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The Right to Surrender

By: TheDarkCloud



My new neighbour gave me the creeps the first moment I saw him on the landing outside his flat ( I was on one floor above him). He was furtive and sleazy looking and I sensed that when I had nodded and said hello he leered after me as I ascended the stone stairs. There was just something about him that set all my internal warnings on red alert. Being a policewoman you get a sense for these things and I instinctively thought there was something 'off' about him.

The next time I saw him I was in full police uniform and rushing down the stairs as I was late for my shift. His reaction to the fact I was on the force was even more telling. He displayed classic fear and loathing as he shrunk back against the wall to let me pass, as if just coming into contact with me would somehow harm him. I could again sense him staring after me as I descended and when I glanced back was treated to a glare of contempt that he quickly hid by turning away and scurrying up the stairs.

It was simple for me to check up on him. His name was Norman Miller and he had a rap sheet the length of my arm. Nearly all were for sexual assault or some sort of variation. Starting with indecent exposure and working his way up through assault and his last crime that saw him take five years inside was for a particularly horrible sounding rape of a teenager. So I knew who and what he was but the more I saw of him the more he seemed to stick in my mind and rather than complete revulsion I couldn't quite decide how I felt about him. I mean he was ugly, in his late forties, overweight, he smelled of body odour, was unkempt and unhygienic and knowing all the things he had done (that he had been caught for!) should have made me despise this sex offender -- but it didn't, not completely anyway. I'll admit it here, when I caught him leering or ogling at me when he thought I didn't know about it, it gave me a thrill, turned me on and I couldn't help but think dark and disturbing thoughts -- God I hated myself for them!

*

Over the next couple of months I began to get seriously distracted by my dark musings regarding my neighbour. Things came to a head for me when I had to sit in on an interview with a female plain clothes officer of an alleged rape victim. As this lithe young college girl detailed how she had been drunk and taken advantage of by her older landlord I could not stop myself imagining myself as the young girl and Norman as my attacker. As the tearful girl described how her knickers were torn off and she was taken against her will I swear my eyes were almost closed and I would have killed for the ability to reach down and finger myself at the table. Somehow I prevented this but as I hurried home after my shift ended I barely waited for my door to be shut before I had my own panties off and lay on my bed and frigged myself to the mother of all orgasms.

Afterwards I was filled with guilt and remorse at what I had done. I felt so low, disgusted with myself, I had sunk to a nadir and knew it. I couldn't hide the fact from myself that as I had masturbated furiously I had been imagining myself as the victim and my downstairs neighbour as my attacker.

I was single, 27, blonde and due to my job in very good physical shape. I jogged and worked out, I was fit and could handle myself very well. But I was aware that some of my more 'extreme' sexual fantasies had possessed elements of giving up or losing control and being helpless. I had been in plenty of relationships but nothing steady or regular and for the past six months or so it had been my range of vibrators that had been servicing me. I had so much pent up tension and emotion inside me and I was about to do something I would regret for a long, long time...

*

I stood on my landing looking down the three floors of stairs below as the front door banged shut and I wondered if this time it would be Norman. Mine was the top flat in the building with Norman's the one directly under it. I peered down the narrow gap and watched a hand slowly ascend the shiny black bannister. I gave an involuntary shudder as the hand passed the first floor landing and kept coming up. This was surely him. 

I knew for sure when the hand broke off and I heard him shuffle across the landing and open his door. Right then I could imagine his surprise as he stared down at a brown envelope with his name printed in large black letters that I had pushed through his letterbox only minutes earlier. I tried to calm myself and moved back inside my own door, careful not to close it and moved as if in a trance into my bedroom, all the while trying to imagine the scene in Norman's flat. He would pick up and peer curiously at the envelope, it was not stamped so must have been handwritten. I gave a shiver as I imagined him read the words I had written twice the night before ( the first time I had torn my letter up due to a change of mind only to then change my mind back again).

"Norman. This is Chloe your upstairs neighbour writing this. You know me, I'm the blonde policewoman you like to leer and ogle at when you think I'm not looking. I've seen your record. I know who you are and I know what you are and what you have done. I know how you like to treat women. Well today is your lucky day. If you come upstairs in the next hour you will find my front door slightly ajar. If you come up and enter the key is in the door so once in you can close, lock and dead bolt the door. I will by lying face down on my bed in the first room on the right hand side. My arms will be handcuffed behind my back (the key is on my bedside table so I can escape if you do not take me up on my offer) and there will be a ball gag in my mouth and tied around my head.

If you do come then I am completely at your mercy to do with as you wish. You may think this is a trap. It is not. This letter plus the CD (which is a word for word recording of this letter voiced and identified clearly as myself speaking) will give you confidence of that. You will have a one hour window of opportunity from the moment you enter your flat today to act on this, after that I will assume you are not interested and will never repeat or mention this offer again.

Why am I doing this? I could argue that if you take out your urges with me then some other poor unfortunate woman will not be subject to them. Perhaps that is the case. But mainly it is because I want to be the victim, I want to live that scenario of helplessness at the hands of a cruel, sadistic pervert. Do what you will. Chloe Murphy, Flat 4."

I lay on my bed and wondered just what I had done. Could I live with what might just happen? I was off work for four whole days, no one was expecting to see or hear from me in that time. My situation was even more perilous than I had let on in the note. I was now stark naked and lying on my bed, the gag was fitted tightly in my mouth and stretched my lips wide. I strained to lift my head up and looked at the glistening small keys to my cuffs and wondered again if I would be able to release myself from them if Norman did not show. That was surely ten minutes passed by then, maybe he wasn't coming? Maybe he didn't read the note? Maybe..

I heard the unmistakable creak of my front door being pushed open then being slammed shut. Then seconds later I heard the key turn in the lock then the loud clang of the dead bolt being slammed home. I stopped breathing and held my breath. I looked again at the key but knew that it was already too late, I had set the trap for myself and now whether I changed my mind or not I was stuck in it and would have to face the consequences. I felt a warm trickle of juice leak from my hot pussy.

Eventually I had to breathe again but still no one entered the room. I heard movement in the hall then drawers being opened in the kitchen and then in my living room, I was thrown, this was not how I had imagined how this would go. And then I heard the door open behind me and suddenly I felt like a naughty little girl there, exposed and helpless on my bed. I glanced around and sure enough it was Norman standing there. He looked every inch the sleazy, greasy, evil, sadistic, kinky pervert that I knew him to be. And I was totally at his mercy! I supressed a quiver and stared forward, not trusting myself to be able to look at the man and not remember the various police reports I had read from his file. It didn't work and key phrases came leaping into my mind, 'danger to females', 'no remorse', 'sadistic misogynist'. They had made me wet sitting at a desk at Police Headquarters, trying to imagine his crimes but here and now perhaps they were not as arousing as they had been. I wriggled on the bed and part of me wished I had not gagged and cuffed myself and I could back out of this. I f I could just get up and get the key maybe it was not too late.

The first thing he did as he approached the bed though was to reach forward and pick up those keys and pocket them. Whatever hope I had of getting out of my own trap were now totally gone. 

I felt him looking down at my naked, exposed body. Could sense his arousal and disdain for me and I nearly jumped a foot in the air as he brought his clammy hand down and slowly stroked my backside.

Just as I had adjusted to him touching my ass his middle finger slid down between my cheeks and prodded roughly at my pussy lips. Of course, I was soaking and his finger slid easily inside me. No sooner was it in though than it was removed and I just about saw him draw his finger up to his nose, sniff it then suck it and give a sigh of satisfaction. Standing there he looked every inch the dirty, rotten, perverted rapist he was. He truly repulsed me yet here I was aroused beyond normal levels at exposing myself and laying myself completely at his mercy.

CLICK.

The mechanical noise made me strain my head around just in time for a second one. The bastard was standing taking pictures of me. I tried to speak through my gag but it was just a muffled series of grunts and I realised the hopelessness of the situation I had created. I had not thought he would take pictures and immediately I worried where the pictures might end up. It was like he read my mind and a sick, twisted grin spread across his face so I could see his discoloured, misshapen teeth as he popped the camera back into his jacket pocket.

He still had not spoken but his next action told me all I needed to know as he lifted his left hand and showed me what it was holding -- my very own truncheon!

His grin extended even further as my eyes widened as I saw it but unfortunately my neck was getting too sore from twisting around and I had to turn to face forward to relieve the pressure. Almost the second after I did I heard a whistle through the air followed instantly by a loud crack then a spreading pain over my backside. The bastard had just whipped my bum with my own truncheon. And then I froze as I felt him press it end on in between my tight ass cheeks. I moaned in arousal into my gag as it brushed against my pussy lips then yelped as he adjusted up and shoved it right into my unsuspecting asshole!

I squirmed and squealed into my gag as he moved it around, working it in and out and around in my ass and for the first time that afternoon I heard his voice. He leaned forward to hiss in my ear, his sour breath hitting my nostrils as he spoke.

"Got to loosen that hole of yours up a bit copper, because it's going to get a hell of a lot of action before the night is through."

Oh God. I hated myself but his horrible threat was turning me on even more and my squirming was certainly not all down to the uncomfortableness of being ass fucked by a length of round wooden pole. He even left he truncheon in there and stopped to take another picture of me, face down with it sticking up out of my ass. If that had any humour ,what he did next had none. He plucked the truncheon from my gripping, dry asshole and then with surprising speed released my gag. As I made to speak he shoved the truncheon, fresh from my own asshole deep into my mouth.

"Clean it up copper, can't have you police bitches not having clean equipment, can we?"

If part of what I had wanted from doing this was to feel dirty and degraded then this was working. I lay there and the realisation I had no say in the matter hit home hard. I had given Norman all the cards and now he was dealing them out. I hated myself right then, but I guess that had been my intention all along. I took my own truncheon into my drooling mouth and recoiled at the taste and the smell from my own asshole but with nowhere to go I had to take it in and start to pathetically lick and suck on it as if it was a big, hard cock. Again Norman took pictures of me doing this and now I could see that his own dick was out of his trousers and what a disgusting prospect it presented. It was long and quite fat and surrounded by a mess of kinky, black pubic hair. It looked slimy and unwashed and it was clearly getting harder and stiffer each time he pushed the truncheon into my mouth and gagged or choked me.

He must have noticed me looking at his dick and leaving the truncheon deep in my throat he began to wank himself as I looked on.

"Fucking copper bitch likes to play nasty do you? Know what I've done you say? Cunt, you have no idea what I've done! But you soon will!"

Suddenly the camera was away and replaced in his hand by a pair of scissors from my kitchen. My fear / arousal grew at the sight of this. I thought of his words and thought back over some of the cases I had read about that weren't solved. Sexual assaults, even murders, could this nasty pervert that I had given myself to have been responsible for any of them?

He smirked at the doubt on my face and plucked the truncheon from my gasping mouth.

"We don't need a gag now, do we bitch? But I'll tell you what we don't want disturbed do we? If you make a sound while I help myself to your holes then that pretty ponytail of yours is coming home with me."

At that he held the scissors over my head and I felt the blades settle on my hair. Oh God, I had always been so proud of my hair but why had I been so turned on when Britney Spears went off the deep end and shaved her head bald? It was so humiliating and the thought of him doing this to me bizarrely excited me too, but I said nothing as he got on the bed behind me and I felt him prize my thighs apart.

From his words earlier I thought he was going for my bum but I felt his slimy dick press past that entrance and spear its way lower into my soaking wet cunt. I bit back a gasp as he entered me. Of course I had known that the bastard wasn't likely to wear a condom but the fact just hit home as he pushed into me and I could feel his rapist's dick fill me up. He kept the scissors around my hair and as he started to pushing then pull out and fuck me he brought his other hand forward and slapping mockingly at my body. On my ass, my sides and stretching forward to slap at my face. And now that he had spoken there was no stopping him.

"Yeah bitch. Like that? You know how many cunts have taken this? I bet you have an idea. I bet you even know what I did with those other whores, don't you? And you want the same, don't you? Yeah you want the same? Come on, beg me to rape you copper, beg me!"

I bit my lip and said nothing, fearing that he was all too serious about those fucking scissors.

He continued to pump away at me for over five minutes, verbally abusing me all the time as well as fucking me hard. And then his thrusts started to get more ragged and desperate and I sensed that he was about ready to cum. He reached under me and twisted my left nipple and as I stifled a squeal he leaned forward and hissed in my ear.

"I really want to get you pregnant bitch!"

"No!"

Even as I called out I heard and felt Norman snap the scissors together and felt the weight of my long blonde hair disappear. I was stunned. There was no way I had expected him to do that, I had grown my hair long for years and was so proud of it, it was one of my best features. And now that sick bastard held it in his hands and playfully swatted my face with it while his warm seed lay deep in my womb. Eventually he rolled me over and sat me on my bed, I couldn't bring myself to look at him. He took a bright red lipstick from ,my dresser and wrote the word PIG on my forehead and WHORE on my belly.

"That's what you are isn't it pig? Just a fucking whore that gets off on this! Come on tell me!"

"OK! OK! I'm a whore. I'm a slut. I'm a pig! I get off on being treated like this. Now please let me cum. Please!"

I had been betrayed by my body again and Norman just grinned and swatted me with my ponytail and left calling over his shoulder. 

"I'll be back soon, if you're still there maybe I'll help you out."

I heard him slam the door and lock it with my key and with my hands handcuffed I was totally helpless and left wondering what would come next... 

The Right to Surrender Ch. 02



Author's Note: Apologies for delay in Part 2, you really need to read Part One to make sense of all this ...

*

Norman returned half an hour later. I had spent the time fretting about what would happen if he didn't return (what with my wrists handcuffed behind my back and the words PIG and WHORE) written on me in my own lipstick and worrying about what would happen when he did. When I heard the door to my apartment open then lock for some reason I shuffled back to my bed and lay on it submissively. I knew I was in all sorts of trouble of my own making here and also knew I need Norman onside to get out of it.

I got a tremor though my body as he stood at the end of the bed looking down at me. There he was looking for all the world the seedy, sleazy pervert he was and there I was, a strong, confident policewoman who was, by her own choice, completely at his mercy. And as he had shown by cutting off my prized ponytail and fucking me in my holes, the bastard had no mercy.

"On your face bitch."

He barked the command and I found myself doing exactly what he said, rolling over so my back was to him.

"Open your hands. Quicker!"

I parted my fingers and opened my hands as much as I could and felt him place something in them. He pushed my fingers together and I gripped what felt like a handle. He moved the object about then took it away. He moved around the bed and squatted down so he was level with my face. As he lifted his hands up I saw he was wearing gloves and in them he held a revolver!

"You're a clever little piggy aren't you? Well maybe not wanting to submit to me, but anyway you're smart enough to tell me what this is, aren't you?"

I swallowed hard. When I had conceived this sordid little adventure that saw me giving up control to this convicted attacker I had naively believed that things would follow my own desired course. That he would take me, use me and abuse me and I would have lived out my fantasy. OK it was dangerous but that was part of the thrill too and indeed I had got off on much of what Norman had done to me. But I had never anticipated having my hair cut off so sharply and my mind whirled as I told him what the object was.

"I-It's a gun."

He smiled a horrible smile and ruffled my short hair with his hand.

"See, clever piggy. You're right it is a gun. But specifically it it the gun that was used to shoot Carlos Vega only three nights ago."

My mind raced. Carlos Vega had been a convicted criminal released from jail not very long ago. Putting two and two together I guessed he and Norman had been inside at about the same time.

I looked at Norman's hideous grin and whispered.

"You killed him?"

He shook his head and showed me the pistol being dropped into a large, clear plastic bag.

"Well it's not my fingerprints that are on the gun is it? Old Carlos lay in that alley for long enough that there's no way you have an alibi, in fact I know you don't you were fast asleep that night baby. It wouldn't be the first time a member of the police turned vigilante and took things into their own hands when it came to justice. After all Carlos was a bad man, he did bad things and he met a bad end. Now if you''ll excuse me I'd better go put this someplace safe."

I was too stunned to react as he got up and left me again and even as I found my voice I heard him shut the door and lock it!

This was bad. Worse than I could possibly imagine. I knew how cases like Vega's worked the police would go with any physical evidence they could find, there was no chance they would get a witness or any other sort of testimony. It was the kind of case that just lay unsolved unless some piece of incontrovertible evidence came to light. Oh shit! I was fucked! I lay on my bed and shivered despite the heating being up. I cried and thought of some way out of this mess but could come up with none. The truth, that I had allowed Norman to put the gun in my hands while cuffed after a kinky sex game was never going to be believed. No it would be an open and shut case and I would go down for homicide. I could not help imagine just how fucking terrible my life would be inside prison. I had heard what happened to female cops that end up inside and it wasn't pretty. They were usually kept protected for a while but eventually ended up in general population and very quickly marked down for special treatment from the other inmates. I could only lie there and imagine being some tattooed, muscled headed skank's bitch my holes for use by all and sundry with a grudge against coppers.

*

Norman returned nearly two hours later. I had barely moved. I was frozen in place on my bed contemplating a bad future as I heard him enter then lock my door. When he entered my bedroom he had a huge smirk on his face.

"Figured it all out yet bitch. I bet you have. Well let me finish it off for you.."

"Norman please, I don't mmmm..."

He obviously didn't want to listen to my pleas as he jammed the ball gag from earlier back into my mouth and clipped it in place.

"That's better. Now as I was saying. Let me give you the full picture that piece of 'evidence' is now in a jiffy bag addressed to the investigating officer in the shooting of Mr. Vega. I have left it with someone I trust and if anything happens to me or I tell them then it will be posted alongside a little note explaining things a bit more. So Chloe I'll allow you to consider how much you depend on me from now on, eh? Maybe you think that you can talk you're way out of the evidence against you. Maybe you can, who knows but you don't have to. All you have to do is keep me happy, do what I tell you, be a nice obedient little pig whore for me and no one has to be any the wiser. But the matter is not up for debate Chloe when I take that gag out of your mouth you will need to be 100% obedient and determined to serve me and only me, not the cops, not anyone else, your only thought needs to be about keeping me happy understand?"

Oh I understood. This had been what I wanted just not this extreme. I had wanted submission to this man but with a safety net. He had removed the net and taken my high wire act up a further 100 feet in the air. The risk was now unfathomable. I had wanted this cruel pervert to have me but on my terms and now my terms were complete and utter surrender. What choice did I have? I nodded meekly. He grinned and removed my ball gag and replaced it in my mouth with his filthy, hard dick and proceeded to roughly fuck my face, his balls smacking off my chin until he fired his load down my throat. I choked and gagged on his vile seed but said nothing as he squeezed the dregs of his cum out onto my lips.

He slapped my cheeks playfully and then grabbed them.

"I'm gonna undo those handcuffs now bitch. You are going to wash up then go get dressed because I'm taking you out for tea."

He must have seen the incredulity in my expression.

"Yeah you heard right. But make sure you dress sexy. In fact no, don't dress sexy, dress slutty. The shortest skirt you got, the lowest top you got and the highest heels you got. Understand?"

I nodded and was already dreading what might happen on our 'date'.

*

"I love them in pigtails. Pigtails and squealing like little girls while I hammer into their arseholes. You know?"

Norman slobbered over his barbequed chicken wings while he related his favourite assaults to me. His mention of pigtails made me reach to my own newly shorn hair. I had done what I could back at my flat and damn if I didn't look pretty good with my short hair in a sort of bob style. Norman seemed to like it or maybe it was my slutty outfit that he had requested. Short black mini skirt, plunging red top and far too high heels. As he walked me down the street I felt more like a whore (thankfully he had allowed me to wash off the lipstick insults he had daubed on me earlier) than a policewoman and it was a feeling that I was going to have to get used to.

The worst thing was that as he regaled me with lurid details of his various encounters with women (legal and illegal) I was getting wetter and wetter and hornier and hornier. Despite how my plan had so spectacularly backfired my body was still aroused by this pervert and his casual misogyny towards the female race.

"This could do with some sauce" he announced as he held up a chicken wing.

To my horror he put his hand under the table in the booth where we sat side by side and stuck the food between my legs and ran the chicken back and forward over my wet pussy (he had made me remove my panties) before we left my flat). I gasped in shock as he actually pushed it inside my pussy and slowly fucked me with it then pulled it out and held it up to my own lips.

"Why don't you have this one darling?"

It was no question. It was a test and we both knew it. Nervously I took the chicken wing and ate the meat off it, ignoring the strong smell and taste of my sex on it.

As he took a large swig on his beer I looked around the place. As nastily and sluttily as I was dressed I was still way to classy for this place.

The bar we were in was a real dive. Not the sort of establishment I would have frequented in normal circumstances, not even when I was on duty as a policewoman. The women were either drunks, junkies or whores and dressed accordingly. The men were rough and looked like an assortment of criminals and scumbags and I hoped Norman wouldn't do anything stupid like announce I was on the force. Thankfully he hadn't so far and was still finishing the dregs of his meal off with my 'special sauce' when we were joined in out booth.

She was a teenage hooker called Mindy. She might have been pretty but life had obviously been hard on her so far and she looked and sounded much older than her years and she was very hard in her attitude. Her clothes were dirty and sleazy, a red leather bra under a torn, black net top. Red leather shorts with ripped stockings under that and scuffed and dirty high heels. She grabbed a fry off Norman's plate and chomped it while staring into his eyes.

"Hi Normie, whose your friend? You usually want me when you come in here."

He smirked at her and leaned over to me and forced a vile French kiss into my reluctant lips before answering.

"Mindy, this is Chloe. And as a matter of fact I was looking for you tonight, in fact we were. Fancy a bit of three way action."

She looked at me with undisguised incredulity and no little disdain, as if she couldn't believe anyone could be with this freaky bastard. She was right but I could hardly tell her that.

"Um, sure. You know me, anything for the cash. You have got the cash don't you."

He laughed and looked at me knowingly as he told her that she'd get paid alright.

In less than ten minutes (time enough for me to buy a couple of vodka's for Mindy though) the three of us were strolling back to my and Norman's apartment building. What a sight we must have made, two under dressed sluts and a grubby pervert, I squirmed at the thought of what was to come or of being spotted by any of our neighbours or anyone I knew. And then a police car slowed down as it passed us and I nearly had a fit! Thankfully I think it was just a couple of guys getting a nice, long look at mine and Mindy's legs.

That didn't make it any better once we were back in my flat (Norman clearly liked my place better than his own) then I wished we were back out in public.

"Pay the woman Chloe, a hundred dollars isn't it Mindy?"

I had thought that might be coming but even so it stuck in my throat having to pay for the prostitutes services to no doubt do stuff that would be pretty horrible. Still Norman had me exactly where he wanted me and I had to peel off the bills and hand them over. Mindy stuck them in her tiny handbag and helped herself to an apple from my fruit bowl.

"Right ladies, let's get started. Mindy I know you're on the clock so Chloe will take you into the bedroom and the two of you can get warmed up."

I led the young girl into my bedroom and before I knew it she had pulled off her top and was stepping out of the rest of her clothes. She was very slim and her tits were big. I thought to myself that I had lifted any number of young women like this for soliciting or shop lifting or various other petty crimes and now here I was, in my own bedroom, paying her to. Well to do what? I found out soon enough as Norman bustled into the room carrying a hand held video camera. I couldn't help wonder what else the bastard had recorded with that thing.

"Mindy, my 'girlfriend' is obviously feeling a little shy, why don't you help her out of her things."

I just stood there as Mindy undid my top and groped my breasts then slipped off my skirt and shoes and began to cuddle into me and plant kisses on my neck. I was still thinking about Norman referring to me as his girlfriend, fuck I couldn't be that unlucky could I? I came out of my daze as Mindy slid a finger between my legs and I felt it slip right in. Damn, I was still as wet as hell and my body was obviously turned on by this.

"Mindy? Chloe likes it rough, she likes you to take control. Here put these on her."

The bastard tossed her my handcuffs and I had to let her snap them on my wrists behind my back. Mindy seemed to like this game and she took a firm grip on my short hair and dragged me onto my back on my bed and straddled my stomach and began to play with my nipples. To the side Norman was capturing the whole thing on his camera, his dick hanging out and him wanking at it with his free hand.

Mindy got progressively rougher with me, slapping my face and tits, spitting on me, talking trash and pumping her fingers, first one then two then three into my wet slit and humping me with them. Then Norman gave his next bit of information to the younger hooker.

"Mindy? Honey? See this. That's Chloe's warrant card, that's right she's a police woman. I bet you've had your run ins with the pigs in the past, haven't you? I bet you've dreamed of having a slutty copper at your mercy, haven't you? Yeah, I'll bet. Well now you do."

We were both real aroused by now but that caught the young whore up and she glared at me, a very different look in her hard eyes. She reached up and grabbed my face, squeezing both my cheeks.

"Is that true cunt? Are you a pig?"

There seemed little point lying so, with difficulty given Mindy's hold on my face, I nodded that I was. For that she spat in my mouth and shoved her hand in after it and stretched my lips with her fist in my mouth.

"I fucking hate the cops. You must be some fucking sick bitch, letting this weirdo control you. That's fucked up. You know what he does? You know the things he makes them do? That is some fucked up shit bitch."

The thing was I agreed with Mindy. It was fucked up and I had brought it all on myself with my twisted fantasies of submitting to him and now here I was getting a lecture on morality from a teenage hooker just as she pushed her whole fist inside me. And I don't mean the one that was in my mouth. Mindy had simply added her final finger and thumb to those digits sliding into me and I gasped as she shoved her whole fist into me. My pussy was stretched but damn it felt good and I moaned in pleasure, more than aware than I would be captured on film like this but unable to stop myself.

"Fucking pig whore! You want to cum, don't you bitch? Don't you pig?"

She was pumping her arm back and forth with abandon now and I could no more control myself than fly in the air. I nodded and cried out that I did, I wanted to cum.

"Then squeal like a pig bitch, squeal for me!"

Demanded Mindy, deliberately slowing her arm pump to show me she would withdraw her efforts. And god help me my debasement turned me on even more. I lay there on my bed and began to make high pitched squealing noises like I imagined a pig would. Norman was right in my face with the camera no doubt getting this moment for posterity, not my finest hour. Mindy demanded I keep on squealing and she put her fist back to work, pumping it in and out until I came with a loud exclamation and as Mindy removed her fist from my hole a fountain of clear, warm cum ejaculated high out of my body and sprayed on Mindy's tits and my bedding.

After I had climaxed I was assailed by a huge wave of shame and revulsion. I just wanted to cover my face with my hands and hide but, of course, I couldn't. I looked up into the camera and Mindy's glistening teenage tits and fought back tears that I had been reduced to this. Mindy looked across at Norman and he instructed.

"Your turn babe, make sure she gets her monies worth."

Mindy leaned forward and thrust her tits at my mouth.

"You can start by cleaning your fucking shit off them. I ain't going round with no coppers cum all over my titties."

Like I had any choice in the matter she pressed down so her funbags were right in my face and it was clear it was either suck her tits clean or get smothered by them. Perhaps that would have been preferable. But no with a heavy heart I began to lick my own sex juices off her soft breasts, licking and sucking like it was the sweetest nectar. She soon tired of that though and slid her body up mine until her neatly trimmed snatch hovered just over my mouth. As she hovered there she obviously strained her body and something leaked out of her cunt and dripped down onto my lips. With a laugh she explained.

"Client I had before paid extra to go bare back. Big Earl Cooley, hey maybe you know him, he's been inside enough."

Indeed I did know him, a small time pimp with delusions of grandeur, he had always turned my stomach and now his cum was just lying on my lips. I don't know why I did it but I pushed my tongue out and licked my lips, tasting his salty cum and swallowing it. Norman and Mindy laughed but I don't think they thought I would stoop that low. Then Mindy lowered her cunt onto my face and said that it was my turn to get her off and she wasn't moving until I did.

It was a rough ten minutes or so. Without my arms I only had my tongue and it was hard work getting her off. For long times my mouth and nose were engulfed by her thighs, pussy or ass and I had to take every breath I could but finally she came and she sprayed her own juices all over my face and in my mouth.

I had never tasted a woman's juices before and it's strong taste and smell was not really to my liking. It was, however, far preferable to what the dirty little whore did next. She recovered from her orgasm by still sitting over my face and with a wink to Norman she told him to make sure and get what she did next as she wanted to show what she thought about the city's police force. I didn't like the sound of that but could do little as she reached down and pinched my nose so that I had to open my mouth. Still holding my nose she then started to piss on my face!

I was vaguely aware of Norman getting close in with his camera as my mouth filled up with the whore's piss. It tasted hellish but I had little option but to swallow as much as I could but even at that I couldn't keep up and felt her piss run over my lips and down my cheeks and onto my bed sheets. It was gross and humiliating, yes I had harboured the sick, rape fantasies that had trapped me in this world but I had never dreamed of satisfying another woman with my tongue, having them cum on me then pissing on me. Bizarrely my mind focussed on the mess my bed sheets would be in more than anything else and overall it was not a high point of my life.

Finally Mindy climbed off me, with a great big cheesy smile on her face. She seemed pretty happy with herself.

"All you fucking pigs sure do like pissing on me and the other girls on the street so it sure is nice pissing on you in return!"

I guess she had a point, I had always been hard on prostitutes I had arrested, wondering what was wrong with them that they would sell themselves, were they really worse than I was, at least they got paid for their services, I had offered it all on a plate to Norman for free.




The Right to Surrender Ch. 02



Mjndy went to grab her clothes but Norman stopped her.

"Tell you what Mindy, how about you leave those with Chloe here, I have a hankering to see how she fits them sometime. Why don't you help yourself to some of her stuff from the wardrobe there instead."

Damn, that annoyed me. Mindy's clothes were dirty, trashy and nasty and the stuff in my wardrobes was going to be so much better. I also hated that Norman seemed to have taken control of my house too, just letting this teenage whore do what she wanted. He saw the displeasure etched on my face and smirked, and asked.

"You got a problem with that officer?"

I had to bite my tongue, I hated this, I had wanted my dangerous thrill, had got it and now wanted to go back to normal but was struggling with the realisation that this bastard never intended me to return. I forced a smile and said.

"No problem, Mindy take what you want."

My heart sunk when she emerged with my favourite pair of knee high boots, an expensive leather skirt, a designer top and my best jacket – all told she had taken over a thousand dollars worth of stuff and I just had to lie there handcuffed with the taste of her cum and piss fresh in my mouth and a pathetic pile of whores clothing in return. She strutted out of my apartment like she owned it leaving Norman to stand over me. Despite my parlous state I snarled at him.

"You bastard!"

He just laughed and put his recorder to play and held the scene from earlier up to me of me squealing like a pig as Mindy fisted me to orgasm.

"Oh please Chloe, don't pretend you didn't like it. It's all there. And remember I've got this footage now, you piss me off and I'll get one of my friends to set up a web site so the world can watch it. Maybe I can include the link when I send your friends on the force that gun. Mm? Thought not. Don't forget who holds all the cards here bitch. You are now mine to do with what I want. Hell, what are you complaining about? It's what you wanted, don't fight it. Here, you can stay there for a while and think about it, I'll come back and release you later."

And with that he flipped me over so that my face was pressed into my piss soaked sheets and her used ropes to tie my legs in place so that I couldn't really avoid the stench.

He left me for two hours like that. I had plenty of time to consider my situation, all sorts of ideas passed through my mind, in the end though I could see no way out of what I had created and by the time he came in and released me I was suitably defeated. He left me with the instructions to be outside his door the next morning at ten, naked and with a slap up breakfast on a tray for him and then we would have the rest of the day to 'play'. I didn't like the sounds of that but nodded and hoped that after tomorrow when I went back to work he might lay off me a bit. Some hope!

*

It was in complete shame that I stepped out of my apartment the next morning wearing nothing but a frown. I felt so exposed. OK I was in the top flat and Norman's was the next landing down but I supposed anyone could be coming up the stairs, and could find me naked. I closed my door and picked up the breakfast tray I had prepared and made it down the stairs to the next landing as quickly as I could. I leaned on Norman's bell and stood waiting for a response. For over a minute there was nothing and I just stood there outside his door becoming more and more conscious of my nakedness and considering whether I should run back upstairs. But I didn't I stood there and finally the door opened on the chain and my abuser peered out. He smirked when he saw how obedient I had been and snarled his next instructions.

"I need to go to the toilet. You kneel down out there and wait until I get back, then you can bring in my food. And you'd better kneel the whole time I'm gone because I can check through the viewer bitch."

Sounded like he was in a bad mood and as much as I wanted to break in his door and kick the living shit out of him and arrest him I knew I needed to do what he wanted. I placed the tray on the floor and then got down onto the cold stone on my hands and knees and waited. Christ knows what the postman or anyone else would think if they found me like that. Here I was a respected policewoman kneeling like some kind of mongrel bitch outside this sex offenders flat waiting to serve him how he saw fit. Fuck how I regretted my actions only yesterday but even so my hand still found its way to my pussy and to my complete disgust I was unable to resist having a quick rub of my pussy as I was undoubtedly aroused at my treatment.

When the door finally opened Norman stood in its frame wearing nothing but a dressing gown with no belt. His dick was semi hard and buried in a forest of disgusting black hair. He smiled as he saw me stare at it, no doubt taking the wrong meaning from my stare (or maybe not). He stooped and picked up the tray and commanded me to crawl into his flat behind him.

This was the first time I had been in there and it was an eye opener. Clothes and rubbish were scattered randomly through his flat, the carpet did not look like it had ever been hovered, it was a real pig sty. But my trained eye picked out other things as I crawled in his corridor towards what, if his flat matched mine, would be the living room. Like a large bundle of women's underwear of all shapes and sizes just lying in a pile in the hallway. Like the scattered hardcore pornographic magazines, their covers and titles lurid and obscene (and in some cases illegal) but I found it hard not to look at them and add to my arousal. It gave a portrait of this man that, along with what I knew of his criminal record and the evidence he had constructed against me should have made me very frightened of him. And I was, but I was also turned on, all my life I had been in complete control and now with this basist of perverts I was totally out of control.

My hand stopped as it landed on a loose copy of "TEENAGE CUM GUZZLERS" and I could not help but stare at the slutty young girl on the cover with cum spilling messily down her face. I had to tear my gaze from that and continue forward, passing cases of hardcore DVD's with a variety of nasty titles, Norman's tastes seemingly running to domination, BDSM and sadism judging by the titles. I gave an involuntary shiver and finally crawled into his living room.

I had been aware of a dull noise coming from the room and as I entered I saw that his TV was on and he was playing a recording of my session with Mindy from the day before. It was shock to my system seeing myself on screen like that. I still wasn't used to my short hair but it was still clearly me. I was just at the point where Mindy was cumming all over my face and I was transfixed by the action. Norman just snickered and sat in his armchair and began to pick some of the food off the tray I had brought while as his robe lay open he began to masturbate. I hated doing it but I found my hand reaching down my body and I began to finger myself as he wanked and ate and watched the action on screen.

It was a heady atmosphere in that room. The curtains were shot and there was a lack of fresh air or light other than the TV and a dusty lamp. The smell in the room was musky, sweaty and unmistakably cum and sex. It was equal parts intoxicating and abhorrent. I tried to stop the route my mind and body was taking and tore my eyes from the screen just as Mindy started to envelope me with his piss on screen. But everywhere I turned I saw fresh perversions for my imagination. A set of handcuffs and a horse crop behind his settee. An obscenely long and wide black dildo under his heater at the window. A rack of ominously black DVD cases with a pack of tissues resting on them. A poster of Britney Spears dressed as a schoolgirl with a plethora of stains over her face. A leather studded mask that looked like something out of a horror movie.

"Here bitch! Stop that! I didn't give you permission to play with yourself did I? Well fucking stop it."

As I had been scanning his room he had cum, splattering his thick wad onto one of the buttered pieces of toast I had provided. It looked like some sort of grotesque spread and I watched in horror as he presented the soiled toast to me.

"Not fair that you don't get anything is it? Besides you need to eat something to keep your strength up, got a big day ahead."

Of all the things I had done so far this seemed the worst. My hands were not cuffed, I was physically able to just walk out of there but instead with shaking hands I took the proffered toast and began to eat it. The taste was horrible and the thought of what it was worse, but I knelt there and ate his thick, sticky cum like it was jam. I ate it all, every last crumb and he sat there watching me with the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

We spent the rest of the morning watching a variety of his DVD's and computer files. They were without exception obscene and disgusting. They gave a perfect insight into the diseased mind of a sexual deviant and a clear vision of the kind of person I was now totally beholden too. He was evidently a misogynist that hated women, saw them as objects for use and abuse. The films were disturbing and objectifying and should have repulsed me but there was a part of me that watched them and was aroused, that watched these women being fucked in all their holes by all manner of things and imagined and wished that it was me and not these filthy actresses. I think he was making me watch them to gauge my reaction, I think he would have gotten off more if I had acted far more sickened than I did because he seemed to up the perversion level with each DVD or clip we watched.

Finally he was done and he dismissed me with this missive.

"You're not back to work until tomorrow are you? Good well don't worry I won't interrupt your police career unless I have to. I'm guessing it'll be helpful to me to have a pig bitch watching out for me, won't it? Anyway that won't stop us having fun today. Run upstairs and get dressed in the clothes Mindy left you. We're going out today for some fun, let's see what depths you can really sink too."

There were a lot of things in that statement I did not like the sound of but bizarrely the first thing I said was.

"But I haven't washed them yet!"

"So! I want you in her clothes, and I mean all of them, those skanky knickers as well, and back down here in ten minutes! Understand? Good now fuck off!"

*

I hurried upstairs and into my flat, still scared I would be seen by someone in my naked state. Once in my own flat I leaned against the door and breathed hard and thought about all I had done. How could I have reduced myself to this level? I looked across at my bedroom door and knew I had to get a move on, Norman would not like being kept waiting.

God! What was wrong with me? I was a police officer in one of the toughest cities in the world, had arrested rapists, muggers, even murderers and here I was dashing about worrying what a pathetic sex offender like Norman would think if I was late! Yet I still scurried into my bedroom and picked up the whores clothes from last night. Lifting them up was even worse than the memory. They looked even more skimpy than they had last night as she had stripped them off. First on were her knickers and I grimaced as I stepped into them and pulled them up around my crotch. Oh it was a vile thought to think of me wearing these the day after Mindy had and done god know what (and who in them)! Then I pulled on the rest of her hooker outfit, it was galling to wear the clothes of women that I had arrested plenty of times before, worse still the realisation that I was a little bigger all over than Mindy had been so the bra top strained and the tiny skirt was even higher up on me. Her heels at least fit Ok and barely able to glance at my reflection in my mirror I hurried out and down to Norman's flat.

He was out on his landing and wolf whistled at my descent.

"Suits you bitch, all the female pigs should have to wear a uniform just like that."

Our second 'date' started much like our first – with me burning with shame at what I was wearing (which was even tackier than before) and hoping like hell no one would see me dressed like this. I couldn't think what any of my colleagues on the force would think not to mention who I was with or indeed why I suddenly had short hair. We went to another dive bar and this time Norman was more intent on drinking than eating and the more he drank the more his wolfish eyes seemed to roam the bar for prey. I just sat beside him and allowed him to feel and finger me as he saw fit, much to the disdain of the older female barmaid who was watching us. As it got darker a group of students came in the bar. They were out of place there but were too drunk to care. Norman seemed to fixate on one of them. A pretty young blonde with her hair in pig tails and looking for all the world like an innocent. He slipped his hands into his pockets and started to rub himself as he looked at her across the bar and seemed extra keen in her movements and that of her friends as one by one they left. When she left on her own it was no surprise when he dragged me by the hand and we spilled out in to the night twenty yards behind her.

I had a sinking feeling where this was going and no way could I allow it to happen, no matter what might happen to me.

It creeped me out as Norman led me by the hand and we stalked the drunken teenager. I felt physically ill as I stumbled along beside him watching her pert backside stagger in front of us. I had to stop this. Feeling my last vestiges of strength I stopped and held onto Norman so he stopped too.

"No. I won't be party to this Norman, I can't let you do this."

He hissed at me, an evil look plastered on his face. He turned and watched the girl stumble forward further away from us but I held onto him. He seemed to think for a moment and looked at the shop which we stood in front of. I turned too, it was a tattoo parlour.

"You'll pay for this bitch. One phonecall, that's all it will take and that gun will be sent to the right officer, I promise you. "

He turned and watched the girl move further away as I still held on.

"OK. Have it your way but if I can't have her you will need to pay the penalty. You want me to leave her alone? Fine. You go into that tattoo place and get a tattoo that reads "PIG WHORE " on your body, because that's what you are Chloe, isn't it? That's what you dream of being."

I gasped, stifled a sob and said no but his response was to pull free of my grip and grab my chin.

"You either do that or you shut the fuck up and come with me and we catch up on our little friend up there. So what's it to be? And I'll tell you something else when you're done getting your ink I want you to go back to your flat, get dressed up in your police uniform and come back to that alley there ( he pointed to one that ran up the side of the row of shops we were in front of. Wait there, I'll find you. I've always wanted to take a copper before. I bet you've dreamed of it too slut, haven't you. No ink and pig in the alley waiting to get fucked means that gun gets posted, understand? Good. Have fun."

With that he stalked back towards the bar we had left. I looked forward and saw the student still slowly moving forward, at least I had saved her from Norman's affections.

*

I emerged from the tattoo parlour later that night a changed woman. I had stepped inside and the bald guy inside took one look at my clothing and automatically assumed I was a cheap, trashy street walker. He sneered at me when I asked for the grotesque words to be inked into my inner thigh ( the best place I could think to put them) and even asked if I wanted to pay for it with sexual favours. I even considered it but I decided I had fucked enough assholes that week and instead paid for it myself. Even so I had given it thought and as I felt the pain of the needle marking me for life I considered where I was in life and how I was now consigned to submission and servitude to that bastard, Norman. Maybe I was even beginning to accept that role, I was past the point where I could see any real way out of it.

Worse, the prospect of donning my police uniform and returning to the dark, dingy alleyway to be attacked by Norman had got me way too aroused to be normal. He had been right earlier, it had been a recurring fantasy of mine to be trapped and taken while on the beat by a dangerous criminal. Or even to be interviewing such a beast and have them turn the tables on me and bend me over that table and fuck me like the whore I was. The PIG WHORE I was, that is. My leg tingled and I strode off quickly, desperate to get out of this clothing but just as desperate to get into my work clothes and get back to this alley. Of Norman there was no sign. I assumed the pervert was still in the bar drinking.

*

It's amazing the burst of confidence I got from taking off Mindy's scabby clothes and donning my police uniform. I took a moment to clean up and sort my hair out, it was the first time I had seen it in my uniform and I actually reckoned it was fine like that. No more having to fold it up under my hat. I had my cuffs, my stick, everything and as I strode out of my apartment and back into the cold, dark night I was feeling on something of a high despite what now adorned my thigh (though I hadn't taken the plaster off it yet).

But as I got nearer to the alley my confidence slowly ebbed away to be replaced by fear mixed with intense arousal.

By the time I walked all the way back to the entrance to the alley it was just after midnight. The city was as busy as ever, lights slashing, stereos blaring and people going here and there at great pace but as I took my first tentative steps into the alley the rest of the world seemed to fade to black. Within a couple of steps I was engulfed in the murky gloom that enveloped the dank walls that lined the alley.

I was a hardened professional that had been on more than my share or murder and crime scenes yet I was very reluctant to step further into that dark opening leading to who know where or what. Just a few short hours ago it had appeared to be lined with dumpsters, garbage and boxes but now every shadow seemed to rear up and move. And yet for every moment I stood there I became more and more aroused. I seemed to adopt the persona of some timid, weak, pathetic police woman and the prospect of me being attacked and sexually assaulted sent a shiver of excitement through my body.

I inched deeper into the darkness and took out my flashlight and began to scan it across the walls as I stepped further into my nightmare fantasy. Each step seemed to make me wetter at my crotch, I had to fight the temptation to reach my hand down the front of my regulation dark blue slacks and finger myself, instead I held my nightstick in one hand and the torch in the other and crept further into the alley. I swivelled at a noise in time to see a cat jump and I was surprised that I could no longer see the entrance to the alley, clearly it had been on a slight curve and I was now past the point of seeing back to the main street. I turned forward and again and walked straight into something. I sprang back but knew it was metallic, a dumpster. I rubbed my sore arm where I had bashed it and stepped forward again only for a hand to wrap itself around my neck from behind while another grabbed my wrist with the nightstick and squeezed so that I dropped my weapon.

His breath was sour with alcohol as he squeezed my neck and used his other hand to reach up my torso and groped my breasts as he hissed in my ear.

"Drop the torch as well pig!"

The threat was unmistakable and exhilarating. I dropped the torch to the wet, puddle laden ground and allowed him to press his full weight behind me and push me forward so I was bent over a dumpster.




The Right to Surrender Ch. 02



"What are you doing? Don't you know I'm a police officer?"

I was playing a part now, that of poor, defenceless policewoman attacked and overpowered and roughly taken in a tawdry back alley. He slapped my ass through my trousers and reached under to pinch at my tits through my shirt.

"Shut up bitch, shut the fuck up. This isn't playing now, this is fucking real"

With a force I hadn't expected he began tugging at my trousers and before I knew what was happening they were pooling at my ankles. The cold night air turned my legs to goose pimples and as he leaned one arm on my back to pin me to the dumpster his other hand reached through my thighs from behind, hooked into my panties and absolutely tore them off!

I was staggered. The Norman I had watched at the flat come and go had seemed to me to be a weakling, a dirty nasty pervert but not much physically but in this setting he seemed energised. Or maybe it was me playing the weakling too well. I felt him lean forward and spit on the side of my face as he hissed at me again.

"Fucking pig whore you're going to regret patrolling down this fucking alley. This is my fucking alley and any fucking pig that comes down it will be shown who owns it!"

He was drunk and deranged and it excited me even more, all my rape fantasies lived out. I could have tried to fight him but the truth was I didn't want that but I did make a token effort, planting my hands on the dumpster and rearing back trying to buck him off me. He snatched his dirty hands into my hair and gripped it hard then pushed my face down and rubbed it into the moss and dirt that lay on top of the metal lid, it was disgusting. His other hand curled round my body and tore at the buttons of my shirt, freeing my bra then pulling it down so that my bare tits pressed into the metal too. His thumb pressed against my tight asshole while his index finger probed forward and invaded my sopping wet cunt. He fucked both holes with that combination while I listened to him undo his trousers with his other hand.

Then he was in me, his slimy long cock sliding easily into my pussy from behind and fucking me. He pushed my face down into the crap on the dumpster as he pumped hard in and out of my I felt so helpless and pathetic. And so aroused! Then he goaded me further.

"And you know that girl, the student? I fucking caught up with her too once you were away, she wasn't gagging for it quite as much as you are pig but she got it nonetheless!"

I gasped but said nothing as he fucked me. There was nothing loving or gentle about this it was hard and rough and demeaning. It was also just about the best fuck I had ever had in my 26 years on the planet.

He spat again on the side of my face, the feel of his thick, cloying saliva on my skin repulsive. He grunted like an animal as he fucked me. I managed to look up long enough to see the gloom of the alley and imagined that there were tramps on the far side drinking whisky while watching my rape, that hookers watched on and saw me get what they though I deserved. That my colleagues on the force watched and smiled thinking I was getting too big for my boots and that it was good to see a man put me in my rightful place. As I imagined all this Norman came inside me, his seed flooding into my womb, infiltrating and filling it. He fell forward and pressed on me for a while before leaning back and casually pushing me to the wet ground.

I rolled over in the dank puddle he had put me in and his foot stepped on my shoulder. I made to speak but found that he towered over me and began pissing on my face! I just lay there and let him use me as a toilet. It was disgustingly exciting, my absolute nadir. He finished and shook the last drops out on me then stooped to pick up my flashlight, my nightstick, my cuffs and my panties.

"I-I need those for tomorrow, I'm back on shift."

I was more than aware of how weak and feeble I sounded. Norman laughed and told me.

"Well you can call by my flat on your way out, you can get them back then."

Then he stooped and lifted up my bra as well, his trophy haul complete. He left me there in the dirty puddle, my shirt and trousers a filthy mess, my new tattoo throbbing on my thigh – the bastard hadn't even asked if I had done it. Then he was gone, out of sight. I sobbed a little and got up to my knees in the puddle. I was a mess. What had I turned into? How could I escape this life I had trapped myself in? But even as his shadow passed from sight I was reaching down to my sore pussy, his cum dripping from it and mixing with the rainwater and his piss in the filthy puddle and began to rub at it. It took me no time at all to climax, adding my own sex juices to the heady mix in the puddle, my climax was so strong and overpowering that I toppled forward face fist into the puddle and like a pig in shit I just lay there for a few moments savouring my humiliation before I considered how I was going to get home in such a fucking state.

*

As I got dressed the next morning I was as nervous as a rookie on her first day on the force. My mind kept repeating all that had happened to me in the past few days off, all the changes to my way of life, both physical and mental. I couldn't quite believe it all. More than anything my mind kept going back to the alleyway the night before and all that had occurred and how I had felt about it all. I was ashamed but knew also that I had loved it. I had even loved scrabbling my wet, dirty clothes together and limping home that night with Norman's cum sliding down my thighs. The looks of disgust from people I passed on the street had burned into me and further fuelled my bizarre arousal until I got home, struggled up my stairs (pausing only briefly outside Norman's door, he didn't seem to be home) and then into a long, hot shower by the end of which I found myself frigging to another intense orgasm before I nearly fell, naked into bed.

My uniform had been dirty and stained so it was in the wash and I was wearing my spare. Before I left my flat I paused and looked at the smart, confident looking young policewoman that stared back. How appearances can be deceiving.

I tried a confident knock on Norman's door. He answered after over a minute, again in just his unbelted robe. I stared at his semi stiff dick, thinking of what it had done to me last night.

"This a bust officer?" his every word dripped with sarcasm and disdain.

"Norman. I need my cuffs and nightstick back."

He smirked and pointed to the floor at my feet.

"Then you'll have to earn them bitch. On your knees."

I sighed, I didn't have the time for this, I need to be at the station. I also hoped that in the cold light of day he would see me in uniform being serious and realise that what had gone on over the past few days was over. Seemingly I was wrong. He just stood there, his dick growing perceptibly as he exerted his power over me and, of course, it was me that had to back down first. Reluctantly I dropped to my knees on the landing just outside his door. To my horror and dismay he shrugged off his robe, turned around and pressed his horrible, hairy ass against my face. Leaning over his shoulders he spoke as he reached back and used his hands to part his ass cheeks.

"You get your handcuffs back when you lick my arsehole clean."

Whatever I had expected him to make me do to get my stuff back it hadn't been that. I just knelt there stunned by the prospect as he took the lead and backed his ass up so that it engulfed my face. It was foul, filthy and disgusting, I wanted to vomit but I knew the sick freak would probably make me eat it up if I did or something equally freakish. Remembering all the bastard held over me I realise I had no choice so with a sinking heart I pushed out my tongue and, dressed in full police uniform, licked the convicted criminals asshole. I don't doubt Norman got some pleasure from my anal ministrations but I also suspect it was symbolic for him too, to have the law on its knees kissing his ass, certainly when he finally released my face from his ass he seemed awfully happy with himself.

"There's your cuffs back now to set you up for the day and to get your nightstick back all you got to do it blow me and swallow the load. The vitamins will no doubt help you through the day bitch."

Now this I had expected. He turned around and by now his dick was sticking straight out. I shuffled forward on my knees until my lips connected with his throbbing member. I heard footsteps below in our apartment block and prayed that it was no one for our levels. He took my pause to listen as hesitancy and forced the issue. He stepped forward and thrust the full length of his dick into my mouth and jabbed it against the back of my throat. I gagged on it but he reached down to hold onto my hair and hold my face in place then proceeded to skull fuck me.

He pumped his cock in and out of my mouth so fast it was almost a blur to me. His balls slapped noisily against my chin, his wiry pubic hair rubbed against my nose and saliva and pre cum escaped from the corners of my mouth as I drooled from the ferocity of the mouth fucking I was taking.

I felt like a piece of meat, my mouth just a hole for this bastard to get off in. It was an arousing thought.

He grunt and made noises from deep in his throat which no way could emanate from a human being. He gripped my short blonde hair tighter and sneered down at me, struggling to voice his words.

"You drink fucking the whole fucking lot bitch. Spill any and you'll fucking lick it up off the stone floor."

I actually considered deliberately missing some so I could be forced to do just that, just another horrible humiliation and degradation to turn me on. That I didn't was down to more luck than anything else. He gave a guttural gasp and gripped me by my ears and held them tightly as his cock exploded and flooded my mouth with his foul seed. He came in large, powerful spurts, spraying his cum into my throat and coating the insides of my mouth. He just came and came and eventually I gagged on it and coughed some up that ran down my chin. As he withdrew his dick I licked up escaping cum much to his amusement. He threw the cuffs and the nightstick beside where I knelt and walked back inside his flat leaving me kneeling there like the slut I had become. I glanced down and saw a spot of cum on the floor and before I could stop myself I stooped down and licked it up off the dirty ground.

There was a fire burning in my loins again but I was late and I picked up my equipment and ran down the stairs, wiping the cum from my face as I went. I tried to clear my mind and focus on my job, little did I know though that I was about to embark on one of the most uncomfortable shift of my burgeoning career....

END OF PART TWO



The Right to Surrender Ch. 03



"Could you go over exactly what happened again Ruth."

The young blonde student looked at me across the wooden table in the middle of the interview room and looked like she was about to burst into tears. I don't know why but I stifled a grin. It wouldn't have been appropriate. But then, I guess, it wasn't appropriate that I was sneaking my hand under the table and rubbing my crotch when I could as Ruth recounted her tale of being attacked by Norman the night before. The same Norman who was, to all intents and purposes, now my Master and owner. My entire fate lay in his sleazy, grubby hands and I had brought it all upon myself.

I listened as the pretty blonde went back to leaving the bar the night before, having had a little bit too much to drink and my mind wandered a little. After all I knew this part of the story, I had been in the self same bar albeit dressed altogether differently than the police uniform I now wore. I had been dressed in the a whore's clothes, a whore that Norman had allowed to use and abuse me the night before and then arranged a clothing swap where she took some of my expensive clothes straight from my wardrobe and gave me her street walking gear in return.

And why was I, Chloe Newsome, police officer and upstanding member of the community allowing my convicted sex offender neighbour to do all these things? Because he had my prints on a gun from a murder scene, because he had photos and tapes of me in all sorts of compromising sexual situations and because, as I was beginning to comprehend, I was a risk taking submissive and had sought the ultimate thrill of submitting to a vile, evil man and was now reaping my just rewards.

".. and then he pushed me over onto my knees and pulled up my skirt.."

I smiled at Ruth, she wasn't even looking at me as she went over her story one more time just for my sexual pleasure. I hated myself. Even more so because I knew that I would have to cover this case up, save Norman from detection maybe even act as his alibi. This poor girl across from me would never achieve justice yet I sat here and covertly played with myself through the thin material of my trousers as she sobbed and recounted her ordeal.

Halfway through my partner, Maya Lopez, an olive skinned, dark haired female cop returned and I made my excuses and headed to the toilets stating I needed to relieve myself. Which was true just not in the way they thought.

I hurried to the nearby disabled toilet and slammed the door shut and locked it behind me. Immediately I had my trousers off and to my ankles and ignoring the damp patch on my knickers I peeled them off and down to my ankles too. My pussy was sodden and hot to the touch, with my left hand I parted my pussy lips while my right hand reached for my clit and began to rub furiously at it. I ignored the ache from my newly inked tattoo on my inner thigh (which Norman had sent me to get while he had followed Ruth, despite his claims that if I got the tattoo of the word PIG SLUT he wouldn't attack her) and bit my lip hard to keep from calling out as almost instantly I reached a gushing climax, spraying my sex juices all over the toilet and the floor around it. My head exploded with the sensation but one image was burned into me, that of a quivering, pale bottom on the ground ripe and ready to be taken.

*

After I had cleaned up and headed back to the interview room we wrapped things up and took Ruth back to her student accommodation and made all the right noises about keeping in touch and keeping her up-to-date on the case progress. Norman had done it well though, Ruth had given next to no sort of description and the silly girl had gone home and had a long, hot shower after the fact. Still I was concerned I was in a terrible position and knew it and knew that Norman would know it too. Maya suggested we head to the area of the attack and I could hardly disagree could I? Having checked the alley and found nothing we headed to the bar Ruth had been drinking it. At this point my heart was pumping hard. Then I remembered another part of her story.

"Maya, she said she stopped for a burger at that takeout down there, why don't you go and question them and I'll go see at the bar if anyone saw her or remembers anything."

She agreed and I hurried to the bar, hoping no-one would recognise me as the dirty skank from last night. No one did, people just see the uniform you wear I feel, whether it's that of a cop or that of a whore, that's what you see. I had no intention of following this up too closely but knew I had to make the right noises so got the bar owner, explained why I was there and got very little else from him but made no real attempt to get more. As I turned to leave my heart sunk as I saw Norman sitting at a table pulling apart chicken wings and smirking at me. He waved me over.

"How are you today, Officer Pig Slut?"

God, just looking and listening to him made me feel dirty. But I knew my place. Obediently I lowered my eyes and answered softly.

"Fine, thank you sir."

"Ha! How's that tattoo this morning? Sore I bet. Good. And what are you doing here this early?"

"I'm investigating an assault on a young woman that was drinking here last night, know anything about that Norman?" my anger was slowly surfacing.

"Oh I did it officer, why don't you take me in?" he held out his wrist mockingly for me to slap handcuffs on.

I stared at him helplessly.

"Of course, I've got an alibi, don't I Pig Slut? And you, my good neighbour will provide it. Better than that bitch, if you find anything that points me towards this crime I want you to bury it, understand?"

Of course I understood, I hated it, I hated myself, but I understood I had no choice but to do what this despicable human being told me to do.

"I'll do what I can but you need to keep a low profile for a while, there's only so much I can do."

"Well you know what happens if I go to prison again don't you Pig Slut? That gun goes to your employers and you've got a lot of explaining to do don't you."

At that point the door to the bar opened and in walked my partner. She came towards us and I straightened up to speak to her.

"Any luck?"

"No. You?"

She looked at Norman like he was something you would find on the bottom of your shoe, I could guess she was thinking I was shaking him down about the assault. I could live with that.

"No. Owner saw nothing, no CCTV footage and I can't even blame this guy because he's my neighbour and I saw him last night."

He smirked at Maya and it was evident she did not like the look of him at all.

"Yeah well, got another call to investigate, let's go we can always round up some familiar faces later."

She turned and headed off and moved to follow but as I did I felt hard fingers pinching my ass and had to fight away from them and out of the bar.

*

I returned to my flat that night after a 12 hour shift to find a large padlock barring my entrance to my own home. Of course I could guess who had put it there and where I had to go for the key. I could only imagine the things i might have to do to get it though...

I stamped down the flight of stairs that separated my top floor abode from Norman's and stood for a moment at his door then rang the doorbell. He answered seconds later completely naked, sporting his long thin erection. I was repulsed by the sight but was trained well enough to drop to my knees and ask timidly to please be allowed access to my own home. He laughed and told me to crawl into his flat as he was busy at that point. So I crawled behind his scrawny ass, aware that in a fight I could neutralise him in seconds but also aware that I was totally in his power. Turns out he was watching some hardcore pornography in his living room. As he settled himself into his armchair I knelt submissively beside him and watched the action on screen as he slowly stroked his long, thin cock.

He was watching real filth as usual. Some of the stuff he had was illegal but that wasn't what he was watching tonight. It was male dominating female stuff, groups of men surrounding a pornstar as she serviced all of them with her mouth. They spunked on her, pissed on her, slapped her about called her all sorts of names and she just smiled and took it all. This was how he saw women. To my own shame I realised I was becoming aroused, these images were clearly now a turn on to me too.

The scene on the TV turned to a choking one, where a guy was dominating the pornstar hard, slapping her, choking her, gagging her on his cock until she vomited. It was obscene stuff, all about power. Just as I looked at him masturbating beside me he turned to look at me and hissed.

"Finish me off Pig Slut! In your mouth. Leave your uniform on just now. No hands!"

And I did it with no objection. I placed my hands behind my back and linked fingers then shuffled around the armchair on my knees until I was situated between his bony knees then opened my mouth and lowered it onto his pulsing erection and started to suck him off as hard as I could. I felt his hands on my head and hoped he would force me down uncomfortably onto his dick and was thrilled when he did and I gagged, just like the porn slut on the TV. Eventually he relented but only to slap playfully at my cheeks then to grab my ears and use them to plough in and out hard, going real deep into my throat as I felt him spasm in my throat then explode and fill my throat with his thick, sticky cum. I was getting used to these demeaning exercises so I swallowed the lot and rocked back on my heels to look up at him.

I knelt there at his feet, his thick cum cloying in my throat as he squeezed the end of his dick onto his fingers then wiped his fingers in my hair, I could feel my hair gel together like it was being styled. It was so humiliating. Then he grabbed my hair and lifted my head to look at him.

"I want to go and visit her."

"Who?" but I knew really who he meant.

"That hot piece of ass from the other night. Want to see her in daylight, what she's like not drunk."

"You're crazy! You can't"

A slap to my face shut me up.

"I can do anything I want if I tell you. You're the fucking cop investigating the case. You can make it happen bitch and you know it. She won't recognise me anyway and certainly not if I arrive with you, will she?"

It was hard to argue his point. Ruth's description had been piss poor and if you tell people you are police they don't see you as capable of being the bad guys. That's what I told myself anyway, as I knelt there, it wasn't as if I could resist him was it? He had me over a barrel and I had already more than proved that I was susceptible to anything that he told me to do.

"Just fucking sort it out bitch, let me know when you have. Now fuck off out of here!"

I was already forgotten about as he began texting on his mobile phone while skipping the scene on the porno DVD to that of a blonde porn star on her knees and what appeared to be six different guys crowded around her face pissing on her.

*

And so that is how we ended up standing outside Ruth's flat the next evening waiting for the nervous blonde to open the door. I was off duty and had wanted to dress down but Norman had insisted I 'dress sexy', we had settled on plain white blouse with the top buttons undone, a too short black skirt and high heels. I don't think Ruth recognised me at first but she did when I spoke to say I had come round just to check up on how she was doing and see if anything else had come up. I introduced Norman as a 'colleague' and said little else about him and he just followed me into her flat. There was absolutely no recognition of him from the pretty student.

As I had Ruth go over the events again, Norman stayed in the background but every time I looked up I could see the vicious smile on his face and felt sick that I was doing this, had led him into Ruth's very home like this and he had been accepted in and was busy moving around it at will. Ruth left to get us a drink and Norman immediately sat beside me and thrust his right hand up my skirt and fingered my wet pussy (unencumbered as it was by panties at Norman's order). I gasped and bit my lip to stifle my pleasure as he leaned in and hissed.

"Ask the bitch if she got aroused during it, ask her. Ask her if she came!"

Oh God, I couldn't do that. But as he withdrew his fingers and prodded them at my mouth to suck clean I knew I would.

Broaching the subject was not easy but somehow I did and in such a way that made my line of questions not seem strange (I thought anyway) and Goddamn it if she didn't admit to us that heaven help her, yes she had been bizarrely aroused and oh the shame, she had had a climax as she was taken in that dark, dingy alleyway. I hated myself as she sobbed this admission to me and barely noticed that Norman had slipped from the room briefly before returning and indicating we should be going.

So feeling like the lowest heel in the world I left Ruth and she actually thanked the two of us for coming over. Norman was smiling his evil grin and once the door was shut behind us he took his hand from his jacket pocket and lifted up a pair of frilly white panties he had just lifted from Ruth's apartment. He laughed in my face before holding them up to his nose and inhaling their aroma for the longest time.

"You sick bastard!"

We were in the lobby to the set flats and there was no one around as he grabbed my shoulder, spun me around so my face was up against the wall and he once again shoved his hand beneath my skirt to rub at the soaking slick of my pussy.

"You're every bit as sick bitch and you know it! You caused all this, it was you that left that note, your depraved fantasies that started all this wasn't it!"

I gasped at his rough touch and gave a nod, he was correct.

"Damn right it was. Now I'll tell you what Officer why don't we have a little reconstruction? How'd you like that you'll know exactly how things went down but won't be able to do a damn thing about it. How does that grab you? OK? Good, you play the role of the drunk, cock hungry young student and start walking home, I 'll show you how it all went down! And I know you'll love that! Won't you?"

As repulsed as I was at myself and at Norman when I finally escaped out the front door and began to walk unsteadily down the sidewalk under the neon glare of night signs there was absolutely no denying I was as wet as a river and buzzing with a sexual excitement that was becoming more and more dominant in my psyche.

There was no sign of Norman when I glanced back. I found myself disappointed and couldn't stop myself reaching down to quickly finger my pussy through my skirt as I lurched on, a mess of conflicting emotions. To think that mere days ago I had been a cool, confident policewoman, hardly flustered in dangerous situations and here I was, because of my own stupid depraved fantasies, I was playing the part (rather too well) of pathetic female victim and getting off on it.

A noise to my left as I passed an alley made me jump and whimper but is was just a black cat leaping from a dustbin lid. I was walking past the bar and knew it, I paused briefly to stare at its lit up exterior and thought about refuge but leaned forward and began walking again my fear and excitement mounting. I walked past the tattoo parlour and felt a throb on my inner thigh where I had paid to have the words "PIG SLUT" branded in ink on my skin as Norman's behest. What a fool I was!

I tripped on my too high heels and felt an idiot as couples stopped to stare at me. Self consciously I got to my feet and brushed my hair back and moved on unsteadily. Is this how Ruth had felt? She had been drunk, I knew that but she had not really admitted it in any of my interviews, just that she had been out.

"Got a light pretty lady?"

A shadowy figure in the next alley asked. It could be Norman, right height, right size. I stopped and stammered.

"I-I..."

I came unconsciously closer until he grabbed my elbow and pulled me into the alley.

"No light? But I bet you're fucking hot stuff, aren't you bitch?!"

It was Norman and he pulled me deeper into the alley and pushed me up against the wall before reaching his hand under my skirt and fingering my crotch for ages.

"Feels like you need a good hard fucking bitch, don't you?"

I gasped and made to say no but my head nodded and as whispered a "yes'.

"That's what she said too, despite what she's saying now" he hissed as she tugged my skirt up and around my waist before pushing me down on all fours and quickly mounting me from behind in a rough doggy style. As his cock slid into my hot, wet cunt I gave into my role as helpless female and gave a pitiful sob, wincing as my knees were jarred into the hard, stone surface of the alley. I heard and felt his hairy balls slap against my arse cheeks as he pounded into me bit my lip to stop from calling out.

Then I felt his hands in my hair, yanking on it, pulling it hard, pulling my head back as he continued to fuck me. His hand curled around the right side on my face and groped me then his fingers fish hooked my mouth and pulled at it. I felt like such a piece of meat, subject to whatever he wanted to do to me. Was this how Ruth had felt? Had he been telling the truth and she had been wet too? Had she gone along with it as meekly as I had? 

He mashed my face down now until my lips touched the dirt underfoot, he positioned himself behind me so that he was bent over and my arse was at an impossible angle sticking up while he fucked me, it was so dirty and so nasty yet why did it feel so good? Finally, he exclaimed and I felt a warm flood of his cum rush up into my pussy before he shoved me over and leant down and hissed at me.

"Say nothing you little bitch, you wanted it, you know you did!"

And with that he left. I stayed on my front on the ground a few moments before slowly getting to my feet. I had a lot to think about as I slowly made my way home.

*

I didn't see Norman for a couple of days after that, I was working shifts and he never seemed to be around the apartment's complex we lived it. I should have been delighted, relieved even but there was a part of me that missed him, wondered what new depravity he had in store for me and feared that he was tiring of me.

At work my partner Maya, still seemed determined to find Ruth's assailant but the more I re-read her evidence the more I was beginning to believe Norman that the young student had been asking for it and had not been at all bothered when it had happened and had only raised objections after it was over and after she had realised what she had done – that was certainly how I had felt after his little 'reconstruction'. Maya was starting to annoy me now. I hadn't noticed it so much before but she really was quite the man hater. I knew she was a lesbian (and had made a fairly clumsy pass at me in the past) but the way she was speaking now about male suspects was really starting to aggravate me. 'Should cut off his balls', "Hang him by his nuts", "castrate the bastard' were a few of her more eloquent thoughts on potential criminals that I could not help but imagine as Norman (and they may well have been).

One day after shift while she was laying off verbally in that direction I found myself imagining whacking her on the skull from behind with my nightstick so knock her out, stripping that sexy, tanned body naked and handcuffing her to the bench and getting Norman in here to show her what she was missing. I imagined him roughly ass fucking her there and me standing in front of her playing with myself. It was all I could do to stop myself masturbating there and then at this fantasy.

"You Ok Chloe? You look like you're somewhere else."

"Uh? What? Yeah, sorry just thinking about a case."

I hurried home and continued the fantasy whilst lying naked on my bed and playing furiously with myself only in my fantasy now I was wearing a big strap on cock and was fucking Maya's mouth as roughly as Norman was fucking her ass. When I came it was the biggest orgasm I could ever remember having.




The Right to Surrender Ch. 03



*

The next day when I arrived home Norman was sitting on my bed having let himself in and he was busy wanking himself off with a pair of my panties wrapped around his cock whilst holding another pair up to his nose with his other hand. Yes, I felt a measure of disgust but really I was also somewhat glad to see him, despite it likely being bad news for me. He gave a grin and continued to play with himself until he grunted and spasmed and sprayed his seed into my underwear and dribbled more onto my carpet. He wiped the dregs of his cum on my panties before tossing them to me and smirking as some sticky cum stuck to my fingers.

"You remember a guy called Tony Taylor?"

Not immediately, it wasn't what I'd expected Norman to lead with but once I had got a hold of my wits the name came back to me. He was a serial rapist that I had arrested a few years back for a fairly minor assault, but he was well known and had served time before and my evidence and the witness testimony had bought him a five year stint. I could remember how happy I was outside the court at 'getting him'. He had been a big, intimidating guy, covered in tattoos and a real threat you felt but I had stood strong and felt so empowered when I had snapped my handcuffs on him and charged him at the station.

"Y-yes."

"Don't give me that Pigslut. You remember him fine I'm sure. Well I met Tony in jail and even shared a little cell time and he's getting out day after tomorrow and when I told him about our little deal he was so keen to visit here and re-acquaint himself with you."

My heart stopped. Norman was telling other cons about me and him? And Tony Taylor. A man I was personally responsible for jailing? Norman was threatening in his own way but he wasn't really physically intimidating but Taylor was (as I recalled him) the complete opposite, a steroid boosted nutcase with muscles everywhere. I stood blankly then stammered.

"You told him? But..."

"Relax Piglsut. He doesn't know exactly what hold I have over you just that I have a hold. I won't tell him about your prints on the gun or those pics, I've got of you, I'll keep them all to myself just now as long as you keep behaving nice, you know."

That at least was something.

"So anyway, first stop Tony's gonna make when he gets out tomorrow at 5 is your apartment, and he's going to find it unlocked and find you naked and with you with your own fucking cuffs on your wrists behind your back, ready to entertain him just like you did with me. What's the matter bitch? You wanted it from me, worried Tony might be a bit more angry than me, a bit more vengeful?"

Of course I was but what could I do? I wasn't in any sort of position to bargain with Norman he basically owned me completely unless I was willing to chance my luck with the evidence he had of my fingerprints on a gun he had used to kill someone with. And again I could only imagine the kind of time I would get in prison, cops don't tend to get treated too well inside and women could be even nastier than men. And besides wasn't this just going to be a more extreme, more risky version of how I had served myself up to Norman originally. And wasn't I just a little wet at the prospect of this.

Norman smiled, took the gum out of his moth that he had been chewing and carefully implanted it in my hair before patting me on the cheek and saying.

"You are either here and like I say tomorrow or you know what happens."

I did, so I was.

*

I was physically shaking as I attached the cuff to my left wrist at five to five the next day. With fear? Yes, but I would be lying if I did not admit to a fair amount of sexual excitement too. Before I reached my other arm back to properly cuff myself I dipped my hand to my pussy and rubbed at it to find it was absolutely slick with my juices. God I hated myself. With an effort of sheer willpower I reached my hand back and manoeuvred it into the open cuff and awkwardly snapped them closed. The metallic click echoed through my house and I knelt there, completely naked and waiting.

I bit my lip nervously as I knelt there waiting. He was late but what was I going to do about that? Hell maybe I'd get real lucky and the bastard wouldn't even show up at all. But did I really want that? Wasn't there a part of me that was relishing this, looking forward to the ordeal I was going to be putting myself through? Couldn't I stop this if I really wanted to. Norman's evidence was one thing but if I really wanted to I could get a wire and record him admitting what he had done?

I heard a door bang in the apartment block. Was that Taylor? I quickly thought back to how angry he had been when I had arrested him, the look of sheer hatred he had flashed me in court when he had been sentenced. This was a feral beast that I had caged up and now I just knelt here helpless waiting to give myself to him. My front door slammed shut and I flinched then gulped hard as he barged into my bedroom to find me kneeling before him. He looked just like I remembered him on the day of arresting him, in old jeans and a white wife beater vest and dirty, scuffed boots. I dare say I looked somewhat different than he remembered me though.

He smirked and flicked the cigarette he was smoking to my shag pile carpet and stamped on it and ground it in creating a hideous looking burn mark right in the centre of the room. He walked around me stealthily, inspecting me but also wary that this was some kind of set up I guess. I wish.

"Getup! Stand up! Come on!"

He was impatient and as I struggled to my feet he 'helped' by grabbing a handful of my short hair and pulling directly up. My scalp burned but it hurried me up and I stood before him as he cupped his hands and roughly groped my firm breasts. He grunted and said in a low voice.

"Yeah, thought these babies were real bitch. Thought about them all through the trial, stared at you then jerked off later think about twisting them and pulling them while making you squeal like the pig you are. Or is that Pigslut you are? Norman tells me you got ink, show me!"

God I was almost wishing the asshole would just get on with it and fuck the bejesus out of me but he was drawing things out and humiliating me and getting off on it, I could see the front of his jeans tenting up with what looked like a very big dick in there. Of course I couldn't use my hands so I had to slowly spread my legs and thighs as wide as I could for him to dip his head down there and admire the lewd tattoo that adorned my inner thigh. He rubbed his thumb on my tattoo then ran it along to roughly abrade against my bare pussy lips, then his finger slide easily inside me and we could both feel just how wet I was. He eased a second finger in there and played with my clit with his thumb all the while making direct eye contact with me. He smiled, we both knew my body was loving this situation and I was getting off on it, I gave a little whimper and he pulled out, leaned back and spat a big load of thick saliva in my eyes.

"Dreamed of doing that to you in court as well pig now get down on your knees, I been waiting a long time to get sucked off and if you don't like it bitch just keep remembering it's your fault it's been so long for me!"

He placed his powerful hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees as he unzipped his jeans and flipped out his big cock. It was nearly fully erect and he slapped me about the face with it while I opened my mouth and tried to capture it. He held back though and instead stuffed both his hairy, sweaty testicles into my mouth whilst his dick prodded at my nose and my eyes and began to leak pre-cum on me. I guess I could have bitten down and bit bastards balls off but, as satisfying as that might have been, look at the situation it would have left me in so no, I submissively just sucked and licked his disgusting balls until he had had enough and jacked back then rammed the entire length of his cock into my throat / mouth and began to mouth fuck me with gay abandon. I struggled from the start to keep up with him. With no hands I had no control and he buried his fingers in my hair and just rammed his crotch time and time again hard into my face, the erect tip of his dick dancing on the back of my throat whilst his wet balls slapped noisily on my chin. I was crying, choking, gagging simultaneously on his dick and felt like such a worthless whore as he treated my mouth like some two dollar cunt. The only good thing about this was that he was ready to cum in seconds and he kept hold of my hair as he reared back and aiming his dick right in my face he let go a long groan as his cock exploded with blast after blast of warm cum that splattered in my hair, my eyes, up my nose, in my mouth and on my lips. He just kept on ejaculating and by the time he finally dried up I felt like half my face had been covered.

He stood back and laughed before slapping his now flaccid dick against me then squeezing the last of his seed out onto my curtains, leaving a dark stain on them. He left me there on my knees, cum drying on my face and rummaged through my flat. He returned ten minutes later to find I had barely moved. He was drinking juice from my fridge and eating something and he stood over me and looked at me.

"I guess Normie's got the goods on you bitch, don't he? Or you wouldn't be doing this would you? Still I reckon you like it, don't you? Bet Normie's got you doing some twisted stuff with him, hasn't he? Got some strange tastes that one better you than me being in hock to him. Me, I just like fucking bitches up. But you know that don't you copper? You know what my trademark was don't you?"

I nodded slowly, I knew what he liked most of all. It had only just come back to me how he had liked to fuck the girls in the asshole then make them suck him clean. Outwardly I groaned but inwardly I felt a surge of excitement at this new humiliation. I couldn't believe myself – could I really get turned on at this depravity? Then he lifted his hand and showed me he was holding my pink toothbrush. That confused me until he turned his back to me, reached around and began to brush his own asshole with my toothbrush, really getting it in there. Then he used it scoop some of his cum onto the bristles and held it out to my mouth.

"Come on Pig, let's see what you're willing to do to please me. I'll hold this out you can do the work."

Little believing I was doing this I leaned forward and moved my own head to brush my teeth with that bizarre and sickening concoction. That was a convicted criminal holding that brush and I was a serving police officer. Obviously watching me do this vile act got him aroused again and I saw through cum encrusted eyes that he was getting hard again. He had implied where that was going next and I was not to be disappointed as he pushed me over onto my front, got in behind me and pushed his, thick, hard dick slowly into my tight , waiting arsehole.

As I lay there, with my face sticking to the carpet, getting rubbed into it with the motion of his ass fucking he leaned forward and spoke to me.

"Had to do this a few times inside bitch but it wasn't with anyone as pretty as you. Had to make to do with a few scrawny male butts but they all took me just the same!"

I allowed myself the horror of thinking about how many arseholes Taylor had fucked with his cock in his time and that now he was pummelling mine and with no sign of any protection. And you know what? The thought of how dirty and filthy that was made me even more aroused. He ass fucked me for near on ten minutes before he finally withdrew and moved around on his knees to my face and I was only too happy to take his dirty, smelly cock straight from my own ass into my gasping mouth. I sucked and licked him clean and in the end he sprayed a second load of his cum all over my features.

"You are one dirty bitch copper, aren't you? You're fucking getting off on this?"

Given how wet I was I could hardly deny it. He took longer to get his erection back this time and in the meantime made himself at home in my apartment, helping himself to anything he wanted. He also went to the toilet twice and both times I played an integral part, first he used my mouth and face as a urinal and pissed all over me (just another stain for my ruined carpet) then after going for a crap he had me clean his arse with my tongue, pulling my face in tight and just rubbing himself clean on me. That was probably the worst, being used as toilet paper for a crim that I had banged up. By the time his hard on had fully returned I think he was getting a bit bored, Norman had obviously put some restrictions on what he could do to me (I got the feeling he had been told not to hit me and that annoyed him, he really looked like he wanted to slap me about a bit – who knows maybe I would have liked it). He began telling me of some crimes he had committed that he hadn't been caught for, some that I had investigated and we both knew I could do fuck all about it now, in my position. Then he found a marker pen in my flat and took to writing on my body, WHORE on my forehead, PIGSLUT on my chest, something on my back and more.

Finally, once he was hard enough he dragged me through to my bed, tossed me onto it and fucked me roughly on it, making sure to cum deep inside me. Again I could only wonder how many other women (consensually and otherwise) he had used his dick on and here he was shooting his load inside me and telling me he hoped I'd fall pregnant from it. He left after that, obviously having had his fill of my company but I hadn't cum and I badly need to so I struggled back to the room I had started in and after several false starts got the keys and undid my cuffs and before doing anything else I sunk to my knees and began to play with myself and very quickly came in a huge flood that soaked my carpet again. I still had a face caked in dried cum but who cared, I had needed that.

*

I took a hot bath and retired to my bed, sore and exhausted from my ordeal, yet if you told me that Taylor was about to burst in on me again and take me right there or any of the other scumbags I had sent away were about to do the same I would have gladly played the part of victim for them and let them do as they wanted. I drifted into sleep with those thoughts swirling around my head and somewhere fell into a fitful dream where I was stalking someone, a girl, Ruth, through a series of deserted alleyways until I grabbed her and just like Norman said she was only too eager for me to take her, first with my fingers and then with a strap on dick that seemed to have materialised from nowhere. I was just in the midst of buggering her hard, whilst pushing her face into a dirty puddle when I was unceremoniously shaken awake.

"Wake up bitch! Come on wake the fuck up!"

It was Norman and he was clearly agitated and not happy. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to a sitting position, clearly not happy at my delayed rising time.

"W-What? What's wrong?" I stammered.

"Your cunt of a friend, Officer Lopez."

He snarled the words and I was frightened at what Maya had done, was my secret life about to be exposed?

"She shook me down last night at the bar, pretty much implied I was guilty of Christ knows what and whom. Bitch treated me like shit! Me!! Well I'll tell you this before the week is out that bitch is going to get my cock in all her fucking holes and you know what? You're going to make it happen!!"

TO BE CONCLUDED...



The Right to Surrender Ch. 04



I can hear a gate slam in the corridor outside our cell, followed quickly by heavy footsteps approaching. Cursing I hurry with the pink suspender belt on my right thigh and finally clip it to the pink stockings I am wearing. I stand up and bend over my cot, assuming the position I have become trained to take when required. Besides my pink stockings and suspenders I have white, lacy panties, a tiny, pink, frilly skirt, a revealing white and pink Gingham bra top and my blonde hair is done in pigtails. This is how Nicki and the gang want me and after three years of my fifteen year sentence I am no longer dumb enough to think I should try to deny them in any way. Of course it is a humiliating look for me and I am little more than a sex toy for these women but it is the only way a former police officer like myself will survive in here.

I hear a familiar ringing on the bars of my cell, Nicki and her two compadres (today it's Kim and Ciara, together all three black woman are a fearsome sight, with an arrest sheet as long as your arm for violence, robbery, drug dealing, prostitution, you name it), the loud noise is created by them running their large plastic dildo's along the bars. It's a noise that I've heard so many times already and my heart still sinks when I realise how many more times I will likely hear it. Nicki steps into my cell as I look over my shoulder and try to look as innocent and frightened a little white girl as I can. In truth it is not hard. My voice, as always falters as I attempt to greet her.

"M-Mistress Nicki. Your Barbie Doll Fuckpig is ready f-for you."

She grins her sick, sadistic smile and looks at her two friends as she screws her dildo into place on the harness that fits so snuggly around her crotch.

"Oh, you'd better be Barbie! I've had a fucking shit day and I need to get rid of some stress. And where better to do that than deep in the asshole of my favourite little police fuckpig?"

As she advanced towards me I faced the wall again and gripped the sides of my cot even harder waiting for the latest in a huge list of ignominies and humiliations that I had brought on myself all those years ago. I closed my eyes as Nicki flicked up the tiny hem of my skirt and jumped as she literally tore my panties off and reached forward to feed them into my mouth. And as I braced myself for the inevitable I wondered what Norman, my perverted, criminal neighbour who had led me to this (with my own stupid assistance) would think if he could see me now...

*

FOUR YEARS PREVIOUSLY.

I lay naked in bed with my Police partner, and now lover, Maya Lopez and told her the story of how I had come to lie for Norman. Of course it was not anywhere near the whole story.

"Don't ask me what it was, I just can't even bring myself to tell you but he had stuff on me and he blackmailed me into lying for him, covering for him and giving him an alibi. I hated it, hated myself for doing it but I felt I was trapped, that I had to do it. He could have ruined everything, my life, my job - everything!"

Maya rolled over into the bed and I gazed on her gorgeous bronzed, Latino breasts and her big, almond eyes. She was listening intently and did not seem to have any reproach in her, just worry and pity for me as I continued.

"That student, Ruth. I'm sure that was him. He made me give him an alibi for that night. I mean he never came right out and said so but it was that night the attack happened on her"

"You interviewed her?!"

"Yeah. Not my finest hour, I know. Oh, Maya you should just hand me over to the Sergeant. I know I've done so wrong, I wouldn't blame you."

"And there were other times? Did he do stuff to you?"

I couldn't meet her eyes, the tears I gave were not hard to reach and I nodded sadly. I sobbed and reached up to run my fingers through my short hair.

"That was him! He cut your beautiful long hair off?! The bastard!"

Slowly I parted my thighs and manoeuvred so that she could see the crude tattoo that he had made me get. She couldn't understand it at first but quickly enough she read the word "FUCKPIG".

That seemed to tip Maya over the edge. She had appeared undecided before, that maybe she would turn me in but now she just had eyes for getting Norman, for sorting him out and making him pay for ever crossing me.

We spoke a good while longer as we lay in bed before she turned over and I spooned her and looked at her from behind and wondered just exactly what Norman had planned for my new 'lover'. I went over all that I had told her and checked for any holes in my story, they were there if you poked at them hard enough but Maya was enraged and in love and didn't seem likely to examine it too closely. Of course what I told her had been severely edited and I never mentioned that in the beginning I had invited my rapist neighbour in to come and do this to me and that he also now had a murder weapon gun that he had placed my fingerprints on. I thought back to the look of pity Maya had given me and returned it to her in spades in the dark.

*

The next day Maya was on shift and I was off so I returned to my own flat and reported to my Master, Norman. He was positively giddy as I told him how things had went the night before. He made me describe our lovemaking as I relived the passionate and messy sixty nine Maya and I had shared before I told her my deep, dark secret he brazenly took his cock out and began to masturbate as I described the scene to him. Then he demanded I undress and masturbate myself as I told him the story I had given Maya and he described how things should go from there.

Ashamed I did as I was told and was quickly on my knees before him, bare naked and playing desperately with my clit as he stood over me wanking furiously. Eventually he ran out of words and concentrated on cumming, aiming his long cock at me and spraying a thick blast of sperm onto my face and tits and the rest dropped onto the wooden floorboards of his hall. I barely noticed. I had my eyes screwed shut and was rubbing myself with abandon, imagining Maya being taken by Norman, fucked like the spic bitch she was. At that I came in a flood, spraying my juices all over his floor to mix with his cum.

Having come to my senses after the rush of release I hated myself for what I had been imagining in my frenzy. It was sick. I was sick. Norman smirked at me.

"You'd better lick that up Fuckpig, once you've got it all crawl on through and we can discuss the plan in more detail."

I deserved this. I probably deserved worse than this. I certainly didn't deserve to feel the flush of arousal go through me as he walked out of the hall and even with no audience I stooped my head down to the floor and obediently began to lap at the puddle of our mixed cum.

Ten minutes later, Norman's hall floor licked clean and with the taste of his cum now a constant in my mouth I crawled like I was his pet into his living room. He was watching a music channel and was masturbating again, this time to the elfin form of Ariana Grande as she writhed on screen. He had my panties that I had taken off earlier held up to his nose and mouth as he jerked off to the pop video. He paused as he saw me enter.

"What I wouldn't give to have ten minutes on that tight young cunt, eh?"

I glanced at the TV and could not help but agree with him. Imagining taking that tight teenager while she was bent over a bin in some dingy back alley was the first thing that came to me. Christ, I was even starting to think like him now!

He tossed my panties at my face and laid off wanking as the video came to an end and another one for a boyband came on.

"But I guess for now I have to make do with a twenty something Police Fuckpig, don't I? Well let's see if we can't make that two Police Fuckpigs, shall we?"

*

I actually had to try and hold Maya back with her own plan of revenge on Norman. She clearly wanted to get him in the worst way, which was good for us because she was not thinking straight at all. That night I had to calm her down initially and promise we'd look at it later before indulging in a marathon sex session with her. Maya was a very good lover, kind, considerate, passionate and giving. But as we wrapped ourselves around each other I knew there was something missing. She was a submissive, like myself, of that I was sure. Maybe it had to do with our job in the police where we spent our time in charge and taking charge and being in complete control. What was missing was the domination, the nastiness, that was what my time under Norman had done to me - turned me so that a safe, loving relationship wasn't enough, and I needed an increasing element of danger and threat to get off on it.

The 'plan' Maya came up with was incredibly similar to what Norman wanted before I got started on smoothing it out to her. At its most basic I would make sure Norman was out of his flat for the night, we would break into his flat (I was quite the lock pick) and we would then stash evidence from a recent sexual assault and a large cache of drugs in Norman's flat, both of which we would take from the station (hey, stuff like that goes missing all the time, we knew we could cover it and ourselves easily enough). Maya would then organise a bust on Norman's apartment, uncover this stuff and get him sent down for even longer than his last stint, ridding me of a blackmailer and the streets of a scumbag all in in fell swoop.

Although she had a few reservations I was amazed at how easily Maya was willing to break the law to fit Norman up. Maybe she wasn't as clean cut a copper as I had always assumed she was.

We decided Saturday night was the best night to execute the plan. Norman spent each Saturday prowling the bars and streets, looking for women that were either drunk or easy to have a quick bang with. I had been one of them before and I envied them now, I would far rather have been roughly fucked in a dark side street than committing yet another crime that placed me even further into Norman's web of lies. Plus Maya was so fucking bubbly and confident, she wasexcited as we shared a glass of wine in my apartment, waiting for the signs that Norman had left.

"Oh God, I wish that fucking pervert would hurry up and fuck off out!"

She instinctively handed her bag that held a plastic bag with the evidence to be planted.

"The sooner we fix his sorry ass and get him put away again the better, babe."

I nodded absentmindedly and I think Maya took my silence as worry at what we were doing.

"It's fine babe, you know the score we set the wire with the cans over the stairs a landing down, we hear that going off and we bolt. Besides it won't take too long to find a place he won't find the gear for 24 hours, because come Monday I'll be finding it again legitimately!"

*

The plan worked like clockwork. Honestly you would think the pair of us were actually criminals and not policewomen. We watched Norman leave and get on a bus outside the building and within minutes we were in his apartment with Maya turning her nose up at the untidy collection of porn DVD's and magazines and sex toys Norman had left scattered throughout his abode. Our only surprise was when his inflatable rubber sex doll, Molly, fell over when she opened his bedroom door. Maya gave a stifled yelp while I remembered the time Norman had made me perform an explicit 69 on Molly and filmed the whole session. He had then fitted a strap on to her and arranged it so the doll was fucking me doggy style in one of the many humiliations I had endured / enjoyed in my time with him.

Anyway, that was the only scare we got and Maya neatly hid the evidence in a cardboard box hidden at the top of Norman's wardrobe and we beat a hasty escape, peeling off our latex gloves and retrieving our alarm system from the stairs before retiring to my apartment above the scene of our crime and enjoying some pretty hot and heavy strap on fun ourselves . And this time I made sure I was wearing the strap on.

It was somewhat exhilarating, being in charge, having just done what we had done and me with the added knowledge as to what would be the likely outcome of our actions. Plus, Norman had promised that if I could deliver him Maya then he would return the gun and I could wipe my prints off it and dispose of it. With all that rushing through my head I took control and shoved Maya onto my bed, stripped off and pulled her clothes off too. She adopted a submissive role so easily it was obvious I was right about her.

I fucked her forcibly and energetically from behind, slapping her round ass and pulling her hair as I did so. Her assumption was that this was a reaction as the adrenaline high of pulling off our crime downstairs. And it was partly, but more it was about seeing Maya for the poor sap she was about to become. I could not help but imagine that she was resisting what I was doing, that her sexy little yelps were of pain rather than pleasure, that her writhing body was attempting to resist my hard thrusts and that I was forcing her unwilling body to an unwilling climax that ended up soaking my sheets.

We were breathing hard after that but I did not stop, I tore off my strap on and harness and used my hands to guide Maya's head between my own thighs and towards my soaking, shaven pussy. She ate me out eagerly, on her knees while I sat on the edge of my bed. I put my hands on Maya's head and imagined that I was holding her face in there, that she was desperate to escape but I was holding her in there and forcing her to lick me to orgasm. As I neared that orgasm my hands found her long, dark hair and I was amazed how much I wanted her to have it cut off like Norman had done to me. The shock had been so intense to me but over time I had seen it as symbolic of Norman owning me and able to do what he liked to it. I was imagining taking a pair of scissors to it as I came to a crashing orgasm and further soaked both my sheets and Maya's smiling, ecstatic face.

*

The speed at which the plan unravelled must have been disconcerting to Maya. We made sure I was off on another case given the proximity of my own apartment but afterwards Maya told me she knew the bust was doomed the moment she banged on the door and Norman answered and very politely read the search warrant and invited the squad of cops into his apartment. It was like he was mocking her the whole time, his pornography was still very much in evidence and other examples of his deviancy but nothing illegal and they found nothing that they could arrest Norman about, the box on his wardrobe, when they came to it, was empty as it had been when Maya had planted the incriminating evidence. This had obviously thrown Maya and she had gotten a real dressing down from our boss who was pushing her for her source down at the station when she got my phone call that evening.

"Maya, it's Chloe I need you to come over to my place right now. Sorry I can't explain but I need you here now and please come by yourself."

My voice was shaking and on edge and I hung up before she had the chance to question it further.

Half an hour later came the urgent knocking on my apartment door. I called for her to come in and she hurried in and then stopped dead in her tracks. No wonder, given what faced her.

I was standing naked on a chair in my hall facing the front door. My hands were behind my back and my own handcuffs held my wrists in place and I was sporting a rope noose around my neck that was tied to a beam in my ceiling. The word "FUCKPIG" had been scrawled across my stomach with a bright red lipstick.

Maya stopped dead and stared at me as Norman came out from behind me and played his hands along the back of the chair that stood between me and a (probably deserved) hanging. I had been nervous getting up here and putting literally my life in Norman's hands but I cannot deny it gave me a sick thrill. Even more so when I saw Maya's reaction to me.

"Officer Lopez! How nice to see you again, and so soon after our last meeting , just downstairs. I can see you're at a disadvantage, well I'll explain, but first I want you to take off your coat, throw down your radio, cuffs and nightstick. That's it, because if you don't I might get a little kicky around these chair legs that your colleague Officer Fuckpig is kind of relying on at the moment."

Maya clearly did not want to do that but Norman's voice held enough menace that she could not afford to call his bluff. I had got up here on my own volition but really I was hoping she would go with him, and she did, eventually.

"That's good now I think I want you on your knees for this, don't want you making any dumb moves, so get down on your knees bitch!"

Maya glared hateful at him but after a moment's pause she did it, I think it was the glance at poor little me that did it.

"If you harm her I'll..."

"You'll what? Try to frame me for a crime? That seems to be you two bitches modus operandi. Here let me show you something."

He had my TV set up in the hall and pressed a couple of buttons on the remote and the screen came to life with security camera footage of Norman's living room and bedroom. I deliberately looked at Maya's face as it became clear this was Norman's flat and the date and time put this as Saturday night past, I got a thrill seeing the dreadful knowledge of what this was pass across her beautiful features. Then we emerged on the screen and we watched our actions, we were clearly identified, clearly visible and clearly in a world of trouble.

"Now those items you planted in my bedroom are in a box with my lawyer, he doesn't know what it is but if I say the word he will had them into your bosses along with this security footage from my hidden cameras. Now you two are the experts and order but I would say given you raided my flat within 48 hours that you two are banged to rights with attempting to frame me for a pretty serious crime. You'll know better than me but I would assume give that and given I would sue the force over this you two would probably get jail time for this. And of course I'm sure you both can imagine how well ex-cops get treated inside, can't you?"

He smirked and nudged my chair slightly making me flinch.

"And you Chloe, I've still got the goods on you too from before, I wouldn't like to think how long you'd get ,pretty little blonde like you my days you'd be manna from heaven for some of those big old butch dykes inside!"

Maya glowered at Norman for the longest time before she dropped her eyes to my hall carpet and sighed and barely whispered.

"All right, what is it you want from us?"

"No,no,no,no! You have it wrong Officer Lopez. I don't want anything. All I'm saying is that unless you and Chloe convince me otherwise I will be ensuring that evidence reaches the correct authorities tomorrow. It's entirely up to yourselves, you can just leave right now if you want, I'll let Chloe down, this was just to keep you from overreacting when you came in. Really, you do not have to do anything. Your choice."

I looked pleadingly at Maya and eventually she met my gaze.

"What has he got on you babe?"

"He's..I-I can't!"

"OK! OK! I'll do whatever. Of my own free will. I guess Chloe will too. So what do you want?"

"Like I said that's up to you. You need to convince me, I guess first though if I could have you dressed just like your colleague is that would be a nice starting point."

Maya looked at me confused for a moment then the penny dropped, still unable to meet Norman's eyes she mumbled an "OK, I guess" and began to strip off the rest of her uniform. I watched with interest from my dangerous vantage point, careful not to move my feet too much (though unbeknownst to Maya the rope was not tied properly to the beam above me so all I would get if the chair went was a hard landing on my feet). My girlfriend and lover was reluctant but unbuttoned her shirt and dropped it to reveal her black bra and stepped out of her shoes before stripping off her trousers to reveal the matching black panties. She hesitated some more before reaching her hands behind her and undoing her bra and letting those magnificent, bronzed Latino puppies loose and then finally stepping out of her panties to reveal her expertly trimmed black bush. She looked amazing standing there, naked and agitated. Once that was done Norman stepped onto my chair and flipped the rope noose off my neck and helped me step down but left the handcuffs on.




The Right to Surrender Ch. 04



"I'm going to push this TV stand back in for you, why don't you two decide what you want to do tonight. Like I say as of right now I am going to instruct my lawyer to release that box to your boss. If it helps I really enjoyed what me and Chloe did that night we had together. I think doing that again would at least make me really not want to hand you two sluts over"

He disappeared into my living room as Maya rushed to me and gave me a big hug.

"Oh my god this is such a fucking mess!"

"You're telling me! At least you weren't nearly hung!"

Maya increased her hug and kissed my cheek.

"Oh Baby, I'm so sorry, this is all my fault I shouldn't have planted that stuff. Fuck, I'm such a fool!"

She cradled me awkwardly for a while longer before continuing.

"We have to do what he wants. There is no way I'm going down for this, my flat, my job, gone like that! And you know what they would do to us inside. Oh Chloe, babe."

I comforted her with words, my hands s till being handcuffed.

"We have got to make him play along. What did you do the first time?"

Ah, here it came, the path towards our evening's entertainment. I played it coy and reticent to begin with, as if it had been the worst thing in my life and certainly not something that I had written a note to this known sex offender inviting him into my home while I lay naked, helpless and tied up on my bed.

"Well, he took an extreme pleasure in cutting my ponytail off, God I think he nearly came just from doing that."

Maya looked at my short blonde hair and knew it wasn't mine that was likely to get the chop this time. She instinctively felt at her own long, brown hair and gave a long, defeated sigh.

"Well I guess that's not impossible. What else did that sick freak do?"

"He had me go out with him into the night and he fucked me in a dirty, stinking alleyway, then the bastard made me.."

I broke off and threw in a choking sob, which got more sympathy before I was softly urged to continue.

"He made me service a group of tramps sleeping at the end of the alley after he had done me. I was humiliated, I felt so pathetic."

Maya looked shocked but she clearly believed my lie, of course I had done all sorts at the behest of Norman over the weeks since I had surrendered myself so completely to him but that was not what we had done that first night but it was generally what Norman wanted to do with us, and specifically Maya tonight. She looked like she was going to be sick there and then, her face turning a ghostly white shade as the enormity of our situation hit home.

"Oh Babe. What have we done? We're going to have to do that aren't we? We are going to have to go in there and volunteer to do all that and more and even that might not be enough to get him to keep his word. And no way can we trust him, can we? No way he'll just get rid of that film."

"What choice do we have Maya? We just have to do what he wants tonight and maybe with a bit of breathing space we can buy him off or do something to keep him quiet."

*

So in the end it was Maya and myself that ended up going through to Norman, finding him jerking off on a glamourous picture of myself that I was pretty proud of and kept on my sideboard and telling him what he should do with us that night. He listened, like a cat playing with two helpless mice and nodded when we were done.

"And you think that would be enough to convince me not to hand you in?"

There was a long awkward silence as he let that sentiment hang in the air.

"Well I guess it will depend how well you do things, if you do all you say you will do and throw yourselves into it fully then fine, but if I get the feeling you are phoning it in or faking it then that will be a different matter. First thing first Officer Lopez I think I need a name for you."

Again Maya was confused. I didn't really blame her, just this morning she was preparing for a bust that would get rid of a career criminal, save her lover and probably get another boost up her career path. And now she stood before him naked practically begging him to do literally anything to her.

"Well blondie here is Fuckpig, I guess I could call you Fuckpig #2 but that isn't really great. How about Whorecop? Or Pigslut? What are you, Mexican? I know! SpicSlut! How'd you like that my fiery little tamale?"

I could see Maya didn't like it a bit, she was fiercely proud of her heritage but what could she say? She just nodded at Norman.

"But I'm kinda forgetful you know? I mean those cameras in my flat are real helpful to remind me where stuff is, like planted evidence, eh? Ha! So how am I going to remember your name?"

He pointedly looked at the word daubed on my chest in red lipstick. Maya took the hint eventually and mumbled.

"You can write it on me like you did to Chloe."

He laughed and picked up my expensive, designer lipstick and scrawled the word "SPICSLUT" right across Maya's midriff while she stood there and silently fumed. While he was there he picked up her handcuffs and snapped them on her wrists and took great pleasure pulling her arms behind her back and clicking them to her other wrist, leaving my partner in much the same position as I was.

"Now why don't you speak about things a bit more, make sure you really want to do this, and once you are sure come on down to my flat and we can have a little aperitif before we go out for a big night out."

Once he had gone Maya looked at me and I could see the defeat in her face. Of course it was wrong, but seeing my tough as nails police partner and lover reduced to this was a huge turn on to me, I felt a fire in my crotch that I craved to assuage but dare not so I tried to looked as miserable as Maya.

"Babe, what are we going to do?" Maya was looking to me for guidance and I knew my role.

"We do what he wants, we do what we said we would. We get through tonight, God knows we deserve it, what were we thinking planting evidence? I've done it once before, we keep him sweet and after tonight forget about it, never mention it again, we move on and thank our stars we didn't fuck up even worse."

So we moved out of my flat like that, naked and with our wrists cuffed behind our backs. It was awkward to move down the flight of steps from my top floor flat to Norman's on the next one down, we had to watch and not trip and even more our ears were listening for any signs of anyone coming up the stairs. There was no-one and we made it to his landing to find his door shut. I moved to the door and pressed the bell with my forehead before dropping to my knees and adopting a submissive position in front of the door. I looked at Maya and hissed.

"Do the same, it'll keep him happy."

I supressed a smile at Maya's reluctance to obey but she did and soon we were lined up on our knees before Norman's entrance. The bastard made us wait a full five minutes before he opened his door. I knew better than to ring again so we just knelt there in silence and listened for any noises on the stairs below. When Norman did finally emerge he was equally naked and sporting his large, long erection. Maya scowled at it but there was more in that look and when he had her shuffle in on her knees behind him I could see she was like a lost lttile girl. I made to follow them but he stopped me.

"You stay there Fuckpig. It'll be up to how good a cocksucker that your friend is how long you have to wait."

The door closed and I was left there alone. Soon from behind the door I could hear the telltale coughs, splutters and gulps of air that came with one of Norman's hard, fast and forceful face fucks. I cursed that I wasn't there to watch Maya's degradation but I imagined it in my mind's eye.

I could just imagine my fiery Latino lover on her knees and helpless with Norman's long, slick cock fucking her throat. He would be pulling at her hair or her ears to keep her in place but give no concessions to her trying to keep up with his ferocious pace. How I envied her. I wondered if Maya would grow to expect and crave this treatment as I had, I wondered if she was already wet between her legs at the humiliation she was enduring. Oh God how I wished my arms and fingers were free and I could frig myself!

"Er? Excuse me? Are you OK?"

I nearly shit myself at the voice from my right. Frantically I turned my head and found myself facing a young man with an armful of flyers that he was no doubt posting through letterboxes. One of the other residents must have let him in to distribute them by hand. He was in his late teens, tall and student looking. And it looked like he couldn't quite believe his eyes. There was nothing I could do to cover my embarrassment, I pressed my thighs together but with my arms behind me there was no hiding my exposed breasts nor the crude daubing on my stomach.

"So, like are you OK? Do you need me to call somebody?"

I don't think he knew what to think, say or do. He certainly knew where to look though as he couldn't take his eyes off my tits. I had to think quickly.

"Erm, no. I'm fine, it's just a little game with my, er, boyfriend. You know, bit of a thrill. Don't tell anyone, please!"

"Right, well, er, will I post this flyer through the door..."

His question died in his mouth as he heard Norman and May grunting and groaning frantically behind the door as Norman clearly was on the verge of cumming.

"Like I say it's just a bit of adult fun. Tell you what if you want put the flyers in my mouth and that'll give my boyfriend a surprise when he comes out."

It looked like he was thinking of doing more than that but at a final, long moan of ecstasy from within the apartment he hurried over and placed the fliers between my lips and retreated down the stairs as we heard movement within the flat towards the door. Norman came out, saw the flyers and heard the descending footsteps and laughed at me. He plucked a flyer from my mouth and looked at it before noting.

"Young lad was it? Bet he got a thrill seeing you, bet he brings back a load of mates next time. Maybe I'll tie you leaning over the bannister and put a sign out saying it's ten dollars a fuck, might some business from you yet Fuckpig! Ha.Ha!"

While I contemplated that prospect he ushered me into his apartment on my knees where I saw Maya kneeling with a thick mixture of cum and saliva dribbling down her bronzed cheeks and chin.

"Clean her up, I got something to show her."

With my hands still incapacitated I thought I knew what he meant by clean her up so I shuffled over to Maya and began to lick the mixture off her skin. She looked sadly at me as if she was sorry for me having to do it. I had licked and sucked most of the cum and spittle off by the time Norman returned, he was carrying a picture frame which he made a great show of revealing to display that it held my ponytail behind the glass, splayed out like a trophy.

I got a little shock, I didn't even know he had kept it let alone that he was so proud of it that he had framed it. But I think Maya got a bigger shock, seeing it like that. I looked at her, specifically her mane of luscious long locks trying to convey wordlessly that now would be the time to offer the next part of our contrition payment. She took the hint and reluctantly spoke in a voice that I could barely reconcile with the tough police officer I had shared so many cases with.

"If you want to do the same to me, to cut off my hair then you can, I'd be fine with that if it meant you didn't pass on that evidence you have."

It didn't sound that she was Ok with it though. But hey she had said those words. It was as well I was handcuffed at that point because if I hadn't been I don't think I could have stopped myself playing with my leaking slit at hearing Maya submit to this horrible pervert. Norman was loving it too and a large pair of scissors had appeared in his right hand by then. He clipped them together a few times for May to watch before standing behind her grabbing her long, brown hair in his hand and asking one last time.

"Are you sure Officer Lopez? Are you really sure I can cut it off?"

"Y-Yes" Was the eventual whispered answered.

Then with a snip that I watched and heard it was done, Norman lifted his hand up to reveal Maya's long hair that had seconds before cascaded down her naked shoulders was disconnected from her scalp and he lifted it aloft in triumph. He smirked at me behind Maya's back before taking it round for the Latino to view, she could barely look at it. It was done but our evening of perversion was far from over.

*

An hour later saw the three of us walking down the dark streets of Downtown. An area Maya and myself had patrolled many times in uniform but never quite like this. We walked slightly behind a confident fast paced Norman and were each dressed exactly the same. That is that Maya and myself each wore high heels and one of Norman's old smelly, stained, trench coats and nothing else at all. Although that's not entirely correct as we each had a dog collar around our throats with a cold steel chain that hung down between our breasts. Oh and we also had a toy sheriff's badge on, with its pin pushed through each of our right nipples. It had been sore when I had pushed it in and through but I was starting to relish pain now and feeling it throb as we walked along gave me yet another turn on that night. I had come up with this forfeit for us to perform with prompting from Norman and Maya had been willing to go along, she even suggested certain aspects of the evening to try and convince him.

We were heading into a scuzzier and sleazier part of town with every step and starting to get a few looks that were more than just passing glances as to why we were both clad in such disgusting raincoats.

So this criminal with a rap sheet as long as your arm led us, two police officers, into the dankest, dirtiest alley that I think the city had. Really, it was a disgrace. There were rubbish bins overturned, plastic bags of crap that had obviously been lying there for years. Rats scurried from their evening meals as we walked down it. The walls were crumbling and covered in graffiti, the doors in the alley were fire exits for the disused building either side of the alley and it was lit by just a couple of street lamps that still worked out of the ten that lined it.

It was a horrible place for the horrible things we were about to try and satisfy Norman. We stopped half way down it, the noises and lights from the main street already all but gone and with a look from me both Maya and myself shrugged off our coats and dropped them to the damp, dirty cobbles of the street below. He treated us to a toothy grin, displaying his stained dental work and undid the belt to his trousers to unveil the long cock that I had become so intimately aware of in the last few weeks. What we would do in this alley had been agreed by all before we had set out .

First up I knelt and sucked and licked Norman's balls enthusiastically. While I did this Maya shuffled behind him and both kissed and licked his ass. He had been insistent that it was Maya did this. We treated him with our tongues like this for a few minutes until he was ready and he pushed at my head to put me back. Taking my cue I lay on my back, partly on my coat and partly in a dirty puddle and Maya came from Norman's backside and crawled over to lick my pussy out whilst he got in behind her (while still standing) and speared his long cock into her tight asshole. I felt her tongue judder inside my cunt at exactly the moment he slid his dick into her ass and nearly came there and then from it.

From my position on my back I could watch the pervert as he ass fucked my partner. Grinning manically as he ploughed down on her while she struggled to eat me out. Looking at Maya though I was starting to believe she was actually deriving some kind of enjoyment from this treatment. Maybe she wasn't as twisted and perverted as I was but it did seem from the crazed, determined look in her eyes that she was getting something from this. Norman continued to ass fuck her doggy style until he grunted and came deep within her, he pulled out and moved around to offer his dick fresh from her asshole to her mouth and she accepted it between her lips and sucked him clean before leaning over and sharing a saliva filled French kiss with me. She whispered to me.

"Come on babe, just this night and we can forget this ever happened."

Damn, she was naïve (in more than one way too) but I just nodded and returned her caress before allowing her to help me up to my feet. I felt at the pin through my nipple the pain still pulsing through pleasurably, Norman had chucked our coats into the gloom and instructed us to walk deeper into the alley as we were in just heels, collars and badges. Maya reached over and we walked forward hand in hand, after a few steps Norman leered forward between us.

"Aww! Isn't that sweet? Let me tell you two pigs this is your level, this is what Nazi scumbags like you deserve. What you are going to do here should serve as a bookmark for your place in this city. It is your correct level."

We rounded a corner and came to the end of the alley. It was brighter here, though not because the lights were working rather because three drums had fires going in them and by that light I could see over ten down and outs, vagrants and tramps, the city's homeless and the debris of their lives hanging about clearly awaiting our arrival. I swallowed hard as terrible as this was this was a fantasy of mine, a dirty, hidden, explicit fantasy but mine nonetheless. Maya paused upon seeing them, so did I, Norman pushed us on towards them...

*

The vagrants turned their attention to us as we approached them, our heels clicking noisily on the cobbles. Before I dropped to my knees to crawl into their midst I had a chance to appraise the group of men Maya and I were about to sexually service. They were, to a man, hairy and disgusting, sporting straggly beards and long unkempt hair. There were clothed in rags and cast offs and there were two hungry looking dogs sitting around in the encampment too.

As we approached the group though Norman put his hands on our shoulders and stopped us.

"I've changed my mind. Fuckpig, you can stay here and entertain these gentlemen on your own. Spicslut, you can come with me, I think I'll enjoy that hot Latino body a bit more myself first before loaning it out to such a large, disgusting gang. You never know what you might catch from them. You can make your own way home bitch, be back by morning, I'll leave your coat there."

And he tossed my jacket into a dirty looking puddle beside me.

Maya seemed upset more for me than herself, little suspecting that inwardly I was licking my lips at being left to the mercies of these dirty, nasty tramps. I turned to watch as he led her away, wondering what he had in store for her and hoping I would hear about it from both of them. I was brought back from watching Maya and Norman disappear and wondering what he had in store for my partner by sharp pain on my chest. I turned and looked down to see a grubby hand holding the badge that pierced my nipple tugging me around. I looked up into the filthy, bearded face of one of the vagrants. He cleared his throat and spat right into my face and growled.

"On your knees copper."

Obediently I dropped to my hands and knees right in the middle of a puddle as he grasped the leash connected to my collar and walked me forward into the middle of the near circle of tramps. The smell and sense of decay was palpable and claustrophobic as a couple got up and crowded around me, two flipping out long, greasy cocks that they prodded at my mouth. Embracing my inner slut I opened up and tried to fit them both between my lips, simultaneously fighting off the desire to gag at their taste. They settled to a rhythm of pushing their dicks in and out of either side of my mouth while the female tramp came over to me on her hands and knees, grinned a toothless grin and me and began to play with the badge pinned to my nipple, twisting and pulling it to her glee.




The Right to Surrender Ch. 04



Although I was plumbing new depths of depravity even for me I could not stop my mind wandering to Norman and Maya. I wanted Norman here seeing my current denouement. I wanted to see his pleasure at my humiliation. And more I wanted to see what he was doing to and with Maya, hell wanted to join in with it and here I was stuck as a vagrant cum bucket for the next however many hours. I also worried that Norman reveal the truth to Maya of how I ended up in this situation and my part in luring her in with me.

I came round from my ruminations as a flood of sour, vinegary fluid burst into my throat suddenly as one of the tramps came in my mouth, that seemed to set off the other one and before I knew it I had both their loads of watery sperm mixing in my mouth and down my gullet. A third stepped up and presented his cock to me but when I opened my mouth rather than fuck it he started to piss into it.

Of course this was not the first time since I had submitted to Norman that I had been used as a human urinal but this was definitely the most disgusting and degrading. The tramp targeted my open mouth but also gave his cock a shake to make sure he coated my face and hair in piss too. And yet I held my mouth open, I did nothing to move I just knelt there and took this treatment and wanted to take my hand and play with myself while I was abused like this. When he finally dried up I just knelt there with drips of urine falling from me and the dog wandered over to interview me, they made a crude joke about it to me little realising that the thought turned me on even more.

They dragged me up and bent me over an overturned metal barrel. It was caked in dirt and that was rubbed into me as I was stretched over it with a tramp on either side. Soon enough the one behind me was balls deep in my pussy while the one in front of me was fucking my mouth real deep, and then the barrel started rocking backwards and forth with their actions, impaling me one way then the other, like I was plugged into a fucking machine.

Between the motion of the barrel moving with their thrusts and the constant gagging I was feeling sick and eventually I couldn't stop myself puking up all over the cock that was just withdrawing from my mouth. The tramp gave me a withering look, like I was a piece of shit on his (tattered) shoe but just ploughed his hard dick in again and I had the further humiliation of tasting my own sick. How could I be aroused at this treatment? I was sick and twisted and loving it.

The tramp fucking me from behind came inside my pussy and withdrew and I felt his cum slip down my inner thighs before he was replaced by one I couldn't see. This guy went after my ass and forced his dick into my tight asshole, I would have gasped but at that moment the guy in my mouth exploded and filled my mouth with more cum to mix with the vomit and the aftertaste of piss. I slowly slid off the barrel but the guy butt fucking me kept inside me and continued to pound my ass, squatting behind me and drilling down as my face lay on the dirt encrusted cobbles, and my naked body just took it all. A couple of the tramps came up over me and spat down on me and stood there and pissed on me, calling me all sorts of names, mostly to do with me being a cop. I burned with humiliation and excitement at being treated like this.

When they were done the guy in my ass halted, pulled himself out and moved round, dragging me up by my piss soaked hair and rammed his shit stained cock into my mouth then I sucked him until he came, all while the tramps dog sat across from me watching me. I felt lower and more worthless that that poor emaciated animal. They took a break and produced a bottle of whiskey, I recognised it as having once belonged in my drinks cabinet. It had been my father's pride and joy a rare malt, I had inherited it when he had passed away and every time I looked at it it had reminded me of Daddy. Now here it was being passed around and guzzled from by a gang of disgusting tramps that had just gang fucked me and I just sat on my ass and watched them drink my whiskey while I fingered myself, I felt disgusted with myself. It didn't stop me though.

They finished that bottle that Norman must have stolen from my flat in no time at all and the female tramp took it and crawled between my legs and jammed the neck into my pussy and fucked me with it hard. As I leaned back to accept my bottle fucking a couple more tramps appeared around my face and began wanking over me.

I looked into the eyes of the female tramp as she fucked me with my bottle. They were piercingly blue and blazed with intensity and hatred as she plunged the glass neck in and out of me harder and harder, driving me closer to climax with each thrust. I closed my eyes and concentrated on cumming, barely even feeling the continual splatter of semen on my upturned face from the men. I had to open my mouth to first pant, then groan, then squeal and the cum poured into my mouth but I didn't care and seconds later I came, gushing and squirting . The bitch caught some of my own ejaculate in the bottle and promptly turned it upside down and dripped it into the mess in my mouth before hurling the bottle away. I winced as it shattered into a million tiny pieces when it hit aa wall and could not help but think of my father.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of cum and piss as I was thoroughly gang fucked by them all in all my available holes. By the time they finally ran out of interest in me I was left lying on my back, exhausted and glazed in cum, my hair stiff with cum and aching all over. My God it had been exciting though. But once they were done with me they lost complete interest in me and basically just left me to slowly get to my hands and knees and literally crawl from the alley back to where I found my raincoat discarded in a puddle. I used the rancid water to wash my face somewhat before making the long, tiring and sore with every step journey back to my flat, my mind already racing with what Norman had done with Maya.

*

I slowly made my way up the stairs to my flat with what must have been the worst luck imaginable as at every floor my neighbours seemed to be out. I tried to hide the state I was in but wearing nothing but a ragged, dirty raincoat and collar it was pretty pointless. And then as I trudged up the final flight to Norman's flat I heard the unmistakable report of a gun. I stopped dead for a moment then hurried up the stairs forcing my weary legs to climb though it hurt them and the bouncing my breasts did as I moved made the badge in my nipple twinge with every step. And then when I made the landing there stood Maya, smoking gun in her hand and I knew that everything was up, I stared at her and wondered if he had been serious when he had told me what would happen if anything were to happen to him...

*

I came back from my memories with Mistress Nicki plucking her strap on from my ass with an audible pop.

"You're lucky day bitch, I got a deal to do with someone, get round here and clean your mess up before I go!"

I scuttled round on hands and knees and took her fake cock in my mouth and sucked it clean, Nicki and her comrades looking down at me like I was the feeble, piece of shit that we all knew I was. She finished up and left me on my knees in my cell awaiting my next visitor, would it be The Warden who was a sadistic fucker with a liking for using me as an ashtray? Officer Ramirez, the bodybuilding screw who used my tongue rather than a cloth to clean her taut body or one of the other prisoners who so enjoyed taking out their frustrations on a former police officer? I knelt there and wondered and began playing with myself, whoever it was they couldn't arrive soon enough for me...