Law and order

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Law and Order
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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 down 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. 

Getting into my car I adjusted the radio to find a good station 
and headed for the highway. The day was hot, so I rolled down the 
window, turned up the music and allowed myself to relax singing 
along with the radio, 'Awesome! No traffic today.' I thought to 
myself.

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'd 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 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, "stay 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, however, she 
did not push me back down but continued to feel me with 
her hands. Bringing them to my hips, down to my thighs and then 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 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.  Another 
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 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 a while I began to calm down so she asked if I wanted 
some tea and 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 to love me 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, whilst 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 that was 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.







  
Law and order