Cruel Unusual Punishment

A siren blared behind Emma’s car with flashing red and blue consuming her rear view mirror. She cringed in the knowledge that she’d been caught speeding and pulled over to the side of the road. The police car parked up behind her and an officer climbed out to approach her window. She wound it down and put on her best wide-eyed innocent smile as he walked up to the door.

“Is there a problem, officer?” she asked with a flutter of her eye lashes, twirling a wisp of her long golden hair between her fingers.
“Ma’am, do you know how fast you were going?” he asked in his most condescending tone.
“Yeah, look…” she replied, “I’m going to be late for a meeting, so can you just write me a ticket or something?”
The officer gave her an incredulous smile and shook his head.
“No.” he replied, allowing his eyes to fall between the flaps of her open collar, “Can I see your licence and registration?”
Realising that her flirting would get her nowhere, her temperament immediately began to sour.
“This is bullshit!” she scowled, too annoyed to notice his leery gaze, “I wasn’t even over the limit!”
“You were doing 70 in a 40 zone…” he explained calmly, almost laughing at the brazenness and contempt that she showed, “Please step out of the car, ma’am”
“Seriously?” she glared at him.
“Yes.” he repeated, “Let’s not make this harder than it has to be.”
“Fuck this!” she growled, “Just send me a letter or something…”
With that, she reached to turn the keys and start the ignition. Needless to say, within minutes she was writhing uncomfortably on the back seat of his patrol car with her hands sitting on her lap, bound together at the wrist with stainless steel handcuffs. After calling for a tow-truck to collect her car, he took her back to the nearby police station and escorted her inside for booking. It was only a small constabulary in a quiet corner of the suburbs, rarely seeing much more action than the occasional purse snatcher or drunken fist fight. Emma soon found herself sitting impatiently in the station’s lone cell, surrounded by drab concrete walls and black metal bars keeping her locked away while they dealt with her. She might have gotten out with a slap on the wrist were it not for her insufferably short temper. Knowing that her meeting was happening without her was driving her insane, keeping her stewing restlessly when she should have been using the time to calm herself. There were two staff on duty; the officer that had arrested her and one other, who seemed to be manning the fort while his colleague was out on patrol. The two of them were each about a decade older than Emma in their mid-to-late 30s and possessed the kind of rugged good looks that would have set her pulse racing had she not been so wound up about being kept from her work. Their names were Sean and Mark, although they did not introduce themselves to her on such personal terms. As far as she was concerned, they were asshole #1 and #2.
At first they tried to be friendly and offered her some water, but she simply tossed the plastic container at them. Every attempt to reason with her was met with the verbal equivalent of a cat hissing at them, constantly informing them that they would be hearing from her lawyers. An hour or two passed by and it gradually began to dawn on them that she wasn’t going to settle at all. It was almost like being cooped up in a cell had turned her feral, and the more aggressive she became, the more her incessant cursing began to grate at their nerves. After a little while, they heard her calling for them and walked into the cell room to see what she wanted.
“I need the bathroom.” she huffed, still showing little sign of cooling down. Mark unlocked the clanking metal door and rolled the bars sideways, waving for her to step out. She could feel them ogling her tall, slender body even as she walked in front of them. The heat of their eyes poring over the subtle curves of her ass made her even more irate.
“Take a good look!” she grunted as they walked her through towards the facilities. They consisted of a single toilet in a tiny room barely any bigger than a cupboard.
“Oh, we will.” chuckled Sean as they waved her inside. She walked in and turned around to see them loitering in the doorway, holding it open with their feet.
“Close it then!” she sneered.
“You said take a good look.” shrugged Mark with a sinister grin.
Although they were police officers, they were far from the most upstanding examples of law enforcement, and Emma instantly realised that she’d made a catastrophic error of judgement.
“Get lost!” she scoffed, suddenly feeling an air of intimidation washing over her, “Go on, close the door!”
“No.” Mark replied, “We’re going to watch.”
There was a finality to his words that sent a chill up her spine, as if it had already been determined and was completely beyond her control.
“You can’t do this!” she cried, sounding more and more defeated with every word she spoke, “It’s against the law!”
The men simply glanced at each other and laughed. Emma tried to push her way past them, but they barged her back into the room and toppled her onto the toilet seat. She stared at them and screwed up her face in disgust, but her resolve was weakening by the second and she knew she had no choice but to suck it up and get it over with.
“Fine, you fucking perverts!” she snarled, popping open her trouser button and unzipping her fly to peel them down over her thighs. The men watched intently, fixing their eyes on her tight cotton panties as she pulled them down as well, revealing the thin strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair above her pussy. She planted herself on the toilet seat and tried to go, but it was impossible with them looming in the doorway.
“I can’t go while you’re watching.” she insisted, but she knew it was futile.
“It’s alright…” said Mark, “We’re not busy.”
She closed her eyes and tried to picture a tap running, cringing slightly as she felt the warm flow pouring out and heard it splashing into the bowl beneath her ass. It came out in a thin, gentle stream that seemed to take a lifetime to finish, leaving her with no choice but to confront the fact that they were watching her pee. She tried to ignore them, but they way they stared at her and nudged each other with their elbows made her feel incredibly dirty and immoral. It was the most dehumanising thing she’d ever been put through and for a moment she thought she might even cry. However, the longer it went on the more she was forced to acknowledge another emotion beginning to surface from some dark place inside her. Although it scared her to admit it, being so utterly humiliated in front of them had a perversely arousing effect on her. She didn’t know how to even begin to process what she was feeling, but she couldn’t deny that she liked it in a bizarre way. She finished and wiped herself clean with a few squares of toilet paper, trying to avoid touching herself for fear of stoking the flames of her strange new desire.
“No.” said Sean as she reached down to pull her trousers up, “Leave them down.”
“What?” she yelped, “No… I… I…”
“Come on…” he nodded, making way for her to pass between them. They marched her back to the cell with her knickers and trousers around her ankles, reaching out to grope her ass as she walked. She shivered with every touch of their fingers and tried to wriggle free of their grasp, mostly out of the fear that it would turn her on even more. Her cheeks turned rosy red with embarrassment, wincing at the thought of somebody else walking into the station. There was little chance of that, though, as they had locked the doors for the time being. She finally arrived at the cell and reached down to collect her trousers, but again they stopped her.
“We didn’t tell you to pull them up.” said Mark.
“What do you want from me?” she pleaded, “Please, I’ll be good, I promise!”
“Get on your knees.” added Sean, reaching down to unfasten his belt buckle. Mark did the same, spreading the fly of his uniform trousers to reveal the thick bulge of his cock protruding through the shorts beneath. Emma tried not to look, but the incident in the toilet had awoken something inside her that refused to fade away. In fact, it grew stronger with every second that passed.
“Are you deaf?” asked Mark, placing his hand on her shoulder to guide her towards the floor. She tried to convince herself that she didn’t want to do it, but there was something undeniably appealing about being forced to bend to their will. She quietly sank to her knees and stared anxiously at their crotches, watching as they each took out their thick, throbbing shafts for her. The chain linking her cuffs jingled softly as she raised her hands up and wrapped her fingers around each of their cocks. She stroked them up and down, feeling them swelling to the touch as she rolled their foreskins back and forth over the heads. She knew what they wanted and continued to battle with her confusing emotions, telling herself that she didn’t want it too. The truth was inescapable, though, and almost without thinking she leaned in and wrapped her lips around Mark’s cock. He curled his hand around the back of her head to keep her from backing away, but she had little intention of doing so. She began to suck on it, swallowing it inch by inch as deep as her gag reflex would allow and smothering it with her warm saliva. At the same time, she kept her hand clutched around Sean’s cock and worked it with her fingers, jerking the shaft from the base to the tip before swapping over and taking it in her mouth. She continued to blow them, kneeling obediently on the cold, hard concrete floor and alternating between them after every minute or so. She thought that it would be over soon and that she could go back to a time when she didn’t feel such awfully twisted urges, but alas it was only just getting started.
They lifted their bulky jackets from their shoulders and tossed them onto the floor, quickly casting off their vests and shirts as well. Emma could only gaze up over the ridges of their stomachs as they stripped down, dreading the knowledge that she couldn’t stop them. At the same time, it made her hornier than she’d ever felt in her life. The complete lack of control left her quivering with anticipation, no matter how much she tried to silence her debased mind. They pushed their trousers and boxers down, kicking off their shoes to discard with the rest of their clothes. Then, they grabbed Emma by the arms and lifted her up to her feet, sandwiching her between them as they ran their hands all around her body. She didn’t want to look like she was enjoying it, but they could tell from the way she whimpered and clasped her bottom lip between her teeth. Sean crouched down and removed her shoes and trousers from her ankles while Mark unbuttoned her blouse. Within seconds, they had peeled the clothes from her flesh, leaving her standing naked with her hands still joined by the cuffs. Mark guided her over towards the bars and Sean tossed him the key from his jacket pocket. He released the left cuff just long enough to loop it around one of the black bars, snapping it over her wrist again. The air suddenly felt decidedly chilly in the cell, and it wasn’t just because she was naked.
Sean collected another item from his jacket and moved over to Emma and Mark, holding it in his hand with a devious grin on his face. It was a black CP ruler strap, consisting of a single length of thick black rubber measuring 17 inches in length and 1 inch across. The extra thick handle was held together with a pair of studs, giving it a strong, sturdy feel in the bearer’s hand. Mark walked around to the other side of the bars and poked his cock through the gap, nodding for Emma to bend down and continue sucking it. She did as she was told and bent over at the hips, sticking her tight, firm buttocks out behind her. She had no idea what Sean held in his hand, but she was about to find out in the most startling way imaginable. He stood behind her and swung it through the air, but before she could even register its deadly hum, she felt the intense crack of the rubber striking her clean across the ass. She squealed down the shaft of Mark’s rigid cock and stamped her feet on the floor, feeling a burst of pain so intense that it made her light-headed. The splintering agony of the first impact left a long, searing white scar on her already pasty flesh that continued to sting long after the rubber had bounced away. He struck her again, smacking the full length of the strap across her other cheek to add a second scorching brand to her skin. Again she tried in vain to stomp away the pain, putting every ounce of strength into stopping herself from biting down on Mark’s cock. She continued to suck it even as the overwhelming explosions of heat spread through her ass, only dissipating slightly before Sean unleashed another devastating crack of the rubber strap.
It went on for a while, slowly obliterating any trace of her usual pale complexion from her ass before moving down and doing the same to the back of her thighs. Sean’s sadistic tendencies seemed to know no bounds and the force that he put into each swing seemed to grow stronger every time. Tears had begun to well up and spill from Emma’s eye lids, dripping over her cheeks and seeping into her mouth around the sides of Mark’s cock. She could barely process what was happening to her and in a way, she didn’t want to as it would mean facing up to the fact that despite her agonising screams, she liked it. The pain hurt more than anything she’d ever experienced, but at the same time she felt oddly invigorated by it, as if she’d spent her entire life suppressing her truest desires without even realising. Now it was coming to the fore and all she could do was allow it to wash over her and sweep her up like a tidal wave. Sean stepped up behind her and held her by the hip as he aimed the tip of his cock between her trembling thighs. She spread them apart to accommodate him and groaned noisily through Mark’s cock as he split her pussy open and plunged his rock hard shaft inside her.
The handcuff chain grated around the metal bar in front of her as she rocked back and forth between them. With her ass reeling and unable to tolerate another hit, he dropped it to the floor and took her firmly by the hips to pound her from behind. His cock thrust in and out of her pussy, spreading the lips wide open around the sides of his shaft over and over again. Her perky tits jiggled beneath her chest as he fucked her, bouncing to and fro with every masterful thump of his hips colliding with her ass. The tormented drone of her voice was punctuated by the sound of their flesh smacking together. She could feel his shaft grinding against her g-spot, forcing one satisfied groan after another to erupt from her lips. They swapped over, allowing her to taste her own sweet nectar as she wrapped her lips around Sean’s cock. She sucked hungrily on it, licking up every drop of moisture and then doing the same after a few minutes as they exchanged places again. They continued to tag team her, taking it in turns to fuck each of her holes. Her head banged repeatedly against the bars as they rammed her from behind, but it only turned her on even more. Every degrading act and painful twinge made her clitoris throb harder and harder, driving her towards a blistering climax with every thrust of their magnificent cocks. She could hear the two of them grunting more and more aggressively as they spit-roasted her, impaling her body from both ends. She knew it would only be a matter of time before they came and the thought of taking their hot, milky loads inside her finally tipped her over the edge.
Her hips began to spasm violently with the onset of her orgasmic convulsions, sending waves of tingly warmth surging through every vein, muscle and bone in her body. She seized up repeatedly and panted breathlessly as the pleasure consumed every fibre of her being, leaving her thrashing and groaning in ecstasy between them. Her pussy contracted around Mark’s cock, massaging it enough to send him over the edge. It expanded inside her and spewed his thick, gooey white load all over the walls of her pussy, filling her up with his seed. She could feel the warmth of it accumulating inside her and then oozing out around the sides of his cock, prolonging her orgasm while Sean jerked off just inches from her face. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue to accept his load, smiling appreciatively as it spurted out and splashed around her mouth. She licked up every drop as it hit her lips, swallowing it and then sucking the excess from the head of his cock.
The men stepped away and watched as she twitched and shivered with her hands still bound to the bars. Part of them wanted to keep her there like a personal sex slave that they could call upon whenever they wanted. In her somewhat confused state of post-orgasmic bliss, she probably would have agreed to it, but they felt they had probably stretched the scope of their powers far enough already. They released her from the shackles and allowed her to get dressed. She didn’t say a word to them even though deep down she wanted to thank them for opening her eyes to her own sexuality. Her encounter with them that day had changed her life in a way that she couldn’t entirely appreciate right away. She had developed a taste for something she never even knew existed and she could hardly wait to explore her newfound desires further.