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ActionsComments Share DownloadWork HeaderRating:ExplicitArchive Warnings:Rape/Non-ConUnderageCategory:F/MFandom:Original WorkRelationship:You/Original CharacterAdditional Tags:Reader-InsertUnderage Rape/Non-conRealisticExtremely UnderagePolicePedophiliaPOV Second PersonLanguage:EnglishSeries:← Previous Work Part 2 of chupa's candy shopStats:Published:2024-07-19Updated:2024-07-19Words:3,098Chapters:1/2Comments:3Kudos:18Bookmarks:1Hits:1,291Pulled OverhardcandyasmrSummary:You're a crooked cop who pulls over a mother and her 8 year old daughter in the middle of the night on a desolate stretch of the interstate, and you can do whatever you want to them.
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Chapter 1: MommyChapter TextYou turn your body camera off and it lets out two shrill beeps. You wait out the buffer, three minutes just to be safe. There was a cop who got caught grabbing a dead chick's tit when he thought his camera wasn't running, guess nobody tipped him off that they record about a minute before and after they're turned on or off. You count the minutes away, bouncing your leg in the foot-well of your cruiser with a nervous kind of energy. It's been a long, boring shift at the speed trap. The sun went down hours ago and a car only goes by once every forty five minutes at most, you're not sure who they're expecting you to be catching.
At least the overtime is good.
You pull out your phone now that the coast is clear and start digging through your local files. The clock says two minutes past midnight and you're so bored you could shove your service pistol down your throat. It wouldn't be so bad if there was cell reception out here, you could pass the time on YouTube or Facebook, but nope. No such luxury out here in the boonies.
You find the folder you're looking for and pop your phone into the dashboard mount, turning it sideways to get the video to play in full screen.
You glance over your shoulder just to double check there's no one in the back seat, an irrational thought, but you can't be too careful about this. Your heart is beating fast in your chest.
You're already hard.
You loosen your belt and work your fly open, reaching into your pants and hissing as you tug your dick out of your underwear and squeeze it in your fist, shivering and the feel of it resting in your palm. You're huge and heavy and you drag your hand down to the head, your eyes slipping closed for a second. This is the best way for a cop to pass the time.
You lift your hips and fuck the tight ring of your fist and focus up on your phone. It's paused at the beginning of a video and you reach out and tap the screen with your free hand.
It starts. There's a little girl lying naked on the bed, maybe four or five, basically still a toddler. Some sick fuck has written RAPE ME on her stomach in black sharpie with an arrow pointed at her hairless cunt. The camera shakes and wobbles as the man filming drags the lens up and down her body, focusing on her face, her chest, he reaches between her legs and spreads her pussy lips with his fingers and zooms in.
"Fucking right," you hiss, jerking yourself off to her little pussy. An IT buddy of yours at the precinct swiped this off of some pedo's confiscated laptop. He had terabytes of kiddie porn on there, everything you could want. Call it a perk of the job.
You watch as the guy finally pulls his cock out. It's not as big as yours, god, you could really fuck that girl, but any cock is big when you're putting it between a five year old's legs. He butts the head against her pussy, spitting on it and smearing the spit around. It looks so good and your balls ache, you wish you were him, you wish you were there.
"Fuck her," you grunt, loud, fucking your fist hard and imagining its a little girl, "fuck her baby pussy, shove it in, c'mon, shove your cock in her-"
He does it. He holds the little girl down on the bed and shoves his cock inside her. The man moans and the girl screams and you reach out with a shaking hand to turn the volume up. You love that sound. You wonder what she sounded like the first time he fucked her, you wonder where she is now, how old she is, if she still thinks about the man with the video camera who wrote RAPE ME on her tummy when she was just a little girl.
"Get it, get it, fuckin' rape that little bitch-" you moan, panting, leaning forward in your seat and beating the head of your cock against the steering wheel. Usually you'd draw this out, get through as many videos and pictures as you can before you finally blow your load. But you're in a dangerous mood tonight, your adrenaline is high and you feel unstable. You're jerking your fat cock to child porn and all you can think about is how you want it for real, you want to feel it for real, you want to be the one making the little girl scream as you pump your cum deep inside her.
The man in the video is fucking her so hard, the way you wish you could and it's driving you crazy. You're burning up, your balls are heavy and your cock is so hard it hurts. You pause the video, it's a POV shot of the man's dick disappearing into the little girl's pussy and you fumble the phone out of its cradle. You bring it next to your own cock, holding it beside the video, imagining what you'd look like inside her, wondering how much of you she could take before she broke.
Headlights flash in your rear view mirror and your heart stops, you drop your phone and your monster cock twitches heavily between your thighs. A car goes roaring past you, shaking your cruiser where you're parked on the side of the road. You see, for a split second, a little girl in the backseat looking out the window at you. Then the car is gone, its tail lights glowing red in the dark night as it drives away.
Speeding.
You let go of your cock and shift out of park, tearing onto the road with your wheels spinning in loose gravel. A speeder!
You put all that adrenaline into a short chase, bearing down on the accelerator hard and only realizing after you caught up with her that your lights aren't even on. You jab the button and flash the car, your siren whoop-whooping loudly as the night lights up red then blue then red then blue. The girl in the backseat twists all the way around and stares at you through the rear window and you reach between your legs to stroke your cock, following the car onto the shoulder and coming to a stop behind it.
She isn't wearing a seat belt. You look her in the eye and jerk yourself off, your heart pounding in your ears. She looks young, maybe nine or ten, white, blonde or light brown hair but it's hard to tell with your lights on. You could sit here until you're finished, jacking off while looking her in the eye. It's close to what you really want, but not close enough. This is the same kind of thrill you get when you jerk off in your brother's pool while his daughters swim, unaware. It's good but it's not enough and in the back of your head you're already coming up with a plan.
You try to stuff your cock back inside your pants but it's not easy. You settle for taking your belt off and doing up the zipper as much as you can. The head is still peaking out and you lick your fingers and the rub them over the tip, sighing deep. Whoever you pulled over must be really shaking in their boots by now, let them sweat it out for a little bit, as far as they know you're running their plates not playing with your dick and thinking about the little girl in their backseat. You give it another couple minutes, thinking through your options carefully. The dash cam can see their entire car, so if you want to do anything it'll have to be off to the side of the road where the camera can't see.
You open your cruiser door and haul yourself out into the night air. It's warm, but not too warm, and the sky is pitch black and full of stars. The trees on either side of the road are tall and dark and the grass is high beneath them. You slowly walk to the driver's side of the speeder you just caught.
You peer into the window and are excited to see a young woman. Her eyes are wide with fear and she has heavy bags lining her otherwise perfect face. You rub your thumb over the head of your cock down where she can't see, and motion for her to roll her window down.
"You know how fast you were going?" You ask and the young woman shakes her head no, she has her hands on the wheel at 10 and 2 and her back completely straight. She's terrified. "I clocked you going 108, ma'am, that's excessive speeding."
You're lying, you were too busy jacking your cock to child porn to check the speed gun when she went by.
"I wasn't-" she starts to say but you slam your hand down on the roof of the car to shut her up. She jumps in her seat at the loud noise.
"That's a felony in California, ma'am, I'm gonna need to see your license and registration please," you stare her down, one hand on her roof and the other still rubbing the head of your cock. She leans over to her glovebox and fumbles it open, digging through a mess of papers looking for her registration. While she's occupied you lean down and peer into the backseat.
"Hey, little miss," you say, flashing your teeth at her. The little girl looks tired, her long hair messy and her eyelids drooping. Now that you're seeing her up close she looks even younger, maybe closer to 8.
"Is my momma goin to jail?" She asks quietly and you smile bigger and push your head through the window, taking a long sniff.
"Uh oh… maybe she is, sweet pea, I think I smell marijuana smoke in here," you lie again, the mother straightens up with her wallet and registration papers crinkling in her fists.
"What! No! Wh- why would you say that?" She says, her voice breathless and shrill and you reach through the open window and unlock her door, she tries to stop you from opening it but she's not strong enough, "what are you doing!"
"Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to step out of the car," you say, stepping back and holding the door for her like a gentleman would. She could see your cock poking out of the waistband of your uniform pants now if she was looking, but she's too scared, her eyes are glassy with tears and her face is pale.
"Momma what's happening?"
"Be quiet Danny, this is just- this is just a misunderstanding," the mother struggles to unclasp her seat belt for a second before it finally lets go. She climbs out of her car on unsteady legs and looks at you with a pathetic expression. "Please, officer, I really wasn't going that fast and- and I don't do drugs, please, we're just trying to get home. I'm a teacher."
You click your tongue and shake your head like this is real sad news to you. She steps closer, lifting her empty hands to you, her documents forgotten on the dashboard.
"I'm gonna need you to turn around, ma'am, you're under arrest for excessive speeding and driving under the influence. I'm gonna need to impound this car, as well."
"No!"
She pulls back suddenly and you lunge for her, heart hammering in your head like a big drum. She can't weigh more than 120 lbs and she tries to fight you off as best as she can but it's no use. You spin her around and slam her against the side of her car, grinding your hips against her ass. She's wearing those stretchy yoga pants and you can feel the crack of her ass against your cock. Her daughter stares through the passenger side window, crying as she watches you manhandle her mommy. You get the woman's hands behind her back and clip the cuffs around her while she's saying I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't- I didn't do anything Sir, why are you doing this, my daughter's watching please, please I'm sorry!
"You just caught yourself another charge: assaulting a police officer. That's another year in county jail or a 2000 dollar fine, on top of your other charges tonight," you hiss into her ear, "you carrying a weapon?"
You pull her away from her car and run your hands down her body, groping her tits and reaching between her legs. You finger her pussy through her pants and she sobs, letting you. It feels good. This is why you joined the force, you can do whatever you want to whoever you want and if they don't like it the city can pay her off to shut up about it. You turn her to face your car so your dashcam can film you feeling her up. You grab her tit and hook your fingers under the neckline of her shirt, pulling it down to reveal the bra underneath. She has a good sized rack and her shirt stays tucked under her tits. The boys are gonna love watching this back.
"S-stop- Stop, why are you doing that-"
"Come on." You grab her upper arm and drag her to your squad car, her feet skidding in the loose gravel at the side of the road. You throw her in the backseat violently, her legs are in the way of the door so you grab one of her feet and try and force her all the way in.
"Wait! Wait, please, wait, I'm s-sorry, I can't- I can't get arrested," she sobs, "I'll lose my job. I'll lose my job, please. Please, I'll do anything please, Officer."
You stand in the open door watching the woman squirm in the backseat of your car. She's trying to sit up but with her hands tied behind her back she can't quite get there.
"Get your legs in, ma'am-"
"My name's Rachel!" She cries, but she obeys, dragging her knees to her chest and laying in the fetal position, "please… please, I'll- I'll do any-"
You slam the door shut.
The night becomes quiet. Your lights flash silently, too bright, too conspicuous, but then again that's what you need right now. People get pulled over all the time, what's more suspicious? Two dark cars on a lonely stretch of interstate or a criminal's car with a cop car behind it, lit up for all the world to see? You round around the back of your cruiser to avoid the dashcam and open the opposite backseat door.
Rachel is still begging and crying, her dark hair covering her face which she has pressed fully against the hard plastic seat.
"Please… please… I- I'll lose my job..." she whines and you crouch down to get on her level.
"You'll lose more than your job, Rachel," you say quietly. She cranes her neck back to look at you. Her eyes are red from crying. "I'm required to call Child Protective Services when a mother commits a felony in the presence of a minor."
"Noooo-" Rachel moans, sobbing and shaking on her side and taking ugly, hitching breaths, "you can't, I didn't- I didn't do anything wrong-"
"You did, Rachel, you did a lot wrong," you reach out and brush her hair off of her forehead. She cringes at your touch, "you're about to lose your car, your job, your daughter..."
"You can't, you can't." Her voice is a broken whisper.
"Look at me Rachel," you whisper back, pressing on her forehead so she has to tilt back to look at you.
She has dark eyes, so brown they're almost black, and a thin face with slightly crooked teeth. Stray hairs stick to the wetness on her cheeks and her lip is trembling. She looks tired and she looks… old. She would've been cuter at sixteen, or thirteen, or six.
"I'll do anything," she repeats. She's serious. This is exactly what you wanted to hear.
"You know… your daughter didn't have her seat belt on," you say, keeping your tone conversational, like you're talking about the weather, "that's not just illegal, but very unsafe. I think I'm going to have a talk with her, that okay with Mom?"
She stares at you blankly, not understanding where this turn in the conversation is coming from. You pet her slack face, holding her eyes for what feels like a long time. Waiting.
"S-sure?" She's not understanding and you sigh and shake your head.
"Going as fast as you were, your poor little girl could've gone through the windshield if you hit a deer, you know," you pull your hand back and stand up again. Rachel squirms around so she can keep watching you, her eyebrows furrowed with confusion.
"What- what's going to happen to her?" She asks, that glassy-eyed fear is melting away to reveal something more searching, a mother who senses danger. "I- Don't I get a call? Can I call my sister to- to come pick her up?"
"No cell service out here, I'm afraid," you say, unzipping your pants and letting your hard cock out. It hangs from your body, heavy and hard and Rachel shrinks back, scrambling again to sit up, "We'll figure everything out after I have a talk with your daughter, Ma'am."
"Don't touch her," she's raises her voice, still fighting to just get on her knees with her hands bound behind her back, "don't, don't touch her!"
You reach into the car and shove her back down and she screams and tries to kick you.
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey! I'm just going to have a talk with her about seat belt safety," you grin at her, moving your hips so your cock sways side to side where it juts out of your open fly, "maybe if things go well, I won't have to write you up on speeding or DUI."
She stops yelling and kicking and stares up at you, her exposed bra heaving as she pants hard. The tears in her eyes now are angry ones but you can tell that she's finally starting to get it.
"You're evil," she spits, a tear slipping down her cheek, "you- I'm- I'll-"
"Bye, Mommy," you slam the door on her again.