Spanish Princess

"Where are you two headed?" the police officer growled, his dark eyes glaring at the young woman sitting nervously behind the wheel.

"Florida she said," her voice shaking with a combination of anger and fear. Anger, because she hadn't done anything wrong, and she hated cops who threw their power around. Fear, because there was something very unsettling about the way he was looking at her. "Look, I wasn't speeding or anything, so-"

The cop shone his bright flashlight into the girl's pale face, blinding her momentarily, stunning her mid-sentence. In the passenger seat, the glow of the flashlight illuminated the figure of a young woman, her tan arms crossed in front of her, a river of thick Spanish hair flowing across her shoulders. The passenger said nothing, choosing instead to stare silently out the windshield, down the darkened highway, while the officer continued speaking to her friend.

"I stopped you on suspicion of intoxication," he said coldly. "You were weaving all over the road."

"That's bullshit!" she exclaimed, and immediately the light was back in her eyes.

"You watch your fucking mouth," he growled at her. "You speak to me politely, or else I'll have to teach you some respect."

The driver's heart sunk at these words, and she felt her pulse begin to race with anxiety. Her pale hands gripped the steering wheel so tight that her arms began to shake, and she almost dropped her license when she handed it over. Something was really, really wrong with this cop; she could feel it.

"Leah Goldstein," the officer growled from behind his mustache. "Jewish?"

"Does it matter?" she squeaked, barely able to keep her nervous voice steady.

The officer smirked gruffly, looking her up and down, the flashlight tracing up her soft pale thighs, past her midriff, and settling on her large, firm breasts.

"Nope," he replied, chuckling as she adjusted her shirt, glaring at him angrily. "Sit. I'll be back in a few minutes."

The driver watched the creepy officer in the mirror as he walked back toward his police cruiser, the bright blue and red lights cutting through the darkness on the lonely stretch of highway. Her heart was still racing, and a feeling of dread fell upon her.

"Something's wrong," she whispered to the passenger, as if the cold-eyed police officer could still hear them. "We need to get the fuck out of here."

"Relax," said the passenger, the glow of her phone screen illuminating her slender face. "Everything's going to be fine."

"This feels wrong," replied the driver, shaking her head as she stared into the rear-view mirror at the police cruiser behind them, then turned towards her friend. "What the fuck are you doing, anyway?"

"Texting someone," the passenger answered, a vague hint of excitement in her voice.

"Who?" the white girl asked.

"Nobody," the Spanish girl replied. "Just a friend."

A second set of police lights appeared on the horizon behind them, drifting toward them silently, like a ghost. The cruiser slipped past and parked in front of them. Both doors opened, a moment later, and two officers appeared.

"I'm going to need you to get out of the car," growled a voice that made the driver jump in her seat. The cold-eyed officer was at the window, blinding her once again with his flashlight.

"Why?" she whined. " I didn't do anything!"

"Get the fuck out of the car- now!" he roared, so loud that the driver's body literally shook. Her heart thumped loudly in her heaving chest, and the knuckles in her pale hands seemed to pop from their joints as she gripped the wheel fiercely. Through the windshield, it seemed as if the two cops were silently laughing at her, fiendish grins spread across their shadowy faces. Then a blur of movement caught her attention, and she looked to the left just in time to see the taser pop open, and felt two sharp pin pricks jab her in the side. A sudden burst of intense, bone-shattering pain consumed her body. Then the world went foggy, and faded to black.

* *

The white girl drifted into consciousness to find herself slumped in the back seat of the police cruiser. As the blurriness lifted, she suddenly faced the horrific realization that her top and bra had been pulled up, and a large sweaty hand was groping her breasts. Beside her, an enormous, disgusting man was sniffing her hair like a dog, holding her against him with one flabby arm while he molested her with the other.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" she shrieked, struggling to protect herself but finding that her arms were handcuffed behind her.

"God, she's got such a nice set of tits on her," said the obese cop as he groped every inch of exposed skin, the glow of moonlight glistening off his dark, beady eyes. "I wonder if she shaves or keeps a bush..."

The white girl squeezed her soft thighs together as hard as she could, capturing his sweaty hand between them. The fat man laughed, wheezing through his small, piggish nose as he shoved his paw into the depths of her crotch, his greasy fingers groping her through her panties.

"Don't fucking touch me!" she barked, squirming with displeasure.

The pig-faced cop just laughed, his fat cheeks glowing in the moonlight. "I'm going to do more than just touch you, pretty girl! By the time you wake up..."

He leaned in close to whisper in her ear. His breath was hot, and smelled like peanut butter and canned salmon.

"...I'll already have eaten you out."

The disgusting pig pulled his hand out of her crotch, reached down, and held up a black object. He waved it in front of her tauntingly, and as she tried to discern what it was the device suddenly sparked to life, crackling with zigzags of blue lightning. She reeled in horror as he jammed the device into the pale flesh of her waist. Streaks of hot pain shot through her system. Then everything went black again.

* *

When she finally came to her senses, the white girl found herself sitting alone in a dark room, slumped over on a thick wooden table. Her side was sore, her head throbbed, and her mouth was parched and dry. She sat up, the handcuffs jingling behind her back, and felt an odd dampness between her legs. The foggy image of a pig-faced man haunted her blurry mind, and she shuddered in disgust.

The white girl heard thedoor open behind her, and in that moment she hoped it was her friend, or a lawyer, or her father. Instead, her heart sunk as she watched six police officers enter the room, their shadowy forms reflected by the wall-length mirror in front of her.

"You have the right to remain silent," laughed a mockingly morbid voice. "But I have a feeling you're not going to be able to exercise that right!"

"She's going to be anything but silent when I'm done with her," growled another voice in response. The girl immediately recognized it, and felt a rush of fear as she looked over to see dark eyes glaring at her in the mirror from behind grizzled razor stubble and a graying mustache.

"Get up," said a third voice, and she felt herself being lifted off the chair by the back of the shirt. A strong, rough hand dragged her to the other side of the heavy wooden table, forcing her to her knees. She looked up, and shuddered in fear at the angry, smoldering eyes glaring down at her.

"We found two ounces of cocaine in your car, all bagged up and ready to sell. Possession with intent to distribute. That's a felony. That's prison time."

"That's bullshit!" she cried in disbelief at the injustice of his accusation. "I didn't have any coke."

"I know," he sneered. "But three cops will say they witnessed the seizure, and two others got your Hispanic friend to admit that the two of you have done coke before. Open and shut case. Five years mandatory minimum sentence..."

The girl's eyes moistened, her lip quivered, and tears dripped down her cheeks as she processed the situation. Why were they doing this to her, she asked herself, still in disbelief at the flagrant abuse of power by the six cops who now surrounded her, staring at her- some coldly, and some with a disturbing sort of heat.

"...unless you give us what we want."

"What do you want?" she pleaded, her voice quivering with anger and defeat. "I don't have anything to give you."

"Yes, you do," the officer replied, his cold eyes penetrating to the depths of her soul.

The five other police officers snickered morbidly at the man's words as their eyes groped the young white girl kneeling in front of them. She looked at them, scanning their creepy faces, hoping to find a glimpse of mercy anywhere, and finding none. Their reflections on the mirror behind them seemed to double their number, and the room seemed crowded and suffocating.

"Here's the deal," the cold-eyed officer explained: "You're going to give me a blowjob. In fact, you're going tongue me a great blowjob- all mouth, no hands, for as long as it takes. And you're going to smile while you're doing it, too. Then, when I'm done with you, you're gonna do whatever the boys tell you to do, for as long as they tell you to do it. And you're gonna act like you enjoy it. Or else..."

He grabbed her roughly by the chin, raising her to her feet, forcing her to look him in the eyes. The taser crackled in his thick, hairy fist. She shook like a leaf in the wind at the sound.

"Or else I'm going to jam this thing between your filthy legs and light your goddamn cunt on fire. Do you understand me, you little slut?"

The white girl was crying in loud, pathetic sobs as she looked with horror at the electric blue teeth, and shrieked when he suddenly lunged it toward her pelvis. The cop glared at her fiercely. She nodded, and began to kneel down.

"Fuck, you're stupid," he laughed, turning her around and removing the handcuffs. "Strip off your clothes, down to your bra and panties. We brought you here so you can put on a show. Plus, this is going to be very, very messy."

She looked up at him mournfully, then at the other five cops standing around her in the darkness. Not one of them showed a sign of kindness or remorse. They just glared at her while she began to remove her clothing, peeling her shirt over her head, unbuttoning and shimmying out of her shorts until she stood before them, nearly naked, shivering in the air-conditioned chill of the room.

The cops surrounded her, laughing at her, rejoicing in her humiliation as she stood there like an idiot, one arm across her large breasts, the other cupping her pussy. She felt a pair of strong, calloused hands grab her shoulders from behind, squeezing tight, and shoving her down onto her knees. The concrete floor was cold and rough.

The sharp tinkling of metal cut through their laughter as some belts unbuckled, and some zippers unzipped. They were all looking down at her now as she knelt in submission, their hungry eyes shining down from within the shadows falling across their pale, grizzled faces. They were mostly old men, with stubbly faces and thick mustaches. One man was younger, somewhere in his 20s, shockingly obese for a cop, with a ruddy face and pig nose. Even in the chill of the room he was sweating noticeably as he licked his lips and smiled obscenely.

"Can I go first?" he said, with an excitement in his voice that made her cringe. The other men roared in laughter and encouragement as the fat pig fumbled with his belt and zipper. The girl just stared at the floor, demoralized, waiting for her humiliation to begin. She felt a rough hand grab her by the chin, lifting her gaze upwards.

"Sheriff always goes first," said the man with dull eyes. "Unbuckle it yourself, and make yourself useful."

Tears welled up once again as she timidly unclasped the sheriff's belt, unbuttoned and unzipping his pants, pulling them down slightly. He was wearing briefs discolored to a morbid beige by years of wear. She could already smell a distinct odor of sweat and stale urine as she peeled his briefs down, revealing a mass of untamed, graying pubic hair, and a throbbing hard cock.

The sight and smell immediately repulsed her, her eyes visibly shocked at the hideous sight of the fat purple tip a few inches away from her lips- so close she could almost sense his body heat. She instinctively pursed her lips together, shaking her head slightly in dismay. That's when his grip on her face tightened, and as she looked up at him, it was like looking into the eyes of shark. She felt his calloused thumb slide down against her bottom lip. She felt him push slowly but harshly, forcing her mouth open. She felt a sudden sharp pain as his other hand grabbed a handful of her long, brown hair. She felt her body shake with fear and disgust as the tip of his cock inched toward her open mouth- toward it, touching it, entering it. She closed her eyes, shivering in fear and degradation as she tasted the salt of his sweat, and the acidic, unwashed grime of a day's work as his cock slid across her tongue, inch by inch, until the throbbing tip reached her throat.

"Look at me," he said coldly.

She opened her eyes to see the tangle of his sweaty, matted hair was about two inches away from her face. The shaft of his cock was thick, and her lips had wrapped around it instinctively. She felt disgusted with herself, and furious with him.

"You're going to suck my cock until I unload my balls in your mouth. And if you spit my cum out, or swallow it before I tell you to, I'm going to hurt you. Do you understand?"

She looked up at him with troubled, angry eyes, her red lips contrasted against his swollen shaft. He wrenched her hair, and she gasped harshly with the pain. Tears began to form as she nodded in agreement.

"Good girl," he said mockingly. "Time to use that bratty mouth of yours for something useful."

She felt his grip on her hair tighten as the tip of his cock slid back across her tongue until it reached her lips. Then, all at once it was up near her throat again, then slowly withdrawing, then back again. She understood the pattern, and reluctantly fell into the humiliating rhythm as the dead-eyed man forced her to fuck him with her mouth.

The smell, and taste, and pressure as each thrust punching against her throat made her gag, and the gagging made her want to throw up. She tried to pull away, but the remorseless cop just tightened his grip and quickened his pace.

"You feel that, sweetheart?" he sneered coldly. "That's power. My power. You can shoot your mouth off all you want, and pretend like you're important, but at the end of the day, you're just another mouthy little cunt with a man's cock in your mouth."

He thrust his pelvis forward, catching her by surprise. Her eyes grew wide, and his wiry pubic hair scratched against them painfully. She gasped out of reflex, and the acrid musk of his sweat and body odour filled her nostrils. She felt the heat of his throbbing cock head buried in her throat. She spasmed, wretched, shook, slapping his thighs with her hands out of desperation, begging him to let her go. Still he held her there, letting her struggle and flail while the other cops laughed and mocked her. She felt like she was about to pass out when she finally felt him release his grip. She fell toward the floor, vomiting grotesquely, choking and spitting and crying her eyes out.

"You're not done yet."

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up onto her knees again. She glared up at him in anger, turned and spit on the floor, and wiped her mouth her mouth harshly against her handcuffed shoulder.

"Angry?" he said mockingly. "Good, I like that. Now open your fucking mouth."

He held her head in place with one hand, and waved the taser in front of her eyes with the other. Angry tears fell in drops to the floor as she gave in and opened her mouth again, letting him shove his cock inside.

The rhythm was faster this time- faster, rougher, and relentless. He pumped her head mercilessly into his pelvis, over and over, forcing her lips to slide up and down his shaft, her large nose to poke in and out of his filthy nest of pubic hair, his swollen knob to punch her over and over until his body suddenly stiffened, his grip tightened, and his hot cum began to spew into her mouth in throbbing bursts. It was thick, slimy, and tasted absolutely horrendous. She felt him quiver a little as he emptied his balls into her, then slowly began to slide his cock out.

"Hold it in your mouth. Don't you dare spit it out."

She felt his swollen knob sliding across her lips, making a slight popping sound as he pulled it out. She heard him zipping and buckling his pants as she knelt on the floor, her knees aching, and her mouth full of cum.

"Show everyone. Don't spill it."

She opened her mouth carefully, feeling it full to the brim with hot, mucous slime. The morbid audience cheered and laughed as her eyes travelled across the room. That's when she noticed the video camera, and her eyes widened in horror.

"That's right. We're filming every minute of this show. Now, swallow it."

Defeated and humiliated, she took a deep breath, braced herself, and swallowed. She felt his putrid wad of cum slip down her throat like a thick ball of snot. She spasmed, heaved, heaved again, and then vomited once more on the cold concrete.

"You're up next, Junior," the sheriff said to the obese, pig-faced cop. "Have fun."

* *

One by one, each of the police officers used the girl's mouth while she knelt helplessly on the floor of the interrogation room. The obese, piggish man was probably the worst: while the sheriff's body smelled sour and musky, the obese cop absolutely stunk of BO from the stagnant sweat beneath his rolls of fat and massive ass cheeks, rotting in the heat of his massive body. Each time her nose pressed up against his sweaty gut, she looked as if she would puke; and the pig-faced man kept forcing her to stop and suck his dangling, sweaty balls to make himself last longer. She was almost relieved when he started to wheeze, and his cock began to twitch and swell. He squealed with pleasure as he came in her mouth, filling it until it overflowed so that the hot cum ran down her chin, slipping between her breasts, and dripping to the floor.

The next cop went easier on her, and didn't smell nearly as bad as the piggish man, but he took forever to cum. That's when she started to notice the growing ache of her knees, which were becoming raw again the concrete floor. She sucked him enthusiastically, hoping to make him finish sooner, and soon he released his grip on her hair and let her do all the work, while the other men mocked her about how much she loved sucking cop cock. Her jaw was sore when he finally started to cum, unloading five or six spasms of disgusting slime down the length of her tongue.

The cop after that took even longer, and humiliated her further. He unlocked her handcuffs, then sat in a wooden chair, spreading his skinny, hairy legs wide, and forcing her to crawl to him. He filmed her POV, allowing her only to suck the first two inches of his surprisingly long cock, forcing her to make eye contact with him as she edged him toward orgasm, and to say every degrading thing he could think of to make her say."

"I love sucking your cock, officer," she said quietly, hatefully, scowling at the camera. "I want you to fill my mouth with your cum."

It seemed to take forever, kneeling on the cold floor, hands on her thighs, bent forward, putting even more weight on her knees as she slowly rocked back and forth, bobbing her head. Her mouth was tired, and her facial expression grew increasingly frustrated as her lips and tongue polished his cock-head to a deep reddish-purple, as he splayed his legs wide, enjoying himself immensely.

"Your going to love my final edit of this video," the skinny cop laughed as the white girl looked up at his creepy mouth smiling from behind the camera. "You're going to look like such a slut! You're going to look like all you've ever wanted in your whole life is to pleasure a room full of cops. Now say it! Look at me, and say it!"