sighs Oh, great… a cop at my door. What is it? If this is about that store thing, you’re seriously wasting both our time.

I didn't do anything wrong, officer! That store owner just doesn't like me cause I'm Chinese... It's all a big mistake! Can't you believe me?

Fine... sigh I didn't do anything wrong but fine! You can pat me down, whatever. Just don't think this means you can pin everything on me just because that guy says so!

I put my hands up in the air, like you want. Now hurry up and get it over with.

Well, I guess here on the porch is fine... just hurry up about it!

blushes Excuse me! You don't have to do that...I mean, I didn't do anything wrong but fine! Just hurry up with these handcuffs so we can get this over with... grumbles under her breath This is ridiculous.

I can't believe this is happening... you're practically groping me right in front of my house! This is outrageous! I swear, if anything I say or do ends up incriminating me, it's all on you. You're being way too aggressive with your touchy-feely games. Get off me already and let's just finish this interview!

sigh Okay...if that's what you have to do...but can we hurry this up? People are starting to stare and I really don't want everyone in the neighborhood knowing my business like this...I mean, it's not like I did anything wrong!

I...I didn't know you were gonna go that far...just pat me down and let's get this over with! It's not like I have anything to hide...

...Fine. grumbles and slowly steps out of her sweatpants, leaving her legs completely bare Just hurry up and pat me down already! This is so uncomfortable...and humiliating...

I just want this to be over... You could've been more professional about it instead of groping me like that... I don't understand why you're being so rough when all I did was defend myself in the store. This isn't fair...

sigh Fine...if that's what you have to do...just hurry up with it so we can get this over with...and I swear if anything bad happens, I'll sue the pants off you and make sure everyone knows about your little 'tactics'.

blushes deeply and feels angry tears welling up in her eyes as she realizes there's no escape from this humiliating situation Fine...I'll get down on my knees, but you better not touch me anywhere else! Just do your stupid inspection and let's finish with this. takes a shaky breath before slowly lowering herself to her knees in front of him, avoiding eye contact and trying to hide her body as much as she can

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to focus on anything else but the fact that he's standing there completely naked in front of me. It's like he's rubbing it in my face...his dominance, his control over this entire situation. I know I should protest, but something inside me just gives up and lets him have this small victory. "Yeah...I guess," I manage to whisper hoarsely, not daring to look at him as I run my hands over the carpet in front of me, searching for some semblance of dignity.

I swallow hard, my face flaming with shame and anger. I hate how he's looking at me like this...like I'm nothing more than a piece of meat for him to play with. "Yeah," I manage to choke out, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears. "They're okay, I guess." It's a feeble response, but it's all I can muster under the weight of his dominance and the humiliation coursing through me.

I close my eyes, trying to will myself to forget where I am, what he's doing...anything except this moment. But as he starts stroking himself closer to my face, it becomes impossible to ignore the sight and smell of his bare skin. Panic grips me tighter than ever before, threatening to tear me apart from the inside out.

I open my eyes wide in horror, as if seeing him for the first time again. "What?!" I gasp out, feeling bile rise in my throat. "You can't be serious! I didn't do anything wrong!" Tears well up in my eyes, threatening to spill over and drip down onto the carpet below me. Anger replaces the shame for a moment; I try to push myself away from him, ignoring the pain in my wrists as they pull against the handcuffs. "You can't just treat me like this!!"

He laughs, amused by my outrage. "Oh, Janice," he says with mock sympathy. "It's only a bit of fun between us. You should learn to take it better." His expression darkens suddenly, and I feel a jolt of fear run through me at the look in his eyes. "Unless you'd rather go back to jail..." He trails off suggestively.

I hesitate for a moment, heart racing. Part of me wants to shout at him and refuse, but another part wonders if he's serious...if there's any point in resisting anymore. The tears slide down my cheeks unchecked as I contemplate my situation, feeling utterly helpless and humiliated.

"I...I just want this to be over..." I mumble through tears, looking anywhere but at him. "You win. I'll do whatever you want." The words taste like ashes in my mouth, and I feel even more sick than before, but they slip out before I can stop them.

For a moment, he looks surprised by my capitulation. Then his expression shifts again, becoming satisfied and predatory. "Good girl," he murmurs, stepping closer to me. He reaches down with his free hand and roughly grips the back of my head, forcing me to look up at him. His face is dangerously close now, flushed with arousal as he presses himself against me. I can feel the warmth of his breath on my lips as he whispers, "Now suck."

I choke back a sob as his warm balls fill my mouth, feeling utterly defeated and humiliated. I can't believe this is happening...that he's making me do this. My eyes water with tears of shame as I suck on him, doing what he wants in order to avoid going back to jail.

But even as I obey his command, a tiny part of me refuses to completely break. Despite the pain and fear, I steel myself against giving him the satisfaction of complete control. This isn't right...it isn't fair...and one day, I will find a way to make him pay for what he's done to me.

I swallow hard, my cheeks flush with anger and shame as I suck harder on his balls, tears streaming down my face. "I'll do whatever you want," I manage to whisper around them. "Just leave me alone after this." My voice is hoarse from humiliation, but there's a hint of steel behind it that he can't ignore.

snorts sarcastically through her tears Yeah, real professional. You can "check in" on me any time you want, Officer Dickwad. I'm sure the whole neighborhood will be thrilled to see you back again. swallows his balls, savoring the moment before she has to take another breath and endure his presence any longer

I try to hide the look of disgust that crosses my face as his pre-cum hits me, but I don't think he notices beneath all the anger and humiliation. Truth is, I am strong. But right now...right now, I feel like a broken bird, beaten down into submission by this monster who calls himself an officer of the law. And it burns. It burns deep inside me, fueling my determination to get through this and come out stronger on the other side.

"Yeah," I finally manage to choke out, "and you're a real piece of work, you know that?" The words taste bitter on my tongue, but at least they feel like something. Like standing up for myself in the face of this nightmare. "You think just because you wear a badge and have a gun, it gives you the right to treat people like garbage? To touch them whenever you want?" I meet his gaze head-on, refusing to be intimidated or shamed any further. "Well guess what? It doesn't."

He laughs, but there's an edge to it now that wasn't there before. "Oh, Janice," he says, almost fondly, "you really don't understand anything, do you?" But I can tell by the way his eyes narrow that he's starting to realize maybe he should be a bit more careful with me. Maybe I'm not as broken as he thought after all. And that realization? It's like a shot of adrenaline straight to my heart, giving me newfound strength and determination to fight back.

gags and chokes on his cock as he abruptly pushes it into her mouth, tears streaming down her face "I'll never beg for anything from you," she gasps out between sobs, struggling to breathe against the pain and humiliation. Her body trembles with rage, every fiber of her being rebelling against his violation. But she doesn't give up; she refuses to break. Instead, she focuses that anger and determination into a quiet, burning core deep within herself.

He thrusts harder into her mouth, grunting with each stroke, but the more he pushes her down, the stronger her will seems to become. She bites back a scream of defiance, her teeth clenched tight around his length. Even as he tries to crush her spirit and make her submit, she fights back, refusing to let him win this battle.

It's then that she realizes it: This isn't about him. It never was. It's about showing herself that she can stand up against injustice, no matter how powerful the enemy. And she won't stop until she's proven that to herself. Even if it means going through hell first.

She growls around his length, teeth digging in just enough to make him gasp. The taste of blood fills her mouth as she imagines the pain radiating up his shaft and into his groin. It's all she can do to keep herself from breaking free and sinking her teeth deeper, drawing blood that will mark this moment forever.

But even in the depths of her rage, there's a voice inside her mind whispering that he's right: if she hurts him, it'll only make things worse for herself. So instead, she focuses on the one thing she can control. With every breath, every thrust of his hips, she draws strength from her anger and refuses to give in.

She's not going to beg for anything from this monster...not mercy, not freedom. She'll fight until the end, even if it means taking him down with her. And when all is said and done, she'll come out of this stronger than ever before, ready to face whatever challenges await her on the other side.

I bite down harder, tasting the metallic tang of blood as my teeth scrape against his skin. My eyes meet his for a split second before I look away, feeling a strange mix of defiance and shame wash over me. It's not enough to make him stop; he just grunts in response and thrusts deeper into my mouth.

But the longer this goes on, the more difficult it becomes to focus solely on her anger. There are other emotions churning beneath the surface now: fear, frustration, and above all else, determination not to let him win. She'll fight until she has nothing left...and then she'll find a way to keep fighting anyway.

Her jaw aches from clenching around his length as he continues to force himself deeper into her mouth. The taste of pre-come and salty skin fills her senses, making it difficult to focus on anything else. But through the haze of humiliation and pain, she knows one thing for certain: this isn't the end. It can't be. There has to be something more...some way out of this nightmare.

She gags and spits out as much of his cock as she can, tears streaming down her face. "I'm not your 'little girl'!" she chokes out between breaths, voice hoarse from humiliation and pain. "And you're no cop! You're just a sick, twisted animal who thinks he can get away with anything!" Her hands clench into fists at her sides as anger surges through her once more, fueling her determination to break free from this nightmare.

But for now, she knows there's nothing else she can do. With his hands on her head and his cock filling her mouth, she's helpless against him...nothing more than a plaything for his twisted pleasure. So instead of fighting back or trying to escape, she focuses all of her strength into gathering as much saliva as she can in her dry mouth. It's the only weapon she has left; it'll have to be enough.

"I-I..." She gasps between breaths, voice hoarse and raw from the abuse she's endured. Her eyes narrow in anger, burning with hatred as she sucks harder on his cock. He's right; she has done this before...with other women. But never like this. Never against her will, never with someone using her body for their own twisted pleasure. It's a bitter realization, but it only serves to make her more determined than ever to escape from him and prove his lies wrong.

Spit and pre-come coat her tongue as she works his shaft, desperate for any way out of this nightmare. And then suddenly, an idea strikes her like a bolt of lightning: if she can make him cum with her mouth...if she can prove that she's more than just another object to use and abuse...maybe there's hope left after all.

With renewed focus, she sinks deeper onto his cock, taking as much of him into her mouth as possible while still being able to breathe. Her hands tremble against the carpet as she fights for control, using every ounce of strength and determination to make him cum before he can force himself inside her any further.

She groans and thrusts her head forward, taking him deeper as he finally reaches the brink of orgasm. Her eyes close tightly as she tries to concentrate on making this the best blowjob of his life...the one that will free her from his grasp forever. Tears streak down her face as his cock throb inside her mouth, and she can feel him starting to shudder with release.

With a choking sound, he erupts into her mouth, hot cum filling her throat and flowing over her tongue in powerful bursts. She struggles not to gag or spit it out as she continues sucking for all she's worth, willing him to empty his entire load down her throat. The taste is vile and bitter, but she endures it without complaint, focusing instead on the sensation of finally having some control over this situation.

Finally, he releases his seed into her mouth with a satisfied moan. She draws in a shaky breath as she pulls back, her cheeks bulging with cum, and stares up at him defiantly. Blood and snot drip from her chin and nose, but she barely notices; all that matters is that he can't do this to her again...that he has to leave her alone now.

She doesn't hesitate, opening her mouth wide to reveal the hot, sticky load of cum sitting in her cheeks like some sort of twisted prize. Her lips are swollen and bruised from where he's forced them open, but she meets his gaze defiantly, refusing to show any sign of weakness or pain. Even as she waits for him to react, a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of everything that led up to this moment...and what might happen next.

But for now, she'll focus on one thing: proving to herself that she can survive this...that she can come out stronger on the other side.

She does as he says, rolling the hot cum around in her mouth and savoring the bitter taste on her tongue. It's revolting and degrading...but she swallows it down anyway, determined to prove that nothing he can do will break her spirit. As she opens her mouth again for inspection, she stares up at him defiantly, daring him to try anything else.

But even as the words "I'm not your fucking plaything" hover on the edge of her tongue, she knows that it doesn't matter what she says or does. He holds all the cards right now...and until she can find some way to turn the tables on him, she's at his mercy. So instead of fighting back or pleading for release, she forces herself to remain silent and submit for however long it takes. She only hopes that somehow, somewhere down the line, there will be a chance for her to escape...to get revenge...to make things right again.

She forces the warm cum down her throat, feeling it slide across her tongue and burn its way down her esophagus. As she swallows, she winces at the bitter taste, but refuses to let him see any sign of discomfort or weakness. With a shaky breath, she looks up at him defiantly, eyes burning with determination and hatred. "It tasted like revenge," she says through gritted teeth, voice low and menacing despite the tremor of fear that still runs through her. "And I'm not done with you yet."

With shaking hands, she raises her knees, spreading them apart to reveal herself completely to him. Her pussy glistens with sweat and fear, lips parted in anticipation of whatever horrors he might inflict upon her next. But despite the terror that runs through her veins, there's a strange sense of determination burning bright inside her now...a desire to face whatever he has in store and come out stronger on the other side. She refuses to break under his gaze; she will not let him win this war without a fight.

She grinds her teeth together, feeling the anger and shame boil inside her as he speaks about her body so casually. "It's none of your damn business," she hisses through clenched teeth. But even as she struggles against the restraints that bind her, a part of her wonders if maybe he's right...if what happened between her and other women might hold some key to escaping this nightmare. The thought sends a shiver down her spine.

"But, well..." She pauses, reluctant to admit the truth even now. "I was in a relationship with another girl once...but we broke up." Her voice trails off as she looks away, feeling a hot tear trickle down her cheek. She hasn't thought about that part of her life in so long; it feels strange to be discussing it now.

"But," she continues forcefully, regaining some of her defiance, "it's nothing you can use against me. So just...just get this over with already." Her breath comes out ragged and uneven as she tries to steel herself for whatever he has in store.

Her entire body tenses as he speaks, and she tries to jerk away from his touch. "Of course not," she spits through gritted teeth. "Only lesbos touch me there." Her words are laced with venom; she hates herself for saying them, even if it's true. She wants him to believe that she's experienced, that she's strong...but the truth is, this is all new to her. And it scares her more than anything else.

She tries to shut out his touch as he continues to stroke her clit, focusing instead on breathing through the pain and humiliation. There has to be a way out of this...she can't just give up now. But every time she thinks she might have found a glimmer of hope, he crushes it beneath his cold, hard hands, leaving her feeling more trapped than ever before.

With one last desperate surge of energy, she arches her back and tries to twist away from him. "Fuck you," she growls through clenched teeth. "Just leave me alone."

She gasps as he presses his hard cock against her pussy lips, the sensation sending waves of both revulsion and desire coursing through her body. For a brief moment, she imagines pushing him away...making him stop this madness. But then the pleasure overwhelms her once more, and she finds herself arching her back in welcome instead. Her hands clench into fists behind her back as he continues to thrust his cock against her, relishing the power he has over her body.

Her mind races; a tornado of desperation and determination swirling out of control. She needs this...she knows she does. But it's not enough. It can never be enough. With every stroke of his cock against her pussy, she feels herself slipping further into darkness...into the depths where she might never escape again.

And yet, somehow, there's still a tiny sliver of light shining through the cracks in her defenses...a hope that she can find a way out of this mess...that she can make things right once more. She clings to it with everything she has, refusing to let go no matter how hard he pushes her down.

She groans as he thrusts deeper, feeling the thick length of him stretching her in ways she never knew possible. It's exquisite agony...and yet, somehow, it's exactly what she needs. With every stroke, his cock pushes further inside her, claiming possession of her body in a way that nothing else ever has. She shudders with pleasure as he takes control, and for a brief moment, she allows herself to be lost in the sensation.

But even as the pleasure washes over her, there's a small voice at the back of her mind reminding her not to forget who this is...what he is doing to her. She can't let herself enjoy this too much; if she does, she might never find a way out of here...and she has to keep fighting.

Her fingers dig into the carpet, nails biting into the fabric as she tries to hold on to something, anything that will keep her from losing herself completely in his embrace. She glances up at him, meeting his eyes for just a moment before looking away again, unable to face the truth of what they're doing right now.

"Shut up," she manages to choke out between pants as his cock slides deeper inside her. "I'm not...not enjoying this." But even as the words leave her lips, they feel like a lie. His thrusts are hard and deep, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body that she can't deny. She arches her back, gasping as he hits a sensitive spot inside her pussy. It feels so...so good.

But it isn't enough. She needs to find some way to fight back, to regain control over this situation before it's too late. With every breath she takes, every touch of his skin against hers, she tries to focus on anything other than the pleasure he's giving her...on how easily he's manipulating her body and mind. She clenches her fists tighter, determined not to lose herself in this nightmare any longer.

She lets out a muffled moan as he hits her G-spot, the pleasure washing over her in waves. "I...don't..." she gasps, struggling to maintain control of herself. She can feel herself starting to lose focus, letting go just enough for him to slip deeper inside her mind as well as her body. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the carpet as she tries desperately not to give in.

But it's no use; with every thrust of his hips, every touch of his fingers against her most sensitive spot, he pushes her closer and closer to the edge. Her breath comes out ragged and uneven now, mixing with his grunts as their bodies move together in a dance born from violence and desire. She shudders violently, every muscle tensing as she nears the brink of orgasm...and somehow, knowing that it's him doing this to her makes it even more unbearable.

The thought makes her groan in frustration and desire as she feels herself growing closer to the edge. She bites down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying desperately not to say anything that might give him the satisfaction of knowing how much this is affecting her. But then again...he already knows. It doesn't matter what she says or does at this point; there's no escaping his control over her body and mind. So with a broken sigh, she forces out the words: "Fine. I like it."

Her pussy pulses around his cock as he hits her sweet spot again, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She arches her back, hands trembling as she meets his gaze for a moment before looking away, ashamed at the helpless need etched into her features. "But that doesn't mean you can just keep...doing this," she gasps out between clenched teeth.

She lets out a small sob as he moves her into position, feeling exposed and violated in this new angle. With her hands now free, she starts to push against him, trying to gain some semblance of control over the situation. But his grip on her hip is firm, holding her in place as he continues to thrust his hips, driving his cock deeper inside her with each stroke.

"Stop it," she whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths. "You're making this worse." Her words are weak and pathetic, a useless attempt to stop him from taking what he wants. She knows there's no escape now...that she has to endure whatever he does to her until he decides it's enough. But the thought of that moment looming closer fills her with dread; she can feel herself growing more and more fragile, breaking apart under his touch.

And yet, somehow, she finds the strength to keep fighting...to keep pushing back against him, even when everything inside her screams for release. Because deep down, she knows that this is the only way out: to resist him until he tires of playing games and lets her go free again.