The Abuser

The Abuser

Driving down a quiet road tonight leaving my job at the strip club,
looking forward to going home and taking a relaxing hot bath, I’m in need of a good scrub
Since perverted old men enjoy putting their hands all over my assets while providing them with a lap dance.
At least I don’t’ have to follow a script during my dance and am allowed to freelance.
I make great money and enjoy a relaxing life that didn’t come about due to circumstance,
it happened because I wasn’t afraid to step out of my own shadow and take a chance
on myself that I’m sure through the eyes of judging others will be wrote off as melancholy happenstance.
Fuck them, my life is great besides missing a bit of romance,
and besides, these same judging assholes always come to me looking for a quick cash advance.
I’m financially set with a nice house and car all at the age of twenty-three.
Kiss my ass, kiss my feet, bow down and god damn worship me!

My attention is brought back to reality as red and blue lights begin to flash behind me.
A cop is right on my ass, I guess I must have been driving a little too carefree.
I quickly pull over hoping to get a quick ticket and get on with my night.
Hopefully he’s a nice cop and not one of them rude one’s who’s always pulling people over looking to start a fight.

The officer approaches my window; taps on it to indicate he wants me to roll it down.
I quickly roll it down and force a fake smile trying hard not to frown.
The officer asks me if I know why he has pulled me over.
I tell him I assume for speeding, apologize and tell him I should have been driving a bit slower.
The officer shines his flash light into my face and tells me speeding, and I crossed the center line some little ways back.
He tells me my eyes are red and my car has an odor that smells like I’ve been smoking crack.
I tell him I’ve just got off work and I’m not on any drugs or alcohol, that my eyes are red from being over tired.
He gives me a glare that tells me my answer came off as uninspired.
He asks me do I work since I’m getting off very late.
I tell him I work at the strip club and that my shift was supposed to end at eight
but a girl called in sick so I had to stay to cover for her.
I’m completely sober and just tired from a long day of work I reassure.

I officer asks to see my I.D.
He looks at it quickly then asks me to step out of the vehicle.
He leads me to the back of the car and has me lean against the trunk.
He asks me one more time if I’m on drugs or drunk,
then asks if he can search my car.
I have nothing to hide so I say yes trying not to act bizarre.

The officer begins searching my car starting in the front.
This is all a little bit extreme to be blunt.
He has no reason to suspect me of any wrong doing besides driving a little bit too fast.
Whatever, I’ll just play along with his stupid game and comply with every demand he asks.

A few minutes later the cop exits my car and approaches me carrying a bag filled with a white substance.
He tells me he found a bag of cocaine in my car and that I’m busted.
“Bullshit!”  I yell, “I have never done cocaine in my life, you planted that bag in my car!
Hell, the only drug I’ve ever done was some weed in the bathroom of some run-down bar.”

The cop, now angry, grabs and twists my arm turning my body around so I’m facing the trunk of my car.
He forces my head down hard onto the trunk and whispers into my ear, “you’re lucky I don’t light up a cigar,
and place it against that pretty check of yours until it’s nice and burned.
So, here’s a lesson you need to learn,
never, and I repeat never accuse a cop of planting drugs on you.
You are in a world of shit right now and your future is not looking good,
So if you want to get out of this with your freedom intact, play along with my game and I’ll let you out of my neighborhood.”

The cop places his one of his hands on my ass and begins to feel it up.
He tells me I have a fantastic body and can get out of this mess by exploiting my goods.
“I know a quiet place we can go to where you can use your dirty holes to pay off this debt you find yourself in.
You’re in for a treat yourself, I still have my foreskin,
And have a nice 8-inch mass that knows how to please you like a man and not like the little boys I’m sure you’re use to fucking.
So how about we go to this quiet place I know and you can start this session off with some sucking.”

I tell the officer I’ll do what he wants.
I just have to keep my cool and act nonchalance.
The cop laughs and smiles and says we are going to do this his way.
He tells me finding me tonight has really made his day.
He places his cuffs on me and leads me to his patrol car,
where he places me in the back seat next to an acoustic guitar.
He tells me the place he knows is just a few minutes away,
so, it will only be a short period of time before we can begin our play.
I tell him that’s great news, because between you and I, the sooner I’m out of this situation, the better,
then I can begin my own endeavor.
I’m going to go after him for what he’s doing to me here tonight.
Abusing your power, regardless of your positon is so not right.
He has way too much confidence that he will get away with this that leads me to believe this is not the first time he has done this.
I’m sure, most if not every night while on patrol, he pulls over a young unsuspecting girl, sets her up and forces her legs to do the splits.
They are raped and probably too terrified to ever speak up.
Well I’m not terrified; I will have my revenge.
Go ahead set me up with a bag of cocaine, use that advantage to rape me, but in the end, I will be the one laughing at your trail,
as I testify against you so you are locked away forever for your heinous crimes!
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The patrol car pulls up and parks in front of a dark, seemingly abandoned house.
The officer was right, it only took a few minutes, all the while he ran his mouth off about the sex I was about to experience with him while I remained as quiet as a mouse.
The officer gets out of the car and walks to the back of the car where I’m located.
He opens the door, guides me out still in cuffs and tells me not to be afraid.
I’m not afraid you bastard, just upset a man of the law would do such a horrible thing to an innocent person.
I hope once exposed to the light of the world, the knowledge the world will have of your misdeeds will cause you a great burden.
I hope you suffer greatly for your perversions,
and suffer so dearly that not even the holiest of sermons
will be able to soothe your heart and end the hurting.
What you plan to do to me certainly leaves my heart burning.
One thing is certain.
Contrary to what you believe, I’m not so inclined towards introversion,
And after I expose you, my actions will be viewed as a public service.

With the officer pushing me along, we make our way to the front of the house where I notice and house has been sealed off with police tape.
Wait…I know this place, it’s been on the news, the sick fuck is taking me here to carry out his rape?

The officer takes out a key and opens the front door to let us in.
Once inside, I notice him supporting the largest of grins.

“I know whose house this is officer…I’m sorry I didn’t even get your name.”

“And my name you won’t get and if you think you’re so smart, then whose house is this?”

“This house belongs to Chris Morris, the man who took two young girls prisoner and raped them repeatedly.
And you brought me to his house to carry out your own rape, do you always act so conceitedly?”

“I brought you here because the house is closed off and no one will discover us here.
It’s a good place to go to if you just want to disappear.”

“Speaking of this house did you guys ever find this Chris Morris?”

The officer walks into the kitchen intentionally ignoring my question.
He opens the refrigerator and cracks open a beer as I await his confession.
He walks up to me and stares into my eyes with a blank, soulless expression.
I’m not sure if he’s about to act calm or explode on me in a fit of aggression.
He’s staring into my soul and sipping on his beer like I’m his obsession.
This prick sure decided on the wrong profession.
He should have gotten into porn and acted out some rape fantasies if this is his thing.
He does have a huge ego, likes to be in control and probably views himself as a king.
I wonder what he would enjoy more, pressing his lips against mine and kissing,
or by being a sick fuck by placing me on my knees with my mouth open with him above me pissing.

He finally speaks, “We will find Chris Morris, don’t you worry about that.”

“I don’t understand, how did you guys managed to find the two girls but lose the suspect?
You should have had someone tailing him constantly to make sure he didn’t go unchecked.”

“He wasn’t here when we discovered the girls and he hasn’t been seen since.
If you ask me, he probably fled and country and is now hanging out in some shit hole place like Port-au-Prince.
Enough of your questions, now we are going to start this session off with me snorting a line of cocaine off of your ass.”

“So it was your cocaine?”

“Of course it’s mine, it’s my dark secret, besides taking advantage of hot young women.
Now let’s go see how good your pussy is since it is the way you make your living.”

“I’m not a prost…”

The officer slaps me and pushes me forward towards the master bedroom where I’m sure Chris had his share of fun.
How I wish I could make a break for it and run.
The officer forces me into the bedroom where he pushes me violently onto the bed.
He laughs and tells me I’m about to be bred.
He uncuffs me just long enough to turn me onto my stomach and re cuff me to the bed posts so I have no way to escape.
He pulls my leggings down and off of me and tells me my ass is in perfect shape.

He begins licking my ass checks while rubbing his fingers against my pussy before removing my thong with his teeth.
He moans softly to himself at the sight of my naked bottom and takes a deep breath.
He takes out his bag of cocaine and lies out a line on my naked ass.
He at least could have provided me with some high-quality grass
so we would both be on the same level for this encounter.
I guess he only cares about himself and having his way with my precious flower.

The officer places his nose on my ass and sniffs the line of cocaine up as fast as he possibly can.
He shoots up quickly and yells “Whooooo!!!!!” Pleased that everything is going to plan.
He tells me he wants one more line so he places another on my ass and sniffs that one up as well as quickly as possible,
all the while I remain cuffed to the bed acting docile.

The officer gets behind me and begins licking my smooth pussy with his tongue.
He has to be in his mid to late 40’s but he likes his women young.
He sticks his tongue all the way inside me and begins tongue fucking me over and over again.
He mumbles, “you taste so good I want to take you and get married to you in Spain.”

For what seems like 20 minutes he goes to town licking and tongue fucking me.
All I can think about is how I want to kill him and dispose of his body in the sea.
Now tiring of eating me, he pulls his tongue out of my pussy and puts yet another line of cocaine on my ass.
This man truly has no class.
He snorts the third line just as quickly as the first two,
Then climbs up onto the bed and whispers into my ear that he’s ready to turn my pussy black and blue.

The officer takes off all of his clothes then mounts me from behind.
I hope I don’t get pregnant, is all that’s going through my mind.
I’m not on birth control and he plans on finishing deep inside me.
If only there was a way to break myself free.

The officer now rock hard shoves his eight-inch dick violently inside me.
I let out a loud, pain filled moan as he lets out a laugh in flee.
He tells me I’m super tight and feel great as he begins to bred me harder and faster with each thrust.
This is why police are so easy to mistrust.
They can’t follow the laws they are sworn to follow and protect.
Not all are bad but most are, I know I’m correct.

After a few minutes of increasingly violent thrusting, the officer stops fucking and tells me he’s in trouble.
Without warning, he falls off of the bed and lies motionless on the floor.
The fucker just overdosed and died on cocaine.
That’s what he gets for not using his brain,
However, I’m still cuffed to the bed with no way to break free.
No one is around to even hear my pleas.
Not a single living soul knows I’m trapped in this house.
No one at work will even know I’m missing until tomorrow night but will have no one of discovering my whereabouts.

HOW THE FUCK DO I GET OUT OF HERE!
I’M GOING TO FUCKING DIE HERE!
WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS?
THIS IS THE ONLY FUCKING SCENARIO WORSE THAN BEING RAPED.
I’m stuck here…
I’m stuck here…