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 Author: Andrew Title: The Taste of Rape Part: 1 Universe: Taste of Rape
Summary: Pretty girls shouldn't drive cross country alone.
Keywords: MF, nc, rape, cop, v, choking, preg
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   An old story of mine.  Enjoy.  andrewthewriter@ymail.com
   ***
   Wade was bored.  He'd been driving around in his police cruiser all day
and nothing had happened, he hadn't pulled anyone over, he hadn't handed
out a single ticket, he hadn't even seen a single out of towner all day. 
He was parked in a lot just off Main street, keeping an eye on traffic;
looking for prey.  He looked at his watch: 2 hours left on his shift.  He
sighed; he hadn't had a decent fuck in weeks and it looked like today
wasn't going to put-out.
   Wade was nodding off when a car he didn't recognize caught his eye, a
new model Volkswagon bug.  No one in town owned one of those.  He only
caught a glimpse of the driver: a young woman, alone.
   Wade's cock started getting hard as soon as he saw her.  He turned on
the cruiser, threw it into drive and pulled out onto Main street.  He began
following her at a distance.  She had California plates and it looked like
she was just passing through.  Wade followed her out of town.  About ten
miles out of town, he turned on his lights & siren and raced up behind her.
   The woman pulled over into the dirt on the side of the road and Wade
pulled up behind her.
   Wade adjusted his cock in his pants before he stepped out of his car. 
He walked up to the driver's window and finally saw his prey close up. 
"Perfect," Wade thought to himself.  All he could see was her upper torso
and face.  She was wearing some kind of loose-fitting pink tank-top.  She
appeared to be somewhere around young to mid 20's.
   Wade pulled his eyes off of her chest and looked at her face.  The woman
had a startled look on her face, "I'm sorry Officer, was I speeding?" the
woman said as she held out her driver's license and registration.
   Wade gave her his most charming, disarming, friendliest smile as he took
her driver's license and looked at it while he spoke.  "No, ma'am, you
ain't done nothin' wrong, no need to worry about that.  Thing is we had a
jailbreak couple days ago and theres a couple convicts been runnin' loose
'round the county.  If you don't mind, I just need to take a look in your
car & trunk, make sure they ain't kidnapped you n'are forcin' you to drive
em out of town or somethin'."
   "Oh my, well alright then," the woman said.
   Wade read the information on the license again: Sarah, aged 24, from
California.  He couldn't believe his luck; she was gorgeous.  He watched
her chest rise and fall as she breathed; his eyes hidden behind his
sunglasses while he pretended to be reading her registration information.
   Wade handed the things back to her.  "If you wouldn't mind, there's a
side-road about a mile up the highway here, if you could drive up there and
pull down that road a ways, I'd appreciate it.  This stretch of highway is
narrow'r than normal, and last month one of my fellow officers was struck
by a semitrailer while he was performing a stop along this same stretch of
highway.  So if it's all the same to you, I can just follow you up there,
take a look in your car, and you'll be back on your way in five minutes
flat." Wade said.
   "Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your friend.  Alright, you said it's about
a mile up the road?" she said.
   "Yes ma'am, it'll be on your right hand side.  Just pull down that road
and pull over when the road gets wide enough to pull over.  I'll be right
behind you," Wade said and headed back to his cruiser.
   Sarah pulled out on the highway with Wade following her.  She found the
side-road and turned on to it.  It was a dirt road that looked like it
hadn't been driven on in weeks.  Sarah drove down a ways, looking for a
spot along the road that looked wide enough to pull over.  She went around
a bend and finally saw a spot down the road that looked wide enough, right
next to a stand of trees.  She pulled over again, next to the trees; the
trees between the spot she had pulled over and the highway.  She stepped
out of her car, then waited for Wade.
   Wade pulled up behind her, he started his dashboard camera, adjusted the
microphone on his shoulder, and slipped on his black leather gloves before
he stepped out of the car.  He walked up to Sarah, and gave her his
disarming smile again.
   "This should only take a minute," Wade said as he tugged his gloves down
tight over each of his fingers.
   "Go right ahead officer," Sarah said and gestured to her car.
   Wade nodded at her, took a step toward the car then spun and slapped her
across the face with his gloved hand as hard as he could; the leather glove
hitting her face making a loud clap.  Sarah never saw it coming, the force
of it made her blackout for a second and see pinpoints of light in the
blackness like she was looking at a star-speckled night sky as she started
to fall to the ground.  Wade kicked her in the stomach as she was falling.
He heard the sound of the air being forced out of her and grinned as she
hit the dirt.  Sarah crumpled on the ground, holding her stomach and trying
to gasp for air.
   Wade grabbed Sarah's hair and dragged her through the dirt to his police
cruiser.  He bent over, picked her up, then threw her, face-down, across
the hood of his car.  Sarah reflexively pulled her face away from the hot
metal of the police car as Wade pulled her arms behind her back and put her
hands in handcuffs.  She was starting to regain her breath, "What...  did
I...  do?" she managed to croak out.
   Wade kicked one of his feet between hers and then forced his knee
between her knees.  He leaned his weight against her ass and leaned over on
top of her.  He put his forearm against the back of her neck and had her
completely pinned to the hood of the police cruiser.  He grabbed a handful
of her hair with his other hand and jerked her head with each word as he
said, "Shut the fuck up, bitch."
   "Please, I didn't do anything, I just want to go home," Sarah said.
   Wade stood back up, pulled her up by her hair, then slammed her head
into the hood of the car.  She briefly saw stars again and winced with pain
as tears started to roll down her face.
   "Please, I have money, I can give it to you, just let me go," she said
meekly.
   Wade leaned over her again, twisted the grip he had on the fist full of
her hair, then pulled his gun out of it's holster.  He held it in front of
her face and said, "I said shut the fuck up!  The next time you speak
without being spoken to, you're going to get shot.  I'll bury your ass
right fucking here.  You understand that?" Wade said.
   Sarah was sobbing now, she closed her eyes and shook with fear.  "Yes,"
she barely managed to whisper between sobs.
   Wade could feel her body shaking underneath him and grinned.
   "And when I do want to hear something come out of this cum-sucking
fuck-hole," Wade said as he began caressing Sarah's lips with the barrel of
his gun, "the last word out of it will be 'Sir'.  Got it?"
   Sarah recoiled away from the gun on her lips but Wade pinned her neck
with his elbow so she couldn't move her head and continued rubbing the gun
on her lips.  He put more weight onto the elbow against her neck and said,
"You fucking got it, slut?"
   Tears were running down Sarah's face onto the hot hood of the car. 
"Yes, Sir," she said as Wade fondled her lips with his gun while she spoke.
   "Good girl," Wade said as he reholstered his gun.
   He took his elbow off of her neck and started tugging her shirt up her
body.  Sarah made a sound like she was going to say something but then shut
her mouth and kept crying instead.  Wade got her shirt up over her bra
covered breasts and then reached into his pocket and pulled out a folding
knife.  He flipped the knife open and began cutting her bra off her body.
He pulled the pieces off of her until her breasts were bare, mashed against
the hot metal of the hood.
   Wade reached around under her waist and undid her belt, her pants
button, unzipped her pants and then pulled her belt out from around her
waist.  He set the belt on the hood next to her face then started pulling
her pants down, exposing her lacey pink panties.  When he had her pants
around her thighs just below her ass, he took his knife and started cutting
her pants along the seat & crotch, cutting them in half.  He finished
cutting the pants into two pieces and let both pants legs fall down her
legs before she squeezed her knees together.
   Wade pulled her panties down her ass around her thighs just far enough
to give him access to her.  He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out
and slid it between her thighs, pressing up against her pussy as his cock
slid along it.  Sarah's restrained hands curled into shivering fists behind
her back when his cock came into contact with her pussy.  He pulled his
cock out from between her clenched thighs and then started stuffing it back
between them, slowly fucking her thighs as she clenched her legs together
in terror.
   Wade stepped back and kicked his foot between her ankles and started
kicking them further apart, spreading her legs further apart and giving him
better access to her pussy.  He stepped back up to her, gripped his cock in
his hand then slapped her pussy with it, causing her to body to jump and a
squeak to come out of her mouth.
   Wade grinned and rubbed his cock all over her pussy and up and down the
crack of her butt, smearing his precum over her pussy and asshole,
occasionally using his hand to slap her pussy with his cock, making her
jump each time.  He slid his cock along her pussy again and then leaned
over her.  He picked up her belt from the hood and wrapped it around her
neck, feeding it through the buckle like it had been when she was wearing
it..  She squeaked again when he started tightening it around her neck. 
Her lips started to form words, but she said nothing.  He tightened it
until he saw it start to slightly dig into her flesh and then pulled back
on it like it was a leash, lifting her by the neck off of the car hood.  He
could hear her having trouble breathing.
   "Look straight ahead of you.  See that camera on the dashboard?" Wade
said.
   Sarah's eyes went wide as she saw the camera with it's red light
blinking.
   Wade forced the head of his cock into her pussy.  "Smile for the camera,
slut," he said, then started forcing his cock into her.
   Sarah winced and looked at the camera with disgust on her face as Wade
worked his cock into her pussy.
   "God damn, this pussy is a lot tighter than I expected from a whore like
you," Wade said as he tried to stuff his cock further into her.  He pulled
his cock back out and then cleared his throat and spit down onto his cock.
Sarah dry-heaved against the belt around her neck when she felt him start
to work the spit into her pussy.
   Wade started pressing his cock back into her then pulled it out again,
and spit on it again before stuffing it back into her.  He finally managed
to get his cock all the way into her, his balls coming to rest against her
pussy.
   "There we go.  That ain't so bad, now is it?" Wade said.
   Sarah couldn't control her crying and sniffling.  With the belt around
her neck she finally managed to choke out a faint "No, Sir."
   "How many times you been fucked like this?" Wade said.
   "I've only had sex twice, Sir," Sarah barely managed to say.
   "Well I'll be damned.  No wonder that pussy was so tight.  Twice?  So
I'm the third?  I think that officially makes you a slut," Wade said, with
his balls still resting against her pussy.  "Tell me what a dirty little
slut you are, and I'll loosen up your belt a little."
   Sarah sniffled as tears ran down her face onto the hood of the car. 
"I'm a dirty little slut, Sir." she said, half of the words being
inaudible.
   Wade set the buckle back a little and let a tiny fraction of pressure
off of the belt around her neck before resetting the buckle.  "You can do
better than that, can't you?  You want to breath don't you?" Wade yanked
back on the belt as he finished his sentence.
   "I'm....  I'm a nasty little...  fucking slut, Sir."
   "Don't I know it," Wade said, as he pressed his weight against her for
emphasis.  He reset the buckle and let a little more pressure off of her
neck.  He left the belt still cinched around her neck, but not digging into
her flesh quite as much as it had been before, and slowly pulled his cock
out of her until just the head of it was still inside her.
   Wade reached over her and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back
on it hard while he slammed his cock back into her pussy.  She cried out as
his balls slapped her pussy.  Wade pulled out again and started slamming
his hips against her ass with each thrust.
   "You like that don't you, slut?" Wade said in between hard breathing and
grunts.
   Sarah could barely force the words out of her mouth under his relentless
pounding into her pussy, "Yes, Sir."
   Wade grabbed her hip with his free hand and squeezed it while he fucked
her.  He let go of her hip and slid his hand across her ass until his thumb
was over her asshole.  He started rubbing her asshole while he fucked her
and pulled her hair.  He brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked it for a
second, getting spit all over it, and then put it back over her asshole. 
He worked his wet thumb into her ass up to the first knuckle.
   "I bet you really like that, don't you, slut?"
   Cringing and tightening her fists, Sarah said "Yes, Sir," the sound of
her voice being interrupted every time he thrust into her.
   Wade fed the rest of his thumb into her ass, then started wiggling it
around and tugging in different directions while he fucked her pussy.
   "You are such a nasty little slut.  What other kind of girl would let a
complete stranger just fuck her like this, and even let him finger her
ass?"
   Wade slid his finger out of her ass and sank his cock into her and
rested against her for a moment.  He put his thumb in front of her face,
"Clean my thumb off, you got it dirty."
   "Please, no...  I can't!"
   Wade cinched the belt tighter around her neck until she almost couldn't
breathe at all then switched the fistful of hair from his other hand to the
hand that had just been in her ass, making sure to wipe his thumb in her
hair.  He started slapping her ass as hard as he could manage from this
angle, over and over.  He didn't stop slapping her ass until it was bright
red and he couldn't feel his hand anymore because it was so numb.  He put
his tingling hand on her lower back and slid it around her body.  The
feeling of not quite being able to feel what he was touching, but feeling
the pressure of the touch and seeing it, intrigued him.
   "Let's get those tits on camera," Wade said.  With his cock still in her
pussy he pulled back on the belt until it lifted her off the car hood.  Her
tits jiggledd as he jerked her backwards until she was leaning back against
him.  Wade slid his numb hand around to the front of her, over her stomach,
up her chest, and fondled her breast.  He let go of her hair with the other
hand and brought that hand to her other breast.  He began mauling her
breasts with his hands, one of his hands feeling regular, the other one
numb.  He kept his good hand pinching and twisting one of her nipples while
he moved his numb hand further up her chest, over her neck, over the belt,
to her face.  With his fingers, he turned her face toward him and he got a
better look at the tears that were covering her face as it started to
darken from lack of oxygen.
   Wade nuzzled his nose against her ear and whispered, "Do you have any
idea how beautiful you look right now?"
   Sarah's body tried to sob when she heard that, but the belt was too
tight.  Wade grabbed her chin and turned it further toward him and licked
her face from her jawline to her eyes, licking her tears away.  Sarah tried
to cringe away from his tongue, but couldn't.
   "I love the taste of rape," Wade whispered into her ear and then nibbled
on her earlobe.  Sarah only sobbed more.
   Wade shoved her back down over the hood of his patrol car, making his
cock pop out of her when he did.  He pulled his black-leather gloves off
and tossed them on the hood of the car.  He started rubbing his cock all
over her pussy again.
   "You got a boyfriend or anything, slut?" Wade said as he slapped her
pussy with his cock.
   Sarah's face was turned to one side and Wade could see her lips moving
but no sound coming out.  He unclasped the belt and gave her just enough
room to breath before setting the buckle again.  Sarah sucked in air and
choked out, "I just got married this week, Sir."
   Wade felt his cock surge at that announcement, "I'm guessing by how
tight this cunt is..." Wade said as he slapped his cock against her pussy
as hard as he could, making a wet splat sound, "That you must have been
saving yourself for marriage.  That right, slut?"
   Tears streamed down Sarah's face onto the hot metal of the hood
underneath her.  "Yes, Sir," She whispered as Wade pressed the head of his
cock into her pussy.
   Wade stuffed his cock back into her pussy, grabbed her hips and began
fucking her again.
   "I can't believe that you are fucking around on your husband after being
married for less than a week," Wade said as he slapped his hips against her
ass.  "You're a real piece of shit, aren't you?"
   Sarah was stunned and could not answer right away, while Wade kept on
pounding at her.  "Yes I am, Sir.  Sir, my husband and I have been trying
to get pregnant, and I am fertile right now, would you please not cum in
me, Sir?" Sarah pleaded.
   That sent Wade over the edge, he grabbed her hair and yanked it back as
he slammed deep into Sarah and started cumming in her pussy.  After the
first spurt of cum deep in her pussy, he fucked in and out of her until his
orgasm subsided then pulled his cock out of her and rubbed it up and down
her ass, passing over her asshole with each stroke while his cock continued
twitching and oozing cum.
   "You've got to be the nastiest slut I've ever fucked.  Fucking around on
your husband like that, not caring if you got knocked up by another man. 
It really disgusts me that there are people like you in this world," Wade
said as he rubbed his cock against her cum coated pussy.  He pushed his
cock back into her pussy and sank all the way into her, pushing his cum as
far into her as he could, he pulled out and pushed back in a few times
before he was finally done and pulled out of her.  He used her shirt to
wipe his cock off and then put it back in his pants.
   Wade pulled her up and sat her down on the hood of his car.  Her shirt
was still up over her breasts, and cum was drooling out of her pussy onto
the hood of the car.  He sat against the car, next to her, their thighs and
shoulders touching.
   Wade gently caressed her back with his hand while he said, "Here's how
it is, you tell anyone about this; it'll be my word against yours on
whether or not it was consensual.  The tape in the car?  I'm going to be
keeping that for my own personal amusement and showing it to my friends, so
don't think that that is going to help you out.  Even if by some miracle I
did get convicted for this; my friends in law enforcement would arrest you
and your whole family, plant all kinds of drugs and guns on them and make
sure they go away to prison for a long long time.  So then...  what are you
going to do, slut?"
   Sarah was looking down at the trail her body had made in the dirt when
she had been dragged through it, avoiding the man's eyes.  The hot metal of
the car was burning her naked thighs and ass.  She could see the cum
drooling out of her pussy and running down the hood of the car.  "I'll keep
my mouth shut, Sir."
   Wade reached his arm around her and hugged her shoulders.  "That's a
good slut," Wade said.  He brought his other hand to her belly and rubbed
the bruise that was forming there from where he had kicked her.  "Oh, I
really liked that bit about not knocking you up, that really got me off.  I
think I'll keep your driver's license and keep tabs on you.  If I find out
that you had an abortion any time in the next year...  you will not like
the consequences.  I like the idea of your dipshit husband raising our kid
and never knowing it wasn't his."
   Sarah flinched away from his hand on her belly when he first touched it,
and then cringed away from it after the words he spoke to her.  She turned
her head and dry-heaved.
   Wade rubbed her shoulder then stood up and went to her car and began
searching through it.  He found a purse, a duffel bag full of clothes and a
cellphone; the rest of the car was empty.  He took the bag and phone and
threw them into his car.  He went back around to the front of the cruiser
where Sarah was sitting and pulled her shoes off, then pulled the shredded
remains of her pants off her legs and threw them on the ground.  He pulled
her panties all the way off and put them in his pocket, "I think I'll keep
those as a souvenir," he said.
   Standing in front of her, Wade could see the light glittering off of
Sarah's tears as she looked away from him.  "God fucking damn, you are so
gorgeous," Wade said as he stepped up to her and roughly worked his finger
into her pussy.  He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back,
then began roughly kissing her as he fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit
with his thumb.
   Wade pulled his mouth off of hers with a loud, wet, sucking sound. 
"Fuck, slut...  I might have to come down to California for a visit," Wade
said.  He put his hand on her face and brushed her hair back, then cupped
her face with his hand.  "You're the best fuck I've had in years." He
pulled her driver's license out of his pocket and looked at it in front of
her, nodded his head and said, "Yeah, I think I might come down and check
up on little Wade Jr.  next year."
   Sarah was now wearing nothing but her shirt, which was covered with cum
on the back, the belt around her neck, and the handcuffs around her wrists
behind her back.  Wade stood her up and turned her toward the camera. 
"Look in the camera and thank me for the fuck.  Those cuffs aren't coming
off until you tell me what I want to hear, and make it good," Wade said to
her.
   Sarah brought her eyes off of the ground and looked at the flashing red
light of the camera.  It took her a minute to get her sniffling under
control, but Wade was patient.
   Sarah squeezed her trembling hands into fists behind her back in the
handcuffs.  "Thank you so much, for giving me the fucking I needed, Sir,"
Sarah said with tears streaming down her cheeks, and blood trickling down
her chin from the corner of her swollen lips.  "My husband has never fucked
me like that, and I needed a real cock so badly, Sir.  I can't wait to have
your baby, Sir." Sarah looked at the ground, away from Wade and the camera,
and sobbed.
   Wade patted her ass.  "Aw, it weren't nothin', baby.  Always glad to
oblige such a nasty fucking slut.  I saw the look in your eyes when I
pulled you over, begging for some real dick.  I just couldn't say no," Wade
said as he took the cuffs off of her wrists and turned her toward her car.
   Wade threw her car keys in the dirt by her car door.  "Y'all have a nice
day now, ya hear?" he said, flashing her his charming smile again.
   Sarah rubbed her wrists and looked at him like this was some kind of
trap.
   "Go on, get the fuck out of my county, slut.  Get!  Go!" Wade said, then
pushed her toward her car and kicked her in the ass.
   Sarah ran to her car and bent over to pick up her keys, giving Wade a
final look at her ass and pussy as cum coated and ran down her thighs. 
Sarah jumped into her car and drove away, cum seeping out of her pussy and
soaking into her car seat.
   Wade laughed as Sarah drove off, thinking about how she was going to
find another pair of pants, or how she was going to buy gas to get home. 
He picked up the pieces of her clothes and threw them in the back of his
car with the rest of her things.  He sat down in his car and watched as
Sarah's car disappeared around a corner down the road.  His stomach rumbled
and he looked at his watch, "Just about Miller time," he said to himself as
he turned off the camera and turned on the engine of the car.  He noticed
the sweat and cum on the hood of his car and laughed again as he started
driving back to town.  
  
The Taste of Rape - MF. nc. rape. cop. v. choking. preg