It was a dark and stormy night. The woods crew got scared off by the dark ominous skies. Hannah was quite bummed that everyone bailed. She had so wanted to let off some steam...and maybe run into Darren. Seeing how far she could tempt him had been the plan. Between a couple of "special blends" from her cousin's stash and her trusty pink dildo, affectionately known as "Pinkie", resistance was futile. But sadly, he hadn't even shown. And now, soaked through, her silky cream t-shirt looking like a second skin across her chest and her little black flouncy skirt outlining her thighs, and no change of clothes, Hannah was pretty bummed. Being left her to her own devices always meant driving around aimlessly through all the back roads around her rural town, trying to get lost in their familiarity. The radio was on full blast, thumping out "S.E.X." The rain was driving hard against the windshield; so much so, the wipers were barely keeping up. She was busy singing along "S is for the simple need...E is for the ecstasy...X is just to mark the spot cause that's the one you really waaaaaant..." paying no real attention to her speed or that her lights weren't on. This is precisely why she was oblivious to the sirens and lights behind her for a few minutes, until the cop car pulled up next to her.
"CRAAAAAAAAAP" she growled as she slowed to a stop on the shoulder, in a secluded section of road way deep in the woods. Hannah hated getting pulled over, and always felt so intimidated by the sheer power cops seemed to exude in a uniform. She rolled down her window as he approached.
"Hi officer, what seems to be the problem?" she asked timidly.
"Do you have any idea how fast you were going? And with a storm like this, it's a hazard to not have your lights on, not to mention it's the law when your wipers are on!"
"Oh...I-I'm sorry. I had a bummer of a day, and I'm soaked to the bone, and I was just trying to dry out and relax a little."
"I need your license, insurance and registration please."
"O-o-okay. H-Hold on, it's in my purse here...just wait, my - my wallet's sssstu-" and as the wallet let loose with a flick of her wrist, out flew the joints and Pinkie, right into her lap.
"Oooooooohhhhh shit! Oh my god, I can explain, shit oh, I was taking these to a friend but I got side tracked...bu-but it's not mine! I swear! Oh please don't arrest me! I never do stupid stuff like this! I'm the good girl! Pleeeeeease!"
"Step out of the car ma'am."
"Oh man...ok...but you're not going to arrest me are you?! Pleeeeeeeease!"
"Please step out of the car NOW ma'am."
At this point, it had begun to rain hard again; Hannah bit her lip, fighting back tears while the cop searched her car top to bottom. She was soaked through again. Her creamy tee was leaving nothing to the imagination again. Deciding to forego a bra in order to help her temptress ways was proving to be a really stupid decision. Her supple perky breasts showed right through, her erect nipples popping out. The little black skirt was askew and plastered half way up her curvy hip, exposing a single black string, tied in a bow. He finished his search, and then directed her back to his car.
"Are you arresting me? Please don't arrest me! I'll do anything! You can keep the joints; I've never even smoked before! They were my cousin's! I'll turn on my lights, a-and drive 30 miles an hour straight home and you'll never see me on this road again! Please don't arrest me PLEASE!" The officer didn't say anything as he leaned arms crossed next to her against his car. But Hannah was suddenly aware how much closer he was than before, and that his finger was just barely tracing up and down her arm, his eyes fixed on her jutting nipples.
"Um, am I going to jail officer?" She asked quietly, inching backwards, away from his fierce ogling.
"Only if you refuse to do exactly as I say. Trust me doll face..." He grinned, tracing the side of her face with none other than her own Pinkie. She stood panic stricken for a moment, her mind racing through various violent horrible scenes, none of which ended well for her. He must have seen the horror in her eyes.
"Relax kitten, I wouldn't ever hurt such a delicate thing like you, it would be a crime." He snickered at his own irony. She rolled her eyes at his corny joke. She was back in control of her emotions now, and her thinking; and starting to pay attention to the officer's soft touch.
NO! He's a freaking officer of the law and it's so wrong. I'll go to jail before I do this guy any favors! She thought to herself.
He held out the pink dildo and examined it. She watched his eyebrows rise as he peered back up from it to her.
"What's a little lady like you doing with such a thing like this in her purse? Doesn't seem like an appropriate accessory for the "good girl"..." he trailed off as he slid Pinkie up her stringed hip and across the line still hidden by her skirt. She jumped back, but he grabbed hold of her arm and yanked her against him.
"Remember the alternative if you resist little lady." He pulled out his handcuffs and dangled them in front of her face.
"Then take me to jail!" she screamed in his face.
"Someone needs to remind you what good girls act like!" he grunted, and spun her around mashing her against the back fender of the cruiser, muscling her legs apart with his knee and bending her over the car's rear end. He slapped the handcuffs around her wrists, tightening them hard, making her whimper. He pressed himself into her back, practically on top of her, and breathed heavily in her ear. One hand grabbed her breast; the other one traced Pinkie over her hip and lifted her skirt to trace the strings of her panties. She wriggled beneath him. "Oh no sweet thing, you won't be running off on me. Not until you pay your debt to society."
As much as she loathed his blatant abuse of his authority, she was starting to really enjoy the manipulation of his fingers on her nipple. And the feeling of Pinkie as he directed it along her string line across the top of her ass.
"You won't get away with this!" She wriggled some more, this time with her ass purposely against his crotch. "Someone is going to come along and see this and stop and report you!" She felt him straighten up behind her.
"You're right kitten. Maybe we'll have to take this somewhere a little more obscure. And then maybe we can get to know each other a little better." He was breathing in her ear again.
Hannah's heart was thumping in her ears, but it wasn't quite panic she was feeling at the moment.
Ugh, he's a cop looking for sexual favors Hannah - STOP BEING INTERESTED!!!!
He grabbed her arm and started leading her off the shoulder and into the woods engulfing the road. She kept resisting and struggling against his pull, forcing him to pull her closer to his warm body; it felt so good against her cool wet skin.
This is absurd, she thought. I can't believe this is happening to me...and I can't decide if I want to run far away, or let him bone me?! What is wrong with me?!
He stopped and stared overhead at the tree limb about six inches above her head.
"This looks like a perfect spot." He was grinning at her again, and ogling her some more. He unlocked one of the handcuffs, but not the other.
"W-what are you doing, why did we stop, why are you taking off the handcuffs?" she whined at him, slightly confused.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head. I'm just going to make it easier for us to get to know each other..." and with that he pulled her close, nose to nose with him, each of his hands gripping her full round ass. He looked deep into her eyes, and slid one hand up from her ass, over her hip, along her waist and side, her arm moving up, to allow it, her shirt bunching up as his hand rose. His fingers tickled up and down her side, giving her goose bumps, and making her nipples erect again. One breast was already completely exposed, and he was now flicking her nipple with his tongue, nibbling gently, while his other hand was now lifting the other side of her shirt. As her other breast peaked out, he attacked it with his tongue and she let out a low sigh. She raised her arms to allow him to lift the shirt completely, not realizing what she was doing, totally focused on the tingling sensations beginning to radiate throughout her body. He continued to manipulate her breasts and nipples, and she moaned a little. He slid the shirt over her head, and her short auburn curls bounced down to her shoulders. He slid her shirt up her arms, just to her wrists, just under the tree branch and in one motion clamped the one dangling handcuff to her other wrist. When she realized what had happened she began to writhe away from him.
"What are you DOING?!" she howled. "What are you going to do to me?!"
"Kitten, hush now! I don't want to have to gag you! Or worse bind your feet. That would be unpleasant for you, pushed up against this tree in bare skin. Be a good girl, and calm down sweet thing. I told you I wasn't going to hurt you..."
"I'll scream if you don't let me go. It's clearing up, someone is bound to be out and about, and they will hear me! You WON'T get away with this! HELP! HELLLLLLLLP!" she wailed as loud as she possibly could.
