Chapter 11

With the heavy hand of the law upon her shoulder and her wrists cuffed behind her, Elizabeth was lead away from the baying crowd, across the park and off towards the main road where, after a thankfully short wait during which time it seemed to Elizabeth that everyone who passed by her was looking at her, a police Ford Transit van pulled up. From inside, the rear doors were opened and Elizabeth found herself staring into a face she knew.

Recovering quickly in the circumstances, PC Art Bray smiled at the arresting officer and greeted him cordially enough before assisting Elizabeth to clamber on board and plopping her down on the wooden bench that ran along one side of the windowless van. "So, what's this one been up to, Jack?" Art asked his fellow officer.

"Flashing her little cunt off at some kids, the tart! I mean, look at her - she's just got to be trouble - she's hardly got an clothes on at all. You get your kicks molesting kids then, do you?" the officer demanded to know from the hapless woman as he climbed in the van too and pulled the doors shut behind him.

Smiling, Art banged on the screen that separated the driver's cab from the main carrying area and the van jerked into motion. "No, Jack, she doesn't..." he said grinning.

"You know her then? What you do her for?"

"Oh, I never arrested her - as far as I know she'd never been in trouble before. I first met her when she was being led down the street by this bloke who had her on a lead attached to this collar she's still got on."

"No kidding!" exclaimed Jack with a grin. "Kinky."

"Yeah," agreed Art. "She gets off on being humiliated."

"Never!"

Art simply nodded before turning to Liz. "Part your legs, slut!" he ordered as he'd been instructed by Master Sam. Hardly daring to disobey, Liz moved her feet apart and then spread her knees.

"Bloody 'ell," muttered an amazed Jack. Then, reaching forward, Art took hold of the hem of Liz's skirt and raised it several inches giving the incredulous officer sitting opposite a stunning view of the girl's pussy. "Bloody 'ell," Jack spluttered again.

"Ask him to feel you, Liz."

"Please, Sir, please feel my cunt," the embarrassed but increasingly horny girl gasped.

Raising his eyebrows and glancing at Art for confirmation first, Jack did as he had been requested, resting his hand in Liz's groin before sliding a single finger deep into her, an action that caused the slut to gasp out loud. "My god, she's dripping!" muttered an increasingly unbelieving Jack.

"I'll bet you wish your Helen got like that, don't you?" hinted Art as Liz continued to squirm on Jack's impaling finger.

Smiling inanely, the other officer agreed that he did. "She's a good mother but such a cold fish in bed," he conceded ruefully. "I'll bet this one's a little livelier!"

"I'm sure she is," agreed Art. "Would you like to find out?"

"Eh?" questioned a puzzled Jack.

Leaning closer to his companion, Art explained. "You've not done the paperwork yet, have you? No? Okay, she lets you screw her and you make it all go away - just tell the Sarge that you let her off with a caution. There might be a little flack but, hey, wouldn't it be worth it to fuck this?"

Dubious now, the second constable thought about this. "It would... if she'd agree, I suppose..."

Knowing a good deal when she heard it and thinking about how her father would react if she were to be arrested, Liz jumped into the conversation which had, up to that point, simply flowed around her. "I agree, I agree," she smiled before mouthing a 'thank you' to Art.

"Better get Jimmy to drive round the block a few times then," Jack smiled as he removed his hand from Liz's pussy and started to unbutton his jacket...

Sat on the rickety bed with the sagging mattress in the dingy room that she rented at an exorbitant amount, Sonia counted the money that she had received from Mistress Thorn for her work with Andrew. It wasn't much, but it would help her survive for a little longer though she still cursed the fat shopkeeper in her native Russian as she tucked the notes away in her bottom drawer for Sonia was well aware just how high a percentage that the bitch took for herself as an 'arranging' fee. Then Sonia's blue eyes alighted on the white knickers that were laid carefully upon the bed next to her and she smiled as she once more committed the phone number written on them to her memory. Yes, later she would call that number and arrange a meeting with the rich young man at the other end...

Still with her arms handcuffed painfully behind her back, Liz laid on the cold floor of the Transit, her legs apart, her blouse unbuttoned and opened while her skirt was hauled up around her waist. Between her knees, Constable Jack Brewer slipped a condom over the half erect cock that peeked out of his fly. Squeezing the air carefully out of the little teat at the end, he eased himself down onto Liz's eager body and began to rain kisses upon her pert boobs. With her pussy already aflame and dripping, she couldn't wait for him to slip himself deep inside her... but wait she had to for Jack was planning on enjoying this extra-marital fuck as much as he possibly could so, for the moment at least, he contented himself by using his lips, tongue and fingers on her pale breasts. As he continued to knead that soft yielding flesh, however, his own desires became ever more urgent and, attractive as her mounds were, it wasn't long before his cock was demanding some action for itself and so, without any further ado, he sheathed himself deep inside her. As Jack studied the girl's face, her eyes opened wide as her pussy was filled with the very thing that she needed. "Oh, god, yes!" she breathed, her legs lifting themselves off the floor before locking around his waist. And then the slut did something that his wife never had - she started to hump him, such was her desire! As her hips thrust back and forth, Jack hardly needed to do anything apart from to lay there and enjoy the ride. "You're something else!" he gasped out into her face.

Smiling up at him she thanked him even as she continued unabated with her efforts to milk him of all he could give her. "Make me cum!" she demanded of him bluntly.

"Yes! YES!" he agreed as his own hips joined in the dance, his cock quivering and swelling inside her. "I'm going to shoot my load into you, you little harlot!"

"Harlot?" she gasped through the waves of pleasure that washed over her. "Is that what I am?"

"A harlot, a whore, a tart, yes, you're all of those things," agreed Art from where he sat on the bench observing the action, quietly using his mobile photo to snap some photos of the pair. "Master Sam is pleased with you."

"Master Sam?" she queried.

Art simply waved the phone for a second to let her know who was on the other end of the line. "I'm transmitting the pictures even as we speak. And Master Sam says that I'm to add 'slut' to that list."

Now aware that her Master was also involved in the 'action', even if indirectly, only egged Liz on more as the perspiration her exercises were generating soaked into the minimal clothing she was wearing. "Are you ready?" she asked of Jack. "'Cos I can't hold back any longer!"

The thrusting constable grinned and increased his speed. "I was just waiting for yoooouuuuuu..."

"Oh my GOODDD!" she screamed as her now much needed orgasm built towards its pinnacle and Jack's balls began their pre-ejaculation twitching.

"Master Sam says that you're not to climax, whore!" shouted Art urgently. "If you do, we're to arrest and charge you anyway."

"What?" Liz gasped not believing what she was being told. "I can't..."

"I'm cumMMMIIINNNGGGGG!!!!" broke in Jack as his body began to convulse...

Liz screamed as she fought with her own desires, her pussy muscles pulling the spunk out of Jack even as she struggled to control herself. The copper twitched and groaned and grimaced yet Liz could not allow herself the luxury of release. It was a close run thing but she just held on and, as Jack collapsed upon her, she let her legs fall back to the floor of the van with a disappointed moan. "But I'm so randy!" she complained to the other occupants of the van.