David Addison
The abused policewoman
CHAPTER ONE
Carol Davis stepped out of her car and paused to straighten her mini-skirt over her long, shapely thighs. As she bent forward she caught sight of herself in the car window. For an instant she looked at the clean line of her high cheek bones and her pert, straight nose. She didn't have such a bad face, she admitted to herself, especially when it was framed by her shoulder-length dark hair.
The beautiful young woman was so engrossed in her self appraisal that she didn't hear the man behind her. The sudden touch of a hand patting and squeezing her firm buttocks shocked her into immobility. Carol felt her blood growing warm and a strange, sick sort of arousal began in her as a confident male voice rumbled in her ear.
"Hey, chick, don't waste your time getting pretty for the cops. Those pigs in there don't appreciate somebody like you. Why don't you and I go someplace and have a drink?"
Carol's heart was fluttering under a full, firm breast, she hated herself for the nervous panic that always hit her at times like this! The brunette's hand shook as it dipped into her handbag and came back with her wallet, she quickly flipped it open to the shiny new badge pinned there.
"Bug off creep. I'm one of those pigs and I may just drag you in, if you don't get your filthy hands off of me!"
For the first time, Carol turned to face the man. He was big and looked strong, but his face seemed pasty and sick under his tan. A weak smile on his face, he backed off, his hands held out in front as if to protect himself from her. Carol almost laughed at the man as she waited until he was off the police parking lot. Then she tucked her wallet back in her purse and walked away, hoping that he couldn't see her knees shaking as the residue of her fear and weird excitement shook in her.
Inside the station house, the beautiful brunette stared straight ahead of her, ignoring the leering stare the desk sergeant gave her. She almost felt his eyes roving over her high breasts, down her gently rounded belly to her long legs. A small shudder of disgust mixed with excitement flashed through her. It wasn't fair for him to look at her like that, especially this morning!
Carol paused before the bulletin board, her eyes examined the notices, but she really wasn't paying any attention. Her mind was on Don, her ex-husband. It had been eight months! She wasn't a person who lived for sex, but it had been eight months! The lovely young woman felt the faint buzzing of arousal between her thighs when she remembered that hard, male hand on her bottom. She shook her head angrily, she had to stop thinking about filthy things like that!
"Davis, come over here for a minute."
Carol turned to see Sergeant Miller standing in his office doorway. The young policewoman didn't want to talk to him. There was something creepy about the tall, lanky officer, but he was her immediate superior and there was no way that she could avoid the sergeant since she worked for him.
As she moved closer, Carol saw Miller's little, slategray eyes boldly staring at her lush, rounded body and the only thing she could do was grit her teeth and pretend that she didn't notice.
"You wanted to talk to me, Sergeant?" Carol asked stiffly as she stopped a few feet away from him. The man let a faint smile crease his lean, tanned face before he nodded.
"You have an interview with Lieutenant Bixby in forty-five minutes, he'll have you called."
Carol nodded stiffly, she was expecting that.
"Some of the vice boys brought in some flicks last night, why don't you go in and watch, they're showing them in the ready room."
The young woman saw the mean smile on Sergeant Miller's fare and knew that he was laughing at her.
"I… I don't think that would interest me, Sergeant," she said. Carol could hear the nervous quiver in her own voice and was sure he could hear it as well. "That sort of… thing doesn't interest me," she added lamely and saw his amusement growing, she damned herself for blushing as she felt the hot flush staining her cheeks.
"What's the matter, Davis, does the sight of hard cock make you feel all sick and shaky inside?"
Carol flinched as Miller's words struck her and hit the mark!
"Why don't you go in there and prove that you're one of the boys, honey? You know the other officers don't have much of an opinion of women cops. You're going to have to prove that you aren't the prissy little girl that you act like. Go in there and learn something useful!"
Before the beautiful brunette could even think of an answer, the tall police sergeant turned away and went into his office, leaving her staring after him.
Don't go in there, something whispered in the back of her mind. You don't have to watch that filth, he can't order you to do that. But there was something else. Miller had challenged her. He didn't think that she would dare go in the ready room and was laughing at her!
Carol's jaw set and she spun on her heel. She was being stubborn and she knew it. But if she was ever going to be accepted here she was going to have to prove to everyone that she could take it.
The ready room was dark, the blinds had been pulled tight, the cigarette and cigar smoke was so thick that she couldn't stifle her cough as she slipped into an empty seat. Carol noticed several heads turn toward her and heard a low whisper ripple around the room. Carol felt her blush beginning, but her embarrassment died in the moment that she focused on the images that were flickering on the white-washed wall!
For a long moment, the lovely young woman felt the blood draining from her face as she watched the shadow of a pretty little girl laying naked on a bed as a huge man stood over her. The man was naked as well and a large, thick erection jutted out from his body like a pole! Carol tried to swallow, but her throat just wouldn't work as she watched the man catch the girl by her long blond hair and pull her into a sitting position on the rumpled bed. The young girl smiled up at the man, his hand was still gripping her head and was pulling her face closer and closer to the thick tip of the organ. The camera suddenly went into close-up and Carol found herself staring at his thick, pulpy glans. The focus was so sharp that she could see a drop of fluid ooze out of the little slit and drip down, but the drop was caught by a pink, flicking tongue!
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, my God!" Carol heard the agonized moan in her mind, but she grimly kept her jaw set tight, refusing to allow the sound out of her throat. The beautiful brunette felt that strange, sick feeling flutter to life as she watched the girl on the screen smilingly move forward and envelop the mushroom shaped head with her red lips. Carol felt her fingers digging into the wooden arms of her chair and despite the fact that the film was silent, she could hear an urgent voice in her ear.
Please, Carol, it's all right, I can tell you want to do it so go on, suck it! Suddenly Carol imagined herself back with Don. She could even remember her ex-husband's fingers pressing against the back of her neck as her own face was being pushed against the swollen crown of his penis. Baby, you've just got to shake away from these uptight feelings about sex, it's putting a crimp in our whole marriage, I can't go on with this 'missionary only' crap!
The young policewoman shuddered and forced her spinning mind away from that painful scene, but when she focused on the picture again she felt her will begin to waver. The pretty blond was avidly sucking and licking at the monster prick that was crammed into her mouth. The man's hand was around the girl's neck, guiding her, setting the pace he wanted, as her head bobbed back and forth on his shiny stalk. Carol could see the girl's saliva dripping on his hairy balls and she wanted to scream.
Carol shifted uneasily on the chair and was shocked and ashamed to feel the thick moisture of her arousal seeping out of the tight folds of her vulva and wetting the crotch of her panties! The beautiful brunette felt the slow rise of passion flowing through her body, felt her nipples grow hard and rub against her bra. She shook her head violently. She couldn't be aroused just watching a filthy thing like this. She'd never done that for Don, no matter how often he tried to get her to, and she couldn't be excited by watching some slut do it for another man. There was nothing here that excited her! Despite her fierce denials, Carol felt the lips of her sex parting, swelling with blood and something inside of her ached for the feel of a thick, pulsating cock, like the one on the wall!