The Message Pt. 04 by mollycactus
Discover the intriguing continuation of 'The Message Pt. 04' - an alluring adult sex story that delves into passion, desire, and unexpected connections. Join the journey of exploration and sensuality today!<br/> (Author’s note: more D/s than BDSM)
It seemed to be another quiet night at the front desk, so I decided to cruise the town for a change. I notified dispatch that I’d be out patrolling. I secured the building and posted our sign that said to call 911 if there was an emergency.
I pulled onto the road vaguely hoping to see Alex’s car headlights but I didn’t know what he drove anyway. But that started me thinking about our past nights together. It’d been several weeks since I’d seen him, and an itch had been building within me — an itch that I knew he could scratch magnificently. I had positioned the patrol car on the main road leading into and out of town. It was just a two lane black top with poor lighting. I sat there listening to the crickets and the brush move in the gentle pushes of the nightly breezes.
The sky was clear and the stars were out, still very visible with the crescent moon. Smiling, I scanned the skies looking for the mother ship that had started this whole thing. But just some commercial aircraft passed over and I wondered where those passengers were going. I wished I was on one of those planes, since pretty much anywhere had to be more exciting than this. I had pulled my cuffs out of my belt and was playing with them to pass the time remembering the several times when Alex had used them to lock me up and make me his plaything. Feeling very wistful, I looked at the pics he’d sent my private phone, showing me helpless at the station, before, during, and also after being used so well by him and that wonderful cock of his.
Suddenly my private phone chimed and its suddenness scared the heck out of me, making me drop my cuffs on the floor of the car. I answered what was a text message, and more pics started to appear on my phone, showing me naked and cuffed in the cell. There were at least thirty pics of me and two videos in which I was clearly saying that I wanted to be used by him. There was no doubt it was me and you could see the faint black markings on my naked body and the look on my face that clearly expressed that I wanted this to happen. The message disconnected and I was very disappointed, hoping I’d at least get a chance to talk with him. Sighing, I picked up my cuffs off the floor and sadly put them away.
The phone actually rang this time, signaling that it was a voice call. It was Alex calling! When I answered, he said without much preamble, “I’m in the area, are you free?”
“I’m on patrol, Alex — but I’m free at the moment,” I replied.
I actually shivered to hear him say, “If I have anything to say about it, that will change soon, Officer Lockwood.” A thrill ran through me as he asked, “Do you know where the closed quarry is located?”
“Yes,” I breathed into the phone. I couldn’t believe how wet I was starting to get at the thought of meeting him there. The man was magical!
“Then come to me there and bring your cuffs, Officer. And hurry!” he commanded.
I was still close to the station, and it was in the direction of the quarry, so I quickly drove back there. My heart was in my throat and my breathing was shallow and rapid as I grabbed several cuffs and a marker pen and hurried back out, locking the station once again.
I drove through the night, glad to see that the town was quiet. I could only imagine what Alex had in mind. But he was so inventive, about all I could be certain of was that it involved lots of intense fucking. At least I hoped it did!
My phone rang and the hands free display stated that it was him calling, so I tapped the phone to answer it. “Is that you coming up the access road now?” he asked. The quarry was well off the main road, and could only be reached via a bumpy dirt road. It was located in a valley created by earlier years of quarrying, so he could see for miles.
I knew no one came here, since it was so remote from town and had been closed for years. “I have no idea how he knew about this place, unless he spotted it from the mother ship,” I thought, chuckling. But I did answer him, “Yes, it’s me, Alex.”
He told me, “Park your car at the ‘NO TRESPASSING’ sign. Then remove all your clothes and lock them in the trunk of the car. Once you’ve done that, hide the car keys outside somewhere. Oh, and what cuffs did you bring?” I told him all that I’d dumped onto my passenger seat.
By the tone of his voice, I could tell that he was pleased. “Lock the leg cuffs on your ankles first. Partially lock the other cuffs on your forearms so you don’t have to carry them. Then handcuff yourself behind your back, and they’d better be tight. If not, there would be a penalty to pay, slut. I expect you can carry the rest in your hands.”
With trembling hands, I removed all my clothes even my shoes and locked them in the trunk, as commanded. When the car was secure, I put the car keys at the bottom of a rock pile I’d quickly made to one side. I then proceeded to lock the leg cuffs on my ankles making sure they were snug and couldn’t be removed.
I closed the handcuff on my left wrist, excitedly listening to the cuff clicking smaller and smaller until it was snug on my wrist, then added the other spare handcuffs to my forearm. For a second I hesitated to completely incapacitate myself, but my pussy said ‘do it’ and clenched with need. I brought my hands behind me and closed the open handcuff on my right wrist until I felt it snug. I stood there, naked and helpless in the darkness, staring at the stars and wondered what average women were doing this evening. I doubt if I’d trade their experiences for something like this.
He must’ve been listening to the ratcheting sounds of the cuffs and surmised I must be ready. I still had my phone in hand, along with the cuff keys and marker, and heard him say, “Come!” and the phone disconnected.
It was very dark, with just enough moonlight to see the road. Walking on a dirt road naked and barefoot, with my ankles shackled was an ordeal. I jumped at every sound, like night birds calling and a coyote howling way off in the distance. I kept looking around, especially when a tumbleweed swished by, pushed by a night breeze. The walk seemed to take forever, and trying to hold my phone and the extra items behind my back was becoming a problem. As I got closer I began to discern details of the quarry and the abandoned buildings. There were only one or two buildings left, and they weren’t in very good shape.
Then I saw Alex standing by his car, waiting.
“Well you took your sweet time, bitch!” he growled. His words excited me, and I felt another thrill shiver run through me. I felt I was ready for whatever he wanted to do to me. I really needed him to use me and humiliate me. He checked my cuffs and said, “You did a good job with the cuffs, slut, but you took too long to arrive. It’s not a good idea to keep me waiting.”
He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to a flat open area. Reaching behind me, he took the keys, pen and phone. Using the handcuff key, he first removed the three spare handcuffs I had dangling on my forearm. Thoughtfully, he used that same handcuff key to unlock one of my wrists. It was good that he did, because he next laid me down on my back in the dirt, holding the handcuff still attached to my other wrist. Closing its empty half, he poked a piece of metal re-bar through it and used a hammer that he must’ve brought from his car to pound the re-bar into the ground. I ended up with my arm stretched out to my side a little above the level of my head. He snapped a fresh handcuff onto my free wrist, and soon that too was secured to a metal bar driven into the ground on my other side.
Smiling at his work thus far, he removed my leg cuffs and spread my legs wide apart. “Keep them right there, girl,” he warned me. Adding a set of handcuffs on each ankle, he drove rods into the ground to anchor my legs where they were, leaving me spreadeagled. I pulled at the cuffs but I was only confirming that I was helpless and he was now in total control of me. I was naked, spread open, very vulnerable, and anchored in place until he decided to release me. This treatment made me so excited and wet that I was almost vibrating with need!
I laid there and stared up at the stars. Suddenly the area lit up! Alex had turned the headlights of his car on, flooding my pinned, nude body with light. Alex then stood over me and asked me questions.
“Officer Lockwood, do you agree to be used as a cheap white whore in any way I desire?”
“Yes Sir! I do, Sir!” I replied promptly.
“Officer Lockwood, did you strip naked and cuff your ankles and hands and walk naked here to be used by me tonight?”
“Yes Sir! I did do all that, Sir!”
“WHY?” he demanded.
“I want you to fuck me and fill my white cunt with your black seed, Sir!” I almost shouted, blushing to have to admit this, my need building even more.
“Do you do this voluntarily?” he wanted to know.
“Yes Sir! Completely voluntarily, Sir!”
“And how many times have I fucked you on duty?” he asked.
“This will be the fourth session, Sir!” I answered, since by ‘times’ I thought he meant encounters. I’d lost count of how many times he’d actually fucked any of my holes.
He seemed satisfied with my answers. Once he had enough close-up recordings to prove it was me in the video, he propped his phone against a stone to document me getting fucked there on the ground in the dirt, helpless.
I watched him undress and was thrilled to see his large penis standing out. It bobbed as he walked towards me and I felt I couldn’t bear much more waiting. He knelt between my legs and lowered himself on top of me, kissing my nipples and sucking them. It was heaven, feeling his closeness and inhaling his manliness, but I wanted more. From my wetness, he knew I was ready, but he teased me over and over by rubbing the tip of his cock along my lips, and over my clit.
This alone almost made me cum, but I wanted more of him than just that tip. I started to beg, “Please, Sir! Please put your big black penis into me and fill my cunt! Please?”
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