Hey there! Just to warn you that some people might find the content of this story to be troubling or triggering. Rest assured that it is all fantasy and that I do not condone real acts of sexual assault. It is all for entertainment purposes.
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Ron Hayes sipped his coffee and tried to shake his exhaustion. For the third time in a row this week, he had been assigned to the late-night patrol. Guess that's what happened when you were the new guy, you always got the shit jobs that nobody else wanted. He took another swig of his drink and descended a flight of stairs leading to the back of the dorm building.
The night was warm for this time of year and Ron was grateful for it. He could make it by wearing nothing more than his police uniform shirt, a dark blue design not too dissimilar from what a security guard might wear. Ron stopped at the bottom of the stairs and peered out into the woods searching for sources of light. It wasn't uncommon for students to be out in the woods this time of night to smoke and drink with their friends. The freshmen living in the dorms especially liked coming out to a spot hidden beside a trail nearby. As a campus police officer, it was Ron Hayes' duty to check these smoking spots and try to catch any student he could and slap them with a violation of the campus conduct policy. Getting caught the first few times wasn't that bad but by the third strike, a student could be facing expulsion from campus housing or worse.
Ron spotted a light down a slight incline glowing softly through the trees. He listened closely and heard a few voices talking and laughing and smelled the faint, skunk-like stench of marijuana. Ron sighed, finished his coffee with a big swig, and unclipped his flashlight from his belt. In other times where he tried to bust students they would run off into the woods at the sign of his flashlight and he didn't have a chance to get close to any of them. This time, he moved silently down the hillside path towards the group of smoking students until he was about a dozen or so feet away. It was a group of five or so of them sitting on old white plastic chairs set in a circle around a stump. The light he saw before was an electric lantern sitting in the middle of them. He suddenly flicked his flashlight on and shone it in the faces of the shocked delinquents.
"Hey!" He shouted. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
The students shot up in surprise, shouted, and began fleeing away into the dark woods behind them. Ron approached the retreating group with an amused look on his face as the "high out of their minds" college kids ran clumsily past each other in unnecessary panic. It's not like he was going to kill them for God's sake. By this point, most of them had fled except for a young woman who was sitting closest to Ron and furthest from the rest of the group. As she tried to get away she had tripped on the roots of a redwood and got her shirt caught on some bush branches. In her inebriated state, she was no match for Ron's speed. He grabbed her by the collar and hoisted her to her legs. The young girl yelped and tried to scramble from his grip but Ron didn't budge one bit.
"What's your name, young lady?" Ron asked in an authoritative voice. As a fit man in his early thirties, he knew he could pose an intimidating figure. Ron was exactly 6 feet tall and kept a well-trimmed beard that accentuated his square jawline.
"Jesse," the young lady said with some hesitance. Ron could tell she was lying.
"Sure it is, miss," he replied sarcastically. "Don't you know how much trouble you're in right now? I've just caught you smoking so if you lie to me your punishment is only going to get worse."
"It's Liz," she said after a moment more. "And I wasn't smoking! I was just down here with some friends chatting."
"Yeah right. I can smell the weed on you from here and you've clearly been drinking," Ron gestured at a pile of beer cans and burnt-out joints sitting on the forest floor. Ron saw dismay building in Liz's pretty, young face as the gravity of her situation dawned on her.
"Please sir, um, officer, I can't get another strike. I could lose my housing next year. I will do anything but just please let me go with a warning or something."
For the first time, Ron had a real good look at the pleading girl in his grip. She was short, about 5 foot 4 with long red hair ending a few inches past her shoulders. Her skin was fair and freckled on her cheeks, with bright emerald eyes begging him for mercy. Ron took in the view of her hungrily, imagining what she must look like under her black sweater and skinny jeans.
"You know," Ron said with audible lust in his voice, "I might just let you go with a warning after all. If you can help me out first, that is." With his free hand, he caressed up her stomach under her sweater and was pleased to feel she had nice athletic abs.
Liz recoiled in a shock away from him but Ron's grip firmly held her in place. She raised her hands as if to slap at him but soon remembered her predicament.
"Come on, Liz, why don't you start with showing me your tits? A quick flash and that's all."
"Just my tits?" she asked reluctantly.
"Let's say we start with that and then I will decide what to do with you."
Liz nodded and Ron released his hold on her collar. Slowly she pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it to the forest floor. She was thin with a runner's physique, muscled and lean. He admired her abs in the light of the lantern and bit his lip. She wore a cute pink sports bra that did a good job of hiding her big tits under her sweater. Ron whistled and pulled Liz in close by the arm. She yelped as he roughly tugged up her bra and let her big tits fall out into the warm evening air. Instinctively she brought her arms up to cover her chest and fend off her attacker, but he growled in anger and slapped her hard across the face.
