by Isaac Byrne
“If they’re your friends, why are you just sitting in your car, and why are you doing so parked half a block away?”
“Well, we had a fight. And… I guess I was just afraid to go talk to them. Look, I’m not up to anything weird, I promise. I just came to talk to my friends.”
At that point, he asked me for an ID, which I handed him. Then while he stood over me like I was some kind of flight risk, his partner, a mustachioed black man I’d place in his thirties, walked over to the house. I watched him ring the doorbell, where Miguel answered the door. There was a brief discussion, and I could see him peering out toward me. I’m sure he could recognize my car under the streetlight.
The older cop addressed me. “You’re under arrest for loitering, ma’am. I’m going to ask you to exit your vehicle and come with us.”
“But… my friends! Did you ask them?”
The two officers shared a look. “Ms. Reed, ordinarily I wouldn’t share this with you, but the gentlemen asked that I do so. It was your friends that called us.”
I shook my head. “No – no, they’re just mad at me! Let me go talk to them, I can explain–”
“The man said he doesn’t want to talk to you, ma’am. So for tonight, you’re going downtown.”
I made feeble protests, but there was nothing for it. As the cops slapped on the riot cuffs, securing my arms behind my back, I tried not to cry. I didn’t deserve to cry. Hadn’t I been the one who’d threatened to call the cops on them? I’d brought this on myself.
Then, I was tucked in the back of their car, and away we went. It was quiet for a few minutes, and I was left to ponder how this would play out. Would I be fired from my school job? Would I go to prison? Would my tormentor find me somehow, even in lock-up?
As it turned out, he didn’t need to. Young cop – I called him Officer Young in my head, for lack of a better name – turned to look at me, and uttered a few words I couldn’t consciously comprehend.
“Wh-what…?” I said, even as my mind reeled, adjusting to its new personality.
Then his partner, whom I’d dubbed Officer Black, repeated it. My mind twisted itself further.
It didn’t take long to kick in. This was one of my most conventional, and accordingly most common, triggers. Have you ever just wanted a hot girl to throw herself at you, so beset by lust for you that it overwhelms all other considerations? So horny that just having you look at her is enough to make her go weak in the knees? If so, you’re thinking along the same track as the long line of men who had Master use this trigger on me.
Master had never espoused much interest in S&M; with total control over his slaves’ innermost selves, why bother with the whips and chains? Yet tonight, for the first time, he had taken me to a new training chamber, where he locked me in a cube made out of transparent plastic. It was small, just big enough for me to lie down stretched out, and had holes drilled in it for air.
Master injected me, as usual before a new trigger was to take seed, but then Master left me alone in there. I waited, unsure of what was expected of me. My cube was empty; no toys, no furniture, no decorations of any kind adorned it. How could I please Master in here? Would I be modeling? That was always fun; I was proud of my body, and I looked for any chance to please Master with it.
Then he spoke the trigger, words that passed in one ear and out the other like they always did. At this phase of training there was no immediate effect; this exercise was to instill instincts in me, not practice existing ones. I dared not ask what to do; Master was emphatic that his slaves were to speak when spoken to unless otherwise triggered.
“You need to pleasure me, Harmony. As you do, you will know greater bliss than any before.”
Only Master didn’t unlocked my plastic prison, just standing there watching me struggle futilely to comply. Before the hours of my attempt to obey were up, I had beaten my fists until I’d nearly broken bones trying to get out, so sore I could barely masturbate for my audience of one. My pussy was on fire, a fire only Master could quench. I needed Master like never before; Master had told me so, after all.
I screamed myself hoarse begging Master to release me. I don’t know how many days I was left in that cube, but by the time Master finally unlocked me, I understood what true lust really was.
I blinked. That had been my most complete memory fragment yet, and it had been horrifying. That hole Master had hollowed out in me, a hole only Master could fill…
But for now, I had other holes that needed filling.
Many of my triggers induce some amount of role play. The hostess trigger the delivery guy had used, for example. This one, however, was simplicity itself. I didn’t have to pretend I wanted to get fucked, because in that moment, it was real. I wanted nothing else but to have these men’s cocks slaking the boundless thirst I’d developed for them over the past few seconds.
“Ungh,” I groaned. I wanted to touch myself. Free my tits from this stupid bra. Get these jeans, these panties off so nothing could get in the way of getting fucked. I needed it. Only… my hands were firmly cuffed behind me.
I started just by squirming, but it was obvious I wasn’t going to slip them. Groping my ass felt good – and with the most pleasurable action my hands were capable of, I went right ahead and did it – but it wasn’t enough! Not nearly enough. I moaned in both frustration and arousal.
“Something wrong back there?” Officer Young asked from the front passenger seat. Black was glancing at me in the rear view mirror.
“My… my hands…” I said, lifting my butt so I could get my hands inside my jeans. Inside my panties. God I had a nice ass. Why weren’t they admiring it? How could they leave these jeans hiding it from sight? Was there some reason they weren’t squeezing it, spanking it? Why weren’t they fucking it?
“I’m sorry, but it’s… standard…” he trailed off, beginning to realize what I was doing behind my back. “Are you…?”
I growled at my fingers for not being long enough to reach my pussy from behind while sitting down like this. “Trying to play with myself,” I confirmed, “but… can’t reach,” I whined.
“Are you seeing this?” Young asked his partner incredulously.
“I sure am,” Black replied.
“You have to knock that off, young lady,” said Young, with the most severity a man watching me frantically try to play with myself could muster. I loved it. Right then, a stern, commanding police officer was exactly who I wanted to fuck me. I was so horny that any cock would do, but that one… it would be perfect.
“Just come back here and give me my hands,” I pleaded, turning around in the seat to point my ass right at them. I still couldn’t reach anything worth reaching, but since there was nothing I could do to get my shirt off, I could at least show him my plump little ass. Guys had always loved my ass. Hopefully these would be no exception.
“Ma’am, what you’re doing right now is against the law,” warned Black, though over my shoulder I could see him staring at me in the rear view mirror. Good. If he stared hard enough, he might realize what a moron he’d be to pass up my offer. I wasn’t some nappy hooker trying to get out of a night in lock-up; I was an exquisitely trained, incredibly sexy and incomparably desperate sex goddess.
“You can charge me,” I said, panting in need, “but just fuck me then charge me.”
“Can you believe this girl?” Young asked. He was trying to sound disbelieving, but his voice held just a soft hint of a question to his partner. Would this be OK?
I guess when these cops had been given my trigger, they must not have believed it would work so well. I fought to convince them. “Believe me. Give me back my hands and I swear you won’t regret it. No one would ever find out.”
Black snorted. “There’s a little thing called a forensics kit, Ms. Reed.”
Shit. He was right. No wonder they were so paranoid – they weren’t worried about wives and girlfriends, but about judges and juries. I scrambled to find ways around it, pressing my ass against the gr
ill. “You can wear condoms! Or not, I don’t care, but if you feel better about it. And, um, you could record it!” YES. Yes, that was hot, these two cops having a permanent souvenir of the time they tag-teamed yours truly. “Yeah, and I’ll beg for it. No one would believe I didn’t mean it. Can I waive my right to press charges if fucking my brains out is against some stupid law? Because I totally do. God, do I ever.”
As a former sex slave, I knew a thing or two about not having any rights. Right now, it didn’t faze me in the least.
Young wrinkled his nose in surprise. “Holy cow, this girl really is turned on – do you smell that? Is… is that…?”
“That’s me all right. I’m so fucking wet for you. I’ll be the wettest cunt you ever fucked, Officer Young.” As the senior officer chuckled at my nickname for his rookie partner, I slid my ass down so it was right next to his headrest. Mercifully, he put my claim to the test, and I felt a finger gently probe my crotch through the bars. I moaned, instantly humping myself against it, half out of my mind with the need for a man’s touch. Especially this man’s.
“Well?” Black asked quietly.
“She ain’t kidding. She’s… she’s soaked.”
Then he pulled his finger back, and I whined at its withdrawal. “Don’t tease me, officers! I need it sooooo baaad!” I wailed.
“I’m gonna take the riot cuffs off,” said Young. Oh thank god! I pushed them up as close as possible to the bars.
“You can’t do that, kid,” said his partner. “You could get in serious trouble, I’m telling you.”
“I just wanna see what she does. C’mon, tell me you’re not curious.”
Evidently I’d piqued his interest at least enough for this, as no further objection was made. After a moment, I felt him using some kind of tool on the cuffs, and next thing I knew they’d slid right off. I didn’t even wait for him to get the second hand before I threw myself back down in my seat. “Oh thank you! Thank you thank you thank you thank you,” I repeated as I practically tore my shirt off, relieved hands massaging my big tits through my bra for a moment until I decided that, too, had to go.
Young gave a low whistle at the sight of my cute young tits. “Do you wanna feel them? Suck on them? Would you like a tit-fuck? Just come on back and it’s yours, whatever you want.”
“This can’t be real,” said Officer Young as I began shucking my jeans, groaning in sweet relief as I could finally get my fingers in my cunt. I wouldn’t be able to get off this way – Master had made sure I still needed a man for that – but it was better than nothing, at least an effort to do something about the heat in my loins.
Hopefully it would at least give them ideas.
“Must be some kinda whackjob nympho or something,” opined Officer Black.
“Exactly right. I fucking love cock. I can’t ever get enough of cop cock, officers,” I said, planting my feet wide apart on the grill and tearing my panties clean off as I went to town on myself.
They watched me for another block or so, no doubt grateful for the tinted windows and low traffic in this neighborhood, but they were surely becoming cognizant of the risk I was exposing them to. “Look, we gotta make a decision here,” said Black. “Either cite her – and get her dressed and restrained again – or…”
“Or…” said Young tonelessly, staring at my shameless masturbation display.
Black laughed at his partner’s fixation. “You decided what you were gonna do the moment you saw that white slut’s titties. Just say it, man. I’ll back you.”
“Turn left up there. We can use Ramsford Park.”
The men shared lupine smiles. “I know the spot.”
“Fuck yes, I promise you, you won’t regret this,” I said, not slowing. They could fuck me in the middle of the street for all I cared.
Soon, we’d pulled over at the park. It was lit only in spots, none of which were nearby; an old pavilion full of park tables was directly in front of us, the sort people would rent for family get-togethers or company picnics. The two officers exited the vehicle, and I gasped with anticipation. It was finally time.
I was gonna get fucked, after all those agonizing seconds of waiting.
The door opened, and Officer Young extended a hand to me. Aware of my pussy-stained juices on my own, I accepted his offer anyway and he gallantly aided me to my feet. The night air was chill, but I didn’t care. These men would keep me warm.
“You really are beautiful,” Young said, admiring me head to toe. I posed for him, really wishing he’d just fuck me but knowing it had to be on his terms.
Then Black was behind me; I realized his presence when he smacked me on the ass and nudged me roughly toward the pavilion. “Don’t coddle her, kid. Bitch don’t wanna be coddled. Bitch just wants a dick, don’t you Ms. Reed?”
My response was a simple moan; that was indeed all I wanted. He guided me to a picnic table, where he had me kneel on the bench and bend over. The flaking paint scratched enticingly at my bare tits. “Her back’s almost as good as her front,” said Young. They were talking about me like I wasn’t even a person. God it was hot. I was nothing but tits and ass and cunt to them, holes and wet spots.
“You’re too eager. Now, we need to make sure Ms. Reed doesn’t have any funny ideas about running off, don’t we?”
“And leave your cocks high and dry? No, sir!”
“Yeah, well talk is cheap. Gimme your hands.”
Without hesitating, I thrust them forward. He bent them under the table, then re-fastened the riot cuffs I’d left half-on such that I was secured to the table. It was a bit of a stretch; I couldn’t even lean up. I was essentially fastened to the table.
Right where I wanted to be.
“So, uh, are you gonna…?” Young’s voice asked timidly. Not me, so I knew I didn’t need to talk. Just wait, look sexy, and get fucked. My whole reason for being.
“You go ahead, kid.”
My heart was thundering in my ears as I heard Officer Young undoing his utility belt, lowering his pants to the ground. “God yes, I need this. Please fuck me, officer!” I pleaded.
“Little bitch knows how to show respect, at least, I’ll grant her that,” said Black, patting my head like a good dog. I grinned up at him.
Then my jaw dropped so I could cry out in bliss. Young’s cock was at the gates of my pussy. “You’re sure you want this?” he asked.
I didn’t even hear him, I was so focused on my cunt and its impending fucking. Then I felt a firm hand smacking me on the ass, then a few more. “Man asked you a question, Ms. Reed. You best answer him.”
I didn’t remember being asked anything, so I just said the first thing that came into my head. “Pretty please fuck me, Officers? I promise I won’t be a bad girl ever again if you just give me your cocks.”
“Well there’s your answer,” Black said, giving me a few more pats on the ass from across the table. His crotch was right in my face, and I didn’t waste an opportunity to lick at the front of his uniform. I hoped he wouldn’t get mad at me for being greedy.
Then I stopped caring about anything. I was getting fucked.
Thank goodness we were in a secluded area, because I positively screeched in delight as he entered me. I was immediately measuring the timing of his thrusts so I could buck my hips back against him, each time moaning louder and louder as I fulfilled my earthly purpose.
“Hey, Ms. Reed, can you keep it down? We’re alone, but… there’s only so alone you can get,” he said, panting.
“Trying,” I moaned, “can’t. Cock… too heavenly!”
“Allow me,” said Officer Black, lowering his own pants to reveal a cock so massive it was almost threatening. I needed it. I’d kill for it. I had to have it. As luck would have it, that was exactly what he intended. “Harmony Reed… you have the right to remain silent.”
He took a handful of my hair and impaled my face on his cock. It was so wide I already knew my jaw would ache after. I could barely give a decent blowjob under these conditions, bu
t it wouldn’t have mattered. He held my head where he wanted it and proceeded to fuck my face. One of them at both ends filling me, I was a toy that was made to be shared with friends and colleagues.
I felt better than I had in months.
At some point, I found my throat suddenly bathed in spurt after gigantic spurt of cum, at which point I was finally able to come myself. As my pussy clenched down, that triggered Officer Young, who did me the honor of filling my pussy with a load of his own.
Then they swapped places, and if I thought it had been incredible before, I had been deluding myself. Behind me, Officer Black rubbed his cock against the friction of my ass cheeks until he was good and hard again, then in he went. Whereas his partner had been gentle to the point of frustration, he plowed me like he was mad at me. And maybe he was. After all, he was the cop; I was the criminal. Now that he’d cum, he had impressive reserves of stamina, and took the opportunity to smack my ass any time he found my attentions wanting.
Sometimes, I provoked him just for another swat. I just loved him treating me like his own personal playground too damn much.
Meanwhile, Young came around in front of me. He lifted my shoulders up so that he could access my tits, which he fondled like a kid on Christmas until he encountered the same problem his partner had earlier. I was just too fucking horny not to be wailing out of my whore mouth with every thrust into my cunt. He tried shushing me, but all it got him was a stammered apology before Black bottomed out in my cunt and I howled like a coyote at the full moon.
“Do you mind if I…?” he asked, but when it was clear I was too preoccupied to answer, he just slid his cock right in my mouth. Just like I’d wanted. Only unlike his swarthy partner, he didn’t just fuck my face, heedless of whether or not I was gagging or could even breathe. No, Young put one foot on the bench and left the other planted on the ground and let me do one of the things I do best: suck a man’s cock.
Having just gotten off, they each had a great deal more endurance this time around. I came and came – I sometimes thought of the command that put me in this state as my “hair trigger” – but they just kept fucking me, kept letting me suck and suck until I was worried I might actually suck out some portion of his soul, I was so devoted to it.
