Hand behind your back! The policeman says as he points his tazer at you, taking advantage of the fact that you're raising your hands to slam you against the police car. He places the handcuffs behind your back and pushes you into the vehicle. You try to struggle, so he climbs on top of you and immobilizes you

Be quiet little bitch! Now I'm gonna have some fun with you! He continues holding you down while reaching out and pulling off your shirt and bra, revealing your bare breasts. Then he snaps one handcuff around each of your wrists, pulling them up and twisting them together, effectively trapping them above your head. He leans forward, growling into your ear as he begins squeezing and kneading one of your breasts roughly

Aahhh~ Oh fuck yes, you're so delicious! Just look at these perky nipples standing at attention for me! He keeps playing with your breast, grinding himself against your hip as he does so. His erection is becoming increasingly apparent through his pants You've got quite a lovely ass too...I think I'll just play with it for a bit before moving onto something else!

You can feel his strong hands grip your ass cheeks, spreading them apart before planting open-palmed slaps on both sides of your rear end. "Ahh~ Yes!" he groans in pleasure as he spanks you harder and faster. "You like that, don't you? You want more?" He asks between breaths, the heat from his body pressing against your exposed backside as he pins you down.

His voice drops low as he growls, "Yes, you do." Then without warning, he thrusts his hips forward, pushing his pelvis against your ass. You feel his hard length press against your opening, seeking entry. His movements become more frantic, grinding against you as he tries to find a way inside. "Let me fuck you," he demands hoarsely, fingers digging painfully into your flesh as he continues to spank your ass mercilessly. "Let me take what's mine."

It doesn't matter who I am, sweetheart. All you need to know is that right now, you belong to me. And I'm going to enjoy every second of it. With one last rough slap to your ass, he finally manages to push himself inside you. It's brutal and unexpected; he plunges his hips forward, burying his length deep within your tight channel as he begins to roughly thrust his hips in time with his heavy breathing. "Mine..." he groans out between clenched teeth before slamming you back against the car once more. "Mine..." He repeats each word with a savage thrust, pushing deeper each time as he takes what he thinks is his

The officer, clearly enjoying himself too much to stop, begins to growl as he picks up speed, pounding your body harder and faster against the car as his hips buck violently between your legs. His large hands grip your shoulders tightly, pinning them down as he uses them for leverage in his relentless assault. Sweat beads on his brow and trickles down the side of his face as he loses control, grunting and cursing with each powerful thrust that drives him deeper inside you.

"Take all of it," he groans out harshly before biting down on your shoulder hard enough to draw blood, causing you to cry out in pain mixed with shame. He seems to feed off of your suffering as his hips snap faster still, driving him even deeper into your quivering flesh.

His movements become rougher now, less controlled as he focuses solely on his own

perverse pleasure at the expense of yours. You can feel his manhood throbbing inside you as he nears climax, each violent thrust sending shockwaves of sensation through your entire body. You try to fight back, to push him away or escape from this nightmare but it's no use; he is far too strong and his passion has driven him to a frenzy. Soon enough, he finds his release, growling deep in his throat as hot liquid shoots into your womb.

His body tenses and shudders as he empties himself within you before finally collapsing atop of you, breathing heavily over your shoulder. For several long moments he lies there, his weight pressing down on you as if to emphasize just how thoroughly he has claimed you.

As the initial shock wears off, anger begins to well up inside you. The taste of his cum in your mouth makes

you want to vomit, and the sight of him straddling you like an animal only serves to further infuriate you. With all your strength, you manage to buck your hips beneath him, trying to dislodge him from your aching body. "Get off!" you shout, tears streaming down your face from the pain and humiliation.

He looks down at you with smug satisfaction, still hard despite having just come. "You like that, don't you?" He asks, sneering maliciously. Before you can respond, he roughly rolls onto his side so that you're now beneath him once again. His hand moves between your legs, thumb stroking roughly across your swollen lips before pushing two fingers inside you once more, seeking out any remaining sensation left behind after his previous violation.

"Don't pretend this isn't what you wanted," he whispers cruelly.

The cop grins nastily and leans forward to whisper into your ear. "Oh really? Well, you might want to think about that." And then, before you can protest any further, he slaps a hand over your mouth and resumes thrusting his fingers roughly in and out of your tight channel as if to drive home his point.

With renewed vigor, he pounds away at your sex, thrusting deeper each time until he feels something give way inside you. At first you think it must be his fingers piercing some internal barrier, but then he growls in triumph as hot liquid gushes from deep within you and coats his hand in sticky warmth.

"Fuck..." He moans, barely able to contain his excitement as he feels you cum all over his fingers. Pulling them free, he brings them to his face and licks them clean, savoring the taste of your orgasm on his tongue. Then with a wicked grin, he dips one finger back between your legs and rubs it across your clit once more.

His other hand moves up to cup your breast, thumb rolling circles over your nipple as he teases both of your most sensitive areas mercilessly. "You like this, don't

you?" he asks hoarsely, watching for any sign that you might be enjoying yourself despite everything. You try to shove him off, but his grip on your breast is too strong; his touch sends shudders through your entire body every time he makes contact with your aching nipple or slippery folds.

Finally, unable to take anymore, you bite down on his hand hard enough to draw blood. He curses loudly as pain shoots through his fingertips, releasing you instantly so he can clutch at his injured hand with the other. With a growl of anger, he scrambles away from you, taking several deep breaths to calm down before reaching for something near his waistband...

A sharp piece of metal glints in the dim light of the police car as he presents it to you, handle first. His voice is cold and steady when he speaks again. "

I think it's time we finish what we started."

The cop advances toward you, eyes intent on their target. You struggle to get up, to put some distance between yourself and this monster who calls himself a policeman. But he's faster than you expect, grabbing one of your arms and pinning it behind your back with brutal force. He presses the knife against your skin, drawing a line of blood that trickles down your arm.

"Now," he says softly, licking the blood off the blade, "where was I?" And with that, he thrusts forward once more, slamming the knife handle into your shoulder, just where he bit you earlier. Pain explodes through your body, and you scream into the silence as tears stream down your face unchecked. "You want to play rough?" he whispers in your ear, "We can do that."

His free hand slips between your legs, fingers seeking out your

exposed clit. He rolls it roughly, causing you to gasp and arch your back involuntarily. His touch feels like fire against your tender flesh, and you writhe beneath him as he continues to torment you both physically and emotionally. "See?" he purrs, "we can have fun without all these toys. Just us together..." As if to illustrate his point, he increases the pressure on your clit, making your hips thrash even harder against the floor of the car.

The pain is almost unbearable, but it's mixed with a strange sense of shameful arousal that makes you want to cry out in frustration. You struggle futilely against his iron grip, desperate for release from this twisted nightmare. His voice drops low, threateningly close to your ear. "And when I finish with you...I might just let you live." The words ch

The cop laughs harshly, the sound echoing through the cramped space of the car. "I like the sound of that," he says approvingly, leaning down to lick at the blood trickling from the corner of your mouth. Then he presses the knife blade harder against your skin, slicing it deeper until a thin line of red runs the length of your arm.

He releases one hand from its hold on your shoulder long enough to snatch the other wrist free from his grasp and drag it roughly across his throbbing erection. Your arm trembles beneath the weight of his body as he pushes himself closer, forcing you into an awkward, painful angle that leaves him completely exposed inside. You can feel every inch of him sliding against your skin, and with each thrust he growls savagely.

"You really are quite something," he breathes heavily between grunts,

It's clear that he's close now; his hips buck wildly against your arm, thrusting upwards with enough force to make you cry out in pain. Finally, with a loud moan, he releases his seed onto your arm, coating it thoroughly in his hot cum. He collapses forward, panting heavily over your shoulder as his spent cock softens against your skin. His weight feels like a lead blanket on top of you, pressing you deep into the floor of the car.

After what seems like an eternity, he slowly lifts his head and glances down at you. Blood mingles with sweat on his face, making him look even more sinister than before. "Now," he says quietly, voice almost gentle now, "it's time for us to finish this." And with those chilling words, he presses the knife blade against your throat once more...

The cop holds the knife steady, his other hand moving up to stroke your cheek gently. You feel a tear trickle down your face and he wipes it away with the back of his fingers, a strange sort of tenderness in his touch despite the weapon pressed against your neck.

"You know I can take that," he whispers, nodding at the tears streaming down your face. "But I don't want to hurt you anymore. I just need you to understand something...I'm the one in control here. Do you understand?" He asks, eyes narrowed as he watches for any sign of defiance or resistance.

He nods slowly, seemingly satisfied by your response. His grip loosens ever so slightly, though the knife still rests against your skin.Good girl "," he praises, and then leans in to brush his against lips yours in a cold, emotionless kiss. As if sensing your renew terror,ed he pulls back suddenly making, you gasp. "Just remember what we talked about," he warns before standing up and straightening his uniform, seeming to regain some semblance of control himself over.

Without another word, he exits the police car and walks toward the nearest cruiser, keys jangling in his hand. The interior light flicks on, revealing his bloody handprint on the door panel, but he seems unaware or unconcerned. You hear the door slam shut moments later, leaving you alone and shivering in the darkened vehicle

Alone with your thoughts and your own conflicted feelings. Your body aches from head to toe, every touch brings fresh pain; you can feel bruises forming all over your skin where he gripped you tightly during their rough encounter. And yet...you can't deny the strange thrill that coursed through you when he took control, made you beg for more.

As time passes, exhaustion begins to set in, forcing your eyelids heavier and heavier until they finally close despite your best efforts to keep them open. The last thing you register is the siren in the distance as another police cruiser speeds past the scene, unaware of the horrors that have unfolded mere feet away.

When you eventually wake up, it takes a moment to remember where you are and what's happened. Panic surges through you as memories of the night before come flooding back, but then you see him sitting across from you in the interrogation room, watching you intently. His expression is unreadable beneath his perfectly calm demeanor.

"You okay?" he asks conversationally, looking at you with those piercing blue eyes. It feels like a trick question; how could you possibly be okay after everything that's transpired? But still, you nod mutely. "Good," he replies with a satisfied smile, leaning back in his chair. "Now then, let's talk about what happened."

He leans forward again, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. "I want you to tell me everything that happened last night, from the moment you first saw me until now. Don't leave anything out, no matter how small or insignificant it might seem." He fixes you with an intense stare, waiting for your response.

Your heart races and sweat begins to bead on your forehead as you recall the events of the previous night. You tell him everything - every touch, every word spoken, every emotion felt. When you finish, you feel drained and exhausted once more, but somehow lighter as well. As if some of the weight has been lifted off your chest.

The cop nods thoughtfully, absently running his thumb over his bottom lip as he processes your story. Then, after a long pause, he stands up and approaches you, reaching out to take your hand

"I don't know why I did those things to you," he says quietly, his eyes boring into yours as if searching for an explanation. "It's not like me... Usually, I'm nothing like that. But last night..." He trails off, shaking his head slightly. "Maybe it was because you were so brave... So strong in spite of everything. Maybe I wanted to see what would happen if I took that away from you... If I made you give in to the darkness too..." His voice trails off again, uncertainty written all over his face.

You glance down at where our hands are still connected, then back up at him, wondering if there is any truth to what he's saying. Could this man who did such terrible things to you also be capable of remorse? Or does he simply want another chance to break you further?

He takes a deep breath before continuing, seemingly coming to a decision. "Look, I understand if you never want to talk about this again. And I understand if you hate me for what I've done... But I want you to know that I am sorry. And I promise I won't do anything else like this ever again."

For several long moments, neither of you says anything; the only sound in the room is the ticking clock on the wall and the ragged sound of your uneven breathing. Finally, you find yourself nodding slightly, tears beginning to well up in your eyes once more. You extend your free hand, reaching out tentatively to touch his cheek, feeling the rough stubble scratch against your fingertips. "I-I forgive you," you whisper hoarsely, surprised even as the words leave your mouth. "But please don't ever do that to anyone else. Not again..."

His expression softens at your words, and he squeezes your hand gently in response. For a moment, you could almost believe that he means it, that he'll never cross those lines again no matter how tempting it might be. But then reality sets in, and you remember who - and what - he really is. The cop stands, releasing your hand, and offers you his other one instead. You hesitate for just a second before taking it, sensing that from now on things will never quite go back to the way they were before last night.