Cassandra's eyes were heavy and dry. Her body felt cold and immovable, as if a wet woolen blanket had been draped over her. Faint sounds of muted voices and careful footsteps made her ears perk up. After making the exhaustive effort to raise her eyelids, Cass remembered that she was trapped in a jail cell and hogtied to a saddle that sat on top of a heavy, crinkly tarp.
Groggy, she turned to look behind herself but was caught by her constraints and unable to turn 45 degrees. Whoever stood behind her snorted at her shortcoming.
"Who's there?" She asked weakly, straining to turn her head and feeling the rope that was looped around her neck like a collar.
"Who, me?" A male voice laughed. "Just another pig here to roll around in the filth."
The busty blonde's huge breasts trembled and jiggled as she squirmed in her restraints. Thanks to the sergeant's rope work, the busty blonde's back was arched such that her head and her tits were high and proud with no room to wriggle. Suddenly, an open hand came crashing down on Cassandra's right ass cheek, lighting it ablaze with a sharp, sudden sting. She wanted to howl in pain, but rather than give this sadistic stranger the satisfaction, Cass bit down hard on her lip to stifle a groan.
"You know, you're one lucky little bitch." The unknown man stomped around behind her. "Hot little slut with a rich husband and bigger tits than all the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders combined."
Irritated by the man's rudeness, and knowing there wasn't anything she could say to help the situation, Cass instead asked herself what that pill was that the sergeant had given her earlier. With all his breeding talk, she didn't think it would be a contraceptive. Considering how dopey and drowsy I am, it must be some kind of roofie or something, she decided. But why would he do that?
SMACK.
A hand came crashing down on her other ass cheek, making a thunder clap that resounded in the square concrete room. Again, Cassandra silenced the yelp that wanted to leap out of her mouth. She knew the pigs of this police department were going to have their way with her, but she wasn't going to play into their little power fantasies yet.
"I can see 'Old MacFarland' had a time with you," he laughed, putting a sing-songy twang to the sergeant's name. "Hope you enjoyed your time with him," he said in a serious tone, "'cause today every cop in the county's comin' for a fuck 'n' suck with the Captain's big-titty bimbo, and most of us ain't so nice."
Cass could feel him rubbing some part of himself on her bound, naked thigh as he spoke. "But," he continued, "like I said, you are a lucky one. 'Old MacFarland' sent me down here to give you some water and some relief before the gates of the bullpen bust open." Still rubbing himself on her thigh, she felt one of his hands stroke along her left foot at the same time. "From what he tells me, you haven't had a piss break since ya came in." He chuckled, "Been here about 10 hours or so... you'll need to piss soon."
She had to agree, and pissing herself in front of a dozen cops with hard-ons sounded torturous. The seemingly friendly, albeit crude, cop wiggled his finger tips in between her toes and continued rubbing himself on her leg. "MacFarland's been a good sergeant," he went on, "not like the rest of the women beaters and drunks on the force. When he offered me a little time alone with you before the games began, I took his offer up straight away." His voice turned breathy and deep, "After all, Sarge knows I'm a man with certain tastes..."
The tarp laid beneath Cassandra crinkled again as the officer knelt and loudly sniffed the foot he had been caressing. I'll never understand foot guys, she mused to herself. Staring at the steel door between her and the police station's hallway, Cass cleared her dry throat to ask, "How many other cops are gonna come in here today?"
"Fuck knows?" He answered, his breath hot on her toes, "Captain's comin' to see you first. It'll depend how long she wants to play with you, I guess." Cass felt a lump swell in her stomach. For some foolish reason she had assumed that when Capt. Demarco fell into a sobbing mess in the interrogation room that she would then just vanish into the ether. Of course she would be back, the busty blonde bimbo lowered her pigtailed head at the realization.
The cop snorted and stood up, huffing the word, "fuck," to himself before walking around to face her. He was a thin, mid-30s man with a clean-shaven face and sunken, needy eyes. Cass stared at him in a sleep-deprived daze, as he raised a large, wide-mouthed bottle to her lips. If the sergeant trusted him then so did she. Cass graciously accepted his offer and drank gulp after gulp of the refreshing, clean water. Driblets escaped her lips on either side and trickled down her huge, round breasts. The cool water tickled her bare flesh, eliciting goosebumps all over her bound body.
The foot-loving cop watched, mouth agape, as the beads of water made their way down her soft, sexy flesh. As Cassandra drank more, he stroked each of her long, golden blonde pigtails that the sergeant had tied for her. Finally the bottle was emptied and Cass sighed a heavy breath of satisfied thirst. She almost told the cop, 'thank you', but decided he was getting a good enough deal already. Glancing at his chest, she saw he had put duct tape over the patch where his name should be.
"Good girl," he smiled, "drank all your water. Now let's empty that bladder of yours." The tarp crinkled again as he walked behind her and held the freshly emptied bottle to her cunt. "Whenever you're ready," he said with a smile while giving her a pat on her tied down, up-turned ass.
Everyone in this town is a fuckin' pervert, she bemoaned silently. Eager to end this uncomfortable moment, Cass closed her eyes and released her bladder. She could clearly hear her stream of urine hitting the inside of the plastic bottle. Feeling pleasantly relieved, she heard him cap the water bottle and giggle to himself. Fuckin' perv, she reaffirmed herself and shook her head.
"What a dark yellow," he said with sick interest before turning his attention to the bottle of lubricant Sgt MacFarland had left behind. "Now it's my turn for some release." Cass listened to him squirt lube on himself and stomp around behind her. "Sarge told me to make sure you're all wet 'n' slippery before the Cap'n shows up. Though he left the method up to me."
When he pressed against the busty blonde's ass crack she finally realized precisely what he had been rubbing against her thigh. His slick, lubed up ballsack slid over her asshole and pussy lips, leaving a sleek trail in its wake. He moved up and down, gliding his hot, veiny sack over both of her holes again and again. All the while, Cassandra was trying to ignore him and mentally prepare herself for a tied-up fuck-fest.
After letting out a gratified sigh, he asked, smirking, "So, what did you think of our 'no-nonsense' Captain? MacFarland wouldn't tell me how you two got along."
"Sad," The captive spoke hesitantly. "Lonely, sad, and... angry."
"Yep!" He chuckled then poured more lube directly on her holes and rubbed his nuts against her taint. "That's her, all right."
"Did he tell you how she cried?" Cass asked.
