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Patrolling the block, you pass by the familiar convenience store, but something’s off—way off. You recognize the clerk behind the counter, but his face is twisted in panic. Upon seeing you through the glass, he waves frantically. Like a canine beckoned by a whistle, you’re sprinting to the door. As you approach, a girl, obviously the one threatening him, whips her head to you, eyes widening with alert. She immediately darts further into the store.
“Shit!” You shout in frustration as you burst in. “Is she armed?”
“Uh—yes! As far as I know, just a bat.” He blurts, a relieved look easing into his expression. Scoffing at the amateur weapon choice, you reach for the gun on your belt.
“Show yourself now—hands high!” You command, sweeping your gun across the aisles.
You creep deeper in, nerves crackling. Hearing the door ring, you snap your aim onto it, only to watch the cashier abandon ship. That’s when she pounces. A pang hits your fingers and you curse, weapon clattering to the floor as the bat wacks it from your grasp. Feeling the bruise seep into your fingers, you grit your teeth, sucking in air with a hiss, turning to your foe.
She spins the bat in her hand, wearing an arrogant smirk. Her small frame is nearly overshadowed by the oversized zip-up hoodie, but she’s already proven that it makes agility easy.
“Wow. I don't even have a gun and you're ready to shoot me dead?” The short haired girl snarls.
In the blink of an eye, she jabs the bat into your stomach and you fall to the floor, breath gutted. Shakily bringing your sore fingers to your walkie, she lurches on top of you, pinning your battered wrists to the cold linoleum floor.
“Ha. Of course you haven’t called for backup yet. I knew you were just some naive rookie.” She scoffs—the same type you reacted with earlier.
Anger wells up in your bruised gut, sending you cursing and writhing beneath her. A knee presses to your clit as she tightens her restraint on your body, making your voice stutter in a whimper. Her head draws back with incredulous surprise, giving you the perfect opportunity to slide your hand out of her grasp.
“H—hey!” She exclaims, grabbing the radio off your body before you can reach it; dashing back over to the bat.
You attempt to sit up, but your abdominal muscles screech in agony, leaving you to pathetically groan as she crushes the radio with a strike of her club.
“Fuck! You’re gonna pay, bitch!” You bark in frustration.
Dread drains your body cold as she takes a stride to you, bat raised menacingly behind her to set up a lethal swing. You raise your shield, an arm, shuffling backwards on the floor as you flinch. She just laughs at your pathetic defense, taking off to the door in a skip, snatching a heaping bag off the front counter in her flurry.
“FUCK!” You scramble to chase her, body fueled only by the urgency to restore your shattered pride—forgetting the gun.
As you shove through the door, you watch her round a corner before even being seen by the public. Briskly following her down the dark alley, you catch a glimpse of her rushed figure rounding a corner, knocking over rubbish in her wake. Your heavy boots beat the pavement, the sound echoing off the towering concrete walls as your pace staggers upon approaching it. You shuffle awkwardly around the trash, veering left to follow into a deeper, darker alley. Receiving a shocking blow to the back of your knee, you collapse with a yelp, palms slapping against the concrete. All the pain that the adrenaline washed away ebbs in once more.
“Looks like I got you where I want you, huh?” She doesn't kick you, just pushes your face to the ground with her rubber sole, forcing you to surrender. “Alright, bootlicker, care to show me why they love calling you that?” It presses harder against your cheek, even grinding to make the skin sting, mashing your face harder against the grit of concrete.
“N-nobody fucking calls me that.” You slur your words, teeth painfully dragging against the tender skin in your mouth.
“Yes they do, baby. Don't worry, I’ll help you understand.” Her voice is soft and disturbingly sultry as she pats the bat on your ass. Your breathing staggers as you recall the pressure she applied between your legs earlier. A dark craving oozes from your heat, so dark you shiver. You grunt in protest to your urges, attempting to rise from the ground, but she lurches forward, leaning harder. You feel a brief yank on your belt.
A chill runs down your spine when you hear the familiar jangling of handcuffs, freezing you to the spot. She reads your concession with unspoken confidence, getting on top of you and swiftly securing your wrists into the cuffs before you can finish processing your arousal. You curse, straining helplessly against the shackles.
“Oh, quit the shit. You basically allowed me to handcuff you and now you wanna act like you care? You like this, don't you?” She chuckles, sadistic and low, sliding a hand into your hair, pulling strands between fingers that tighten to a fist. You whimper at the tug in your scalp, hips shifting beneath hers.
“Ok. You don't have to tell me you want it,” she leans forward, tilting your head to receive her breathy words, “but the more you resist, the rougher I’ll be—and you know how rough I can get.”
The heat between your legs throbs from her words and you strain at the cuffs as if to beg, bucking your hips against where she straddles you. She lifts off of you, fingers diving beneath your waistband to peel your pants down your legs. The sound of a belt clinking hits your ears as she fumbles to free herself. She’s over you again, this time, sliding the head of a rock hard cock along your folds. You gasp as your body responds, knees scraping on the concrete as you shift to spread your legs.
“Shit,” she mutters, almost gasping, “you’re literally dripping. You like being humiliated?” Her dick thrusts deep into your aching core effortlessly, making your jaw go slack and eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. “Having your pussy split open in an alley after acting like you're some good girl all day?”
You bite down on your lip to stifle the moan that responds on its own volition. She hums in satisfaction, grinding her hips against yours, dick throbbing to its full size inside you. As her arousal grows, you creep forward to ease the ache. She grunts, pulling your hips back against hers.
“You’re gunna take all of it, baby. Trust me, you’ll stretch open for it.” She sucks in her bottom lip as she squeezes your ass. “They always do.”
She starts pistoning into you with a fevered pace as she chases climax with little regard to the way your body rocks into the ground. Your moans mix with grunts of pain as she pounds your cunt, carelessly thinking of nothing but filling you with cum.
“Fuck, so tight—mmh!” Her filthy words get cut off by her own ragged moans as her length pulses inside you, pumping you full of her orgasm. As she finishes and slides out, your hips twitch with unsatiated lust.
“Looks like it still wants to get looser.” She says through pants, pulling your torso off the ground by the chain of the cuffs. “Get up.”
After your body shakily returns to its feet, you’re quickly pushed against the wall, lips caught by her teeth and tongue. You whimper helplessly as she fingers you, stroking your plush walls with a new hunger that exceeds the one throbbing between her legs. Mixed cum drips from your used cunt to the ground as lewd, wet sounds fill the stale air.
“I love the way this pussy begs. Want more, baby?” She sucks her fingers and slides the head between your folds teasingly. Whining in surrender, you nod, eyes darting downward to avoid her arrogant expression. “Mmhm, now that’s how you act like a good girl.”
She thrusts in, a hand gripping your jaw and yanking it to force the dreaded eye-contact. With painfully stunning eyes and a sharp, piercing gaze, you can’t help but become entranced as you let her drill into you against the cold wall. You notice her hoodie has become unzipped to let body heat escape as she rapidly pumps inside you, breathing fast as she strains. Your pussy clenches as you stare at her form, generously revealed by a tight, white camisole—and she definitely notices. The hand on your jaw trails down to grip your neck, the other lifting your thigh slightly to bear some weight and pry you open wider.
“Honesty is golden, don’t you think?” She says, voice husky. Pushing harder against your cervix, the base grinds against your clit, leaving you breathless and on the brink of climax. You moan, voice helpless and strained as she squeezes your throat. Her pumping that throbbing dick inside you, forcing you to tighten your pussy by choking you, nails digging into your thigh—it all just sends your cunt into an orgasm that milks her dick relentlessly. As if you have no shame, you cum all over it, begging for her to keep fucking you between strangled moans that catch in your tightened throat.
Though she’s already filled you with cum, her member twitches again, followed by a thinly veiled, vulnerable whimper from her lips. “Ah—you’re cumming, arent you—fuck, me too.”
The hand on your throat travels to your chest, her head dropping to the crook of your neck as she comes again, leaving heavy breaths upon the sensitive skin. You’re both suspended in a moment of ecstasy and shared relief, the air in your lungs intimately mingling in the obscene aftermath. She pulls out with a groan, leaning her shoulder on the wall as she tucks herself away.
“Shit,” you say, panting, “you’re lucky I'm letting you get off with just a slap on the wrist.”
“Oh ho ho. I've gotten off alright—with more than a slap to the wrist.” She laughs breathlessly.
“Shut the fuck up.” You snap, pulling up pants that stubbornly snag on moist skin.
“Okay.” She rests against the wall, chest rising and falling as her eyes watch you fasten your pants. “Thank you, officer. How about you take the money back and I keep getting good pussy?” She tips her head to a suspicious sack nearby.
You click your tongue in annoyance, sighing. “Fair enough, I guess.