Disclaimer: TRIGGERS - This story contains rough and coerced sex. Please do not read on if this may affect you and please accept my apologies. This story is written as pure fantasy ONLY and I do not condone the behaviour of the antagonists. If you cannot differentiate between fantasy and reality then please do not read on! Otherwise, please enjoy!
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I'm still in a blissful daze as the police officers wrap a blanket around me, helping me up from the bed. It hurts to walk, my pussy sore from taking such a big cock, my legs like jelly. Daylight floods the room and I can see more of the polaroid photos scattered on the floor. The girl I recognise, along with others, and young men, all in various states of undress or in a sex act. The police talk to me as we leave the room, two of them helping me walk, one holding each of my arms.
I barely register what they are saying as they help me down the stairs and outside. An ambulance is just pulling up and there are police cars everywhere. I look down to the lake and see more police there. They must have found their fellow officer. As I'm helped towards the ambulance I see two young male officers looking down at a phone gleefully, then looking up at me before dropping the phone into an evidence bag and I remember. Oh God, how many more people will see those compromising photos of me? The thought of the shame and humiliation sends shivers down my spine, but oddly tingles my sex.
I look at the two officers, stopping in my tracks as their eyes mentally pull the blanket from my body. Instantly my mind jumps to a fantasy of them both using my naked body, coercing me with threats of leaking those photos. They bend me over an interrogation desk, one plunging into me from behind as the other fills my mouth. My fingers grip the blanket tightly, my eyes shut tight, as I lose myself in the fantasy, my breath quickening.
"Miss Armstrong?" I snap out of the fantasy as a my name is called. I open my eyes and see the source of the voice - a beautiful blonde paramedic. "Come on Miss Armstrong, let me take a look at you in the ambulance..." Again, my thoughts start to race. I've never been turned on by a woman before, yet in my mind we're both naked in the back of that ambulance, me tied down to the stretcher and her on top of me, fingering me hard before straddling my chest and...
A hand grabs hold of my arm, sending another shudder through me, but snapping me back out of the fantasy as I'm lead away to the ambulance. The whole way to the hospital she talks at me and I try my best to respond, images of her riding my face popping in and out of my head.
We reach the hospital and I'm given a hospital gown to wear. To the doctors want to check me over and the police want answers, but I just want to go home. I can't be around people while my labido is in over-drive - I'm genuinely concerned that I may end up just jumping on someone right there in the middle of the ward! Fortunately for me, people in this town listen to Shane Armstrong and someone has called my step-dad, who has told them in no uncertain terms to leave me alone until he arrives.
Shane has brought me clothes to wear home. My mum is out of town on business, so he's had to grab the first clothes he could find in my room: a light blue denim mini skirt and a red crop top. No shoes, no bra, no panties. Just a skirt and top - typical useless man! I quickly put them on and we leave, with him telling the police officers that he will let them know when I'm ready to talk.
We get into his SUV and he sets off for home "Chloe, what the hell happened last night?!"
"I... I don't want to talk about it..." All I want to do right now is get home and lock myself away in my room with my dildo. Maybe take a hot shower with it. My fingers curl around the hem of my skirt, inches from my exposed pussy, trying to fight these crazy urges.
"A police officer is dead Chloe! They found him with his trousers down and you were naked in a bed not far away! Do you have any idea how bad this makes me look?!" And there it is. "Tell me what happened Chloe!"
The sound of his loud demands sends another jolt through my body, my nipples stiffening under my tight fitting top, clearly poking through the thin material "I said I don't want to talk about it!" I yell back, staring out of the window, trying to calm these lustful feelings.
"Oh you'll talk about it when we get home. You'll tell me everything." My mind flashes back to the officer's spanking... "Christ, Chloe, the last thing I need right now is a scandal! I'm going to be running for mayor soon!"
We reach the house and head inside. I make a bee-line for the stairs, but Shane grabs my wrist pulling me back "Where do you think your going?!"
