"I asked you a question," Officer Drew said. "I'm waiting for an answer."
"No," Danny said weakly.
Officer Drew made the motion of handing his to the blond officer. Danny caught his ann.
"No," he said. "They're hers. They're hers. Don't take me back there."
Marilyn couldn't blame him. Danny was afraid.
"I thought so," Officer Drew said. "Now, what was so hard about telling the truth?"
Officer Drew placed his fat hands on his hips and he began to march back and forth in front of them. He seemed deep in thought.
"Now what am I going to do with them?" he asked the other police officer.
"Put them in jail," the officer said.
"Now that wouldn't be right," Officer Drew said. "They're not really all that drunk."
"Maybe not," the officer said.
"You've learned your lesson, boy," he said, stopping in front of Billy. "Haven't you?"
"Yes sir," Billy said.
"And you?" he asked Danny.
"Yes sir," Danny said.
"You're not going to run from us anymore," Officer Drew said.
"No sir," Danny said.
"I thought not," Officer Drew said. "Okay. You take your sick friend there and take him home. We'll take care of the girl."
"Oh no," Marilyn said. "Danny, you can't leave me here with them."
"That's not…" Danny started.
He was stopped when Officer Drew balled a fist up and smashed him lightly in the mouth. Even a light blow from Officer Drew's fat hand was enough to knock Danny to the ground.
"Now get up and wipe your mouth off, boy," Officer Drew said. "Then take your friend and get your ass out of here."
Danny got up slowly. His eyes were hotly furious but there was nothing he could do. The blond officer looked as if he wanted Danny to do something. Danny helped Billy into the car. Billy was still white with pain.
"Danny," Marilyn whispered.
"I'm sorry, Marilyn," Danny said. "I really am."
"Get your ass out of here," Officer Drew said. Danny got into the car and started it. He carefully edged his car around the police car and then took off down the road. Marilyn watched his car disappear with a growing apprehension.
She was afraid they were going to take her home to her mother and tell her mother everything, but one look at their faces told her she had more to be afraid of than just her mother.
"What would you say, Alan," Officer Drew said, "is the kind of girl who rides around with two boys with her panties off."
"I'd say she wasn't much good," the other officer said.
"I'd say that," Officer Drew agreed.
"In fact," the other said, "I'd say she was close to being a whore."
"Very close," Officer Drew agreed.
He put his pudgy fingers against her chin again and brutally lifted her head. He glared into her eyes. His face was inches from her and she had never been so afraid in her life.
"I'm glad my daughter is not like you," Officer Drew said. "She's a good girl. I don't like her having a tramp for a friend."
"I'm not a tramp," Marilyn said.
He squeezed her chin.
"I know what you are," he said. "A girl taking her panties off for the boys. Did both of them fuck you?"
He kept squeezing her chin until it began to hurt. Again his foul breath caused her to choke. Things were made worse by her knowing that it was Leslie's father who was doing this to her. "I asked you a question," he said. "They're not my panties," she insisted.
He released her. He was breathing harder and a new look had come to his eyes. She saw his searching eyes go down her body and she shivered. She realized what he wanted and she knew there was no way to stop him.
"Please don't hurt me," she whispered.
"I won't hurt you," he said kindly, "but you're going to have to do anything I say."
"Yes," she said.
She was afraid of the fat policeman. Afraid because of what he had done to Billy and what he was capable of doing to her. She knew that he wanted her and that he would have her. He was at that point where, if she resisted further, he would take her by force.
"Are those your panties?" he asked.
"Yes sir," she admitted.
"And you let both those boys fuck you?" he asked.
"Yes sir," she answered.
His hard eyes were filled with lust. He grabbed her by the arm and walked her to the front of his car. The lights were shining brightly and he could see her better there. His fat hands touched her legs.
"Nice legs," he said. "I guess you get them strong from swimming."
"Yes," she said.
His hands slowly crept up her legs until he was touching her thighs. His pudgy fingers caused her to shudder but she knew she didn't dare turn away. She didn't want to make this man angry.
He forced his mouth to hers and his fat lips caused her stomach to turn. She forced herself not to turn her head away as he slobbered over her. He pulled away.
"Sit on the car," he said.
She sat on the front of the police car and opened her legs. He was staring at her pussy and licking his lips.
"Shit," he said. "A pussy like that is wasted on those boys."
"Have her undo her blouse," the other police officer said. "I want to see her titties."
"You heard him," Officer Drew said.
She reached to the top of her blouse, with her legs still open for their hungry eyes, and she undid her blouse. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra and took it off.
Her naked titties were freed. The young officer licked his lips and came close to her. He placed his warm hand flat against her left titty.
"Beautiful," he said. "Goddamn beautiful."
"All right," Officer Drew whispered. "Get off the car and bend over. I want your cunt."
Marilyn got off the car and bent over so that her naked titties were pressed against tile hood. The engine was hot but she paid no attention to that. She heard him unzip his trousers.
"You hot little cunt," he said. "You should have stayed at home tonight."
She closed her eyes as she felt his large cock-head pressed against her pussy. He had not taken off anything. His gun still swung by his side. He leaned across her so that his fat gut pressed against the back of her legs.
"Feel this," he said.
His hips gave a savage push and he tore into her cunt. She wasn't juicy and it hurt. He didn't give her time to protest. He brought his cock out and then gave her another of his hard strokes.
"Shit," Officer Drew cried. "She's a tight little cunt. She's tighter than hell."
He pressed himself against her harder and his pudgy fingers came around her body to cup her titties. This fuck wasn't any fun for Marilyn. It was kind of sickening. He grunted like a pig each time he drove his big cock into her.
"Fucking whore," Officer Drew said. "Fucking pig whore, I'll teach you to fuck around, I'll give you a little lesson in fucking."
It wasn't like he was fucking her, it was more like he was beating her with his cock, savagely tearing into her cunt with deep vicious strokes. It was actually worse than a beating.
"Goddamn," he moaned. "Goddamn, I'm going to come."
She hoped that he would come and get it over with.
But he wasn't going to be that easy. Instead of pumping his jism into her cunt he released her. She turned her head and looked at him, surprised.
"That's not where I'm going to shoot it," he said.
He grabbed her by the head and jerked her off the car. He made her go down to her knees in the dusty road. His fat cock was inches from her face.
"Eat it, bitch," he said. "I want you to swallow my cum."
He pressed her face into his crotch and she opened her mouth. His cock slid easily down her throat. He grabbed her hair and began slamming her face against him.
"Ahhh," he said. "I'm going to shoot it, baby! I'm going to shoot it right down your mouth! Swallow it, baby! Don't you spill a drop!"