My jaw dropped and I instinctively covered my sex.
Doing so, I'd exposed my tits.
He smiled broadly, fixated on them.
I drew one arm back up to cover them, such as I could.
"Handcuff yourself," he said.
"No way," I said. "Listen, you want to strip me to make sure I don't have any weapons on me, that's one thing. But I'm not letting you handcuff me."
"No; you'll handcuff yourself."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to have to shoot you."
"You won't kill me," I said. "You used to love me. And I…"
I trailed off.
I what? The truth is I'm so over Rock. I'm so over the old life of drugs and partying and giving lap dances and blowjobs to bikers for their amusement. Do I miss it? Sure, but that was the old me. That was Rock's girl. Now I'm my own person. I have a job where I'm respected.
"Of course I won't kill you, Trixie. But you've got such nice legs. I'd hate to have to kneecap one of them."
"You don't have to shoot."
"No. I don't. Handcuffs. Now."
I took one last look at him and sighed.
I knew it was a bad idea. But what else could I do? I had to trust that Rock wasn't planning on beating me, raping me, torturing me or killing me. All of which are on his rap sheet in the past. No one could prove it of course, but I was his girl, and he's told me things. Terrible things that—at the time—I didn't want to believe he was capable of. Now it's easier to believe. But what choice did I have?
I picked the handcuffs up and locked one wrist, and then got ready to lock the other.
"Behind your back," he said.
Of course he'd want them behind my back. With my hands locked behind me, I wouldn't be able to cover my sex or my tits, and he'd have total access. The thought was making my face more flush and my pussy tingle.
The bastard was going to know the effect he still had on me. I hated that.
I clicked the other cuff behind my back.
Now I really was at his mercy, wearing nothing but my panties, with my tits out.
"There. I did what you asked. Are you going to put that thing away now?"
"What, this?" he said, holding up the shotgun. "Or did you mean my other weapon?"
He tugged at his crotch.
"Both," I retorted.
"Turn around," he said. "I need to make sure those cuffs are nice and tight."
I turned around and he came up behind me and the closed a hand around each cuff, effectively making them even tighter.
"Ow! Rock, you're hurting me!"
"Gotta make sure those cuffs are nice and tight. Don't want you getting away on me now."
Dammit! I'd hoped I might wait for his guard to be down, wriggle free then grab his gun and take control. But that wasn't going to work now.
"There. Nice and tight. Just the way you know I like my girls' pussies."
I felt hot. The allusion to my tight pussy was giving me a wet, tight pussy.
"You're a pig," I said.
"No, Trixie. You're a pig. That's the problem. Puts me in a real awkward position. You used to be a girl I could trust. Now you've switched sides. What the hell happened to you?"
The truth was, I missed the old life. It's not like I thought they were all bad. But people in the town kept getting killed, and after Rock's house got shot up by rivals—with me in it—he said he'd take care of it. No cops. Just that 'he'd take care of it.' That was the last straw for me. I didn't want to almost die all the time just to be Rock's girl. Even though I did like being Rock's girl.
I know, I know. Ironic, isn't it? I didn't want to get shot at anymore, so I became a cop. Sounds dumb when I say it that way, but it's true. The truth is, I became a cop to take people like Rock off the streets. If I get my well, I may well end up saving the cocky bastard's life!
Rock turned me around, and pulled my head back by the hair.
"That's better," he said.
"Rock…I…"
"Shh…you're getting wet, aren't you?"
"No," I said, perhaps a little too readily.
Rock reached down for my sex.
I wanted to tell him to stop, but the truth was, I badly needed to be touched.
"Oh…" I sighed, feeling his fingers on my sex.
"My god, Trixie, you're wet as fuck."
"It's the adrenaline," I lied.
"Adrenaline my ass. You're practically begging to be fucked. That's the real reason you're here without backup, isn't it?"
"No."
"Really? No sane person would sneak in here like this. Particularly not this carelessly. What the hell did you think you were going to find, anyway?"
"I know you have a cache of contraband coming through."
"'Contraband'? What the hell kind of word is that? What do you think we have? Drugs? Illegal Guns? Sex slaves? Come on. You know me better than that."
"I don't know who you are at all, Rock."
"Your pussy sure seems to. You seem to be enjoying this."
Oh…fuck…was I ever enjoying it! The truth was, I hadn't been touched down there in a long time. Not since I left rock. Sure, I had a few hopeful suitors back at the precinct, and they were respectful, and dignified.
And boring.
Rock brought his face really close so I could feel his warm breath.
"Admit it. You miss me."
I gulped. I didn't want to admit it. Because he was right. And I hated that.
"Admit it," he said, playing with my clit a little more forcefully, driving me into a drooling stupor.
"Fine," I admitted. "Now will you put the gun away?"
"What, this?"
The gun at my face.
"Rock, don't."
"Open your mouth," he said.
"Rock…?"
"I said open your mouth, Trixie."
I did as I was told. Then he put the shotgun in.
"Get on your knees."
I did as I was told.
I was scared out of my mind now. Somehow I was still really horny. There was something erotic about this, despite how dangerous it was. But also, it was fucking crazy!
What the fuck is wrong with you, Rock? I wanted to scream.
And yet I was also still horny as fuck, soaking my panties.
Please, Rock. Don't do this.
"Suck it. Suck it the way I know you want to suck my dick."
I felt a tear trickle down my cheek.
I sucked the tip of his shotgun like it was his cock. I shut my eyes and pictured his cock, bracing myself for the worst.
"Keep your eyes on me," he said.
I opened them, and kept sucking, sensually, the way I knew he liked it.
Maybe if I do this well enough, he'll remember how good I am at it, and he'll use his real one.
Finally, he took the gun out.
"Please," I sobbed.
"Please what?"
"Please don't point that thing at me. What if it goes off?"
"You mean like my cock? If it goes off because I get too excited?"
"Yeah."
"It won't."
"Guns can go off by accident all the time, Rock. Please don't…"
"This one can't."
"You can't be sure of that!"
"No? Watch."
He pointed the gun at my head, and pulled the trigger.
I peed myself a little when I heard the click. My breathing and my heard rate skyrocketed. But he just laughed.
"I haven't even loaded it. I was bluffing when I said I'd shoot you."
"You bastard!" I shouted.
He just snickered.
I felt stupid. Here I'd just let him disarm me, strip me, handcuff me, and now get me to perform degrading sex acts because…what? He said he'd hurt me and I trusted he would?
"You lied to me!" I said.
"Guilty as charged."
"Take these off me," I demanded, tugging at the cuffs behind me.
"I don't think so, sweetness
. You just look so cute like that. Besides, we were having fun, weren't we?"
"You were!"
"You were too. I mean, god, look at your panties now. You look like you just went swimming in them."
"That's because I peed a little when you pulled that damn trigger!"
"Do you seriously think I'd ever hurt you, sweetness?"
I'd forgotten how much I liked it when he called me 'sweetness.' Even if he was a criminal bastard with a messed-up sense of humor!
"I don't know," I said.
I felt another tear drip down my cheek.
"Tell me you want my cock," he said.
Arrogant fucking jerk! Yeah, I want your cock. I'm not admitting to that, though. I have a job to do!
"No!"
He slapped me across the face. It stung a little, but it certainly wasn't his hardest. Besides, I'm a tough girl and I refuse to cry.
"Your pussy says otherwise," he said. "Look at it. Your panties are actually dripping now. Fuck…it makes my cock so goddamn hard!"
"Really?" I said.
Whoops! Maybe that was somewhat out of character.
Rock cracked a smile.
I just knelt there, helplessly and hornily gazing up at him.
Rock unzipped his pants and took out his huge cock. It was fully erect, veins bulging, the glans swelled a red, looking like it was about to burst at any time.
Somehow, the sight of Rock's cock, after such a long time without it, and now seeing it fully erect-it was all too much for me. I suddenly felt desperate. My pussy needed it!
"I want your cock," I said.
Another tear fell down my face. I felt horny, and ashamed, and sad that he'd defeated me in every way. He had me at his mercy, on my knees, and now he knew I still wanted him!
"Show me," he said.
I crawled forward on my knees. I took his cock into my mouth. I didn't even have the patience to lick the tip like I normally do. I just took him into my mouth and began sucking him in and out frantically, slobbering all over him like a crazy, wet animal.
He slapped me again, sending the cock out of my mouth and making me gasps.
"Not like that," he said. "Calm the hell down. You're slobbering all over me like a wet, crazy bitch."
"I'm sorry, Rock."
"Be a good girl and lick it first."
I took a breath and tried to calm down, though the sight of his cock made me want to jump him—just grab him with both hands and suck until he went into a lustful frenzy of his own, and threw me to the floor and fucked me hard.
The way he used to. Back in the good old days. Or more like my old bad-girl days.
I licked the tip of his cock, and the shaft intermittently, still breathing heavy as I did so. Even though I was in handcuffs, and in an enemy's den, completely alone, somehow none of that seemed to matter.
Rock won't hurt me. Not really. He likes me too much. Besides, I like him too.
It was easier to admit that to myself while presented with his hard cock. Because now at least I knew he still wanted me too.
"Fuck me," I panted, between licks.
"Maybe. If you're good. But I want you to suck my dick first. Nice and slow."
I was only too happy to oblige. I took his cock back in, and sucked slowly and sensually.
He let me suck him for a time. I was just a girl still in love with a bad boy, on her knees, in handcuffs, sucking his cock. I let my tongue dance around his cock, inside my closed lips, hoping to drive him wild.
He put his hands on my head and began guiding me.
"Oh, yeah baby. Just like that. God I missed your sweet mouth."
He brushed his hand on my cheek.
"And this pretty face," he added.
My pussy gushed with desire. I wanted to reach a hand down the front of my panties to relieve some of the tension down there. But because of the handcuffs, I couldn't.
"Fuck me, Rock," I begged. "Please fuck me."
I hated admitting I still wanted him. But now I wanted him so badly I was too horny to care.
"You think it's gonna be that easy, do you?"
"I know you want me."
"Yeah, but I already have your mouth."
"Yeah, but you know my pussy feels even better."
"For you maybe."
He gave me a cocky smile.
"Please, Rock," I begged. "Please let me have your cock. I want to feel you inside me! Even if you come right away. I don't care. I just need to feel you in me again."
"Tell you what, Trixie. If you can make all my boys come, then you can have my cock."
"All your boys?"
"You remember the good old boys, don't you? Here, come on."
Rock put his strong hands around my throat and pulled me to my feet.
"Wait, Rock!" I said.
I couldn't be brought in front of the old boy like this…not with my hands cuffed behind me, and nothing on but my soiled panties.
"Wait," he laughed. "Do I look like a waiter?"
****
Rock took me into the main bar area, where there must have been a dozen of his biker boys drinking. There wasn't a girl in sight, which could be a very bad for me.
"Look who I found skulking around in the back, boys."
I stood there, humiliated, unable to cover myself, due to my hands being locked behind my back, and with nothing on but my soiled, soggy panties.
"Dude, seriously? Is that Trixie Boone?"
"Sure is."
"Isn't she one of the pigs now?"
"She sure is."
"Well what the fuck are we going to do with her?"
Rock smiled darkly. "What the fuck do you think? Look at her. Look at her hot little body. Yeah, maybe she's a pig now, but I think we can all still fuck that out of her. And look at her. She needs it bad. I reckon she ain't been fucked in months."
"I didn't say that," I protested.
"It's written all over your soiled, dirty little panties," said Rock. "You haven't had a good fuck in a long time. But boy are you ever gonna get fucked good tonight. You're gonna get fucked in every hole, Trixie."
"In every hole, lady-cop bitch!" another man echoed.
"Oh god," I gasped.
I felt simultaneously frightened but horribly aroused.
I realized I've probably already fucked half the guys in here. And maybe, at some point, sucked the other half off. But never anything like this!
"Any of you boys wanna help show this lady-cop a good time?"
"I always wanted to fuck a lady-cop," said one of the younger, new prospects I didn't recognize.
"Aye, me too," said Rory, in his scotch accent.
"Rock, please," I protested.
"Shut-up, Trixie. Just shut-up. I don't know where you get off sneaking around our business, but you're lucky you're you. And that I like you. We all like you. Isn't that right boys?"
They all hollered some kind of assent.
"So instead of shooting you and burying you somewhere…"
"We're going to show you a good time first," said Viper. "And then we're gonna shoot you."
Viper gave me a sadistic smile, which looked a bit like a sneer on account of all the facial scars he had. I was always terrified of Viper. I was so glad he wasn't in charge. Especially now that they had a good reason to just get rid of me.
"You sure this is a good idea?" ask Robbie, the more sensible one.
Robbie, you'll tell them not to hurt me, right?
"It's all right, Robbie," said Rock. "No, Viper, nobody's shooting anyone today."
"But she's a fuckin' pig now. She betrayed us!"
"Technically she abandoned us," said Rock. "But she didn't betray us. Anyway, here she is, come crawling back because she misses us. Ain't that right, sweetness?"
Rock squeezed my neck, showing me his power over me.
It hurt, but also, it kept me wet.
"Yes," I said.
"And you're sorry, right?"
"Yes."
"You want to show the
boys a good time, right?"
"Yes!"
"How you gonna do that, Trixie?"
"I will fuck or suck every cock in this room as many times as it takes to make you all happy," I said.
Rock smiled.
"Good girl, Trixie. You may be a pig, but at least you're an obedient one."
Rock roughly pulled me—with both hands around my neck—into the center of the bar, and then roughly shoved me to the floor.
I struggled to rise to my knees, and saw nearly a dozen of the bikers closing in around me, forming a circle. It was like being in a small room where the walls were all made of leather clad men.
And some of them were unzipping, and taking their cocks out.
The men idly stroked their massive, erect cocks as they looked down at my helpless, half-naked body.
"Whatcha gonna do, lady-cop?"
"Haha, looks like the cuffs are on the wrong hands now! That's…that's irony, right boss?"
"That's irony all right," replied Rock.
Infuriatingly, Rock had put his cock away for now. His was the cock I really wanted, but I'd settle for just about any cock now, I realized.
Especially if there are a dozen of them and they're all ready to go!
I looked around at the men closing in around me. So many cocks. But not Rock's.
I also didn't see Robbie's.
"Robbie?" I asked.
"Yeah?" I heard him call over from the bar.
"Why aren't you down here with your cock out?"
Robbie gave Rock a look.
"Is she serious? She's good with this?"
"Hell, yeah. You know Trixie. She hasn't changed one bit. Have you, you dirty little slut?"
"No, Rock," I said.
"So," said Rock, turning to Robbie. "Get your cock out. She always liked 'em nice and big. And yours is enormous."
It's true. Robbie's cock is massive. But that's not it. Well, that's part of it. But I trust Robbie. He won't hurt me. He'll look out for me. So will Rock. I'm sure of that. But two men I trust is better than one. Really, I just don't want Viper encouraging the other men to disfigure or kill me!
But I was pretty sure it wouldn't come to that. Pretty sure…
Robbie took out his cock, and we all got to see it in all its enormity. His cock seriously has to be at least twelve inches. Now, he's a big guy—at six-foot-six, and nearly three hundred pounds. He's fat, hairy, and not exactly a looker, but oh my god is he ever a nice guy. He's always been good to me. Plus, I love his massive cock! It's just…so satisfying to play with!
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