Get help from him
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You run up to him. He grabs your arm. The other officer runs up next to you. You stuff the shirt into your crotch, protecting yourself. | You run up to him. He grabs your arm. The other officer runs up next to you. You stuff the shirt into your crotch, protecting yourself. | ||
| - | "Please," you cry, "he's trying to rape me | + | "Please," you cry, "he's trying to rape me." The officer you ran to puts you behind himself. |
"Is this true, Brooks?" he says, his brow down on his eyes. | "Is this true, Brooks?" he says, his brow down on his eyes. | ||
| - | "No," says Brooks. "She's just trying to make an excuse to get away | + | "No," says Brooks. "She's just trying to make an excuse to get away." He reaches for you. You shy back. Your cop steps in front of you. |
"Show me your dick," he says. | "Show me your dick," he says. | ||
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"What?" | "What?" | ||
| - | "You heard me. Show me your dick | + | "You heard me. Show me your dick." He is yelling now. The other officer looks around sheepishly, then unzips his pants and lets his wang slide out. It is stiff and covered in moisture. |
"She kicked me in the balls, and I peed my pants. I swear." | "She kicked me in the balls, and I peed my pants. I swear." | ||
| - | Your cop looks him in the eye. "Get the FUCK out of my face | + | Your cop looks him in the eye. "Get the FUCK out of my face." He leads you to the room. "Get dressed," he whispers soothingly. You nod and he closes the door. As you are pulling your top on, you hear a loud punch in the hall outside. Dressed, you sit down, shaking. There is a knock on the door. |
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[[let him in]] | [[let him in]] | ||
| - | [[tell him to wait a | + | [[tell him to wait a minute]] |
| + | [[Category: Blackmail]] | ||
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Revision as of 18:29, 11 June 2008
You run up to him. He grabs your arm. The other officer runs up next to you. You stuff the shirt into your crotch, protecting yourself.
"Please," you cry, "he's trying to rape me." The officer you ran to puts you behind himself.
"Is this true, Brooks?" he says, his brow down on his eyes.
"No," says Brooks. "She's just trying to make an excuse to get away." He reaches for you. You shy back. Your cop steps in front of you.
"Show me your dick," he says.
"What?"
"You heard me. Show me your dick." He is yelling now. The other officer looks around sheepishly, then unzips his pants and lets his wang slide out. It is stiff and covered in moisture.
"She kicked me in the balls, and I peed my pants. I swear."
Your cop looks him in the eye. "Get the FUCK out of my face." He leads you to the room. "Get dressed," he whispers soothingly. You nod and he closes the door. As you are pulling your top on, you hear a loud punch in the hall outside. Dressed, you sit down, shaking. There is a knock on the door.
You:
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
