Maggie’s Slutty Reality Ch. 3.2

“Now turn around and remove the shirt,” a firm command from the officer continuing his search.

“Please don’t make me do this, I just want to go home,” I turned around putting my hands over my crotch as if I was naked instead of the much worse chastity belt being shown off.

He grabbed the front of my shirt and nearly lifted me off of the ground by the fabric alone raising me to my toes, “either you remove it, or I rip it off, cuff you and take you down to the station for indecent exposure.”

“I’ll tell them the truth, I’ll let them know what you did!”

“But by then, you’ll be walked around, completely exposed, with that thing on and everyone around town will know all about you.”

“I, I’ll, you’ll,” he had me and I had no idea what to say in my defense and the low vibrations were making it harder and harder to concentrate even if there was some kind of oral defense that I could have said.

He let me go and I stumbled backwards until the car was once again holding me up. I lowered my head in defeat knowing that I was either going to be exposed to him or god knows how many others if he did take me in. I decided to stop delaying the inevitable and reached down to the bottom of my shirt, grabbing it and quickly raising it up over my head and off of my arms, tossing it at him in anger and shame, crossing my arms over my chest after I did. I hated it, I hated this, this was everything I was trying to avoid, but here it was all over again, cornered and controlled with no way out.

I looked up to see him just standing there, staring at me, scanning every inch of my body like he was trying to memorize every inch of it probably to jack off to it later. Then a smirk appeared on his face and a cold sweat came over me as I worried about what he was thinking about.

“Now the, whatever that is you’re wearing.”

“I can’t, it’s, it’s locked into place,” I blushed, admitting that I was doing something so perverted, so openly.

“You what? You can’t possibly have me believe you locked that inside you and don’t have the key on you.”

He stepped closer to me and squatted down to take a closer look since he was so much taller than me and was nearly eye level with my waist as he took a detailed look at the belt. He toyed with the lock trying to pull it off but all he managed to do was stir up the toys inside of me, rocking them back and forth into my holes.

“Mmph, please, please, that’s not going to work,” I tried to plead as his actions were just making it that much harder to keep in control of my body.

He knew it wasn’t as his frustrations became apparent as he gave up trying to undo the lock and decided to just try to pull the belt off completely by sheer force. He grabbed both sides of the belt like handles and tried desperately to pull them down my legs, but with each pull the belt would just tighten around his finger and my waist. Pulling and tugging up and down, the thick leather scrapping against my skin, the dildos in my pussy and ass stirring around as I felt like a rag doll being manhandled by her panties. The worse part was the strap that ran over my ass was slowly being wedged up higher between my ass cheeks and seam around the dildo in my pussy was rubbing up against my clit and outer lips that it was adding a whole new level of intensity that I wasn’t prepared for.

“Mmm, please stop, mmmm, please,” my legs began shaking uncontrollably as my knees were now without question noticeably buckling and my full weight was now only being held up by his hands that were holding the sides of the belt.

“Fuck!” his yelled out, his frustration peaking as he let go of the belt and stood back up as I dropped to my knees unable to hold myself up any longer.

I then heard the unmistakable sound of a belt being undone, followed by his utility belt being laid on the grass and then sound of a zipper being pulled down only to look up in time to see his cock, hard and angry in front of my face. He gave me no time to react as he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock past my lips into my mouth as far in as it could go. Being so used to taking it so deep by now, it no longer hurt or made me gag which was the only solace that I could take out of it and yet added to my embarrassment that I had become this good at deep throating. This wasn’t turning me on, I wasn’t getting anything out of this, I was being thoroughly used by someone I completely despised

“Mmmm,” without warning, the vibrators came fully back to life as if they wanted to humiliate me more, “oh god, mmmm, god.”

Muffled words around the cock in my mouth, moans that he could obviously both hear and feel as he began face fucking me with both hands behind my head, grabbing my hair and using me. I couldn’t move my head, I couldn’t really look anywhere but the view in front of me of pants, open zipper and a pale shaft through it as it kept going back and forth, further away than instantly closer over and over again. I tried to focus on anything else, anything to stop me from moaning, to take my mind off of the meat using my mouth, but it was nearly impossible.

“Innocent angel my ass, I can hear you getting off on this you little slut,” he said with a light slap on the right side of my face.