After a hectic day at work I was actually looking forward to the long leisurely drive home. Normally the thought of the ride home would put me on edge as I dreaded the traffic I knew I would face. Somehow a half-hour ride always managed to turn into an hour or more depending on the day. But that day I did not mind. Having the weekend to look forward to I quickly organized my desk and sat to watch the clock. Funny how 5 minutes can seem like hours when you're wanting to go somewhere or waiting for something or someone. For me it was simply Friday and I was looking forward to a nice long weekend with nothing to do but cater to myself. Usually my weekends are packed with errands or time out with friends, but this weekend I made no plans just so I could sit around and be lazy and not have to deal with anything.

The sound of the sirens startled me and I looked in the rearview mirror. Right behind me was a police car with the lights flashing. Looking down at my speedometer I saw I was going 70 in a posted 55mph zone. "Oh shit!" I said out loud and quickly pulled the car over to the breakdown lane. Reaching into my glove compartment with shaky hands, I retrieved my registration card, and began fumbling through my purse for my license. Tap, Tap, Tap came the sound on the roof of my car. I turned my head to see a rather large cleavage staring back at me, and the nametag Murphy. Trying desperately not to chuckle I said, "Officer I know I was speeding, I'm very sorry. I was just enjoying the day and the music and next thing I knew."

She interrupted, "license registration." Her voice was stern but not manly at all. I handed her my license and registration like she asked then watched her in the side mirror as she walked back to her car. Even in the mirror I could tell her uniform was at least a size to small, hugging every curve of her body accentuating the curves of her hips and ass as she walked.

I sat nervously awaiting her to return, when suddenly my car door flew open. "Get out of the car please." She said. I did as she asked without question. "Put your hands on the hood of the car please." She said as she helped me assume the "position" as I had heard them call it so many times before but had never experienced personally until now. What happened next I was not ready for.

"We have reason to believe you are associated with a known drug addict in town. I am sorry if we are wrong, however I am going to have to play this safe and pat you down." She said as she began to lean into me with her body, running her hands up my arms to my shoulders. Her touch was firm but not threatening as her hands moved up to my shoulders squeezing at them as if to give a massage.

Moving her hands down my sides, then around to my breasts making me arch my back into her. She must have thought I was trying to fight back because she pushed me back down with one of her hands and said, "say down!" in that stern voice of hers. I had almost forgotten why I was in this position to begin with. Her hands felt so good on my skin making my nipples erect and bringing tiny goose bumps to the surface of my skin. Moving her hands down to my stomach I could feel the muscles tighten without my control and I again arched my back pushing myself into her. This time she did not push me back down however, but continued to feel me with her hands. Bringing them to my hips and down to my thighs to the hem of my skirt just above my knees. Something wooden tapped between my legs urging me to spread them apart so I heeded to her prompts as I felt her hands sliding up under my skirt, caressing my legs as she raised the skirt to my waist. Once again I felt the wooden object as it slid up along my inner thigh. I felt my arms give way and laid my torso flat against the hood of the car. I loved the warm feeling of the metal against my breasts and moved slightly from side to side to allow my nipples to caress the warmth.

The wooden object, which I had discerned to be her nightstick, ran up and down my inner thigh and made me wet. My legs trembled as it ran along the crotch of my panties. I turned my head to see her as she grabbed one of my arms and brought it up behind me. Then reaching with her other hand she pulled my other arm to meet the first. I could feel the cold of the metal handcuffs as they clasped around my wrists. My heart was racing so fast I couldn't think about what was going to happen next. The fear I had was gone, all I could think about was how good everything felt.

Standing me up straight she turned me in the direction of her squad car and prodded me to move forward without saying a word. My mind was racing from pleasure to fear once again. Not knowing what was next or what I had done to find myself in this situation. 'Surely a simple speeding doesn't get you arrested in these parts,' were my thoughts.

"Do not make a scene or you will be hurt." She said calmly as she walked me around to the passenger side of the car, away from the traffic of the highway. Then opened the rear door. Being extra careful she lowered me ass end first onto the seat and told me to move over. As scared as I had become after being handcuffed, I still couldn't help the excitement that was building inside me. The confusion of the events were playing in my mind.

She sat down next to me in the back seat and closed the door behind herself. "Excuse me ma'am." I said in a nervous tone. She placed a finger over my lips and gently laid me back into the arms of another person. "What is going on here." I demanded

"Don't fight it." She said, as I attempted to sit back up but the other person placed a hand on my shoulder and another over my mouth so I couldn't scream. I was trembling all over as I watched her lift my skirt once again and pull my panties down over my hips. I tried to kick but she had my legs pinned down somehow making it impossible to move. It was then that I decided I was going to die and fighting it wasn't going to do me a damn bit of good.

Once my panties were discarded she knelt down on the floor between my legs and began gently kissing my inner thighs. My body flinched with each kiss sending shivers up and down my spine. The hand that was holding down my shoulder moved down the front of my blouse and began fondling with my already erect nipple through the material. Impulse took over and I found myself pushing my chest into the awaiting hand begging for more. Between my legs Murphy slowly kissed around my forest. My hips swaying with anticipation. My mind racing back and forth between fear and pleasure.

The person behind me leaned down and kissed my forehead, then moved down replacing his hand with his lips. I winced as his tongue probed deeply into my mouth. The taste of fresh chocolate donuts radiated through my taste buds. I thought about biting down hard but knew that would only make it worse for me.

When they both stopped what they were doing, I opened my eyes to see Murphy sitting there holding a rather large baton. Her partner perched behind me once again holding me down by the shoulders and snickering. I gasped at the sight of it, and thought for sure this was the end. 'She's going to beat me to death I just know it.' I thought. "What are you going to do with that?" I asked nervously. Murphy let out a witch like cackle, "do you really want to know." She replied, as she ran it down along my stomach stopping just before the hairline. "Please don't hurt me." My plea was muted once again by her partner. He leaned down and placed his lips over mine to muffle my screams as I struggled to stop them. The baton moved lower, resting lightly on my clit with a little wiggle motion. The more forceful her partner got at holding me down. I shut my eyes tightly at the pain as she inserted it into me. And then there was blackness.

I awoke in my bed, sat up quickly then ran to the window to see my car sitting in the driveway. "Oh thank God it was just a dream," I said as tears filled my eyes. Then the pain set in and I looked down at my wrists to see the red marks the cuffs had made. Stunned I just stood there staring at the marks, not knowing what to do. 'It hadn't been a dream at all. I must have passed out.' I thought to myself. Shaking all over I reached out for the bedpost to hold myself up and managed to make it back to the side of the bed and sat down gingerly on the edge. My wrists were not the only things hurting on me. I was sitting there staring at the marks on my wrists with tears in my eyes not knowing what to do when the phone rang. I couldn't move to answer it and allowed the machine to get it.

"Hi Abby, It's me mom just calling to say hi." Without thought I reached over and answered the phone.

"Mommy!" I cried.

"What is wrong baby are you alright?" she sounded so soft and reassuring yet I could hear the worry in her voice.

"No", was all I could manage to get out before I burst into tears.

"I'll be right over." She said and hung up the phone.

After what seemed like forever my mother came in, dropped her purse in the doorway to my room and sat on the bed next to me.

"What is wrong honey, what. Tell mommy what's wrong." I couldn't talk through my tears and just threw my arms around her waist and held her tight. She held me close and stroked my hair to reassure me. After awhile I began to calm down so she asked if I wanted some tea and we could talk about it. I agreed and she left the room heading for the kitchen. Somehow having mom there gave me enough strength and clarity to know what I had to do. I reached for the phone and called the police.

"Sargent Michaels." Came the voice on the other end just as my mother walked back in the room and sat down.

I reached out for my mothers hand and started explaining to the officer what had happened.

"Did you get the officers names?" he said when I was done.

"I only got one," I replied. "The name tag read Murphy"

"Ma'am, we don't have an Officer Murphy here, are you sure this was in our district."

After a brief moment of panic I gave him the location of where I remembered it happening. I remembered seeing the sign for exit 15 Main Street. And could see the Sunoco sign from there too. My mother held my hand tighter, and I could here her sniffles next to me and knew she too was crying now.

"Well that is our district ma'am but I am telling you there is no Officer Murphy here." He said, this time his voice changed and I could tell he didn't believe me. "Tell you what, I will send a squad car out to take descriptions and a statement."

"OK thank you!" I said and hung up the phone.

My mother reached over and held me tightly. "Oh my poor baby. How could something like this happen." She was becoming a little hysterical, her crying louder than my own cry. "What did they say?" she muttered out.

"They are sending someone over to take my statement and descriptions."

"I'm calling your father right now and telling him what has happened. Then I will pour you a nice hot bath and go downstairs to wait for the police to show up." She said as she picked up the phone to call my father.

"I can run my own bath mom but thank you. You call dad." I kissed her forehead and slowly walked to the bathroom, started the water running, got undressed and climbed in. The warm water felt good on my bruises as I sank down into the bubbles and closed my eyes.

I must have fallen asleep when the knock at the bathroom door startled me. "Are they here Mom?" I shouted but there was no answer. Again came the knock at the door and again I asked, "are they here mom?" this time listening closer for a reply, but there wasn't one.

Standing I wrapped myself in my robe and went up to the door. "mom, is that you?" I said.

"Ms Callaway it's the police." Came the voice.

I opened the door to see Murphy standing in front of me and tried to close the door again, but she placed her foot in the way. "I am not going to hurt you," she shouted as we struggled for the door.

Something in her voice told me I could believe her so I slowly let go of my hold on the door and backed away. She opened the door but did not try to enter the bathroom, but spoke to me from the doorway.

"Where is my mother?" I interjected.

"When I got here she let me in. She decided you would be safe for a little bit while she went home and picked up some things."

"Am I safe!" I screamed back, my fear still lingering.

"Please, let me talk and then I will leave if you want me to, I need to explain myself," she said.

"How do you explain rape?" I screamed back. My fear was now turning to anger.

"I suppose I can't." She stared down at her feet as if out of shame. "But I would like to try." She looked up at me with soft sad eyes that under any other circumstances would have made me melt.

"I don't want to hear your explanations." I pushed my way past her and went to my room and closed the door. She was still talking to me through the door as I got dressed.

"I know this is no excuse but I do need to explain, and if you want to press charges I won't fight them," she said and then paused.

"I have always lived for my job to the point where I have no social life. There is no one at home for me to go home to. No special person in my life for me to love and be loved back. Just no time for me. When I pulled you over it was for speeding, but when I approached your car and saw you something happened inside me that has never happened before. I can't explain what it was just that it was there. When I went back to the car to run your license I mentioned to my partner the weird feeling I had inside when I saw you. I then let him talk me into getting you back to the squad car for a little fun. I never meant to hurt you. In a sense I just wanted to love you," she said. Both angered and curious I finished getting dressed and opened the door.

"What about me." I looked down to see her sitting outside the door. "Was I suppose to have any say in this?"

"Well, yes and no. When I was patting you down you seemed to enjoy it. I mistakenly took that for an approval which is why I brought you back to the car. Then when you started fighting back we got scared," she said solemnly.

"Well I have to admit I did rather enjoy the pat down portion of it." Somehow I just couldn't help but smile as much as I tried not to. "You still had no right for any of it," I demanded and headed for the stairway.

She got to her feet and making sure to keep distance between us she followed me down the stairs.

"So how many others have there been. How many that you have gotten away with?" I said while feeling the welts that had formed on my wrists.

"There are no others I can promise you that." She said.

"So why me? Huh? Out of all the people, women you pull over in a day, why the hell do you pick me to do, do, do that to," I stumbled for words.

"I told you, I can't explain it. If I believed in love at first sight I would tell you that is what it was. I simply saw you and had to have you. If my partner hadn't goaded me into it, well then it never would have happened honestly. Oh don't get me wrong here, I am not pinning the blame on him. I am taking all the blame actually. But it was like I had no control of myself." She looked so ashamed, it made it very difficult to remain angry with her, but I couldn't give in that easy.

"Abbey!" I heard my mother say as she entered the house.

"We are in here," I said loudly toward the door. "Officer Murphy here was just leaving, weren't you Officer Murphy!" I said in my own stern voice. Somehow feeling empowered.

"Yes I was," she said as tears filled her eyes. "You'll need my real name for the report. It's Maddie Bishop," she said before running out the door.

"What report dear, I thought that was why she was here, to take your report," said my mother obviously confused.

"Oh, mom. I am tired, can we discuss this in the morning?"

"Of course dear," she said. Then we locked up the house and went to bed.