This robbery is going great, you think to yourself. The bank guard, an old man, never noticed the interaction with the teller. The teller fills the bags fast after you hand her the note. You quickly turn from the counter and make for the door. This is where bad luck sets in. You bump into a large man walking in the door, slowing your exit. The teller yells, "Stop her, she just robbed the bank!". The stranger grabs your arm and pulls you down hard to the floor.
As he slams your body into the floor, you feel his weight through the knee in your back, holding you down. He grabs one of your wrists and pulls your arm behind your back. Just your luck to run into a hero. When you hear the handcuff noise and then feel the metal on your wrist you realize your luck has gone from bad to worse.
"You are under arrest", the deep voice says.
"Great, an off-duty cop", you think to yourself.
You fight to keep your second arm from being brought behind your back. He is so strong that he has no problem bending your arm behind you. With the second cuff on your wrist your arms are useless. You feel his knee come off your back as he stands up.
"Fuck you!" You say as he starts to reach down to lift you up.
He slides his foot forward between your legs slamming his foot hard into your pussy. You are thankful it was not a kick but the impact both hurt and felt good at the same time. You realize how excited you are by the whole situation. You were wet just from the idea of robbing the bank but now being manhandled by the cop is adding to it.
"Behave yourself'', he says as he grabs your hair and pulls you to your feet.
The bank manager walks over and thanks the officer for his timing and quick action. The officer says that he is going to take you in now and that he will be back later to do the paperwork. He pushes you out the door and to his car. You turn and try and kick him in the nuts. Your foot lands on the inside of his thigh as he twists slightly to deflect the kick. He reaches out with one of his big hands and grabs you by the neck, "You'll be sorry for that", he growls in your face.
Opening the door, he forces you into the back seat. The car smells of his aftershave. This strikes you as funny that with all the trouble you are in, that is what you notice. You shift to relieve the pressure on your arms against the back seat as he slides into the driver's seat. He starts the car and drives away from the bank.
As he drives through traffic you get a chance to really look at him. His hair is cut short, a nice dark brown. His beard is scruffy but cleanly shaped. You realize that he must also be well over 6 feet tall with the way he had to bend down to get in your face. His hands on the steering wheel show how big they are. He looks up at you in the rear view mirror with very green eyes. There is something in those eyes that make things low in your body go tight. There is also something that makes you look away.
As you start to look around you realize that you do not recognize the part of town you are in.
"This is not the way to the police station", you try and say it in a strong defiant voice, but with the tremor your voice has, it sounds weak to your own ears.
"Shut up'', he says in a low, deep voice.
The threat in his voice causes a shiver to run through you. A ball of fear grows in the pit of your stomach that something about this is not right. The area outside the car is becoming more and more secluded as he drives.
Finally he pulls onto a dirt road that lead into the woods. After a short distance he pulls off into a clearing and comes to a stop. He reaches across the front seat and picks something up and gets out of the car. On the roof he quickly places whatever it was that he picked up.
Turning he opens your door and yells, "Get out!"
You hesitate for a moment and he reaches into the car to grab you. You lean away but not fast enough to avoid him grabbing your leg and pulling you across the seat. You kick him in the leg with all your strength. He barely flinches and slaps you hard across your face. The shock of the blow leaves you stunned for a moment. Next you feel yourself being pulled out of the car and lifted onto his shoulder. He carries you to the front of the car. You start to struggle and thrash against his strong hand holding you in place on his shoulder. He drops you like a bag of potatoes to the ground. The wind is knocked out you when you hit the ground.
"So you like to play rough do you", he says with a heat in his eyes. He removes his gun and his badge from his belt and places them on the hood. You notice that he has a nightstick laying on the hood and a second pair of handcuffs.
Grabbing you by the hair he pulls you up to a kneeling position. With his free hand, he slowly unzips his fly and pulls out his cock.
"Since you wanted to play with my balls earlier, now you will get your chance. If you misbehave again, this will get worse for you," he says as he pulls your head into him. "Lick and kiss my balls. Show them how sorry you are."
Your face is tight against his cock. His manly smell is strong but clean. His cock is hard against your face. His balls are hairy and large, hanging down below his large cock. You realize at the moment you have a choice to make. You softly move your tongue along the length of him. You listen to the intake of air as your tongue reaches the bottom of his hard cock. You shift your eyes up to see his head tipped back. You quickly pull back your head and slam it into his crotch. As he bellows you scurry to get away from him.