Mr. Saturday Night Special

09

Commissioned by alethiophile.

A/N: Thanks to Infonticus for expanding on the Sophia lewd.

"The fuck?!"

Hess reacted violently, trying to jerk her un-cuffed arm away from his grip, but Shinji was stronger and wrestled it back behind her back and got the second bracelet on, then hit the button. Hess jumped and tossed her head back, aiming for his nose—but that was pretty much step one for dealing with an attacker grabbing someone from behind, for the uninformed or desperate. Shinji had expected it and tilted his head to the side before she could get him.

Sophia went limp in his arms, trying to drop to the floor—the second thing most people being grabbed from behind would do reflexively, but really the first thing they should do. Shinji held her by the arms and went down with her, planting his knee in her back.

"Get the fuck off me, you pervert! Rape! RAPE!"

"Stop resisting!" Shinji yelled, pulling his taser. "I WILL TASE YOU! I am a police officer, you are under arrest!"

"Fucking let go!" Sophia continued, thrashing under him. She began to howl as Shinji shifted his weight, putting more on his knee and pressing into her spine. "OW! Stop! You're hurting me! Stop!"

"Stop resisting!"

"Should we do something?" Emma asked quietly from nearby as she and Madison watched.

"Nah. Let it play out. I want to see her get tased," the brunette chuckled, sitting on the bed.

Sophie turned her head, spotting the two just watching. "Help me, you idiots!"

"Help you? We turned you in, stupid bitch," Madison snickered.

"Sorry, Sophia~!" Emma smiled. "I'm too pretty to go to prison and be someone's bitch!"

"I'll kill you—!"

Sophia locked up as Shinji tased her, then howled when he stopped. He hit her again and she shut up, clenching her jaw as the panted on the ground. "You have the right to remain silent…"

Shinji quickly Mirandized her and hauled the girl to her feet. "Alright, let's go."

"Bye Sophia!" Emma waved.

"I'll visit you in juvie!" Madison giggled.

"Badge."

"Hm?" Shinji hummed as he frog-marched the girl out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

"Show me your badge," Sophia demanded sullenly.

Shinji waited until they got down to the bottom floor, before grabbing the leather badge carrier from his neck and moving it around so she could see—both his badge, then flipping it around to show his laminated BBPD identification. "Really a cop and you're really under arrest."

"Fuck," the girl hissed. "I want my han—my lawyer."

She was definitely about to say 'handler' there, he mused as he got her moving out the door again and up the street to his car. "Sure. Absolutely. When we get you down to the station and you've had time to cool your heels a bit."

"Tch. The fuck are you even arresting me for? I didn't do nothing."

"Sure, kid," he agreed, opening up the rear door of the car. "Watch your head."

He shoved her in behind the passenger seat before moving around to the front. One of the nearby neighbors came out of their house and he smiled and waved. The man, looking like he had just gotten home from work, eyed Shinji and the girl in the back of the car suspiciously. "What's going on?"

Shinji held up his badge. "Police business. She's under arrest. I can't say more than that, sorry."

With that, Shinji climbed into his car and pulled out. Sophia was silent for a while as they drove. Eventually, however, she grumbled, "You're in for a world of shit and you don't even fucking know it."

"I'll remind you that speaking waives your right to remain silent, Ms. Hess. But if you want to talk, I'm listening. What makes you think I'm the one in trouble and not you?"

The girl looked up and met his eyes in the rear view mirror, glaring at him. "I've got connections."

Shinji sent her a skeptical look. "Uh huh. I'm sure you do. I'm equally sure it's not going to matter. But hey, if you think you're hot shit, go ahead. Who are your connections, hm? Mr. Barnes? The man's a divorce attorney, not a defense attorney. Those are two very different things. Also, if you think he's going to go to bat for you over his daughter, you've got another thing coming."

Sophia grunted. "I'm a Ward, dipshit! As soon as you get me down to the station and I call my handler, you'll have that fat bitch Piggot so far up your ass she'll be wearing you like one of her cheap suits."

Wow, I didn't expect her to just come out and say it. Let's see what else I can goad out of her.

Shinji laughed and shook his head. "I know we're living in this modern, politically correct age where you're not supposed to notice race, or sex, or things like that, but… The only girl on the Wards is Vista, and she's white and tiny—maybe thirteen." At least, that was his guess based on what he remembered of canon and from having seen pictures of Vista. For all he knew, she could be a very small seventeen. But she had been a Ward for the last five years, and it was possible they started her very early.

"Shadow Stalker, you dumb fucker! I'm Shadow Stalker!" Sophia yelled, straining against her seat belt as she tried to lean forward just to be closer so she could yell louder.

"Who? That's not any Ward I've ever heard of. Pretty sure it'd be all over the news if the local Wards had gotten a new recruit. You're full of shit."

That took the wind out of her sails, as she collapsed back into her seat. "Fuckin'… Shit."

"But suppose you were a Ward," Shinji said, both to keep her talking and to get into her head. She perked up a bit at that and he couldn't help feeling a bit happy at crushing her hopes with what he said next. "It wouldn't fucking matter. I'm not arresting whoever the fuck Shadow Stalker is. It's Sophia Hess we're going to be pressing charges against. We have enough dirt to send you to prison for ten to twenty, easy. Prison, not juvie. Five to ten with good behavior, maybe, if you've got a good lawyer. I've got Ms. Barnes and Ms. Clements who are willing to testify against you, along with other witness testimony from teachers at that shithole you call a school. I've got computer and phone records. You're old enough, and the list of offenses so high and so severe, that they're going to try you as an adult."

Sophia's mouth fell open as she blinked stupidly, sending him an incredulous look in the mirror. "Wait. This, this is about that loser Hebert?"

"Officially, I'm not at liberty to say. Unofficially, yes."

"Oh my fuck! She's no one! Just a fucking loser! Why the fuck do you care so much?!"

Shinji sent her a look like she was stupid. After a moment, he said, "You really don't know. Huh. Okay. Let me explain some things about how the real world works, kid. You know how your friend Emma is always going on about her daddy this, her daddy that?" he asked, and she slowly nodded. "Well, you should have asked her who Ms. Hebert's father was."

"Some other fucking loser," Sophia grunted.

"Mm. No. Danny Hebert is head of the Dockworkers' Union. And while being the head of one of the local unions doesn't mean much on paper, the thing is, the man's got connections. He's on a first name basis with the head of the Police Union and every other union in town. There are reasons why the unions are such a pain in the ass."

It had taken some coaxing on his part. After getting the call from his sergeant, Shinji had gone to Danny's office and spoken to him at work.

Too many interested parties were putting pressure on the department, and thus Shinji, to get the case closed fast. The chief of police and district attorney wanted to start taking fucking scalps. The mayor wanted to sweep it under the rug. The police commissioner wanted it done and over with, and if he was reading between the lines correctly, he wanted to side with the chief and the DA, but didn't want to rock the boat and lose his position—so whatever came of this had to be a solid win for him.

Shinji didn't like that. He took pride in his job, even if this last case had gone off the rails right from the start. He didn't like political dick-waving. He didn't like being micro-managed. And sure as fuck he didn't like being told to rush on something he should be taking his time on, when that little extra bit of preparation could be the difference between making and breaking a case. As the saying goes, slow is smooth, smooth is fast.

So, Shinji had gone to visit Danny. He'd talked to him and asked him a few questions about who else he knew. Who his friends and contacts in the industry were. Come to find out, Danny was actually rather well-connected. He knew the mayor personally, even if they disliked each other. He was friendly with the heads of all of the unions in town. A few words in the right ears and Danny could make life miserable for someone. Which, after Shinji helpfully pointed out, Danny had begun doing immediately. After thinking he was powerless in this situation, having to rely on Shinji and Carol for everything, finding out that he actually had some ability to influence things had seen him going after it with a vengeance.

It might be too little, too late, as far as Taylor was concerned. Or it might give her some respect for her father again. It was too early to tell.

"So," Shinji continued, "it turns out that you've kicked the hornet's nest. Hypothetically, if you were a Ward, no one gives a fuck at this point. They're out for blood. It's not as bad as if you'd fucked with a cop's kid, but it's pretty bad. The PRT wouldn't be able to save you. Since it's not a crime committed by a parahuman using their powers, they can't just step in and say it falls under their jurisdiction. You think Emily Piggot, a notorious hardass when it comes to capes, would go out of her way to help someone who fucked up this bad in their civvie identity, if it was one of her Wards? Nah. She'll cut you loose so fast it's going to make your head spin. They're going to throw you under the bus to save their own asses. As for the charges, well… We're throwing whatever we can at the wall to see what sticks. You're looking at assault, battery, kidnapping, attempted murder, and biological terrorism at a minimum. With the 'at a school' and 'against a minor' modifiers. I said ten to twenty on the sentencing easily, but that's a minimum. Head of the Dockworkers Union has the ear of the head of the Police Union, who has the ear of the District Attorney. He's going to push for the maximum sentence. Now do you see what fucking with that 'loser' gets you?"

Sophia was silent for a moment, before saying, "I did it using my powers."

"Hm?" Shinji asked, pretending he hadn't heard. In reality, he just wanted her to repeat herself, just to make sure his voice recorder caught it.

"I said I did it using my powers. I'm Shadow Stalker. How the fuck do you think I kept stealing her shit? How do you think I got that shit into her locker without it spilling all over the place? I used my powers to do it. You have to hand me over to the PRT."

Shinji sighed, shaking his head. "Oh, you're really going to wish you hadn't said that. So, I'm going to give you a chance here to correct yourself. Allow me to explain. If you think confessing to that in your cape identity, if you even have one, is going to help then you're sorely mistaken. All that shit I just listed? Assault, kidnapping, and so on? Yeah, you tack on the 'with a parahuman power' modifier and it goes from looking at a few years in prison, to decades in a parahuman super-max, if not just straight to the Birdcage."

Sophia went still at that, her eyes widening. "No."

"Yeah. And since you've already been Mirandized, and anything you say can and will be used against you, that right there was a confession. It's kinda funny how that works, actually. If you say anything for yourself, it's hearsay. Inadmissible. Doesn't fucking matter. But if you say anything that can be used against you? It's a confession. So, congrats. You just fucked yourself."

Sophia panicked, thrashing in her seat for a moment, before her body briefly went smokey… before immediately going back to normal. "Ow! What the fuck? Electric cuffs?!"

"Oops?" Shinji chuckled. "Yeah, just because I didn't come at you in your cape identity doesn't mean I didn't take precautions. I've known the whole time. We're going after Sophia, not Stalker, because we want the 'W' for our department. It's a little pissing contest between the BBPD and the PRT over jurisdiction. So, you're not going anywhere, and if you try it again I'm going to stop this car and tase you until you piss yourself."

"Fuck! Fucker! Fuck you! ARGH!" Sophia thrashed, kicked, and screamed but didn't try to phase again. When he looked, he saw tears streaming from her eyes, and had to hide his smile. That was the look of defeat he had been waiting to see. Seeing the consequences of her actions laid out before her, that she was fucked no matter what she did, that there was no getting away and he had planned for even that. The frustration, anger, and fear as the 'predator' realized she had been backed into a corner by the hunter and her only options were the spear in front of her or the cliff behind her.

Shinji gave her a few minutes to stew on that, before eventually pulling into a loading area, behind a small shopping center—out of sight of any cameras or onlookers from the road. Looking up into the mirror, he waited for the panting girl to look up and acknowledge him. "So, kid. Which is it gonna be? Way I see it, you've got two choices: be tried as a normie and face the law in the normie court system, or be tried as a parahuman and potentially wind up in the 'cage."

Sophia went limp, her head thumping against the window as she looked away. "Fuck it. Fine. What now?"

"Hm. Well, normally, this is where you confess. You accept the whole thing, I talk to the DA, tell him you cooperated and maybe he'll offer you some kind of deal."

"Yeah, fine. I'll do that," she grunted. A moment later, she sent him a confused look. "What do you mean, 'normally?'"

Shinji shrugged. "Today only, there is a third option for you." Sophia stared, waiting. "You'll still confess and I'll hold onto the recordings for safekeeping. But what I want from you… Well. You're a stupid kid." Sophia glared. "You should absolutely face consequences for what you did. I think, based on the evidence I've collected, there's a good chance you're… not insane, but mentally compromised. You see it a lot, in people with powers. The power makes them stupid. Makes them take risks. Makes them more aggressive. It's kind of like alcohol. You're still responsible, obviously, but being drunk—either on hooch or power—should be taken into consideration. Thing is, I don't think most people would agree, or care to make that distinction."

"What do you want?"

"You didn't do this in a vacuum. You couldn't have done it without being enabled at every step. By your PRT handler. By Blackwell. By the teachers. By Piggot, in all likelihood—if indirectly. Bringing you in will look good for my department, and for me. It'll make my superior happy. It'll make his boss happy, and his boss. It'll make the DA happy. What will look even better for us, and make them even happier, is if we could make the bust bigger. If we could take out more than just the perpetrator, but catch a bunch of other people in the net at the same time. The school and Blackwell, for criminal negligence. Your PRT handler, for the same. We can't run the case against you as Stalker, because then it changes jurisdiction, but we can sure as fuck bring a case against your civilian identity and your handler for her failure to handle you.

"So, that's what I want. I want you to roll on all of them and give me whatever evidence you have, or can collect. In return, I'll talk to the DA. He's still going to push for the maximum sentence, but in light of your cooperation, I'll make sure he makes himself very easy to negotiate down and maybe drop a few charges. This is a one time offer. You won't get it again. And unfortunately, it's time sensitive. You need to make a decision, right now, one way or the other. But before you do, there's one more thing I want you to consider."

Sophia stared blankly at him for a moment before asking, "What?"

"Suppose you were Shadow Stalker. Answer me this: are you happy in the Wards?"

"Huh?"

"Are you happy?" he repeated. "Do you feel fulfilled? Do you feel like you're making progress towards some goal? Do you come home at the end of the night feeling like you've done good?"

Sophia scoffed. "Fuck no."

"Why is that?"

"Because those pussies are making me fight with both hands tied behind my back. I was doing fine on my own. Actually making a fucking difference in this town. Putting the fear of me into the Nazi scumbags—the white ones and the Asian ones. They're all the fucking same, when you get down to it. The only difference is, Lung's more honest about not giving a fuck about his own people. And then I got busted. I had to either join the Wards or go to juvie, and if I went to juvie then they were gonna expose my identity, then the gangs would have some Hitler Youth reject shank me. Now, they're talking about getting me working fucking PR patrols, shaking hands and signing autographs on the Boardwalk with the rest of the losers club. Fighting the gangs? Fuck no. They don't want anyone who isn't in the Protectorate to have anything to do with them. They're fucking useless."

Shinji nodded. "It's frustrating. Sometimes, as a law enforcement officer, the law ties your hands. Suspects have certain rights you can't just violate. You can't just do like they used to do, and use a phone book to beat a confession out of someone. You're supposed to get a warrant before you do any searches. Sometimes, you're even supposed to just let someone commit the crime and sit there with your thumb up your ass and let it happen, so you can bust them on something else later. And you certainly aren't supposed to just shoot someone doing a crime without trying to get them to surrender first, even if they probably deserve it because most criminals are repeat offenders anyway."

Slowly, Sophia's expression softened, from one of anger to understanding. "How the fuck do you stand it?"

"Personally? I work out a lot. And when beating the shit out of a punching bag isn't good enough, I bend a rule here and there. Case in point," he nodded to her. "I've got a lot of tools in my kit that aren't exactly standard fare for a detective, if you catch my drift. I could do with another."

"Huh?"

"If you had to get something from a wall safe, how would you do it?" he asked, by way of answer.

"Stick my head and a flashlight in and grab it," she shrugged.

"If I told you to get me your handler's laptop, or get in and connect a device to it, how would you do that and how long would it take?"

The girl smirked. "Easy. Phase through the wall, find her office or wherever she keeps it, then either grab it or power it on and plug whatever in. Probably take thirty seconds to grab and run, two minutes to get in and out the other way, depending on how fast the computer is."

"Emily Piggot's personal computer?" Shinji challenged.

"I could get into her office, but they'd know. Nah, she's just like the rest of the paper pushers. She takes a laptop home. Do her the same way I'd do the handler."

"Plan out how to track down Kaiser in his civilian identity and find evidence of a crime to prosecute him for. Go."

Sophia hesitated for a moment, before asking, "What gear do I have?"

"Whatever you can reasonably buy from a sporting goods store as a minor on a budget of a grand," Shinji answered.

The girl nodded and considered for a moment. "Alright. Urban camo pants and long sleeve. Use some of that camo netting the rednecks use to make a cloak. Some binoculars. Maybe a night vision optic if it's cheap enough. Stake out known Empire hangouts. Follow people until I find someone higher up the chain. Follow him. Rinse and repeat until I find one of their capes."

Again, she paused. "Can I fight?"

"As long as you don't kill anyone."

Sophia's grin returned. "Either follow them and wait to see if they lead me to him, or sneak attack. Take them out. Drag them back somewhere. Make them tell me where he is. Find him. Follow him. Find out where he lives and works. Sneak in behind him and raid his shit. Steal documents, break into safes, whatever. Home and office." Her eyes narrowed and she asked, "Why're you asking?"

"You're already probably moonlighting outside of hours when you aren't on patrol for the Wards," Shinji pointed out, and she nodded. "You can spend that time running around aimlessly, looking for trouble… Or you could spend that time going after specific targets, with specific goals in mind, and watching them get put away. Seeing real results for your work."

Frowning, the girl asked, "You want me to work with you?"

"For me. Unofficially. Off the books. As part of the deal to get you off easier. Maybe you can do some actual good in the world and make up for the shit you pulled. But if you try to run, if you fuck around, that confession goes back on the table. New evidence comes up."

"I get it," she grumbled. "Fine. Yeah, I'll do that."

"Good," Shinji nodded. "Now, one more thing. Don't insult my intelligence by pretending the thought didn't cross your mind to just say or do whatever you needed to in the moment to get out of this, then once I take those cuffs off, run." Sophia looked away with an annoyed look and Shinji continued. "It wouldn't fucking help at this point. I've got you recorded—audio and video. Doesn't matter if I have you in custody, I have enough to end your life, legally speaking. There's no getting out of this."

"Fine, whatever. I get it."

"Mm. I don't think you do," Shinji shook his head. "Saying you agree is one thing, but I need you to know it. That I own your ass now. You aren't going to fight me. You aren't going to try to subvert me. Plot and plan to turn against me later. Because if you do, that recording comes out, and you go to the 'cage. You will do what I tell you, when I tell you. You are going to be on a very short leash. One day, I might give you enough slack to make your own decisions, but it's not going to be any time soon."

Getting out of the car, Shinji closed his door and moved around to the rear passenger side, opening the door. "My point is, you need to know that you're going to do what I tell you. Whatever I tell you. You have to prove you're willing to commit."

Sophia sent him a confused look, before Shinji undid his fly and pulled his cock out. "Oh, fuck."

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Shit. Fuckin' pervert," she grumbled. But a moment later, Sophia leaned down and hesitantly opened her mouth, her bright pink tongue standing out against her dark skin as she slowly licked at his shaft.

Shinji let her work at it like that for a few moments before finally, he took himself in hand and smacked her cheek. "Well?"

Sophia hissed a quiet complaint of, "Fucker."

The girl opened her mouth and took him in. Slowly, she sucked on him, but that was it. Shinji rolled his eyes. "You act like you've never done this before. Don't tell me, the popular girl is some kind of virgin who doesn't even know how to suck a cock right. Even Madison and Emma did better their first time."

Sophia glared up at him, her lips stretched tight around his cock as she slowly began to bob her head. Shinji reached out and laid a hand on the back of her head. "Work up some spit in your mouth and run your tongue around it, especially the head," he instructed. "Keep bobbing like that while you do it."

The black girl made a quiet noise of acknowledgment and began to do so. Her light brown eyes were narrowed into a glare the entire time as she stared up at Shinji, her lips stretched wide around his cock as she bobbed up and down. Shinji cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek as he held her gaze the whole time. When she hit the back of her throat and gagged quietly around his shaft, Shinji pushed her back just a hair and let her recover before continuing.

"Don't try to take it further than you're comfortable with," he warned her. "You can practice that on your own time with a toy."

Sophia said nothing as she kept working. Unfortunately, there was really nothing special to it. No enthusiasm. No technique. Just mechanically following his instructions and moving. Honestly, it was only pure mechanical stimulation of a warm, wet hole remotely doing anything for Shinji.

Too bad for Sophia, the longer she took to blow him, the more time he had for his power to work on her, mentally. The longer it went on, the deeper he got in her head.

Slowly, he got her turned on, sending her arousal at the situation climbing and forcing her body to respond. He pushed the idea into her head that she wanted to do more, and had the perfect excuse in that she didn't have a choice—that if she wanted to stay out of jail, she had to please Shinji. That he was obviously not responding well to her pathetic attempt at blowing him, so she had to offer more to get him on the hook—to make it worth his while to keep her around.

And as he did, as the idea penetrated, Sophia grew more desperate—eventually losing her glare entirely as her movements became more frantic. She put more effort into her sucking and licking. Drool started to leak from her mouth and spot her shirt and skin. Eventually, she ignored Shinji's warning entirely and began trying to force his length down her throat, choking herself around him as her eyes grew red and teary. Until eventually, Shinji grabbed her hair and held her still, filling her mouth with a grunt. Sophia knew what was expected of her and swallowed it all as she sat there, panting through her nose.

"Not bad. Better than Emma's first time," Shinji praised her, just a little, patting her head as he pulled himself from the girl's mouth.

"Uh huh. Is that good enough, or you want to fuck my pussy too?"

Shinji raised an eyebrow, before shrugging. "I guess that's up to you, Sophia. Do you feel like you've earned a chance to save yourself?"

She stared up at him for a moment before sighing and awkwardly lying back, before rolling over onto her belly. Getting her knees up under herself, she shook her ass and Shinji took that as an invitation. Reaching around, he undid her jeans and pulled them down, having to straighten out her legs briefly to get them down to her ankles, before folding her legs up again and getting her ass positioned where he wanted it.

Sophia's lower lips were wet with her arousal, but Shinji took a few minutes to help her along. Spreading her lips, he slowly rubbed around her clit with the thumb of one hand while pumping two fingers into her channel with the other hand—the bright pink of her insides contrasting sharply with the brown of her flesh. Sophia hissed and moved away slightly as he did.

"Shit, your fucking fingers are cold!" she complained.

"Glad you're volunteering to warm them up," Shinji chuckled as he stroked her.

The girl buried her face in the seat to muffle a moan. "Asshole."

After a few moments of this, Shinji took his cock in hand and lined himself up, before pressing forward.

"Hot enough for you?" he whispered, just teasing her little teen entrance.

Sophia glanced over her shoulder to glare at him, "Go to hell. If you're going to fuck me, fuck me. None of this teasing shit."

Shinji prodded a bit harder- the head of his cock almost slipping in, and grinned when Sophia almost whimpered when he eased back.

"You have to learn to be more honest, Sophia… like your body is." He huskily replied, "I can feel your entrance quivering against me as if begging me to sink it in."

"You already had me confess to something illegal, asshole. No way in hell am I going to admit that I want your cock in me," she said back to him. But Shinji noted that her words lacked bite—her voice taking on an almost pleading tone actually. Doing her best to back her delicious toned brown ass back against his cock and fuck herself onto him. Seems like someone was being a little tsun-tsun.

Sophia's thin lips stretched around his cock as he slowly worked himself back and forth into her channel, making the girl below him moan. Eventually, he bottomed out inside her, pressing his cock firmly into her cervix and drawing a grunt from the girl at the unexpected sensation.

"Is this where Miss tough girl is sensitive?"

"S-screw you! Aaahhn~!" she tried to growl, but ended with an almost kitten like mewl as Shinji took hold of her hips and began slowly thrusting into her, settling into a nice, even back and forth rhythm. Sophia's round, muscular little ass clapped quietly every time their bodies came together and the girl clenched around him tightly, her hot cunt a nice contrast to the cold.

Now that he was fucking her, Shinji focused on his power and pushed—harder and further than he had ever pushed before. Quickly ramping the girl up into a screaming orgasm, muffled into the seat as she grew hotter and wetter around his cock. He focused on putting thoughts into her head. That his was the best thing she had ever felt—which was easy, because it happened to be true. That she needed more and needed to whatever it took to get Shinji's cock again. That now that she was committed, had proven herself, she could trust Shinji. That she had to do more to keep proving herself and that her mistake wasn't going to just go away on its own, which meant she needed to do whatever Shinji told her.

Sophia glanced over her shoulder, "Y-you—Mmm~! You're gonna have to try harder than that if y—A-ahhhn~! you want to satisfy me!"

Shinji just gave a snort of humor. Yeah, veiling a plea to fuck her harder and deeper with an attempt to act tough sounded like a Sophia Hess thing to do. So he obliged her, on and on it went as Shinji fucked the young girl into a senseless puddle of her own drool and arousal in his back seat.

"D-deeper!" Sophia pleaded with a gasping moan, letting go of all pretenses as her hot and utterly soaked cunt squeezed down around his shift. "Harder! Fuck the shit out of me!"

"Alright. You asked for it, Sophia," he smiled. The sounds of their frantic fucking coupled with the rocking of the car's suspension as he went harder and deeper into into her eager teen pussy. Until eventually, he grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head and pulled her up, using it to hold her body weight as he pounded into her.

He didn't know how long he spent like that. Just losing himself to the sensations of the silky folds of this girl's pussy as they clung wetly to his cock like a tight and wet tunnel of feminine velvet. Her fit teen ass pressing against his hips as she eagerly took every inch of his cock and begged for more with a little wiggle of her tight ass as she bottomed out with her quivering pussy. He was rapidly nearing the end of his rope.

"Inme," Sophia half-mumbled, the sound almost lost over the wet meaty slap of their hips slamming together as his cock head bumped against her fertile teen womb.

"What was that?"

"I want you to cum in me," she said louder, tears of pleasure running down her cheeks and her drool dripping down the corner of her mouth as she looked at him with her brown eyes. "please."

Hearing Miss 'Tough Apex Predator Gal' beg for him to breed her with his seed pushed him over the edge. With a grunt, he came inside her, filling her tight pussy up. Sophia could only moan, insensate, as her body responded by clenching and squeezing around him, trying to milk more of his sperm from him as Shinji ground himself in a bit harder, working it in deeper inside her.

Finally, he let go of her, slapped her ass once, and pulled out—leaving the girl's lips split open and his sperm leaking from her slit. After getting himself situated, Shinji straightened Sophia up and got her pants back on, pushing her back upright and getting her belt on before closing the door and moving around to the driver's door. Pulling out one of his doctored smokes, he lit it up and took a long drag as he leaned against the car, contemplating what to do next.

When he finished and crushed out the butt, Shinji slipped into the warm car and looked into the mirror. Sophia still looked a little out of it, so he pulled out and made his way to a local drive through Mexican place. He ordered for himself and Sophia and parked.

"Hey. You hungry?" he asked, unwrapping his taco, before taking a bit bite, careful not to let the queso spill on his suit.

Sophia blinked and looked around, before her eyes finally focused on Shinji in the mirror. Her attitude was much more subdued as she nodded. "Yeah."

"Alright."

Shinji got out and moved around to the back seat with the food. He held one of the tacos for her so she could eat with the cuffs on. After getting one down, and draining half of her soda, he asked, "So. You ready to get to work on that deal?"

She considered for a moment before nodding again. "What do I need to do?"

"I'm going to take you out of those cuffs, for now. We'll go pay your handler a visit. You're going to plug a tool I give you into her laptop. Then Blackwell's personal computer and phone at her home. Then, we'll do the same to Piggot, just to make sure. After that, I'll check the intel and see what we got. Then, you're going to lockup."

"What? But you said—"

"I said I would talk to the DA to get him to let himself be talked down on the charges. He might even offer a plea deal. That should keep you out of prison, not out of jail. There's a difference. You have to go in, get processed, give your statement, and I'm going to need to keep you there seventy-two hours before we do anything other than book you to buy time while we get a warrant and hit our targets. I'll try to make sure you're comfortable. In a cell by yourself away from the others in lockup. A couple of amenities and considerations if I can swing it. Once we've hit everyone, we'll contact a lawyer for you, and see about contacting the PRT to get you a new handler to come bail you out, since yours will hopefully be too busy covering her own ass to do anything. After that, you get to go home."

"Tch. Almost rather stay in jail," she muttered. "I don't like it, but I guess that's how it's gotta be. Fine. Let's do this shit."

They finished eating and Shinji got them rolling again. It was time to get to work. One last push, before he had enough to sink the case.

Taylor isn't going to like all three of her bullies getting off on plea deals, but those three are a symptom, not the cause. I'll just have to make sure they see some kind of punishment that she can agree to. …Maybe oversee, somehow. I'll need to think about it.