"You fucking trying to get yourself, killed?" blasted the voice again. "Get the heck over here!"
Lisa turned toward the cold glare of a spotlight. Squinting, shading her eyes with her hand, she walked toward the voice. She was too stunned to think much. She felt numb. Her whole body was shaking.
"Get the fuck in," said the voice. The spotlight melted into the night, and Lisa found a six-foot cop behind it. The air smelled of exploded gun powder. The cop wore glasses and a badge that shined in the street light. He held the door of his squad car open for her. "Well, get the fuck in!"
Lisa slid into the front seat of the squad car. The cop slid in next to her. Without a word he started the car and began to drive.
After they'd been driving about a minute he asked her her name and address, and she told him.
"Ain't you got no fucking sense?" he asked.
"Or maybe you got an itchy cunt? Those young tom cats ain't playing games, baby. They'll fuck the hide right off a little bitch like you. Maybe you run into only half a dozen of 'em, but before they got done with you there'd be two or three dozen more showing up to get their rocks off into you, and after they all got done you might be dead."
Lisa shook. She started to sob. "I wanna go home."
"Shut up, slut! You'll get home in good time. You got me to thank for your life, honey. Know that? You got me to thank." He smiled at her, showing white teeth and his shiny glasses. One of his front teeth was missing. The officer was maybe twenty years old, and he wore his hair long like a Sutton High boy.
Lisa slumped in her seat and closed her eyes. Maybe when she opened them she'd be home. The cop talked, but Lisa shut her ears.
Five minutes later the car stopped. The cop switched off the ignition. He grabbed her arm. "Out!" He was strong as a bull.
Lisa stepped out into the cold damp night air. Sharp cold rocks cut into the soles of her bare feet. They were on a hill. Down below Lisa could see blue moonlight on the river. The cop held her chin for a moment, staring at her through the lenses of his glasses. Then he unzipped her jacket. With a yank, he ripped open her shirt. Buttons clicked on the rocky ground. He hooked his hot hand in her jeans and tore apart the clasp and zipper with one yank. Within seconds, Lisa found herself stark naked, and shivering in the cold October air. The cop yanked his cock and balls out of his open fly. The pulsating cock scared her goose pimply flesh as he crushed her in his arms. His steel badge burned her tit like ice.
"You're a hot bitch, know that?" said the cop. "A real hot bitch. I bet you coulda took on a couple dozen of 'em no sweat."
Suddenly he swept her up and carried her like a sack under one arm. He dropped her on the freezing trunk of the car. Beads of rainwater trickled down around her body like cold tears. Lisa saw something shiny in the dark, something that rattled as the cop held it. The cop bent down and clamped it around her ankle. Handcuffs, she realized. She heard another click, and she was cuffed to the bumper. A blast of wind hurled through a tree near the car, and a shower of rainwater pelted her, making her shiver to the bone.
"Spread 'em," growled the cop. "Lean back and spread 'em."
Lisa fell back on the car, her head thudding the rear window. The wet metal glued itself to her back. She spread her legs as best she could, though one was shackled.
The cop hopped up on the bumper, bouncing the squad. His silver badge, his glasses, his teeth, glinted in the moonlight. He reached down and pinched both her nipples. He twisted so hard Lisa thought he had ripped them off. She screamed, her tits on fire. Her cunt contracted almost painfully.
The cop laughed. "Scream all you want, you Goddamn bitch. Ain't nobody gonna hear you. And what if somebody did? I'm the law, remember?" He laughed again, then spit in her face. "Lick up that slop or I'll rip your tits off."
Lisa licked the warm spit off her face, swallowing every drop and almost vomiting. The cop spit in her face again, then again. Lisa ate the warm slime. The cop laughed.
The cop leaned back, petting his big cock as if it were a dog. "Like it, bitch?"
"Yes," Lisa said her voice a whimper.
"Good," the cop said. "Because I aim to give it to you." He fell on her. His stiff cock throbbed between her legs for a moment, then rifled up her cunt like a torpedo.
Lisa grunted, feeling the hard slick thing fill her. She gasped rhythmically, feeling the big thing sliding in and out of her. She hated the cop, wished he were dead, but she squirmed on the car, suddenly crazy from the feel of his cock. If she'd had a knife she'd have stabbed him in the back but at the same time she'd have gone on wiggling her ass, humping upward to meet his cock thrusts. She couldn't help herself. Once she got a cock going up her crotch she was lost.
"Fuck me," she muttered between her teeth, "Fuck me!"
The big cop rammed her. He had his hands braced on the trunk now, and his body bridged up stiff, and his back arched. He was letting her have it, thrusting with all his strength. He grunted like a bull. The car bounced the shock-absorbers groaned.
Lisa hooked his ass with her left foot. She felt the bullets of his bolster belt against her toes. The handcuffs shackling her right ankle rattled against the bumper. She dug her feet into his flexing ass cheeks, trying to get him to fuck harder, faster, deeper.
"Deeper," she muttered, rolling her head against the back window. "Deeper, deeper, deeper!"
"Oh, fuck!" the cop grunted. "You Goddamn fuckin' bitch!"
Lisa arched her back, wiggling her ass madly. She contracted the muscles of her loins, sucking the cop's cock rhythmically with her pussy. The big cock swelled inside her, quivering. She contracted hard, humping at the slicing monster.
The cop's mouth gaped in an animal like cry. His body jerked. Hot streams of jism speared the walls of Lisa's young cunt. Lisa laughed, sucking the cop dry. She felt powerful suddenly, as if with every explosion of the cop's hot cum she was gaining strength and he was losing it. She sucked with her cunt. She'd suck him inside out if she could.
When the cop had finished, he fell backward off the bumper. His cock left Lisa's cunt with an audible pop. Lisa felt the tension seep from her muscles. She went limp, panting.
"Goddamn vacuum cleaner cunt," the cop said. "Christ, nearly chewed my prick off! Hungry cunt, huh? Well, let's see how it bites into something even harder."
The cop left her for a few seconds. When he came back, Lisa could see something long and black gleaming in the moonlight.
She thought of a dildo before she realized it was the cop's nightstick. Before she had a chance to say anything, the cop was twisting the butt end of the stick into her cunt. The dry stick wrenched her pussy lips at first, but as it became lubricated with cum and her own slick juices it screwed into her cunt with the smoothness of a cock a big cock. The billy club was as thick as Rusty's cock, but probably twice as long.
"Sucks it up real nice," the cop said. "Shit, half of it's in. Fuck!" He began to move it inside her, twisting it back and forth as he fucked it in and out.
Lisa squirmed again, whining like a fucked bitch. The billy club was harder than any cock she'd ever had up her. But as hard as it was, it was cold, dead. It could never match a hot throbbing cock. Never! But it did feel good very good. Lisa wiggled her ass, feeling hot sensations welling and coiling in her loins. She kicked her free leg up and out, pointing her toes. She was hot silky smooth and hot. The cool night air licked her long outstretched leg. She bent her leg, flexing and extending it while pointing her toes, while rotating her ass on the smooth car trunk.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me. Fuck meeee!" Juice bubbled out of her cunt and ran hotly over her exposed bottom. "I wanna come," she muttered. "Oh, I wanna come. Make me come."
The cop swore, twisting the club savagely inside her, reaming her out like no cock ever had.