Officer Juggs: Force - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

“Hey, it’s clear that you want me to fuck you like a cheap whore, so I will!” It was time for Dorian to cash in on the fact that the criminal meeting was over with. No need to keep his prize hidden a moment longer. He took charge and decided to fuck her right there on the spot.  

“EXCUSE ME!? CHEAP WHORE!? Like one of your sorry girl-toys from earlier? As if you could compare them to me, you delusional pimp!” 

“Whatever, bitch. I'll breed you all the same!”

Following this, Dorian roughly grasped her by the ponytail and yanked her out from under the table. After all, with the warehouse floor cleared, there was no good reason for her to hide anymore. The Chief of Police let out something of a mix between a scream and a moan as the drugged up ruffian brought her up and out to exactly where she should have been this entire time—right before him, so he could fuck the hell out of her. 

The biggest anticipated moment for him.  

He brutally pushed her over, so that she landed on her fat ass atop the round meeting table. 

“Aaarrgh! B-big dicked son of a- You’ll regret this, you know!?” Juggs threatened, but idly so as she made zero effort to resist his assault as his calloused, tattooed hands reached for the seams of her flimsy and disheveled uniform. Well, unless spreading her own legs nice and wide in anticipation counted as some odd form of resistance…

“Yeah, I don’t think so, Chief Sow!”

Dorian had earned the right to destroy her outfit, plain and simple. The Force dealing scoundrel savagely pulled on her slingkini and tore it apart from her body.

“Ngh! Predictable! I’d expect nothing less from the mindless  sex beast that narcotic has dulled you into.” 

“You bet your fat, pig ass! But we ain’t done yet, are we, bitch?”

Antagonizing bastard! Shouldn’t be indulging him to this degree… But he’s right. Since he’s come this far, the rest has also got to go!

“Obviously! So be quick about it, numbnuts!”

Say less. It was soon goodbye to her shorts, quickly followed by her belt, which were each thrown straight across the room. The tearing wails of flimsy fabrics echoed through the otherwise abandoned warehouse, until Jasmine was left with only her high-heeled boots and nothing else. Even her shades came off. 

“Yeah! How’s that, whore?”

“What? You want a fucking medal? Just shut up and fuck me already, you animal!”

 It was time for some wild sex. 

Juggs felt the sheer primal brutality of his dick as he penetrated her right on top of the table, feeling the very muscular tip of his member during the spontaneous fucking.

This was never supposed to go beyond a blow-job, yet here they were. He went on top of her and fucked her hard. Even if she was mostly lying on top of the large, wooden table, that didn’t exactly mean they did it missionary style. Juggs was rather lying partially on the side of her body and Dorian went to town with her, using her tight vagina any way he wished. There was nothing stopping him. So he used her and blasted her pussy as hard as his Force enhanced body could muster! 

“FUCK!” Juggs screamed, as she certainly wasn’t ready for him to fuck her as hard as he did.

“OH, YEAH, I KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO LIKE THAT, TOUGH GIRL!”

“Fuck, I have to admit, those thick red veins popping along the surface of your cock are really something!” 

It was rare for her to find someone who was able to get this raw with her pussy. Dorian was able to push and stretch her vaginal walls with the help of his giant cock, putting it to good use. 

“I know. This has been happening to me ever since I started taking…” He stopped talking before finishing his sentence. 

He might have stopped talking for a short moment, but he never stopped fucking her, going at it much stronger now. 

“When you began taking Force, right? Darn! I knew this shit was dangerous! I simply had no idea how dangerous it really was. You’ve made a big mistake becoming addicted to this substance. Your own product! You’ve enslaved yourself all for a temporarily impressive cock!” He chose to take that remark as some sort of compliment from her. As a junkie, she had no respect nor tolerance for him or his ilk. Jasmine would sooner die than permit a drug to course through her own temple. However, she was unable or unwilling to deny that this illegal Force drug was the source of her current pleasure, and that fact seemed to encourage him to blast her pussy even faster.      

“Yeah, cause that’s all you really need, isn’t it? A studly fucking bull like me!” His fingers dug deep into her hips as things ramped up more and more.  

“Mhm! Fuck! G-get real! You may be a bull… Yes! Ugh! B-but you’ll crash and burn at some point! Ah! S-so you’d better fuck me even harder - Mnnf! -While you still can, ingrate!” She challenged him.  

“Aha! So we’re in agreement, then!? Heheh!” He grabbed a fistful of her hair before pulling her torso up closer to him as he pounded away at her. Whether it was the Force talking, or Dorian really was just that short-sighted, Juggs couldn’t tell. Nor was she really that interested in further engaging with this vile imbecile in any arena outside the strictly sexual. 

“Gah! Idiot… Oh! Th-that’s it! Yeah!” Every deep stroke made her lose a little more of herself to the lust. Between every few powerful thrusts, the dominating dealer would lean forward and slobber on her titties or face. Whatever he could stretch his wretched tongue onto in the heat of the moment, before coming up for more smack talk.

“Damn, this ripe pussy of yours feels so nice to fuck!” A crude statement that any man would have to agree with, well, at least all the men who had taken advantage of the opportunity to fuck her in the past.  

“It has to be the- Mnm! best you’ve ever had, right? Don’t lie to me, bull.” This was her way of dirty-talking with him, and at this point she couldn’t stop moaning during the unforgiving fucking. 

As cliché as it may have sounded, Officer Juggs was loving what he did to her so much that she lost track of time. 

“It’s certainly up there, not going to lie,” he lied, trying to downplay the pure divinity of the cunt he was currently pummeling. “God! If only everyone knew how great your slutty pussy felt! All the other criminals would take the risk of going to jail to have a shot at you.”

She truly loved having his bull cock demolish her body so damn much. But she had to at least try to keep up appearances.

“Ah! You cock-for-brains! I don’t sleep with the fucking inmates, moron!”

His big and veiny dick coming in and out of her narrow pussy, stimulating her vaginal walls, was both pleasurable and beyond what she conceived as possible to feel from such a repulsive criminal when she first agreed to suck him off nearly an hour ago. But he had surprised her. Exceeded all expectations. Dorian put the work in and had earned his reward fair and square. Though even in her current mental state, she’d take that sentiment to her grave before it escaped her lips.

“Oh yeah? But ‘Scum’ like me is all good?” His big dick slid furiously in and out of her like a piston as they now did it in full on missionary style. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but she was enjoying every second of this. Including all the degrading filth coming out of his yap hole.

“SH- Shit! Shut up! You just got lucky, is all! Aaahhn! I-Even this absolute monster of a cock wouldn’t normally be enough to take me down!”

“Bwahahah! From what I hear, I’m far from the first suspect to ‘get lucky’ with you, cunt!” That should have stung more for her to hear - mostly because it was laced with humiliating truth -  but what he was doing to her felt so good that she didn’t even care right now.

“Errgh! Gawd! J-just don’t stop dominating me!”

“Urgh! N-Never, slut!”

The both of them were getting close again, but there were still indulgements left to partake. Done fucking her in missionary, the tall man violently flipping her over, much to her apparent delight, before once more splitting her pussy open with his throbbing hard-on. He fucked her doggy style, with the bitch-in-heat’s face held down to drool over the wooden table-top.

“Fuck me, you’re really clamping down now, you big, bimbo whore!”

“Yesssh!! C-can’t help it! Too fucking deep!!!” With her eyes partially rolled back and her tongue hanging out of her mouth like a damned fool, a passerby might have had a hard time distinguishing which one of these red-faced deviants was the high one. Clearly, Jasmine was struggling to form proper sentences now that her deepest desires were being sufficiently fulfilled.

Her clitoris was pulsating, and her pussy lips wrapped more tightly than ever around the base of his incredible cock. She was about to cum! Dorian, of all people, was about to make her cum for a second time in this filthy drug dealing den!

“MHM! OH FUCK, YOU PERVERTED CRIMINAL, YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM AGAIN!” Juggs finally came and mere seconds after, Dorian was proud to announce that…

“GOD! YES! LET ME MAKE YOU PREGNANT!” he ejaculated deep inside her, filling her up and preparing her to bear his child. 

“Aahhn…! I feel like my pussy is on fire! DAMN!”      

He only pulled out of her when he had given her everything. 

***

For the longest time, she was completely exhausted. She felt like a puddle. Like her bones had turned to mush. She was so soft and raw. Dorian had dominated her well...

The Chief of Police only regained her body and mind several minutes after he was done using and breeding her.

The inner slut within slowly but surely faded away as she recovered from that hardcore ordeal... 

Huh!? Since when was I cleaning up his fucking cock? Urgh! He must have forced me to do this!

But Juggs made sure to finish the task she couldn’t quite recall starting before letting Dorian’s cock fall out of her mouth and swallowing.

Juggs glared up from his now limp and lipstick-smeared dick, trying to look as serious as the circumstances allowed.

“Now that you had your fun, asshole, you should tell me everything you know!”

“Alright, it’s… It’s…” 

“It’s?” The poor criminal hardly seemed to be able to speak. His voice sounded weaker, and he slurred his words a lot. 

It was not only his physical state that appeared to be affected either. This was, without a doubt, the side effect of taking Force. This was the blowback.

“Speak up.”

The man was drained, in all the ways possible. 

He was incredibly weak, and soon he’d be of no use anymore. 

“Trevor Maroon,” he finally uttered. 

“Trevor Maroon?” She had heard that name before. 

“He’s the one behind all of this. Rich fucker. If you look up his address, you can attend his little soirée he has planned for tonight. I believe it’s some kind of fucking costumed-party or something.”

Costumes? I wonder what I could go as…? 

“Thanks,” she replied curtly.

“No problem, bitch—” 

Clunk! Click! 

“Um, what?” He looked down and noticed that the large-breasted Chief of Police cuffed his wrists. “What the fuck?”

“If I eventually end up having more questions, I’ll need to know where you are, and what better way to do this than to detain you? Besides, can’t you have yapping to Mr. Maroon or your gangster buddies before tonight…” 

“You bitch!” 

***

When Officer Juggs exited out the back of the yellow warehouse, pushing the cuffed criminal in front of her, she wore a skimpy outfit that left very little to the imagination. 

The outfit itself was a glorified fishnet top and an ultra-mini skirt, but it was not in the colours that she was used to wearing. Everything was watermelon pink. Since the top was fishnet only, everything was visible.

Her bare breasts and her wondrous nipples. All of it could be seen. Well, she had applied some modesty pasties, but they were clearly not sized to cover such fat nipples as hers, so they were basically ineffectual. This was one of Dorian’s spare prostitute outfits that he had at his disposal for girls to wear out the front of the warehouse.

What she wore barely fit her. 

Better than buck naked though…

“Move it!” Juggs urged Dorian.

“Nice uniform, Chief,” Hutcherson complemented the clothes that she wore. Her clearly amused Detective had patiently been waiting for her right outside in his concealed cop car. She’d at least managed to mop up all of the thick & potent cum that Dorian had expelled in and over her body with an old rag. But there was no time for a shower. The musk and general disheveledness of her appearance was basically impossible to hide. Even if the Rookie – Hutcherson – was as lousy a Detective as Jasmine had begun to fear, there was no way he couldn’t suspect something was up. “Didn’t think you had the time for window shopping?” 

“Don’t get too excited, Rookie. Now get this doped-out fucker strapped in and hit the gas before I make you walk!”