"How about you help me out in exchange for some titty action?" I was half joking when I said that and I knew immediately that it was a mistake. The tall, broad stranger in front of me looked me up and down, stopping his eyes on my breasts briefly. He smirked and reached into his pocket to pull out his police badge.
A dark feeling sank it my stomach as I realised this was not my weed dealer's friend at all. I was in trouble big time. He chuckled at my expression and pulled out a form.
"Name and address please", he ordered. I hesitated for a moment but gave him the info, not wanting to make the situation worse.
"Fiona, do you always offer your tits up for illegal substances or am I just lucky?"
I gulped and said nothing, I didn't know what to do in this situation.
"Or maybe you just wanted to be charged with whoring as well," he looked me over again and this time he openly stared at my tits. It was a bit cold out and my nipples were poking through my thin shirt. He stared at them hungrily. He looked back to my worried eyes before reaching a hand out to cup my left boob. I gasped and reflexively slapped his hand away. He smirked at me again.
"You know I can make sure you go away for a very long time for this," he started "unless you do what I say." He reached into his pocket again and withdrew a taser. He clicked it threateningly and reached his hand out for my tit once again. I didn't stop him.
"Good girl."
My eyes dropped to the taser and then to his shoes. I didn't want to watch his expression while he fondled my breasts. He pinched my nipple hard suddenly and pulled on it slowly and firmly, pulling my breast out toward him. The pleasure and pain made me gasp and whip my head back up.
"That's better, Fiona, look me in the eye while I touch you."
I did as he said. His eyes held nothing but wicked intention and sick enjoyment. Tears began to form in my own.
He continued to fondle my breasts with one hand pinching my nipples roughly every so often. My nipples were small but sensitive and I struggled not to make a sound. I saw something sinister in his eyes as if he'd just come up with an idea. He stopped molesting my tits and took a step back I thought he might be letting me off but then he spoke.
"Take your shirt off and get those big fucking tits out," he ordered. Frozen in fear and shock I couldn't move. When I took too long to respond he clicked his taser and pointed it at me. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I sniffled pathetically as I unbuttoned my shirt.
"That's right Fiona, show me those fat jugs," he was rubbing his crotch through his pants as he said this. I hated the word jugs to describe breasts and the phrasing made me cringe. I finished unbuttoning my shirt and was left standing in front of him with my chest bare except for my lacy white bra that covered hardly anything.
"Mmm, fuck, how big are those juicy cock pleasers?" He asked now gripping and squeezing his hardening cock through his pants. I gulped and whispered my bra size.
"Huh? You're gonna have to speak up unless you want me to zap you right in the cunt," he grinned cruelly and waved his taser at my crotch.
"32...F," I whimpered out.
He froze and took a large step toward me, closing the distance between us. He reached his hand down and pressed his taser against my pussy. I gasped and went stiff.
He spoke very calmly in a voice that was almost soothing "Speak clearly you stupid slut or I'm gonna leave you twitching in the dirt in a pool of your own piss. Now, I'll ask you again, how big are those fucking cum targets on your chest?"
"32 F, sir, that's my bra size," I replied as coherently as I could. He tilted his head and smirked down at my trembling form.
"Good fucking bitch. Take your bra off I want to see those udders swing free," he pressed the taser harder into me, rubbing it against my clit. It made me acutely aware of how wet my pussy had gotten and a cloud of shame washed over me.
I was being threatened and taken advantage of, degraded in a public, albeit quiet, area and I was sexually aroused by it. A fresh stream of tears fell from my eyes and my face contorted into a pathetic sob as I reached around to unclasp my bra. A part of me wondered how far he would take this and at what point I would find the taser preferable to his commands. I slipped my bra and my shirt off and my breasts were hanging free. My nipples pointy, pink and erect and sensitive from the cold air.
"Look at those fucking things," he licked his lips and glared at my chest. He started dragging the tip of his taser back and forth over my clit making me squeeze my legs together and sob a little harder. He twisted my left nipple gently with his free hand and my cries came out more jagged and breathless.