Crime and Punishment (Aida and alg9)
 

[Basically I want a cop character, preferably not an old man but he'd be older than my teen character by default. Say in his 30s. He comes and busts my character...in more ways than one...maybe some blackmail and definitely some force involved. Looking for someone other than lawless. He's a great RPer, but it'd be cool if I RPed with someone else for a change. :D]

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Aida giggled, slowly inhaling the thick blunt smoke that was slowly spreading around and mixing with the evening fog. She was sitting outside a public bathroom in a public park, which was relatively empty as the darkness approached and night began to come. Really it was the perfect place for a quick toke up before the high school party she was going to, she really needed a nice mood enhancer and this would do just fine. Besides, the cops never came by here.
Slowly sighing and putting her blunt carefully down, she rose and began stretching her tired slender body, revealing her lean body and pale thighs, and then sat back down.

I sigh to myself thinking how bullshit it is that I have to patrolling this area of the park. The old Sargeant used to understand that nobody was ever here, and let us skip it and shorten our shift. NEw ones a real hardass, and we have to comb every square inch of our beat.

Sigh, by 28 I thought I would have made detective by now, but I haven't and this new guy'll hold me back if I don't follow orders, so hear I am roaming an empty park in the dead of night.

Finally nearing the restrooms, I see a young teen sitting on the steps. I smell the pot, and see the smoke coming from her mouth. Time for a bust. But when she stands and strecthes an entirely different thought enters my head.

I walk towards her, shining a flashlight in her face, "Evening Miss, a little late to be out alone don't you think?"

I quickly toss the blunt behind me, hoping it's hidden in the glass as I cough and shield my eyes from the light in confusing, cursing inwardly. I'm already showing my terror, my pale and smooth body trembling over so subtly.
"Uh...sorry...what? Oh I was just walking home, sir...just going home..."

I smile, the reaction is always, always the same. Toss it away and hope the cop doesn't see it. Keeping the light in her face so she cannot see me, I gaze up and down her body. I imagine what it'll be like to be pounding into her.

Stepping close, I take big theatrical sniffs in the air, "Do you smell something?"

I shake my head nervously, my tongue licking my soft red lips in hesitation as I try to stare expressionlessly at you.
"Uhhh...no sir...I was just walking...home. Can I go now?"

"No, you can't. Because that smell is marijuana," My flashlight briefly flicks to the ground, illuminating the still burning joint, "and that is definitely not a cigarrette. So I'm going to have to ask you to turn around and put your hands on your head."

She stared, not moving, trying to bargain as her slim teen body trembled in the cold and fear.
"B-But, that's not mine...I was just walking by, what if the real druggie dropped it here?"

"Like I haven't heard that one before, I would have thought a big girl like you would have been able to come up with something better." I say as I unclip my handcuffs from my belt, the beam of the flashlight makes the sparkle in the dark night. "Now are you going to comply or are you going to resist arrest?"

She turned around, tears welling up in her pretty eyes as she put her hands on her head, trembling still.
"I-I really didn't do anything...please...you can't do this..."

Staring at the tears in her eyes, I lick my lips, simply beautiful. Then she turns and my eyes drop to her ass. As I step close to her, and cuff her hands I smell her scent, and shudder. Once her hands are cuffed, I pat her body, paying special attention to her ass and tits.

I tremble as you pat me down, the tears running freely as my breasts heave with my gasping breathes.
"Please...I don't have anything on me...let me go..."

I listen to her plead and beg, enjoying the stick up bitch crying and begging, she's not as proud as she thought. Leaning in close to your face, I whisper in your ear, "You have plenty on you, but I plan to rectify that soon." I cup her tit hard, so my meaning cannot be ignored.

Laughing evilly, I begin to drag her cuffed body away from the open ground and towards the nearest bushes.

I cry out and scream, tears running down my face as I struggle uselessly, your arms pulling me away into the bushes.

"Ohh, yea bitch, scream for daddy. I'll give ya something to do with your mouth in a second." As we finally reach the bushes, I toss her to the ground. "If you give me the best head of my life, I'll let you go."

I scream again as you toss me down, trying to get up and sprint away, definitely unwilling to even consider the idea of giving you head to escape.

I sigh, she isn't going to do it. Standing over her I watch as she struggles to get up, unable to do so because of the handcuffs. I drop a knee into her stomach, knocking the wind from her. Quickly, I unfasten and pull down her pants. Throwing them away, I stroke her legs.

I let out a moan of distress and surprise as you pull down my pants, revealing my black panties, stroking my legs and making me struggle weakly, still in pain from the knee.

I lay my body down on top of yours, using my knees to slowly force apart your thighs. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you senseless", I say to you, my face hovering inches above yours. My hands grasp your tits firmly, and I begin to move my hips back and forth, my hard prick jabbing your thigh. "You feel that, that's a mans cock you little slut."

I whimper as you force apart my thighs, stopping my useless struggling as I feel your hot hard stiffness press against my naked thigh. Tears run down my face as I feel you manhandle my chest and feel your breathe against me.

"Please...no! SOMEONE HELP!"

As she briefly lets out a scream, I clamp one hand down on her mouth, quickly muffling any more scream.

"Shhhhhhh. It's alright, it won't hurt much." I say with a cold laugh. Pulling my gun from my holster, I hold it in front of your face, watching your eyes grow wide with fear. Slowly, I remove my hand from your mouth, and start to rip at your panties.