All characters are 18 years old and over.
Warning
: forced rough sex within. (Rape fantasy). Read at own risk.
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I couldn't believe it, I was being arrested.
I had gotten into a fight with a girl -- Lisa -- at a diner while I was out on a really shitty date. This girl was an uppity bitch that I had to deal with for 4 years in school and in all that time I'd never laid a hand on her, or anyone for that matter. I wasn't a violent person.
I've been told I'm a sweet girl, maybe a little naive, always seeing the good in others no matter what. I looked it too, big blue doe eyes, a slight stature with small perky breasts but an ass that I've caught many people, girls and teachers, checking out more than once. I'm a blonde, and that often made people think me ditzy, but I had a sharp mind and was accepted into Harvard which I would begin attending in the fall.
But tonight I had lost it and slapped Lisa across the face and it had felt great, but then she had slapped me back and an all out cat fight began in the middle of the crowded diner. They called the cops of course, and Lisa was put into a patrol car while I was shoved into the back of a detectives car who had been close by at the time of the call.
He was handsome, if maybe a bit rough looking and probably in his early 40's. He looked 6ft -- so, much taller than me -- and packing some muscle. He had dark hair that was tight on the sides and a little longer on the top, and a rough stubble spreading across his strong chin and jaw.
I sat in the back of the car with my hands cuffed painfully behind my back, absolutely fuming as the detective, who had said his name was Nate Locke, drove the car.
"What's your name and age girl?" Detective Locke asked, making me blink as I resurfaced from the angry red haze fogging my mind.
"Oh... um, Haley Knight. I'm 18, Sir."
"18 huh?" he murmured seemingly to himself, and as the silence stretched I began to instantly feel uncomfortable and not only because of the cuffs biting painfully into my skin. I could see and feel him looking at me through the mirror, and as I watched I'd swear I saw his eyes darkening from a bright blue to a black that sent a chill down my spine. It was then I realized we were heading nowhere near the police station, in fact we were going in the opposite direction all together. It looked like we were headed into the warehouse district.
"Um, Sir are ... are we going in the right direction?" I stammered as I looked everywhere in hope of seeing a police station and finding none.
"Yes."
"But the station is in the opposite direction," I replied before he met my confused gaze in the mirror.
"I never said I was taking you to jail, little girl. I have a different type of punishment in store for you," he said, and I could see the sinister smile reflect through his dark eyes causing my stomach to drop and my heart to race.
I struggled against the handcuffs which caused him to chuckle as he drove past a gate and through a garage entrance into a vast empty warehouse. I continued to struggle as he parked the car and exited the vehicle. I scooted to the other side of the car, away from him, my breath shallow and rapid from fear of what punishment this older man had in store for me. My mind raced with images of him strangling me before chopping me up into little bits, never to be seen or heard from again. Thoughts of what my parents would think had me tearing up.
I whimpered when Detective Locke opened the car door and I tried to scramble out of his reach but it was impossible.
"No! Get away from me!" I shouted, my voice full of fear. I kicked at him which only managed to make him furious.
"Bitch! Come here," he growled as he roughly clamped his big hands around my ankles and yanked me out of the car. I yelped in pain and fright as my back hit the hard cement ground harshly, and I had no time to think before he grabbed me by the hair and began to drag me away from the car and into the middle of the bright warehouse.
I screamed from the pain and terror he was inflicting upon me before he released my hair and I fell to my side. I looked up at him terrified out of my mind. I couldn't ever remember being this scared before, I could hardly think straight, and just as I began to wonder what he wanted with me, he began unbuckling his belt. I would swear my heart stopped dead as cold terror and dread swept over me.
He was going to rape me. I was going to be raped.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God this can't be happening! He's a cop, he's supposed to be a good guy!
My mind uselessly screamed at me.
I watched with wide eyes as he removed his half-hard dick from his underwear and at the sight of that monster cock I began scrabbling back away from it while shaking my head in denial that this was actually happening, but he just stood on my ankle halting my retreat and making me gasp in pain. I then realized tears were pouring down my cheeks in terror.
"Please,
please