1 comments/ 163992 views/ 41 favorites Cassie Gets Arrested By: SexyChele Cassie climbed down from the rig and looked around. The driver, a man old enough to be her father, had stopped in Snyder, Texas for gas and to catch some sleep. He had picked her up in Albuquerque, and they had both enjoyed the company along the big expanse of desert highway. He had told Cassie she reminded him of his daughter, and he worried that she wouldn't be safe with another driver. Cassie had simply smiled at his comments and allowed him to feel as though he had somehow saved her from the clutches of some other truck driver. Cassie blew the old man a kiss and gave him a wave before she hefted her canvas bag over her shoulder and made her way to the restaurant. The old man had plenty of snacks in the truck, but Cassie was starved for something hot and filling. They had driven straight through from Albuquerque, and her stomach was noisily telling her it was neglected. Cassie walked into the restaurant and took a look around. As is typical of any small town truck stop, all eyes looked up at her when she walked in. The place wasn't crowded, though the crowd was mostly men. There were a couple of female waitresses, and in the back Cassie could see two women sharing a booth – one was obvious a trucker, the other probably had a more notorious profession. Cassie smiled to herself as she spotted a booth in the middle of the restaurant and headed towards it. She knew she was being sized up as she walked, and she put an extra wiggle into her walk. It was hot in New Mexico and Texas this time of year, so Cassie had worn short denim skirt that clung to her hips and showed off her long legs to perfection. The white tank top fit like a second skin over her full breasts, and she was completely aware that the areola were faintly visible to anyone who cared to look closely. Her auburn curls hung down her back and framed her face, complimenting her big, blue eyes. The sandals that she wore showed off feet that were small and well pedicured – amazing for one who spent her entire time on the road. When she got to the booth, Cassie slid in, leaving space for anyone who cared to join her. She smiled at several men, some of whom smiled back. When the waitress appeared, her glance at Cassie left no doubt that she believed Cassie was simply nothing more than a truck stop whore on the prowl. Cassie blushed slightly, and wanted to tell the waitress that she was not one of these women who bilked the truckers out of money for hand jobs. But she knew the waitress wouldn't care one way or the other, so Cassie shrugged her shoulders, and gave her order to the girl. As she waited for her food, Cassie busied herself by looking out the window and wondering just what kind of place Snyder, Texas was. It was west Texas, yes. Lots of desert. Small, too, very small. She wondered if the only thing to the town was what they had passed on the interstate – a few gas stations, a couple of stores, and more bars than anything else. Or were they still called "honkytonks" here? Cassie shrugged her shoulders as her food arrived, and dug into it. When she was finished, Cassie looked around and noticed that most of the restaurant had emptied out. There was still one old man sitting at the counter nursing a cup of coffee, and another, younger man, reading through a newspaper. The waitresses leaned behind the counter no doubt sharing whatever gossip this tiny burg could come up with. Cassie placed her money for the bill on the table and collected her bag. She walked out and into the Texas twilight. Evening was coming on fast, and Cassie had no idea what she would do. There were only three rigs still in the truck stop, and no one around. She didn't remember seeing a motel on her way through town, and with the sun going down, her chances of finding a ride became slim. A breeze picked up with the setting sun, and Cassie shivered slightly. Rummaging through her bag, she found a sweater and quickly pulled it over her head. Although it was bulky and a couple sizes too big for her, it somehow made her look like a cute little waif. Well, as little as 5'6" could look. Cassie slung her bag over her shoulder, and walked to the main road. There wasn't much traffic, and what little there was slowed to look at her in such a way that she knew they were locals trying to figure out who she was and what she was doing there. No, she would have to walk towards the highway, and get away from the locals, maybe hitch a ride with some one passing through or another trucker who didn't make the stop into Snyder. The area she walked to was rather remote. There were a few industrial buildings, but Cassie didn't see any activity. The thought crossed her mind that she might be out there quite a while, maybe all night, and fear began to creep into her mind. What if there was some one in those buildings? Some one who wasn't at all friendly? As the sun set below the horizon and the sky turned darker blue, Cassie began to wonder if she considered her predicament as fully as she should. She knew she was still naïve, but she had always been okay before. Now she wasn't so sure. She waited for hours, looking up at the black sky sprinkled with stars, and feeling the cool breeze blow across the desert. Her legs were cold, but she huddled into the sweater, and tried to take her mind off of the coolness by trying to find constellations. Her mind suddenly became aware of sound of a motor in the distance, and her heart leaped. Yes! Maybe this was her ticket to somewhere! She could see the headlights in the distance, and she quickly stood up. She smoothed her skirt and hitched it higher over her waist, allowing more of her legs to show. She quickly fluffed the curls of her hair, and took up a stance that enabled her to show off her legs. Extending her arm, she lifted her thumb, indicating she wanted a ride. The car neared and Cassie felt her eyes blinded as she fell into the glare of the headlights. The car slowed and moved towards the shoulder. Cassie gave a huge sigh of relief, and quickly picked up her bag, brushing off the dust. When she turned around, she not only noticed the car was just a few feet from her, she also saw that it was a Texas State Trooper. She put on a smile, but she worried that the Trooper would simply ask what she was doing and then leave. Well, maybe he could at least take her to the nearest motel. She saw the door open, and a man get out and stand behind it She was about to say something, when she heard him speak. "Put down the bag, and move to the front of the vehicle." Cassie's heart started to pound with fear. What could he possibly want? "But, officer, please, let me ex – " "Drop the bag, and move to the front of the vehicle, NOW!" Shaking, Cassie dropped the canvas bag, and walked to the front of the car. She felt her body was slowly turning to liquid fear. She heard the gravel crunch, and saw that the officer had moved from behind the car door and was making his way towards her bag. He picked it up and opened. As he rummaged through it, Cassie blushed. "Officer, there's only personal stuff in there. I swear, I don't have any drugs or anything. You'll just find clothes and stuff" He gave her a brief glance as he continued to run his hands through the bag. She saw him stop, look down, and pull out a black lacey thong. He held it up to the headlights, turning it slightly, as Cassie burned with embarrassment. She watched as he brought the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, pausing for just a moment, before stuffing them into the pocket of his pants. "HEY! You can't do that! That's personal property!" The Trooper merely glanced at her as he took her bag to the front door of the patrol car and flung it on the passenger seat. She watched as he walked to her. He wore the uniform of a Texas State Trooper, yet it could not hide the athletic build of his body. His face was angular, yet handsome. His hair looked dark in gathering gloom, and it was impossible to see the color of his eyes. When he reached the front of the car, Cassie could see he was sizing her up. She blushed under his gaze, but there was still more fear than anything else. She felt her body shaking and she was suddenly afraid to look him in the eye. "Face the car, put your hands on the hood, and spread your legs." The Trooper commanded. "What? Why? What have I done?" "Do it, NOW!" Trembling, Cassie turned towards the car, and bent over to place her hands on the hood. She spread her feet apart, but wasn't sure how far apart they needed to be. "Hitchhiking is illegal in Texas, you should have known that. You homeless people are always creating problems here, so I guess I'll have to give you a home for the time being – in a cell, that is." "But, officer, really. I'm not from here, and I didn't know. Really! Look, check my bag. You'll see that I have money. If you could just take me to the nearest motel, I can get a room. See? No hassle for you, no hassle for me. Can't we work something out?" "Oh, we can work something out, yes. But in the meantime, you've broken the law, and that will have to be dealt with." "Look, you haven't done any paperwork yet. You could still let me go. I won't cause any problems, I swear. And by tomorrow morning, I'll be long gone from here, I swear!" Cassie gasped as she felt his hands on her waist. He smoothed his hands down over her hips, and then worked down her legs, one at a time. "What are you doing? You can't frisk me! I know that you have to have a female here to do that!" "Yeah? Well, we don't have any female Troopers around at the moment, as you can see. And I need to search you for weapons or contraband. Take off the sweater." "What? Why? What difference does it make?" "Because I don't know what you might have under that. Off – now!" Cassie turned and looked at him and knew that any further argument would be dismissed. She slid the sweater over her head, exposing the form of her body to the officer. He grabbed the sweater from her hands and turned her back towards the hood of the car, forcing her to bend over once more. Cassie held her breath, wondering what he had in store for her. His hands roughly swept up her legs and under her skirt, until he reached soft cotton of her panties. She gasped and was about to complain, when his fingers pinched her hard on the soft skin of her inner thigh. Bringing his hands out from under her skirt, he ran his hands up her body, slowing as he ran over the swell of her breasts. He lingered just long enough to find her nipples and give them each a hard tweak that caused Cassie to cry out. "How dare you! I know my rights, and I know that you can't do what you just did!" "Tell it to the judge – if you get that far. Meanwhile, I'll have to bring you in, find out what you are doing here." "Bring me in? Officer, look, please! I lost my job and apartment 6 months ago. I didn't have anywhere to go, so I just hit the road. I don't want to cause any problems. I'm not a thief. I don't want any trouble." The Trooper grabbed first one of Cassie's wrists and then the other, pulling them behind her back. She felt the cold metal of the handcuffs cruelly encircling her wrists, and her heart almost stopped. "I know your type. You hitchhikers are all the same. Maybe you don't rob convenience stores, but you sure don't think twice about bilking a man out of his money to give him a lousy blowjob. You're all whores and that, for your information, is also illegal in Texas." "No, I'm not! I'm not a whore!" "Shut up! Now, I'm going to put you in the care, and take you into the station." Cassie was going to speak, but decided against it. If he was taking her to a police station then there was bound to be some one else there, some one who had reason and would help her. She didn't resist as the Trooper grabbed her arm and led her to the back of the patrol car. She discovered getting in was a little tricky, with her hands bound behind her back, but the Trooper pushed her head down, and kept it from striking the frame of the car. As she tried to settle into a comfortable position, she couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the smell in the back seat. A mixture of vomit and sweat assaulted her senses. She was also aware of a few other bad smells, but didn't want to think of where they might have come from. The door slammed shut before she could ask if she might have a window rolled down partway to get some fresh air. As the Trooper settled into the front seat, she could only hope the ride would not be long. As the patrol car headed towards the town, the Trooper suddenly veered off to the right and Cassie noticed they were now outside of the town limits. She searched the blackness, trying to make out some sort of landmark, but the moonlight afforded little to view. The Trooper slowed the car suddenly and turned into a driveway. Cassie stared at the building, but it was dark. It certainly didn't look like a police station. Her heart thudded in her chest and her breathing became shallow and quick. The Trooper drove around to the back of the building, and stopped the car in a cloud of dust. She heard him chuckle as he got out of the car and walked up to a door. Cassie watched as he fumbled with a set of keys and then saw him open the door. Soon lights blazed from the back of the building, and then she saw the Trooper appear once more. He ambled over to the car and opened the back door. Roughly he pulled her from the car and shoved her along the gravel towards the open door. Cassie felt her feet slip and slide along the gravel stones, and she fought to maintain her balance and to keep from falling. As they entered the building, the musty scent of an old building filled her senses. Cassie stared around her in disbelief. The place looked like a jail from the 1800s! She glanced up at the Trooper, a question forming on her lips. He smiled down at her, and the smile was not friendly. "This is what folks around here call a 'National Landmark'. This was the old jail, now a museum of sorts. I only bring special cases here. There seems to be something about it that makes people more, uh, cooperative shall we say?" Cassie looked about her, thinking she must be in a dream of some sort, when suddenly she felt the cold metal of the handcuffs cut into her wrists painfully. She cried out at the pain as she realized the Trooper had grabbed the chain between the cuffs and was dragging her to an ancient cell. Cassie scrambled to keep up and suddenly felt the cold, hard, steel bars against her body as the Trooper slammed her body into the side of the cell. Cassie felt the wind leave her body and as she gasped air back into her lungs, she felt the Trooper raise her hands above her head and heard metal upon metal. Cassie looked up to find the Trooper had secured the chain between the cuffs on her wrists to one of the steel bars above her head. Her wrists were secured just high enough so that Cassie had to stand on her balls of her feet or find herself hanging by her wrists. The Trooper grabbed her hips and swung her around so her back was against the cell. Breathing fast, terror gripping her mind, Cassie tried to think of a way out. "What are you going to do with me? Please, officer. Please. I didn't hurt anyone. Please let me go. Please!" The Trooper ran his hands over her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples and causing them to harden against his touch. Cassie felt the pleasure from her nipples coursing through her body. Flushing with shame, tears began to course down her cheeks as she averted her eyes from him. "Yes, look at those perfect nipples come to life! You're just a little tease, I'll bet. Driving all those truckers crazy and loving it!" Cassie raised her eyes to him. She pleaded with him with her eyes, begging him silently to stop, knowing he wouldn't. Raising his knife to her face, he lowered it slowly, as Cassie cried out in fear. Grabbing the bottom of her tank top, he quickly slicing up the front, allowing her breasts to bounce before him. Running his hand over her left breast, he squeezed hard and fast, causing Cassie to cry out in pain. The coolness of the room had caused her nipples to perk up, and his fingers soon found them. He pinched and twisted her nipples until Cassie was screaming and crying at the same time. Never before had she experienced such pain. Her nipples felt like they were on fire, the pulsing pain flushing out from her body. She tried to move away from his fingers, but he followed her movements, his laughter ringing in her ears. He released her nipples and lightly slapped her breast – just enough to cause it to bounce and to make her wince slightly. She felt the hem of her skirt being pulled, and then heard the ripping sound of the knife through the material of her skirt. Once he had sliced through the denim, he whipped it away from her body and Cassie felt the cold metal bars against her back. Sliding the knife between her panties and her right hip, Cassie trembled as she held her breath. With a quick flick of his wrist, the Trooper sliced through the cotton, and then laughed. Quickly repeating the action on the other hip, Cassie soon found herself exposed to the man who now held her prisoner. She hung her head down and let the tears flow, feeling the hot drops drip across her breasts. The Trooper pulled up on her chin and looked into her eyes. She watched as he put the knife into a holder on his belt, and breathed easier after he had done so. "Now, there isn't any need for tears. You broke the law, and you have to pay the consequences. Who knows? You might even enjoy this." He laughed as disgust flashed from Cassie's eyes, and he patted her cheek. He ran his hands down her body, across her chest and over her breasts. Holding them in his hands, he flicked the nipples with his thumbs, and Cassie began to moan with the pleasure she suddenly felt. Her cheeks flaming, she felt humiliated that this man could so easily elicit pleasure from her. Yet through her rising disgust, the pleasure seeping through her body from her nipples was more than she could deny. She began to arch her back towards him, her body crying for more. Just then, his fingers closed around each nipple and pinched tightly – the pleasure was replaced by the pain, and Cassie cried out in pain. "Strange, isn't it? How close pain and pleasure can be? Just a fine line separating the two." Cassie glared at him and pulled against her restraints. The Trooper smiled as his hands continued to roam over her body, over her hips and down her thighs. As his hands found her inner thighs, Cassie gave a reluctant sigh of pleasure and then felt his fingers begin to probe her sex. Groaning, not wanting to admit the pleasure building inside of her, Cassie tried to move away. Suddenly the Trooper was very close to her, his lips on her ears. "That feels good, doesn't it, slut? You are trying to pretend you don't like what I'm doing, but you can't deny it, can you?" "No, you bastard! Stop!" Even to Cassie her cry seemed weak and hollow. He grabbed her clit, and pinched before he released it, causing Cassie to gasp. But Cassie was surprised to learn her gasp was more from pleasure than from pain. Her cheeks turned scarlet, her humiliation could be no worse. "You know, I think I would rather take a fine look at that ass of yours. I'll bet many a trucker has wanted a piece of that, haven't they?" She felt the Trooper undo the restraint that kept her hands above her head, but he was not going to free her. Rather, he simply lowered her wrists slightly, and refastened the cuffs to the cell. But at least Cassie was able to stand on her feet, and the ache in her arms started to ease up. She felt the Trooper grab her hips and spin her around so she was now facing the bars. "Move your feet back while you bend at the hips. More! More, you slut!" Cassie Gets Arrested Cassie slid her feet back, bending at the hips, knowing that as she did so, her pussy lips were open to his view. Her arms still secured above her head, she hung her head in shame. She heard the Trooper rummage through the desk once more and then return. He walked into the cell and stood before her. "Look up, slut. Look at me!" Cassie looked up at the Trooper, her eyes filled with tears. He was holding a chain in his hands, with a strange looking device on either end. Before Cassie knew what was happening, the Trooper attached one of the clamps to her right nipple. The pain shot through her body and Cassie cried out at the feel of it. After the initial shock of pain subsided slightly, Cassie was surprised to discover that an odd feeling of pleasure was blending in. Suddenly, the Trooper clamped her other nipple, and the pain once again coursed through her body. Cassie screamed again at the assault on her tender flesh and pulled against the restraints on her wrists. Yet, though her nipples felt like they were on fire, a pleasant sensation filled her. She looked down at her breasts, the nipples red where the clamps held them prisoner. She noticed that the Trooper had kept the chain connecting the clamps on his side of the cell, so if Cassie tried to pull away, the chain would pull against the clamps on her breasts. As if to confirm this, the Trooper pulled on the chain, giving it a quick jerk. Pain immediately filled Cassie's brain and she cried out in agony. Yet, she was surprised at how quickly this pain turned to pleasure. She breathed deep, her head lowered and eyes closed. Her nipples burned as her breasts felt swollen, and her concentration only seemed to intensify the pleasure she was feeling. Suddenly she felt the Trooper's hand on her back, and Cassie shivered as she felt his hand glide over her skin. Cassie moaned under his touch even as her mind was repulsed the thought of him touching her. "Yes, that's it. Now you look like you might be in a position to pay for your crime." Cassie opened her lips to beg for her release, but she knew it would do no good. Her mind raced, but she could see no way out of her predicament. Her tears spilled down her cheeks as she realized her fate was to be used by this man. SLAP! Cassie jerked as she felt his hand strike her ass hard. At first she felt the sharp sting, but then gave way to a slow burning sensation in her left buttock. She cried out through her tears, and pulled away from him. She felt his fingers tangle in her hair, and suddenly he jerked her head up and felt her scalp tingle. "You like that, bitch, don't you?" He sneered into her face. "No, oh please, officer. Please, don't hit me again!" SLAP! Once more his hand came down hard on her ass, once more the burning sting enveloped her being. She cried out through her tears, her eyes looking up at him and his leering face. Again and again she felt his hand come down hard on her ass, until she felt the skin warm and she knew her ass must be bright pink. However, a strange sensation took hold of her. The more the Trooper slapped her sore backside, the less painful it became. It was as though a pleasant tingling ensued each time his hand smacked her skin, and her cries soon turned to moans. "Yes, that's more like it, slut. You are almost to the point of having your fine paid in full." Cassie barely heard his words. The clamps on her nipples began biting into her flesh and her ass was hot and stung. Her arms ached from being held over her head. Her body felt as though every nerve was alive and responding to what was happening to her. Again, she felt the Trooper's hand run along her back, his other hand still tangled in her hair. Her body shivered involuntarily at his touch, and she heard him laugh at her response to him. Cassie felt his hand leave her body, and she wondered what he was going to do next. Cassie didn't have long to wait as she felt the cold, hard metal of the Trooper's nightstick move along her ass. She inhaled sharply, afraid of what the Trooper might do to her next. "Please. I know you want to fuck me, so fuck me and get it over with. But, please, don't use that – that – stick on me!" She heard him chuckle as he brought the nightstick between the lips of her pussy, running it back and forth against her slit. As she realized how wet she was, Cassie felt her cheeks flame and would have hung her head had the Trooper not still held her by her hair. "Now, now. Will you look at this?" The Trooper said to no one in particular. "Here you've been letting on that you don't care for my method of having you pay your fine, yet your cunt is soaking wet. See?" Cassie suddenly saw the nightstick in front of her, the scent of her pussy filling her senses. Indeed she could see her juices glistening on the tip of the Trooper's weapon, and it filled her with shame. "Suck it. Yes, suck and taste yourself. I know that's what you want to do." Cassie allowed her eyes to meet the Troopers, and tried to plead with him through their blue depths. Yet, before she could say anything, she felt the stick being pressed to her mouth. She opened her lips and accepted the nightstick. She felt the cold metal push past her lips, the taste of her juices on her tongue. The Trooper pushed and pulled the nightstick in and out of her mouth, and Cassie knew his eyes were fixed on the nightstick sliding between her lips. Pulling the stick from her mouth, Cassie gasped as she felt the cold metal once more rub against her slit. She started to pull away from cold metal, but the Trooper began to rub her clit, and the feeling of the cold metal on her hot clit made Cassie moan in pleasure. As he worked his way back up, Cassie felt the nightstick at the entrance to her sex and she began to babble in her pleas for him to stop and let her go. Slowly, the Trooper pushed the tip of the stick into her pussy, and Cassie cried out at the intrusion. She felt the Trooper grab her hair tightly as he bent her head backwards, and then she felt him ram the nightstick deep into her cunt. Cassie screamed at the invasion and tried to move away from it, but the Trooper held her fast by her hair. As the Trooper pumped her pussy with the nightstick, Cassie moaned and begged and babbled. At first her pleas were for him to stop, yet as the stick filled and stretched her pussy, her begging gradually turned to pleas of pleasure. Cassie began to move in rhythm with the Trooper's movements. However, each time she moved back to receive the stick, the chain attached to the clamps that held her nipples prisoner would pull, sending delightful shots of pleasurable pain coursing through her body. The Trooper increased his movements, as he fucked her pussy faster and harder, her body attempted to keep up. Her mind could think of nothing but what the officer was doing to her. Her moans were filled with pleasure. And then, the nightstick was pulled from her body. Cassie felt the sudden emptiness and groaned her discontent. She heard the Trooper throw the nightstick aside – the sound of metal on the wooden desk. He released her hair, and she heard him undo his belt and then the familiar sound of a zipper undone. She wanted to look at him, but dared not. She hung her head in her own humiliation. She knew she should feel shame for enjoying what the Trooper was doing, yet she could not deny the feelings of her body. Cassie took a sharp intake of breath as she felt the Trooper smooth his hand over her tight, round ass. She still felt some pain from being slapped earlier and each time his hand passed over her, the burning sensation came alive once more. She felt his hands on the cheeks of her ass, felt as he pulled them apart and his finger probing her. A moan escaped her lips and she moved against him, even as she pulled against the chain that caused such delicious pain in her nipples. "Say it, bitch. Say how much you want me to fuck you. I know you want it, now tell me!" "Oh, yes, officer, I want to feel your cock fucking me. Yes, hard, fast, deep. Just fuck me!" "That's the good slut that I know you are." And with one fluid motion the Trooper had buried his cock deep inside of Cassie. She cried out at he filled her. She had not seen his cock, but she could feel that it was bigger than any she had had before. She cried out as she pulled against the restraints that held her. At first she tried to get away from him, and then she began to seek him. Once more she felt her head pulled back as his fingers tangled in her hair. He pulled her head back so far that she was looking up at him, could not escape his leering countenance, nor could she hide the desire on her own face. His other hand grabbed her hip, as he gave himself leverage to drive his cock into her. Cassie felt his skin slap her ass as he fucked her, felt his balls striking her clit. She felt his hand move from her hip down to her clit. He began to rub the swollen nub, pinching it between his fingers, teasing her. Cassie found herself riding his fingers, seeking satisfaction and release. She knew he could take this away from her whenever he wanted, yet she let her body go. "Yes, slut, I want you to cum for me. Cum for me and let me know how much you like to be fucked." Deep inside Cassie felt her humiliation was complete, yet she could not deny her body's desires. She wanted to cum, needed the release. She pulled against the cuffs above her as she ground her clit into his hand. His voice taunted and teased her, his fingers driving her over the edge. Suddenly her body stiffened and she began to shake. As she cried out to the ceiling above, she felt her body jerk and spasm, and vaguely felt the cuffs biting into her wrists from the pressure exerted on them. She felt her pussy contract around the cock buried deep inside of her, and she pushed back against it. She felt her orgasm subside, her body grow limp as she hung her head and let the cuffs take hold of her wrists. Yet, the Trooper continued to pound her tender flesh. He laughed out loud, the sound echoing in Cassie's head. He slapped her ass sharply, eliciting a small cry from her lips. "Yes, I knew you were a slut from the time I saw you on the road. You like this don't you, slut? You like being a man's whore, yes?" He slapped her ass again, and Cassie raised her head and tried to speak but nothing came out. She tried to close her mind to what had just happened, her complete and utter humiliation before this man. She closed her eyes as tears began to stream down, wishing it would be over soon. And then, she felt his cock leave her pussy. "I know what you want, whore. I'll bet you like it up the ass, don't you?" Fear struck Cassie's heart when she heard his words. "NO! Oh, please, don't! Please, please – fuck my pussy. Not my ass, please! Please no!" The Trooper rubbed his cock along her slit, and Cassie could not deny how wet she was. His cock was slippery against her swollen pussy, and the feel of it caused her to gasp. Slowly he dragged it up higher, until his cock pushed against her tender, tight opening. He grabbed her hips and began to push in, slowly. Cassie tried to pull away, tried to escape this latest onslaught. She pulled against the cuffs and tried to move her hips, but he held her firm. She felt the head of his cock pop through the tight ring of muscles of her ass, and Cassie screamed. She felt his fingers dig even deeper into her hips, and she started to beg again for him to stop. Slowly, she felt herself stretched, the muscles screaming their pain, her body wanting to reject this intruder. She could feel him slide into her ass an inch at a time, and then he stopped. She waited, hoping he would pull out of her, hoping her ordeal would be over. But suddenly he rammed his cock all the way into her ass as she clung to the bars in front of her and screamed her protest. The pain was intense and she wasn't sure if she could take it. He began to move in and out of her ass, slowly at first, then building speed. He no longer spoke, yet she could hear his grunts and they disgusted her. He was building into a rhythm, and moving in and out of her at a regular pace. Just when she least expected it, she felt his fingers on her clit once more, rubbing, pinching, pulling. Cassie gasped, and immediately her attention was drawn to the pleasure his fingers were bringing about in her. She began to move against them, her ass wiggling before him. He toyed with her clit, applying first firm pressure and then soft, but never equal parts of either. And then he stopped. His fingers withdrew, his cock was motionless in her ass. Cassie held her breath, hoping it was over. She felt him moving behind her, stretching possibly, and she wondered what he was doing. "Now, here is something a little whore like you might like. Yes, this might be just the very thing!" She felt the coolness of metal against her clit, and suddenly she knew. The nightstick! He began to move slowly in her ass, but now he had the dreaded stick at the entrance to her pussy. Cassie clung desperately to the bars in front of her. "No, not that! Please! I'll do anything, just not that!" "Oh, but you will, you little asswhore. You most certainly will!" Before Cassie could react, the Trooper shoved the nightstick deep into her pussy in one movement as he drove his cock even deeper. Once more Cassie screamed, her body tensing from the feeling of being intruded. The Trooper began to move the nightstick back and forth, stroking her pussy walls hard as the tip banged against her cervix. His cock was flying in and out of her ass, and Cassie whimpered. And then she felt the fingers on her clit once more. Teasing and pinching, and her mind was now centered on those fingers caressing the nub of pleasure between her thighs. She began to move against those fingers, enjoying their touch. At the same time, as she relaxed, she felt herself filled, and it was incredible. She moved against the fingers, hoping this time he would not take them away. He did not disappoint. He rammed her pussy and her ass hard, but kept his fingers on her clit. He rubbed and pinched and twisted and felt the woman beneath him writhe with pleasure. Cassie was rocking back and forth along his fingers and was barely aware of the assault on her pussy and ass. As his fingers continued to bring her closer to ecstasy, she found she began to enjoy the pounding she was receiving and began to move with him. She was being fucked like a whore, and she loved it. She once against felt her body tense up slightly, and then his fingers pushed her over the edge and into the abyss of pleasure. She was writhing and trembling, jerking and shaking at his touch, rubbing herself against his fingers frantically. Suddenly she heard his grunts become louder, and she felt him shove even more deeply into her ass. However, in the throes of her orgasm, she didn't care how deeply he rammed his cock into her ass. The Trooper exploded in Cassie's ass and then pulled out quickly, letting hot spurts of sticky white cum splatter her ass. He continued to fuck her pussy with his nightstick, but not nearly as quickly as before. As the last of his jism dripped from his cock, he squeezed it to the tip, watching it form. Moving around in front of Cassie, the Trooper undid the cuffs from the bars above her head. Reaching down, he quickly undid the clamps holding her nipples prisoner. Cassie had felt there was no greater pain that having those clamps attached to her nipples, but now she found out she was wrong. When the Trooper removed those clamps, quickly and efficiently, fhe blood rushed back into the swollen peaks, causing a mix of pleasure and pain, that was more intense than Cassie could have ever imagined. Pushing her onto the floor, kneeling, her cuffed hands in front of her, Cassie felt the Trooper's hand on the back of her head, pulling her toward him. "And now, you will clean me up, slut! Lick me clean!" Cassie struggled slightly with him, not wanting to put his cock into her mouth. The hand was insistent, and she finally wrapped her lips around his cock and began to lick and suck even though she could feel it was going soft. Still, she continued to lick, cleaning him with her lips and tongue until she felt him pull her away from him. She watched as he stuffed his cock back into his trousers. Then her eyes followed him as he moved about the room, setting things to rights. Finally he came to her and undid the cuffs. "Now, just a warning for you. I've decided to set you free – I think you've paid your fine in full. But if you're thinking of trying to report this, remember. It's my word against yours, and, quite frankly, who's going to believe a whore like you? Besides, I do believe you enjoyed our little encounter, didn't you?" Cassie didn't answer him as she felt her cheeks go scarlet. The Trooper laughed and stroked her cheek. "Yes, I thought as much! Now. Hurry up and get dressed!" Cassie fumbled for her bag and quickly pulled out a pair of tight denim shorts that were so short they barely covered her ass. She topped this off with a halter-top that succeeded nicely in pushing her breasts together to form a delicious sight. She slipped her sandals back on and ran her fingers through her hair. She wished she could say something, let the Trooper know – what? What did she want him to know? That she wanted him to fuck her again? She lowered her eyes and flushed. She felt his fingers underneath her chin, and she looked up into his startling blue eyes. "No, slut. I've already enjoyed you. That's all I wanted, understand?" Cassie nodded her head, as she adjusted her bag over her shoulder. He did not speak to her, but rather grabbed her arm and led her back to the patrol car. He placed her into the back seat, and for a moment she worried he would actually take her to the real police station. She watched as he locked up the building and walked back to the car. Settling himself into the driver's seat, he fired up the engine and headed out of the parking lot, back onto the road. Cassie could see the sky start to lighten in the eastern sky. She was startled. She hadn't realized it was already morning. The Trooper drove her just past the city limits of Snyder, on the main highway and pulled off to the side. He looked around, but there was no traffic. Quickly he got out of the car and opened the back door. Cassie scrambled from the reeking backseat and into the fresh air. The Trooper slammed the door shut and turned to look at her. Strange how she first noticed now that his eyes were a startling blue. "Look, the first ride that comes along, you take it, understand? I'm going to be cruising by in a half-hour and if you are still here, I'm gonna have to take you in. Remember. First ride you're offered!" Cassie noticed a slight tenderness in the way he held her arm, yet his voice still held a commanding tone. Before Cassie could indicate that she agreed, the Trooper was in his car. He shifted into gear, and sped away, leaving her in a cloud of dust. She brushed the dust away from her face and found herself on the highway, alone. A half-hour. Just one half-hour. Would he really return? And would he really arrest her? Cassie decided she had no desire to find out. She set her bag along the road and waited, hoping some one would show up soon. Suddenly, in the distance, she saw something. She stood up and tried to strike a pose that would stop traffic. As the huge pick-up came into view, Cassie held her breath. As the huge, black behemoth slowed, she silently prayed that she wouldn't come to the same fate she had here in Synder. Think positive, Cassie thought to herself. Not all people are bad, right?