
"Nothing, Sir.", I said, defeated.
"Sit there and be good while I type up all your offenses.", he commanded, "And if you're really quiet, I'll keep it under ten years worth. Oh wait. Selling drugs in a school. That's huge. I almost forgot that."
I sat on the very flat and smelly cot, watching him out of the corner of my eye. It was weird, I could almost picture Edward at the school, waiting for me, wondering what the hell happened to me.
He was typing with his expert fingers as I looked around, wondering what would happen to me next.
"Where is everyone ?", I asked him again a bit later.
He ignored me.
"I know you can hear me.", I looked right at him.
He sighed and picked up the phone, dialing it.
"Yes.", he said to someone, "Apprehend an Edward Cullen….357 Hazel Drive…"
"Alright, alright.", I said to him, "I'm quiet. I'm quiet. I'm sorry, Sir."
He slammed the phone down hard, irritated with me already.
I waited and waited…finally I laid on the cot and closed my eyes to the sound of the very fast typing.
The next thing I felt was the zipper moving down my body…opening…and a cold hand slipping inside my jumpsuit.
I jerked awake and tried to sit up but the cold hands shoved me back down with a lot of force.
"Shhh…", he was right there, looking down at me…his hand inside my suit, clutching at my breast.
"You just lay there and shut your mouth.", he said, "Put your hands above you…hold the bars there."
He had both hands on my breasts now as I whimpered and held the bars as he told me to. A small moan came from his lips as he kept feeling me up against my will.
I opened my mouth to say something but he put his fingers to my lips…shaking his head no at me.
"Don't.", he warned me with his expression, "Be very quiet…and nice."
I exhaled and looked up at the ceiling as he kept fondling me slowly. His fingers pulled the zipper down some more as I whimpered, peeking down at myself. The zipper was opened all the way down past my pussy now.
His breathing grew heavier as he kept touching me, taking as long as he wanted, anywhere he wanted…
"Look at this nice flat stomach….", he moved his hands over it, "So toned…"
I wanted to speak again but I didn't. He would threaten Edward again.
Then his hands were moving up and down over my pussy…and I tensed and watched helplessly as he played with me.
His other hand went around behind my waist…moving over my ass as I gave a little moan. His fingers were expertly moving against my clit…moving fast so it would feel like a real vibration.
"Oh my God…Sir…", I nearly cried as I pleaded.
He looked so fucking beautiful in that cop uniform I could tear it all off him at any moment. But I had a part to play.
"That's it…", he smiled warmly at me, "Just enjoy it. Relax. You're not going anywhere for a long time. So, we might as well be friends now."
"No, please, Sir…", I gasped, the feeling in my clit betraying me, "Please…."
"Shhhh…", he leaned in and started to lick my clit as he fingered it.
"UUUGGGHHHHH", I arched my back and looked at him as he kept taking bites and licks between my legs…I opened my legs so they hung off the cot frame and I lifted up more with my hips so he could get to me easier.
I went to touch him but his voice cut right in.
"Don't TOUCH me, inmate.", he scowled. I put my hand back on the bars over my head.
"Come.", he stood up suddenly and grabbed me by the open jumpsuit, standing me up off the cot.
He pulled the jumpsuit off of me and told me to step out of it completely. Now I was naked again.
"Over here.", he pushed me face into the bars that looked out to his desk, my breasts poking through the bars.
"Yea get right against it…nice and tight.", he pushed me closer, his body right behind me.
"Aww those bars are cold, aren't they ?", he asked, "Poor baby."
I gave a little growl at this.
"Please, Sir…", I tried to reason with him, "I have…someone…"
"You HAD someone.", he corrected, "That's all over now."
His tone was final and sugary sweet. It made my flesh crawl.
"Don't start getting bitchy now.", he shoved my face into the bars, "You know what happens if I get mad."
Mr. Cullen. I know.
"Hold still.", he said, giving my ass a powerful slap as I screamed.
He took out a pair of handcuffs and locked one around my wrist…then put it high above my head…and locked the other around the bars there. Then he took out another pair of cuffs…and secured my other hand over my head too.
"Very nice.", he moved his hand over my hair, moving it off my shoulder to expose more of my breast.
"This is what I want to see while I'm finishing your paperwork.", he said sweetly as he caressed my right ass cheek, "Curious to know how many years you could go away for ?"
"Well, that depends on you.", he inhaled as he dragged his fingernails over my torso. I winced and cried out, feeling like I'd just been clawed by a panther.
"You're MY little prisoner now.", he leaned in and kissed my neck as I quivered, turning my face away a little.
"You belong to ME.", he said possessively, "Not Mr. Cullen…ME. Say yes."
I struggled against this…I would not say yes.
"Stop that.", he slapped my ass with brutal power, then turned me around, the cuffs above allowing that.
He began to slap me in the breasts…harder and harder each time.
"Say yes.", he kept saying to me, hurting me every time I wouldn't. This went on for some time.
Finally, I was sobbing and could take no more.
"It's not going to stop until you say it.", he stated, striking me between the legs this time.
"YES, YES !", I shouted, broken inside.
"Finally.", he rolled his eyes, "This Mr. Cullen must be something special, hmm ?"
I growled at him.
"Oh well, he'll find someone else…so many other little girls go to that school…", Officer Black said, "You're going to jail in his place so…I hope he appreciates it. But he won't be waiting for you when you finally get out. I know you picture him racing over here…demanding to see you…calling his fancy lawyers…I've seen that all before…it won't save you. Besides, I don't think he'll even come. He'll save his own ass and leave you to fry."
I jerked again in my cuffs and turned my body away from him as he talked shit on Mr. Cullen. This was strange. He turned me to face the bars now, away from him.
He pulled out his nightstick from his belt and placed it between my legs…it was cold and hard…and I tensed immediately, trying to go further on my toes to escape it. He began to move it back and forth, slowly, against my pussy lips as I gave some helpless sounds of despair.
"And if you tell him…or anyone…", he pushed the stick up harder into my crotch, "About THIS. He will go right down with you. And he'll be in a male prison, you a female one…you'll never see him again anyway. So, you'd better stay quiet. Got it ?"
"Got it.", I made my voice try and sound less vulnerable.
"Come here.", he placed the nightstick to my mouth and held each side with a hand, my mouth was half opened as it dug in and he made my head come back against his shoulder.
"You're HOME.", he seethed in my ear, "And I'm stronger than any Daddy…or teacher…or Master…"
I groaned a bit as the hard metal stick pulled more.
"I'm the LAW.", he informed with a high sense of superiority.
He waited for that to register with me.
"Don't you like me ?", he asked, his lips touching my neck again as I exhaled, feeling like I was cheating on Master.
"I like YOU.", he took a firm bite of my neck as I yelped and braced myself.
He chuckled and put the nightstick against the bars in front of me, pushing my head so I was holding it there with my mouth. I couldn't hold the thick stick with my mouth alone… it was heavy too…but with some effort I could hold it here this way if I kept my mouth against it.
"You hold that there.", he smoothed my hair, "Drop it and I'll beat your ass."
"Yes, I said that.", he took a step back, "I'll be beating your ass a lot from now on. And not with whips or canes…I'll be using my bare hands…my fists…and feet. I don't think you'll like it at first…but you'll get used to it. Prison life is fucking painful. Raw."
I was already aching in my jaw holding this thing to the bars.
"For example…", he said, his hand coming around to my throat. He just put a little pressure on it with his fingers and I was gagging and choking.
"This is a police chokehold.", he informed softly as he kept the pressure on, "The tracheal choke…just a bit of pressure on the front of the trachea…completely reduces or prevents the intake of air. If used long enough, death can ensue…"
He released me and I gasped, almost dropping the fucking nightstick. He shoved my head tighter to the bars, keeping it in place.
"That's just one of my skills.", he informed, "I have lots more where that came from. So, do what I say…and we'll get along just fine."
I slowly managed to compose myself as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt, then the cuffs at his wrists. He removed it and tossed it to the cot. Then he was unbuckling his belt, taking his time. The belt was removed and hit the cot too. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees.
"MMMM", I sounded, pulling a bit on my wrists over my head.
His hands treated me a bit roughly now, pulling my body away from the bars a bit, kicking my feet apart.
"I want your legs open every time I'm in sight.", he gave me my first rule, "Is that clear, inmate ?"
"YSS SRRR", I was drooling a lot on the nightstick, the taste of steel in my mouth as I struggled to hold it there.
He took my left leg and hoisted it up, placing my foot on a cross bar in the door of the cell. It was difficult to hold it there…but I could…barely.
"Keep that there.", he said, amused with himself.
My other leg quivered as it tried to hold all the weight on its own.
"Yea…", he was moving his erect cock up and down along my pussy, "That's very good."
I could picture Master's eyes burning red and his white teeth flashing, wanting this guy's blood.
He penetrated me without any softness or finesse. He dug right in and began to fuck me…making my mouth hit slightly back and forth on the bars as I tried to hold this fucking thing.
His cold hands held my waist as he moved back and forth inside me as I screamed.
"Go ahead and scream.", he allowed, "No one is here….and even if they were…no one gives a fuck. Your screams – your problem."
He moaned out and kept pumping inside me…my body was trying hard to stay in place…and not drop the nightstick…his cock was brutal and driving me insane with lust at every move. I was screaming more out of not wanting it to feel so fucking good…than of pain.
"Bad girl.", he called me as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back a bit, making me look up, making it that much harder to keep pressure on the stick.
"You're loving this, you little slut.", he accused as he kept fucking me without mercy.
"You'll just bend over for any man, won't you ?', he asked, sounding like he was smiling as he said it, continuing his assault on me.
He would occasionally slap my ass with playful strength, just to get a sound out of me. When I reacted with pain, he would groan and sound more satisfied as he began to move faster now.
"I don't care if YOU come…", he breathed into my ear, "This is about you making ME come. Your one job from now on is to make me happy. You do that…and I'll be good to you. I'll feed you…give you water…Hell…maybe sometimes I'll even stop the prison bitches from fucking you or beating you. But that's only if you do YOUR job."
I mewed in response, my pussy starting to throb and swell as he kept going.
"I run your whole life now.", he added, "I'm your Daddy."
Charlie flashed in my mind and I tried to block him out. He would just love me being in this situation, a jail scene.
"Come on…", he stopped moving and waited for me, "You do the work. Fuck me. Let's see what you've got."
I pushed my mouth to the stick and bucked against him as hard as I could…with my leg up it was killing me. My voice told of my agonies as I slapped my ass against his hips, the sound clapping in the air.
"Ugghhhh", he stood there and let me fuck him now…his fingers held my leg that was straining to hold me up.
"Harder.", he callously demanded, slapping my ass so hard I saw stars as I increased my thrusts.
"Keep going, inmate.", he said, not caring if I crippled myself in doing this.
It was nice being as loud as I could with my cries of pain and discomfort. He didn't stop me.
"Faster…you want to eat tonight ?", he asked, "Maybe I can get you a nice roll or something."
I put my body's pain aside and just fucked him with all my might now…fast…violently hard…well, for me anyway. It was dark outside by the time he was satisfied. He didn't come but he sounded like he had a good time. He pulled out, slowly, and began to casually dress himself again. He let me hang there, the stick still in my mouth, my leg up.
"You'd better work on this, inmate.", he said to me, now sounding irate, "I'm not thrilled with you right now."
I felt tears on my face and didn't even realize I'd been crying.
"Put your leg down.", he helped me place it down on the floor…and he kicked my legs apart…so much that I just hung there by my wrists…unable to move my legs or feet at all.
"That's right.", he looked me over, putting his belt back on his hips, buckling it.
When he was fully dressed, he peeked at me from the side.
"Oh, my nightstick.", he took the end of it into his hand, "I forgot about that."
When he removed it, I let my head fall against the bars…and my jaw felt locked in place, still open as I gasped and panted…so relieved that I had managed to keep it from falling.
"It's all slimy.", he showed me, "Clean it."
He put it in my face and it was covered with my saliva. I stuck my tongue out and began to lick it as he grabbed my hair and guided me as all the little bubbles and white foam were gone…now it was just wet and shiny.
"Yuk.", he held it with two fingers, placing it outside next to his desk, "Inmate slime."
He came back and locked the cell door, sealing me inside alone. His eyes looked me over and he smiled.
"You just stay like that and watch me while I finish your forms here.", he smirked at me, "I've also made a nice little pile of things for your Mr. Cullen. They're all ready to go – if you piss me off. Don't forget that."
"Yes Sir.", I said, working my jaw a little.
I peeked down at myself and saw my breasts there between the bars…my naked body resting against the black iron posts.
"Look at ME I said.", he was watching me as he began to type on a computer now.
"Sorry Sir.", I put my eyes on him, looking perfect and strong in that uniform.
"Your manners are nice.", he shrugged, "I guess the prick taught you SOMETHING."
I felt my eyes frown at him as he concentrated on what he was doing there.
"I hope he DOES come.", he said, still typing, "I would LOVE to meet him. Question him. And he would have no idea that I just fucked his girl silly in a jail cell ten minutes earlier."
He gave a black chuckle at his own joke as I dangled there, shivering a little.
"Lick the bars.", he told me, not looking at me.
"What ?", I heard myself ask.
"Lick the bars.", he said it slower, his eyes glancing at me. Something hot stirred inside my stomach as his golden eyes touched me.
I stuck my tongue out and wetly licked along the bar in front of me. He gave a small grin and looked back at his computer, looking at something as I continued to use my whole tongue to start at the lowest point of the bar….and move it up…slowly…exhaling and giving a little moan as the rusty taste repulsed me.
I went as high as I could…and tilted my head, licking with little strokes across the bar next to it…his eyes kept moving back to me…I breathed as if this was a big turn on for me. He could type my report all night…but I would try to make it as hard for him as I could.
"Ugggmmmmm", I wet my tongue in my mouth and moved to a bar to my right…and put my lips around it…sucking on it as he looked at me now with both eyes…staring.
"Fucking slut.", he muttered to himself, trying to turn his face away…I grinned to myself and started to rub my pussy against the long bar in front of it…giving an even deeper moan.
He may love it when I play innocent little girl…but he adores me when I'm bad Bella.
A few minutes later, he slammed the keyboard down and rose to his feet, taking his keys out and coming to the door.
I stopped licking and turned myself around as he opened the door…coming over to me. He locked the door behind him, locking us in here together.
"Are you fucking with me ?", he grabbed my face under my chin, "Are you fucking with me?"
He slapped my face a couple of times as I yelped and said, "No Sir…no ! You said to lick the bars!"
"You don't fuck with ME.", he showed his teeth as he looked down in my face, his face so close to mine, "I fuck with YOU. Do you not understand the order of things ?"
"Yes Sir…yes Sir…", I tried to calm him as he shook my head violently.
"Do you WANT twenty years ?", he asked me.
"No Sir…no…", I pleaded meekly.
"And who told you to turn around ?", he slapped my face again, "Who ?"
"No one Sir.", I answered.
"You don't make any more decisions.", he reminded me, "You do EXACTLY what I say. I thought that was clear."
"Yes Sir…it is.", I breathed.
He began to uncuff my wrists and for a second I was free. I ran to the door and grabbed the bars…yanking on them as I screamed, "SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE !"
I would pay for this…but stupidly, I did it anyway.
"Ohhh.", he sounded stunned that I was dumb enough to do that, "You are SO fucked now. Wrong thing to do, inmate."
He grabbed my hair and yanked me from the bars. My hands held the bars but he struck me in the stomach with a flat hand…but it was still enough to take the wind out of me and make me let go.
"Stupid little bitch.", he called me, his arm around my waist as he lifted me and took me to the corner of the cell, in back, "That was a test, letting you be loose for a moment…you failed."
"Squat.", he said as he dropped me to the floor there. I scurried to get on my all fours and then squat as he told me to, my hands holding the bars at my sides.
"Are you stupid, inmate ?", he asked me calmly as he took a pair of cuffs that had a longer chain between them…and he grabbed the top of my hair and pushed my head against the bars. He put the chain around my neck and was fastening the cuffs to the bars behind my head.
"Yes, Sir.", I answered, my legs hating this position.
"Oh, you are.", he began cuffing my wrist up and to the right of me, making it so tight I squealed out.
Working on my other wrist with the cuff, he said, "There's no help coming for you. You're not some poor little victim. You're a fucking prisoner. No one gives a shit what happens to YOU. Wait until you're in a cell with 20 other bitches screaming for help. You'll see just how INVISIBLE you will become."
I exhaled and said, "I'm sorry, Sir, please don't hurt me…"
"You hurt yourself.", he tightened the cuff around my left wrist, making me wince and groan again.
"There goes your roll….", he informed coldly, "I thought you understood."
He stood and looked down at me.
"Maybe I'll bring six of my buddies in here to help me teach you how it works around here.", he threatened.
I opened my mouth to start begging again but he cut me off.
"Maybe seven of us officers can teach you about the chain of command.", his eyes darkened a bit in their gold color, "And how fucking low on the chain YOU are. Fucking drug dealer…slut to your drug dealing pimp…"
"No…no Sir…please…I'm so sorry…I didn't mean to-"
"Shut up.", he said without raising his voice.
"You've made me very unhappy, inmate.", his eyes leveled me, "What are you going to do about that ?"
"I want to make you happy, Sir.", I said obediently.
"Really.", he huffed, crossing his arms, "How do you intend to do that ?"
"I can suck you, Sir.", I tried to lean forward and stick my tongue out, trying to touch his clothed cock. He was too far away. The chain around my neck was icy and firm.
He didn't look very impressed. He folded his arms and looked down at me like I was a bug.
"I can do anything you want, Sir…please…I'm sorry…", I stuck my tongue back out, knowing he liked that.
"You really fucked up.", he said.
"I'm sorry…I'm sorry Sir…", I was very motivated now to be good.
"I'm trying to be patient with you…I even said I'd leave Mr. Cullen alone…how much more generous can I be with you ?", he asked as if he were a martyr.
"I know…I know Sir…"
"Should I just have Mr. Cullen picked up right now ?", he asked me, "Would that make you feel better ?"
"No, no, no Sir…", I begged, leaving my dignity behind me, "Please…let me make you happy…please…I'll do anything…"
His cold face softened a fraction…not much…he was considering it.
I wiggled my tongue, sticking it all the way out…panting a bit.
"It's going to be a long haul, inmate.", he said, undecided, "You really hurt me."
He smirked. I didn't believe that for a second.
"I'm so sorry, Sir.", I whispered, tears in my eyes, "Please…please….please…I'll beg…if that's what you want…"
"I better be impressed.", he slowly began to unbuckle his belt…and he took it off, putting it on the floor away from us. He undid his pants and took his cock out.
I stuck my tongue out a bit more…wanting it…he grinned at me as he brought it over to me.
I dove on it and sucked it like a wild woman…he let out a sound of surprise and then laughed as I devoured him, moving so fast and so wet…that he would have to forgive me.
"Wow.", he played with my hair in his fingers, "A whole new inmate. Motivation…it works, I guess."
My legs trembled as I kept going, not losing steam or enthusiasm as I sucked him for my life.
I noticed on the floor, on his belt…was a gun. I tried not to think of that as I worked.
He just stood there and let me do it all. I did…willingly, wanting to earn his favor back.
"GGUUUU GGGUUU GUUUUUUHHHHH", I sounded as I sucked him deeply as I could…my throat taking a nice pounding of my own making.
"MMMM", he purred, pinching my nose closed, taking away my air again.
I kept going, not caring.
"Good girl.", he said as he kept holding my nose closed, "You're learning."
He released me and I kept going…sucking and swirling my tongue as best I could…gagging and choking only because I knew he loved it so much.
His hand began to slap down over my breast as I sucked him harder…again and again…
He took his cock away from me as I whined in frustration…he squatted down at my eye level and smiled wickedly at me as his fingers slowly moved up and down along my pussy.
"How does it feel…having a strange man finger your pussy ?", he whispered to me, "A strange man violating you like this…is it wrong ?"
I shook my head…"No Sir…no Sir…"
"Oh, it's not ?", he asked me, grinning, stroking my clit now, "This isn't wrong for you ?"
"No Sir.", I felt tears shine in my eyes.
He slapped his hand several times over my clit as I cringed and stayed quiet as I could…
He stood up again and stuck his cock back into my mouth.
"You are going to suck me to orgasm.", he commanded, watching as I moved faster than before, "And it's going to take a long time. But that's all you have now…is time."
END OF CHAPTER
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