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Why Me? Part 4
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Why Me? Part 4
By Zoned
Well, this was a hell of pinch I got myself into. The officer
started his cruiser and pulled out of the parking lot of the
McDonald's and started his lecture. "First, son, you shouldn't go
out in public dressed like that and expect people to treat you
normally. Second, you can't prostitute yourself and expect not to
get arrested, in today's age that's probably the least of your
risks you should worry about. And I don't care if you've got a
cock or a cunt between your legs, looking like you do you're a
rapists wet dream. And when you get put in the can around those
other bad guys, there going to love having something dressed like
you behind bars with them. Son, if you wanted to suck cock, your
going to get more than you can handle in the holding cell, let me
tell you. And dressed like that and being from Maryland, I'm sure
the hearing officer is going to think twice about letting you
back out on the streets anytime soon, so you probably are going
to have more 'fun' in jail that you ever imagined,
hahahahahahaha" he said as he continued talking "Mr. Thompson
said that you gave a pretty good blowjob so maybe you'll be able
to keep them out of your ass, but I wouldn't count on it.
hahahahahaha".
I took the opportunity to try to defend myself again, thinking
that going to jail dressed and looking like I did wasn't a very
good option, saying, "Officer, what I said was true, I didn't go
in that restroom to give that man a blow job, I went in there to
piss and go back to my mistress and her sister. Please sir, if
there were anything I could do to change what happened I would
have but I'm just trying to keep myself out of trouble with my
mistress. If there is anything I could say," and thinking of
taking a different turn, "'or do' to make you change your mind
about arresting me, I would. I have no modesty or pride left, is
there anything I can do to make you forget this situation?" I
realized what I was offering and I also realized that I had
lowered myself to what I consider to be subhuman, a dredge of
society, but at the same time I held my breath waiting for the
officer to respond to my offer.
The officer seemed to laugh more as he took a turn down an alley.
At the end of the alley, he pulled in front of an open garage
door saying, "Anything huh, do you know what you are offering?".
I gulped and responded, "Yes sir" as tears started to come to my
eyes. He pulled into the open garage door and the door closed
behind us, although I saw him do nothing to cause the door to
close. I looked around and saw a concrete block garage of sorts
with another uniformed black officer walking up to the car as the
driver got out and came to the back door. He opened it and
asked, "Anything? hahahahaha". I just groaned as I climbed out
of the car and stood beside him, still in handcuffs.
The officer repeated, "Anything?" in a louder tone and I mumbled,
"yes sir".
The officer looked at the black officer, and said, "Will this do,
I understand it gives good blowjobs". The black officer said,
"It, what's with this it shit, that's a fine looking piece of ass
you got there Daveyboy". The white officer said, "It's a guy,
dressed up like a girl, sorry, it's all I could do on such short
notice. I didn't know it was a guy until I got him in cuffs.
Will he do for the time being?". I just looked at the two
officers and thought, 'what have I got myself into now, I guess
jail dressed like this would be worse'. The black officer said,
"Gives a good blowjob huh, well let's see. If he doesn't than you
can take him in and let the guys in lockup teach him the right
way, hahahahaha". With that he unzipped his pants and pulled out
his jet black cock which looked like a thick sausage even when
limp.
"Suck it bitch" was the only instruction and I dropped to my
knees and started licking the head. As the cock started to
harden and I started to put the head in my mouth the officer
started rubbing the back of my head and gently pulling it forward
into his hardening cock. As I kept my eyes closed and tried to
concentrate on pleasing the cock in my mouth, the cockhead grew
bigger than I realized a cock could. As the head started to
swell, I felt it pushing harder against my mouth do the cock
attached to it lengthening to an unbelievable size. I tried to
pull my head back but was restricted by the large black officers
hands on the back of my head. With my hands in cuffs behind me,
there wasn't anything I could do but to try and get this over
with as quickly as possible. I closed my lips tightly around the
cockhead, which filled my mouth and pressed against my gullet at
the entrance to my throat and started to suck, using my tongue on
the underside of the cock head.
As the officer started to pull my head into the extremely long
cock, the enormous (no exaggeration) cock head pressed against my
throat and finally passed the point of no return. I successfully
fought the gag reflex and tried to swallow, which I knew was
pleasurable to the owner of the cock due to his remark, "Yea,
bitch, suck my monster cock real good there. That tight throat
feels real good there honey." With that he started to pull my
head back and forth, essentially using my mouth, lips, tongue and
throat as a masturbation device. As he picked up speed and the
large cockhead repeated pounded and against and through my throat
opening, I gave up on sucking him and just kept my lips as tight
as possible on his cock shaft, using my tongue to rub the bottom
on his cock and trying to synchronize my breathing through my
nose to keep air going to my lungs. After about five strokes, I
thought I had 'mastered' the gag reflex thing but as soon as I
changed my concentration to my breathing, I felt myself gagging
on the large cock head. The black officer laughed, saying,
"Can't handle it, huh, bitch. I'll just be a few more minutes"
and he started pounding the cock into my throat, not even backing
out of the entrance, effectively stopping air from getting to my
lungs. I tried hold my breath as the pounding became more and
more rapid and suddenly he pulled hard against my head, pulling
his entire cock (I guess it was about 11 inches long) into my
mouth and throat.
My jaws were aching from being stretched to unbelievable limits
for so long of a time but this pain was nothing compared to the
pain in my throat. I didn't even feel the sperm being shot into
my lower throat but my sudden need to vomit and cough was
impossible to fight. I started shaking my head and pulling back
from the cock as I could feel the vomit coming up my throat. The
officer allowed me to retract off of his cock and I pulled away
as his sperm splashed me on the side of my face as his cock left
my mouth. I turned to my left and subsequently vomited my
stomachs contents onto the concrete floor. As I was emptying my
stomach I realized that my throat felt like it was on fire and
the faintly heard the officers laughing.
I was on my knees, dry hacking through a very sore throat,
dressed "to kill" in a white short leather dress and low cut
leather top, fake tits glued to my chest, high high heeled shoes
and handcuffs when I saw the flash of light to my side. I turned
and (again) heard the distinct noise of a Polaroid camera
ejecting a photo. All I could think was 'Not again'. The White
officer addressed me, "Just a little additional warranty,
combined with the prostitution charge, to ensure you keep your
mouth shut. We have you home address in Maryland and we will be
keeping that little prostitution charge in abeyance unless you
give us reason to do otherwise. I called information and found
your phone number too, so I or we may be calling you in the
future if we decide we need anything, ok bitch". All I could
think of was 'What choice to I have' before answering, "Yes Sir".
The officer continued, "Very good, now when we call we'll ask for
you, Bill, and the if you hear the person on the other end say,
'Saskachawan', then you know that you will have to do whatever
they say, is that understood bitch?". "Yes Sir" was my reply as
I realized that speaking was becoming a task with my sore throat.
As I turned to my right, I noticed that the black officer was
nowhere to be seen and the white officer approached me and
unlocked my handcuffs. As I rose, I again realized the
unsteadiness of the high heels and in my weakened state, the
unsteadiness became worse. I rapidly wobbled over to a concrete
wall a few feet away and steadied myself. The officer brought me
my purse and told me, "Honey, your on your own. You friends were
heading to the station house which is four blocks to your right
off of the alley and another three blocks on your left.
Remember, if we have any problems with you, we can still press
these charges and now we have a photograph to support the
charge".
After making the last statement, the officer walked to the front
of the "garage" and opened the garage doors via a button to the
right. I saw that I was expected to leave to I tried to
straighten my outfit and brush off my knees as I flexed my leg
muscles to try and get my high heel legs back. The officer said,
"Go ahead bitch, get out of here or I will take you in". With
that statement I started walking gingerly towards the open garage
door. I exited the garage without even looking at the laughing
officer. I kept swallowing to try and sooth my throat that felt
sore and acrid after the deep throat and vomiting. The first
thing I needed was something to drink so I walked out the short
alley and turned right to look for a restaurant or store.
The pedestrian traffic was rather light, considering it was mid
afternoon on a Friday but the people I did encounter seemed to
look at me funny and avoided me. I didn't know what was
different but thought that I better find a mirror to check myself
out. I saw a gas station a block ahead and thought that it would
be a place to clean up and get a drink. I tried to hurry to the
gas station but quickly realized that hurrying was not practical
in the heels so I just steadily headed for it. The other people
on the sidewalk were still giving me funny looks and avoiding me
as I finally got to the gas station. I reached into my purse to
look for some change for a soda and found none so I took a twenty
dollar bill I keep stashed away in a side compartment of my
wallet and approached the cashier. The cashier wasn't paying
attention as I approached and asked for change for a twenty keys
to the bathroom. When he looked around at me his eyes grew in
size, I had forgotten how I was dressed and my male voice seemed
to surprise him from my appearance. He started talking in an
aggressive tone saying, "We don't cater to freaks like you, get
out of here before I call the cops." and then quizzically asked,
"What's that shit on the side of your face?, Oh god, you fucking
faggot, get the hell out of here. We don't want you on the
property." With the last question, I faintly remembered the
spray of sperm on the side of my face and as I reached my right
hand up to my cheek, I encountered alot of sperm on the side of
my face. It had somewhat solidified over about half of my cheek
all the way from my temple to my jaw.
My mind's first reply was to try and talk the man into giving me
the change at least but as he pulled a baseball bat out from
under the counter and started for the door of the booth, I
decided that leaving was probably a good idea. I kept my right
hand over my cheek as I moved as fast as I could in the heels
back towards the street. The calls, "And never come back you
fucking freaking faggot" arose behind me as I made it to the
sidewalk. A group of four hard hatted workers were working on a
pothole in front of the station and one of them yelled to the
others, "Faggot alert, let's have some head bashing fun boys".
The four headed for me as I started walking faster down the
street. A call from the direction of the gas station, "Get you
asses back to work, I ain't paying you to lally gag around"
seemed to set the hard hats back to their tasked, and probably
saved me from a beating. All I could say was "OK Billy, fuck
this guy acting shit. Act and talk like a girl and you will get
further. A liquor store a half block up was my next objective.
I entered the liquor store thinking 'How can woman wear these
fucking shoes all the time' and started looking around the store.
I went to the refrigerated section and found a large bottle of
spring water and headed for the checkout. I added a small
package of tissues and Scope at the checkout and approached the
cashier. He rung up the merchandise and said, "Five eighteen"
without even looking at me. I handed him my clutched twenty and
received the change without opening my mouth and looked around
the store for a restroom. I noticed a makeshift bar/backroom
towards the back of the store and headed in that direction. As I
approached the backroom, which had three older men sitting at a
table with a bottle of Vodka in the middle and cards being dealt,
I thought about how this all got started, and thought 'Just
because I wanted to see Ruthie's body and have some fun with her,
now look at me'. There were two bathrooms at the back of this
room, one marked 'Guys' and the other 'Gals'. I instinctively
headed for the 'Guys' restroom but realized the situation I was
in and changed to the 'Gals' room. I entered a small restroom
and closed and locked the door. As I looked in the mirror, I saw
why people were looking at me, the black officer had emitted an
enormous amount of sperm that had almost covered my right cheek.
I wetted a paper towel and started to rub the shit off of my face
but quickly realized that the makeup and rouge (if that's what
they call this stuff) was coming off with the hard scrubbing so I
started using light rubbing and warmer water and this seemed to
preserve more of the existing makeup on my face. As I looked at
myself in the mirror, I still saw me with a wig and makeup and
couldn't see how anyone could mistake me for a girl. After
getting cleaned up and drinking some water and gargling, my
appearance seemed somewhat normal, if anyone could consider this
normal, and my throat wasn't hurting and burning quite as bad.
After one more swig off of the spring water, I threw everything
except the tissues, which I put in my purse, in the trash can and
collected myself and walked back out the door.
As I exited the store and looked around the get my bearings. I
was scared because I was getting used to this abuse and it wasn't
bothering me as much as I knew it should, I should be a nervous
wreck by now, but instead I just wanted to get to the Police
Station and Ruth and Diane. I figured I had walked about two
blocks so I headed back up the sidewalk. The other pedestrians
weren't avoiding me anymore, which was good; but the male
pedestrians were ogling me, which was not good. As I walked the
next two blocks, starting to get cramps in the calves and thighs
of my legs from these ridiculous shoes, I noticed a sign that
said 'Police' with an arrow to the left. Three more blocks and
I'd be there so I quickened my pace to the maximum allowed with
these shoes on and tried to ignore the complaints of my feet and
legs.
As I approached the Police station, I noticed Diane's Thunderbird
in the parking lot, although it seemed to be empty. With a sigh
of relief, that there was a friend (if you could call Ruth and
Diane that) within reach, I headed for the front door of the
Police Station. As I entered through the doors, I surveyed the
waiting room in front of me. The room was rather full with some
'odd' looking people, the observing of who would have interested
me in another situation, but my focus was for Ruth and Diane who
I spotted standing over in a corner talking to an officer who had
his back to me. As I approached, Ruth called out, "There's our
lost soul, come on over Billy and meet our new friend",
indicating the officer. As the officer turned to face me, I saw
that it was the same officer who had 'arrested' me earlier in the
day. Ruth turned to the officer saying, "We will be talking to
you later" and then came to me with Diane in tow, took my hand
and we left the station house. Without incident, or any talking,
we got in Diane's T-bird, me in the middle with both girls on
each side as Diane left the parking lot.
Once we were on the road, Ruth started with, "You had us scared
there Billy, I'm sure glad you figured a way out of that mess" to
which I replied, "I don't want to talk about it, OK?". Diane
spoke up saying, "But we want to here all the gory details,
couldn't you humor us a little, I'm sure that you wouldn't want
to walk and hitchhike home dressed like that. Hahahahahaha". I
looked and Diane and shook my head and kept quiet. Diane asked,
"Well, what's it going to be, walk or talk?". I said, "You've
got to be kidding, do you have any idea what I have been through
in the last couple of hours?", "No, that's what we want you to
tell us. We have the basics from Officer Grant but we want the
juicy details" was Dianes reply.
"Let's just go home and then I'll tell you about it, ok. I'm
tired and my legs are killing me. Please." I said as Diane
turned the corner and pulled up to the curb. Ruth spoke now,
"One more stop, then were going home Billy. Get out". I exited
after Ruth on the passenger side and Diane stayed in the car,
beside the fire hydrant. We walked up the sidewalk about half a
block and came to a storefront, 'Pleasure Toys, for the
discriminating adult" was the sign on the door. As Ruth opened
the door, all I could think was 'Here we go again'.
We entered the store and Ruth said, "We need to make it quick,
before the cops come and our ride has to move". I looked around
the store and couldn't beleive the 'items' on the shelves, hung
on the walls and in the glass case infront of the register.
There were rubber and metal cocks, odd looking devices, and
equipment. Some clothing on the back shelf and leathery things
on the back wall were where Ruth initially headed and I followed.
She reached up high and pulled down four 2 inch leather straps
with some kind of buckle on them and an odd looking leather whip
like device with many knotted strands coming off of a handle that
started small, about 1" in diameter, where the strands attached
but enlarged to what looked like 2 1/2" in diameter at the end
topped with a 3 1/2" leather ball. The handle was made of
strapped leather and looked dangerous. She also picked up a two
foot long rod with a one inch wide and three inch long hard
rubber 'flap' mounted on the end. She handed these items to me
and started walking looking at a rack of 'clothes' near the wall.
The 'clothes', if you could call them that, were acutally black
rubber looking 'panties' with rubber-like cocks attached to the
front. She started looking at sizes, I didn't know if she was
looking at the cock sized or panty sizes, and I couldn't figure
out why I would need to wear something like that, I already had a
cock. She chose two of them and handed them to me. I glanced at
them real quick, the smaller pair had a very long and thick
'cock" attached to it while the bigger pair had a more normal
sized 'cock' attached while inside of the panties was some type
of hardened rubber device that epanded where the cock was
attached and a softening rubber piece that went down toward the
crotch.
A loud cough broke my attention from the panties, if you could
call them that, and I looked up to see an irritated Ruth looking
at me and standing along the sidewall. I walked to her and she
had three things in her hands which she handed to me. My hands
were rapidly filling but she moved off to the glass case in front
of the cashier who suddenly had taken a definite interest in us.
She asked if she could see a couple of items and pointed them out
to the cashier. The cashier extracted the items from the case
and handed them to Ruth. One was simply a round, rubbery
looking, ring and the other was a small bottle of something.
"Ok, we'll take both of these and a tube of that heat lotion,
too" was Ruth's remarks as she but the items on the counter. She
glanced at me, saying "Pay the man Billy" as she headed out of
the store.
I placed the items I had in my hands on the counter finally
getting a chance to see the pictures and the names of the boxes
that Ruth had last handed me. A suction dildo, a anal plug, and
an extra large vibrating butt plug were the names and the
pictures took my breath away. Up to this point, the only thing
actually 'attacked' by Ruth were my pride and my mouth. I never
thought about my asshole but Ruth obviously had. The cashier
rang the merchandise up and said, "One sixty seven eighty five,
will that be cash or charge mam". I thought what the fuck and
answered in my natural voice, "Charge" as I dug the charge card
out of my purse. The male cashier laughed as he took the charge
card and completed the transaction. He bagged up the merchandise
and handed it all to me laughingly saying, "Have a good day sir".
I exited the store and started walking down the block to where
Diane was parked. Ruth was standing beside the passenger door
and opened it as I approached. We seated ourselves and we were
on our way back to Ruth's apartment. "What is all this stuff
for?" I asked until Ruth replied quite adamantly, "From now on,
don't speak unless your spoken too, understand?". "Yes Mam" was
my only reply. The rest of the trip back to the apartment was
quiet except for an occasional giggle by Diane as she looked at
me.
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