Chapter 4

Patricia (If that was really her name) squirmed nervously on top of the bed.

She didn’t like being naked like this with a strange man watching her every move. Sure, he had a badge on his chest, but how could she know for a certainty his identity.

In her memory, be remembered being raped by a similar man of the law and it was the sort of memory that one never forgot no matter how long ago it happened or what were the exact circumstances.

“All right, Missy, I am going to give you a full body search and you better not move a single muscle because I would love to cold cock you with the butt of my gun. I can assure you that you won’t like it because all girls bruise easy when I punish them for not following orders.”

The big man sat painfully astride her rounded hips, and he started at her scalp checking every place she might have hidden a tiny weapon to escape.

He jerked her head around and forced her mouth to open widely.

His fingers checked her tongue on top and underneath. He ran his forefinger around her inside cheeks and even pressed the back of her throat almost forcing her to gag.

She imagined him placing his huge cock inside her lips and doing the same thing only with his juices filling her with the force of their spurting lines of creamy cum.

He grabbed her damp boobs and checked them carefully for any hidden pockets. His investigation of the area under her armpits forced her to fight an urge to giggle.

Next thing she knew, he was inside her belly button, and he removed the fake diamond she had to make certain she was not hiding anything underneath.

He shifted his body down lower and started working on her rump. He spread her cheeks and rummaged inside her brown eye with his middle finger sliding it all the way up inside and checking for any hidden objects. It was so dirty and demeaning that she immediately fell into a state of semi orgasm fluttering her tight sphincter around his insertion and allowing her vagina to release her stored-up female juices eager to spray his arm with her feminine scent.

He spanked her ass cheeks in retaliation for the unpermitted reaction to his search and she was forced to sob her tears at the humiliating indignity to her personal pride.

The handsome cop lifted her hips up off the mattress and he inserted his hand underneath to spread her feminine folds wide open. He checked out all possible hiding spots and made a point of rubbing her raw clitoris with his finger until she filled his fingers with her slimy juices.

Then, he reversed his body and lifted her feet up for his inspection checking between her toes and under her toenails for any hidden object. He found nothing and he punished the bottom of her naked feet with his rough hard hands causing her to cry real tears because it was the most sensitive spot on a female body.

He spun around again, and she felt the weight of his long, lean body on her spine.

The persistent nudging of his bullet head on her anus made her bury her head in the pillow. She didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of hearing her wince when he pressed inside her rear door because she wanted him to think his actions were not bothering her at all.

Moments later, she had to pant breathlessly as he accelerated his humping action into her bottom from behind. She didn’t make any noise, but her breathing gave away her passion at his indecent insertion without her consent. She could not see him, but she imagined the smile on his face as her punished her disobedient bottom.

Suddenly, she remembered the other time she had suffered the similar fate.

It was in the high risk prison on her far-away world, and she was a prisoner serving a life term for sedition. It was typical of the treatment the life term prisoners received on a daily basis and she was no exception.

Strangely, she remembered the same guard in another scenario, and he was helping her escape to the rebel camp where she would be recruited for off-world operations. She was unable to remember his name, but she did remember him waving good-bye and mouthing the words, “I Love You” as she was locked inside the capsule.

The present-day cop dismounted from her prostate body, and he used a towel from the bathroom to clean her bottom and his battered shaft.

“Well, officer, I guess you did a real thorough search. I told you I wasn’t hiding anything. I am sorry to take your property, but I had to get away and figure out what is happening here.”

The uniformed policeman only listened to her with one ear.

He was watching the television which was presenting a series of events that convinced him something strange was going on across the country. In fact, it might also be happening across the world, but the local channels pretty much tended to report local or at best national news without touching on international news unless it was a war or something important.

The sheriff was already regretting his impulsive reaction to the strange woman on the bed.

He knew she was in no position to file a complaint, but he decided to take a chance and give her the benefit of a doubt.

“Ok, Miss, get dressed, we are going back to the jailhouse while I find out more about your situation.”

He watched her get dressed and he found it strangely exciting. It was like a striptease in reverse. He watched her pull up her tiny thong and cover her pussy and her reddened brown eye that he had pounded with resolute enthusiasm just moments before.

He knew she had liked it because of the way she was controlling her panting and the way she shuddered her restrained orgasm that caused her eyeballs to roll back in her excitement.