Officer Christina Alvarez hung in the station's small holding cell. Her wrists and her ankles were cuffed to the solid bars over her head, leaving her pelvis thrust out, her legs spread, and her sexy latina ass presented to any man who cared to walk in.
She fumed in burning embarrassment. Not only had the criminal tricked her like a dumb bimbo, but he had stripped her, fucked her with her own club, and left her chained in the most embarrassing position imaginable.
She watched the clock over her desk. The minute hand moved intolerably slowly.
The nightstick in her felt like a man's cock. Her pussy juiced and she found herself thinking about how long it's been since a man had really fucked her.
She heard footsteps.
"Help!" she called out.
Jimbo, her partner, ran in. His piggy eyes narrowed as he checked her, seeing bits she had never let him see. He walked slowly towards her.
"Thank God, Officer Jimbo," Christina found herself saying. "Uncuff me, would you?"
"Why, Christina," Jimbo smiled. "I never knew you felt this way about me."
"What?"
"You should have said something. I would have bought you dinner first."
"What are you talking about?" Christina felt quite panicky now. Jimbo towered over her.
Her fellow officer ran his fingers over her wet slit. Christina moaned involuntarily. His fingers grasped the police club lodged in her. |