{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"f88321a7-4943-4f70-bb02-98420e8557a7","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-07-03T12:53:17.958Z","title":"A Deserted Road In Arizona (Vignette)","slug":"a-deserted-road-in-arizona-vignette","shortId":"01r9mrdc","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A woman driving along a deserted road is pulled over by what appears to be a cop, but isn't - an encounter leading to domination. This is based on a JPEG I saw. Another very short tale (I am working on longer ones).","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"5744bf44-8d72-418c-90f7-78d395b374cc","title":null,"summary":"\nA Deserted Road In Arizona\n(Vignette)\n\n\nThis story is inspired by a\npiece of BDSM art by Satyr, I t","wordCount":1003,"readTime":5,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nA Deserted Road In Arizona\n(Vignette)

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\nThis story is inspired by a\npiece of BDSM art by Satyr, I think. The protagonist is a drop-dead\ngorgeous blonde in her twenties.

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\nA Deserted Road In Arizona

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

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

\n\tI checked my makeup in the\nmirror. Despite it being well over a hundred degrees in the shade it\nhad not run. I still looked drop dead gorgeous. Perhaps I could charm\nthe officer into not giving me a ticket. \n

\n\tI looked in the mirror and I\nsaw that it was a lady cop. She looked Latino, with a skin colour a\nlittle lighter than caramel. She wore reflective dark shades, and she\nhad a shotgun in her hands. She was tall. She had to be at least six\nfeet tall. And she had a rack even more impressive than mine. But\nmaybe I could still charm her.

\n\tShe walked up to stand next\nto my car. \n

\n\t“How can I help you\nofficer?” I asked.

\n\t“Please step out of the\ncar.” she said. \n

\n\t“I wasn’t speeding.” I\nhad my licence in my hands. \n

\n\t“Please step out of the\ncar.”

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

\n\tI was wearing a black tee\nshirt and black leggings, as well as pink sneakers. Black really is\nnot the best colour to wear when it is so hot. \n

\n\tSuddenly the officer grabbed\nmy arms and forced them behind my back, clicking handcuffs around my\nwrists. It all happened so quickly that I had no chance to resist.

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

\n\tThat was when I noticed a\nbulge at the front of her police officer trousers.

\n\t“What the fuck?” I asked.\n\n

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

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

\n\tShe pulled down my leggings.

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

\n\tShe opened her police top,\nrevealing a large push-up black brassiere which struggled to contain\nher breasts. I wondered whether they were real. They looked real, the\nway that they moved. \n

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

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

\n\tShe towered over me, more\nthan six feet tall, her erect cock in my face, as I knelt there with\nmy hands cuffed behind my back. Despite my fear of being snuffed my\npussy was very wet. \n

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

\n\tIt was not long before her\nthick, hot, sperm exploded in my throat. I swallowed as much of her\nspunk as I could, but there was so much that a small amount escaped\nmy mouth. I could feel it slide down my chin. \n

\n\tThe cock was withdrawn. It\nwas replaced by the end of the shotgun. I was forced to suck that. I\ndid not open my eyes, as I waited to be blown away, now that this\nfake police officer had cum. But the shotgun was withdrawn. \n

\n\t“No, not this time.” she\nsaid. “I think I’ll keep you.”

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

\n\tMy pussy was still wet.

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\nThe End.

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