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“Don’t listen to her; she can turn the waterworks on and off. ‘No please, don’t chase me through the woods; I’m innocent.’ When really she’s a slut who talked all night last night about how she enjoys getting spit-roasted by random guys,” her captor said dryly.
He said it without knowing what he had just triggered in the detective by adding this part of the fabricated lie.
She looked up to the detective, and she exhaled to explain, maybe to give some type of proof.
In her phone, she had texts from the actual guy she was going to meet.
She just needed to get to her phone, and she could explain.
“So…ughk.” She froze. She didn’t even get a word out before there was a cold sensation between her lips.
One of her teeth had been chipped, and her emerald eyes grew wide in sudden shock.
Her mouth had been a perfect O when she began speaking, making the opportunity so easy.
She felt a fear she’d never felt. As she gulped deeply, her eyes focused along the barrel of the standard-issue 45 that Detective MacArthur had lodged between her lips.
He moved the barrel of the gun back and forth.
The calloused fingers of his free hand were curled through her sweat- and cum-stained curls, making her look up at him.
She was visibly shaking, her eyes searching the room.
The cabinets were stained a deep red oak color.
A pair of old ice skates hung by the front door.
The cast-iron skillet reminded her of her grandpa, who used to…
SMACK. The detective’s hand was red after colliding with the side of her cheek, the gun’s barrel still slowly fucking her mouth as he uttered, “All you sluts are the same, aren’t you?”
Her captor, this lone bearded huntsman who lived in the woods, suddenly gripped her wrists from behind and held them in place.
The detective released her red curls and used his only free hand to tug open his belt before unbuttoning and pulling his zipper down with a hiss.
The oily, metallic barrel of the gun was slowly withdrawn from her mouth and put back into his holster.
With a heavy thud, his frightening member settled over her face.
The musk of his heavy balls was nearly overwhelming, but not nearly as distracting as the fact that his shaft dwarfed her face.
It was easily over eight, if not nine, inches and felt heavy on her head.
This was the biggest cock she’d ever seen outside of a porn movie.
The brutish man gripped her thin wrists from behind with such intensity that it hurt, and as the detective gripped his thumbs on either side of her mouth like fishhooks, a sob emanated from deep within her.
Neither man cared; in fact, the mascara streaking down her face as she no longer tried to hold back her tears only made Detective MacArthur even harder.
He watched the fat, bulbous head of his cock push between her lips.
He was bigger than her initial captor, longer too.
Normally this would have been a cock she would worship, heavy balls and a heavy musk, but she was struggling to breathe as this beast of a cock buried into her esophagus.
With no means to struggle because of the powerful hands gripping her wrists, she had lost all fight.
She was suffocating from the length of cock pushing into her throat.
Her eyes bulged and tears formed as she tried to cough, but only pre-cum frothed from the edges of her lips.
Just as she was about to pass out, the detective’s radio went off.
“MacArthur, any word regarding the follow-up on the Leani Mills situation?” asked Gladys, the local dispatcher. Her voice, worn with age, carried an unmistakable edge of irritation.
Detective MacArthur held the radio close to his mouth so she couldn’t hear the sickening “Gok, uggk, uugk, guk, gok” as he turned the young woman’s throat into his personal fleshlight.
She had given up, relaxing her throat so he could burrow into her esophagus.
She felt her tongue lewdly lapping at his balls whenever he went too deep, but she didn’t care anymore.
This was her life now; even the police were in on it.
So she relaxed her throat as she felt his cockhead push deeper, and her captor whispered softly enough that the radio couldn't hear him, “Look at her fucking neck bulge.”
“Yeah, Gladys, it was a BDSM-type thing. The couple is… oh, fuck… the couple is fine. I’m finalizing my report before I go home.”
“Those weird leather people?” she asked, unaware that the missing young woman’s throat was being stretched farther with every inch of cock the older detective pushed into her.
His balls mashed the frothy mixture of pre-cum and spit against her chin, while most of her neck bulged outward around the entire length of his fat black cock.
She coughed and pre-cum leaked from her nostrils.
He watched as it slid along the length of his cock while he ruined this tight white bitch’s throat.
Turned on again, she imagined what this massive black rod would do to her ass… to her cute little cunt.
“Ugh. Yeah, Glad. Weird leather people. Y’all have a good night now,” he said with a groan. Releasing the radio and gripping either side of her head, he uttered, “No one’s coming to save you.”
Her green eyes were blank, expressionless, as she felt her wrists being handcuffed behind her back.
She was completely helpless, but also drenched at the thought of these men using her.
She was on her knees between the two men.
They had both set up their phones. One was currently recording her pleading, softly begging even as she wanted more.
The other was positioned under her cute little cunt.
They bet her, “If we take turns fucking your throat, and you don’t soak my iPhone camera, we’ll release you.”
So now she stared at the lens, bound, restrained, and at their mercy.
Her bare tits were a sticky mess of pre-cum and spit.
As her makeup ran down her face, she looked up at the fat cocks.
Balls mashed against her ears as a fat black cock and a white veiny cock slapped over both sides of her face.
She was already dripping at the thought of being ruined by these two men.
By having her holes absolutely wrecked in ways she’d only dreamed of.
Her mouth was pried open, and a fat black cockhead bulged one side of it as the other cock finished prematurely all over her pretty porcelain doll face.
Her eyelashes stuck together from the fat gobs of cum dripping off them.
The detective, with his fat ebony cock still deep in her esophagus, uttered, “When we’re through, you’ll be worth less than a whore.”
She braced for what was to come.