A Deserted Road In Arizona (Vignette)

A Deserted Road In Arizona (Vignette)

This story is inspired by a piece of BDSM art by Satyr, I think. The protagonist is a drop-dead gorgeous blonde in her twenties.

A Deserted Road In Arizona

I was driving along a deserted road in Arizona when I heard the police siren behind me. I looked in the rear view mirror, and I noted a police car approaching me. I was sure that I had not been speeding. But I was the only other car on the road. It had to be me.

I pulled over to the side of the road, and waited. I was in the middle of nowhere. Off to either side there was deserted scrubland. Just my luck to get the attention of a cop in an area where nobody else ever went.

I checked my makeup in the mirror. Despite it being well over a hundred degrees in the shade it had not run. I still looked drop dead gorgeous. Perhaps I could charm the officer into not giving me a ticket.

I looked in the mirror and I saw that it was a lady cop. She looked Latino, with a skin colour a little lighter than caramel. She wore reflective dark shades, and she had a shotgun in her hands. She was tall. She had to be at least six feet tall. And she had a rack even more impressive than mine. But maybe I could still charm her.

She walked up to stand next to my car.

“How can I help you officer?” I asked.

“Please step out of the car.” she said.

“I wasn’t speeding.” I had my licence in my hands.

“Please step out of the car.”

I got out of the car. The oppressive heat beat down on me. It really was very hot. I hoped that this would be cleared up quick, so I could get back into the coolness of my car.

I was wearing a black tee shirt and black leggings, as well as pink sneakers. Black really is not the best colour to wear when it is so hot.

Suddenly the officer grabbed my arms and forced them behind my back, clicking handcuffs around my wrists. It all happened so quickly that I had no chance to resist.

“Hey, what’s going on?” I asked. But she ignored me. Instead she reached into the car, taking my car keys and my smartphone. She arced her arm back, and threw my car keys away, as far as she could. She threw my expensive phone on the ground and blasted it with a barrel of the shotgun. It was only then that I began to suspect that she might not be a real policewoman. I began to get very worried. Here I was, miles from anywhere, on a road that no other person seemed to drive down, with a woman dressed as a police officer.

That was when I noticed a bulge at the front of her police officer trousers.

“What the fuck?” I asked.

By way of reply she got out a collar and tightened it around my throat. The collar had a light brown leash attached. She grabbed the front of my black tee shirt, and ripped it off my body in one go. She was extremely strong.

I gasped. There was no way that I could fight back. She was armed, and I had my arms tied behind my back. There was nowhere to run. I would be dead from sunstroke before I reached the nearest town. The sun was hot on my naked back.

She pulled down my leggings.

“Step out of them.” she ordered. I saw no point in resisting. She flung my leggings to the side. Now I was only in a wispy G string and my pink sneakers. My G string was soaked. I was turned on, despite myself. There was part of me which liked being dominated. And she was very dominant.

She opened her police top, revealing a large push-up black brassiere which struggled to contain her breasts. I wondered whether they were real. They looked real, the way that they moved.

She lowered her trousers, revealing that she wore no underwear down there. She had balls bigger and heavier than I had seen on any man, and a massive cock. It grew to a very impressive erection.

“Kneel.” she said, forcing me to kneel on the dusty soil. I could feel little stones beneath my knees. In my peripheral vision I could see a scorpion scuttle past. Otherwise we were the only living animals out there. I wondered how many other female motorists this fake shemale trooper had assaulted. She could rape and kill people out here, leaving the bodies to be eaten by animals. I wondered if I was going to be killed when she was finished with me. There was no way that she could let me go. I knew exactly what she looked like.

She towered over me, more than six feet tall, her erect cock in my face, as I knelt there with my hands cuffed behind my back. Despite my fear of being snuffed my pussy was very wet.

“Suck.” she commanded. So I did my best to take that massive cock in my mouth. It was so thick that it almost hurt my mouth to be that wide. It was so long that I could not manage to deep throat the final four inches, the other ten inches of it buried down my throat. I could taste nothing but cock. I closed my eyes as I sucked, using all of my fellating skills to please this shemale.

It was not long before her thick, hot, sperm exploded in my throat. I swallowed as much of her spunk as I could, but there was so much that a small amount escaped my mouth. I could feel it slide down my chin.

The cock was withdrawn. It was replaced by the end of the shotgun. I was forced to suck that. I did not open my eyes, as I waited to be blown away, now that this fake police officer had cum. But the shotgun was withdrawn.

“No, not this time.” she said. “I think I’ll keep you.”

I opened my eyes as I was hauled to my feet. I was led by the leash over to the fake police cruiser. I was helped into the hot and stuffy boot. It slammed down, ceiling me in. I could guess that a lifetime of pain and rape awaited me. But it was certainly better than the alternative.

My pussy was still wet.

The End.