There was no doubt about it. The sun was beginning to set, she was out on little traveled country roads in the middle of a rural farming community, and she was very lost. Connie peered at the directions her friend had provided but to no avail. She had obviously taken a wrong turn somewhere. There had been no place to stop and ask for directions nor had she seen anyone as she had attempted to find her way back to a main road she recognized. The sound of crunching gravel made her look into her rearview mirror and then over her right shoulder. A big smile crossed her face. A county deputy had pulled in behind her parked car. She was saved.

Thomas was about 6 ft 4 inches, weighing in at 220 pounds without one inch of fat on his frame. Women thought him handsome, but Thomas figured it was something else that kept them swarming around him like honeybees. And this honeybee getting out of that lone car was a petite redhead with all the right proportions in all the right places. A smug gleam shone in his eyes as he surveyed the gathering darkness and their desolate location. Oh yes, he had just the honey for this little bee.

"Ma'am, I need ID, registration and insurance." The voice was firm, no nonsense and authoritative. He stood with his hands on his hips, too close to his gun for Connie's liking.

"Officer, I'm just lost. Can you give me directions to the main interstate?" She tried to answer with confidence but her voice shook just the tiniest bit. He noted this bit of body language but did not comment. Connie noticed nervously that he did not move nor did he answer her question.

"Ma'am, I need your ID, registration and insurance. Now." His voice was grating now as if he was clenching his teeth to avoid shouting at her. Connie quickly reached into the car thru the window to pickup her purse, aware that he never took his eyes off her. While he inspected her papers, Connie became more nervous, fidgeting restlessly. Surely, this man really was a deputy, but shadows of doubt crossed her mind as she remembered story plots of old Horror movies. Thomas did not miss her restlessness as he deliberately prolonged the time it normally took to check such documents. He was enjoying her mounting measure of discomfort. It added to the anticipation.

That rough voice came out suddenly, shocking Connie out of her silent reverie. "You're awfully nervous, Constance. Been drinking?" Connie shook her head at the same time she vehemently said, "No, officer".

"Well, maybe you've been smoking something stronger than store bought cigarettes?" Again Connie answered with "No, officer", and a shake of her head.

"Then you don't mind if I search your car, do you." The question surprised her, but as she had nothing to hide, Connie told him to go ahead.

Thomas looked into the car; opening the ashtray at the same time that he opened his hand. His voice was smooth as he removed the ashtray and put it in front of Connie's face. "This yours?" A neatly rolled joint of marijuana lay there in the previously empty ashtray. Connie's face turned white as she silently shook her head. No words came out even though her throat worked frantically.

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to turn around and put your hands behind your back." Thomas pulled out cuffs while he was speaking, paying no attention to the terrified look on Connie's face. Her voice stammered as she tried to speak. "Officer, t-t-that's not m-mine. I don't know how it g-g-got there."

The sound of her fear gave him another thrill but Thomas gave her his most fierce look as he roughly grabbed her shoulder, spun her around to face the car, and cuffed her hands together in such a fluid movement that Connie did not have time to further protest. That rough voice caressed her ear next time he spoke. "Looks like it's just me and you out here. Takes too long to get back up out here in the sticks where no one ever comes by. I guess I'll just have to check you myself for further illegal substances." Thomas took pleasure in reminding her of their lonely location.

Thomas ran his fingers thru her long wavy red hair, massaging her scalp in a gentling motion before bringing his hands to her breasts. Connie gasped as he filled his hands with the orbs, squeezing them tightly, the once soft nipples growing hard between his fingertips. Despite her panic, Connie could feel her body's response as he pinched the erect nubs several times. Her breath hitched in fear as well as something else she refused to acknowledge.

Thomas grinned as the sun disappeared more than three quarters, leaving behind only golden shadows. He pushed her face down upon the hood of her car, knowing that although she could feel the heat from the still warm engine, it was not enough to burn her. His hands roamed down the silky material of the dress, over the curve and swell of her buttocks. Both hands skimmed down one shapely thigh and calf before repeating the action on the other. His smile became wider as he felt the garters upon her thighs. Oh yes, this little bee was definitely looking for just the right nectar.

Connie gasped as she felt his hands on her legs. Her face flamed as she remembered what under garments she was wearing. She loved lacy ultra feminine underwear and wore it daily. Today's selection had been a rather racy one-piece crotchless teddy complete with garters and stockings. She knew he was enjoying this way too much. Her temper began to boil but quickly turned once again into fear as she felt his hands at the small of her back.

Thomas rested his hands at the curve above her buttock before sweeping them down the swells of flesh, raising the back of her dress up to lie on those swells before placing his hands between her legs. Non-too gently, his foot kicked at her feet to separate her legs. His hands steadied right below her heat as he leaned over her to speak in her ear. "By the way, Constance, protocol dictates that to find any hidden contraband substances, I must do a complete strip search of all cavities." Her increased breathing and sudden tears thrilled him as much as her next words. "No. Please. You can't do this." He sucked her ear lobe before stroking her ear several times with the tip of his tongue. "Ah, but sweet Constance, yes, I can." He laughed as his hands his slid up towards her heat.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as his hands stroked her most secret place. She heard his gasp of pleased surprise as the lace parted, allowing his fingers entrance to her moist flesh. He chuckled as he stroked the tiny bit of erect flesh before pushing two fingers into her warm wet center. He stroked up quickly several times and then added a third finger, stretching her muscles in rhythm with his thumb tapping on her nub of sensations. Connie fought against the pleasurable feelings reminding herself this was a violation of her body, but her body did not seem to agree on the violation part, responding to the tune of his fingers.

As Thomas felt her wetness increase, his own body reacted. His cock became painfully erect, pulsating against the metal of his zipper. Unlike Constance, Thomas had no need for underwear of any kind. And he was hard as a rock, the tip of his cock pressing for release from its now too tight confinement. He would wait no longer to feed his desires. And her needs that she hadn't even acknowledged yet. But she would. He would make her.

Connie knew when he removed his hands from her heat what would be next. Her tears clogged her throat, rendering her incapable of begging for him to stop. His knee between her legs balanced his weight upon her, keeping her down on the car hood. She resigned herself to the inevitable. All the same, she shivered at the sound of a zipper being brought down. Thomas held himself within his hands as he brought the tip of his erect cock to the open lips of her feminity. He stroked her just at the opening for several moments until her mind lost control of her unwilling body and she moved her butt back towards him on her own accord, searching for more. It was then that he filled her in one long stroke the entire length of his manhood, her wet interior muscles bringing him in. Connie gasped at the fullness and pressure. Thomas moaned at the fit of her around him.

He placed his hands on her hips as she lay bent over the car. This extra leverage allowed him to stroke into her with force as well as keep her pinned to the car. Each time, he stroked deeper, stronger, and with more abandon. Her whimpers of pain and shame excited him, drove him, and thrilled him. He knew she wanted this but was fighting the need. Ah, but he could make her beg.

When he suddenly stopped, his cock buried deep within her dripping folds, Connie felt a moment of relief. She hated that her body was betraying her, grinding against him with each stroke. As Thomas stood still for another second, Connie did admit to herself that this was one of her fantasies. But her fantasy had not ended like this. No, her fantasy officer had not taken her like this but instead..... Her thoughts ended as he withdrew completely from her.

Taking a step back, Thomas twirled Connie around to face him. One hand gripped her by the nape of her neck holding her still as he took her mouth forcefully, his tongue finding tastes of strawberries and cream. He jerked his lips from hers, his hand sliding to her shoulder and pushing her evenly to her knees on the ground in front of him. Connie could see his staff glisten in the moonlight with her own moistness in a direct line with her eyes. She looked up at him, swallowing at his feral grin. "I do believe I must search your oral cavity, Constance. Open your mouth."

Connie closed her mouth tightly but a well-positioned hand on her jaw had her mouth opening against her will. She was helpless as he forced his rigid staff between her rosy lips and into the warm recesses of her mouth until she gagged. She could taste herself on him. She would never have admitted it then, but that knowledge was the main reason she complied when he ordered her to "Suck". She suckled his erect rod reluctantly at first, but as he pushed her head into his groin, she sucked him deeply down her throat for long minutes. He rocked his hips, taking her mouth much as he had taken her feminine cove. As he pulled out halfway, her tongue swirled about the smooth tip, dipping into the opening to taste him fully. Thomas groaned at the unexpected pleasure of her acquiescence. He surged further into her mouth, withdrew, and surged again. Constance raked his sensitive skin with her teeth during each withdrawal. As pleasurable as it was to have this woman on her knees ministering to his whims, Thomas wanted more. He withdrew completely and swallowed hard as she licked his tip and then her own lips. Oh yes, this little honeybee wanted his nectar.

The darkness of night with very little moonlight covered his movements as he once again pushed Connie down across the hood of the car, pulling her dress up to expose her buttock and her wet silently pleading lips to him. His rough handling brought Connie back to her senses, fear reigning once again. She still could not reconcile her body's reaction with what her mind was telling her. She had to get free. Her voice was barely more than a whisper as she spoke. "Please. This hasn't gone too far. I won't tell anyone. Please just let me go." His chuckle was her only answer for several moments. She sobbed. Her heart skipped a beat as he placed his hands on her buttock, spreading the cheeks apart.

His voice invaded the darkness that surrounded them. Even if someone was to come by, they were on the side of the car away from the road and no one would be the wiser of what he was doing. "I do believe I said all cavities, Constance." She sobbed louder as his finger began to invade the tighter opening above her feminine heat. "Ah, Constance, you have been holding out on me." Thomas made a clucking noise as one finger entered her effortlessly; a second finger joined the first in the tight opening, moving back and forth in the same rhythm of before but much more roughly as if to punish her for not being virginal here in the forbidden channel of her anus.

Connie moaned at the onslaught. She whimpered as his movements became more rapid but she still clutched at his fingers when he removed them from her. He replaced his fingers with the soft yet rigid tip of his erection. Connie could not even offer a protest as Thomas made her fantasy a reality. He pushed into her as she closed her eyes tightly, her fingers clutching the metal of the manacles shackling her wrists. Thomas pushed into her relentlessly until the tightness took all of him, surrounding him with heat. He pulled almost all the way out, enjoying hearing her smothered protests before gliding in to the hilt. He repeated the action, becoming more aggressive with each stroke. When he stopped moving to remove his nightstick from his belt, Connie finally lost control and started calling him every dirty insulting name she knew.

Knowing she was only angry at him for stopping, Thomas was elated as he grabbed her hair, pulling her head off the hood. His erection was still buried in her anus but her feminine passage remained empty. He placed the nightstick at the needy opening of her lips before speaking one word. "Beg."

Connie was crying in frustration of her need and desire in direct opposition with the forceful taking of her body when she heard him speak. In a split moment, she was honest with herself. She wanted this. Like this. With him. Now.

Her voice was teary but clear. "Please. Please fill my cunt with that nightstick. Take me hard and fast in both places. Just like you want. Please."

Thomas smiled as he pushed the nightstick into her heat as far as it would go. He leaned one powerful thigh against it to hold it in place as he began to move within her tightest passage. He started slowly, picking up speed and force with each stroke home. Connie begged him not to stop, begged him to take her harder, and begged him to fill her up. Thomas lost all sense of time as he pounded into her, his release erupting at the exact same time Connie exploded against him, the tight muscles of her anus rippling across his hardness, milking every drop from him. He leaned over her as he became soft within her. He removed himself and the nightstick from her warm places of pleasure.

He adjusted her dress and turned her around to face him. His lips found hers willing this time as tongues joined and mated. He pulled away from her silently. He seem to measure her worth and then he removed the cuffs, gave her directions to the nearest highway, got in his car, and left without another word. Connie stood in the darkness staring at the disappearing lights of the deputy's car. She got into the driver's seat, started the car, and followed the directions to the main highway.

The next night found Connie lost again. On the same road. In the exact same place as the night before. A deputy's car pulled up behind her.