By: WhatIsYourDesire666
"Hired"
Abby's heart swelled with pride as she scrutinized the official letterhead atop her sheet of paper. The words confirmed what she'd always believed: she was born for this job.
After months of unemployment, living on her thin saves (and what she took from her playthings) she decided to find something to do. Something not too difficult, not too exhausting, not too far from home, well payed without doing too many hours. Simple isn't it? She'd interviewed for a waitress position at a bar near her apartment last week.. But... You know... Serving people... While THEY should served her... It's was a big no. She looked for something else. Teacher? Too risky. She would crushed kids under her heels the first day... And then she would have issues with parents... Boring...
Last night, she dreamed again about that strange angel and the "Dominator tournament-thing" Maybe she should drink less... Anyway, so there she sat, in her favorite bar... Sipping a cocktail paied by a perfect unknown man. After getting her glass he'd approached her with an apologetic smile and she'd dismissed him with a haughty glare that sent him scurrying away like a scolded puppy, feeling that Abby was not the kind of woman you want to bother too much. She finished her drink, alone, scrolling on her phone, lost in her thoughs.
On the way home, Abby's heels clicked rhythmically on the wet sidewalk. The evening was cool, the air heavy with imminent rain. A car roared past her at full speed, its tires screeching like banshees. The next second, a police car rushed up right behind it, lights flashing and siren blaring as it pursued the reckless driver. The pursuit ended abruptly at the near intersection; the culprit was handcuffed and pushed into the backseat within moments.
A thrill coursed through Abby's body as she watched the scene. This was it - her calling. Action, uniforms, authority...and the power to assert control over others.
It was perfect! Why didn't she think about it before??
She quickened her pace, eager to reach home and begin her new candidacy immediately. Days turned into weeks as she navigated the application process, each step bringing her closer to her goal. Finally, the envelope arrived. she tore it open and unfolded the single sheet of paper: "Hired"
Abby's first day arrived like a long-awaited dawn, her enthusiasm brimming over as she stepped through the imposing double doors of the police station. There, they gave her her uniform: light blue top with dark blue tie and pants, assorted with the cap, black shoes and socks finished the outfit.
In the locker room, she shed her black goth top, mourning its loss like a lover left behind. The light blue t-shirt they'd provided felt alien against her skin, stretched taut across her breasts like a too-tight rubber band. She muttered a curse under her breath - Why those thing was so tight on the chest?
Her dark denim jeans hit the floor next, replaced by the ill-fitting trousers they'd issued her. Despite having specifically requested the largest size available, Abby found herself engaged in a losing battle to yank them up over her hips. Abby's massive backside protested vehemently at being confined within such inadequate quarters. She huffed out an exasperated breath, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes as she tugged futilely at the waistband. This was ridiculous; she might as well be trying to squeeze into one of those torture devices they used in medieval times.
With a growl of frustration, Abby she put her jeans back on and stomped back out to the reception area, the too-small trousers clutched in her hand. Behind the desk sat a young officer - barely more than a boy, really - with puppy-dog eyes and a shock of sandy hair that refused to lie flat despite what appeared to be considerable effort.
"Hey cutie," Abby drawled, leaning over the counter with one hip cocked out to the side. She held up the offending garment like Exhibit A at some surreal trial, waving it under his nose. "Tell me, how exactly am I supposed to fit into these? It can't even hold one of my thighs." Her voice dripped with disdain, but there was an underlying note of desperation too.
The young policeman blinked rapidly, taken aback by Abby's boldness. "Um, sorry ma'am," he stammered, his cheeks flushing pink. "Let me see what I can do about that."He stood up and disappeared through a door behind him, leaving Abby to tap her foot impatiently. A few minutes later, another officer emerged - this one female, with sharp eyes and an air of authority. She took one look at Abby's predicament and nodded understandingly.
"I see," she said briskly. "You'll be allowed to wear the other uniform."
Abby raised an eyebrow. "The other one?"
"Yes," the woman explained patiently, "for equity purposes, everyone wears pants now. But previously, women were required to wear skirts. You don't mind switching, do you?"
"Not at all," Abby replied. She'd never been one to conform to societal norms.
"I will get you that", The policewoman disappeared into an adjacent room and returned moments later, holding out a dark blue skirt for Abby to try on.
Abby sauntered down the linoleum corridors of the police station, her hips swaying like a pendulum on steroids beneath the hem of her too-short skirt. The fabric rode high on her thighs, revealing tantalizing glimpses of toned flesh that drew the eye like a magnet. She felt their gazes upon her - envy gleaming in the depths of their eyes, and she loved it.
She paused beside a coffee machine, in front of which stood two men, apparently inspectors, given their badges. They looked tired, their eyes circled in black and their hair disheveled. She heard one of them: "He will never spoke" he said in a resigned tone, leading his coffee to his lips. His companion sighed heavily, rubbing at the back of his neck with a weary hand. "You're right," he agreed, staring blankly into the distance. "We're wasting our time with this one."
Abby inserted herself into their conversation, "Can I help?" she asked brightly, beaming up at them from beneath her cap. The first inspector blinked rapidly, taken aback by her sudden appearance and bold question. His gaze swept over her, taking in the form-fitting uniform shirt, the too-short skirt, and the rebellious glint in her eye.
"Who are you?" he asked warily, his brow furrowing as though trying to place her within the ranks of the department.
"I'm the new one," Abby replied breezily, as if that should have been obvious. "So, what's the job?"
The two men exchanged an uncomfortable glance, clearly not expecting such directness from this newcomer who looked more like she belonged in a nightclub than a police station. The first inspector cleared his throat gruffly before launching into their current predicament.
"We've been interrogating a suspect for hours now," he began, running a hand through his hair. "He's dangerous, and we need to know where his partner is hiding. But the bastard won't give us anything."
Jake - Abby had caught sight of his nameplate now - held up a hand, silencing his colleague mid-sentence. "We shouldn't speak about that," he chided softly, though there was little force behind his words.
His companion sighed heavily, resigned. "Fine, Jake. You're right. But we do need a break..." He turned to Abby then, his eyes filled with defeat. "As I said, he's dangerous, but he's well secured now. There's no risk."
Abby's lips curved into a slow, sinister smile as she heard this news. "That's great..."
The man was surprised to hear the sound of the door opening. Those two stupid detectives had just left, so why had they come back? They were wasting their time with him anyway... Maybe this time he would spit on them... Just to make them understand who was boss here... He had been tied up for hours now, sitting on that stupid chair. Those idiots hadn't gone easy on the straps that compressed him in that even stupider orange prison uniform.
But to his surprise, it wasn't two men who walked through the door, but a gorgeous woman: between 25 and 30 years old, jet-black hair, a pretty face... And that body... Damn, she was quite a sight, too bad she was dressed... He had scared off the two guys a few minutes earlier, this bitch wouldn't last long.
"Can I help you, miss?" he asked, trying to be charming, "maybe we could find a place just for the two of us... and have a good time..."
"Sure," Abby replied without looking at him, quickly locking the door.
Something was wrong. Unlike the two men, this girl seemed... different. "All right, all right," he said to reassure himself, "maybe you can start by sucking me off, and if you do a good job, I'll keep you as my personal bitch," he continued, trying to stay tough. But this strange woman didn't seem to care. On the contrary, she reached for the camera in the corner of the room and unplugged the cable. "We don't need any spectators, do we?" she asked, more to herself than to him.
"Hmm... of course," began the prisoner, "but..."
Abby turned around and, for the first time, looked at him. The man froze, her gaze so intense that he didn't finish his sentence and lost his words. He had always had a good sixth sense, one that had helped him avoid trouble on several occasions. When you sell drugs, you have to know how to recognize when someone in front of you is dangerous. And this woman... She was unlike any other he had ever met before. He was petrified, feeling a drop of sweat run down his face, his mouth still open, trying to say something to regain the upper hand. But nothing came out. The only thing that came out was this curvaceous girl looking at him like a piece of meat... And she seemed hungry...
The terrifying girl advanced toward him with determined steps, her eyes fixed on him. He stammered, "So, what are we going to..."
SLAP!
His face received a terrible slap that knocked him off his chair. Tied up, he had nothing to hold on to and crashed to the floor. It took him a few seconds to regain his mind, during which time Abby straddled his head facing his feet.
She seemed gigantic; she was already tall to begin with, but from this perspective, the prisoner felt like a dwarf. Despite this (and the pain of the slap), his rebellious spirit took over : "You son of bitch! I will kill you!", he flew into a rage, his face turning dark red.
"We will see about that..." she replied simply.
How audacious... She didn't know who she was dealing with... He would quickly put things in their place and... Wait... What was she doing?
Without giving him another glance, Abby began to sit down. The man, overcome with anger, hadn't noticed his position. His head was right below her, and he had a direct view of... her thong... half-buried by her more than generous curves. Instinctively, he tried to move, but his arms were bound by the tight restraints that prevented any movement.
"Fuck! Wait!..." he started. But nothing could stop Abby's descent. The impact was not painful, as it was cushioned by Abby's soft, supple flesh, but unpleasant for him. His face was swallowed up by her crotch, her thighs on either side of his head, making it impossible to move, and her massive buttocks rested with all their weight on his forehead, crushing him to the ground.
With his mouth and nose buried so deeply in her private parts, he couldn't breathe at all: every attempt to inhale was blocked by the warm, damp fabric of her thong, which had certainly been stuck there for far too long. The man struggled frantically, writhing like a large decapitated caterpillar, trying by every means to extract his head from this repulsive prison.
Suddenly, air rushed in and he quickly took a deep breath. Abby had leaned forward slightly, now resting on her knees.
"I want the names of your companions"
Her tone was neutral, as if she were asking a stranger on the street a trivial question.
"I..." began the prisoner, his eyes fixed on the young woman's massive butt. Her ass was just inches from his face, completely towering over him, threatening to fall at any moment.
"...I..." he stammered... Before everything went black again.
"I see you have to think for a moment to remember" she sighed, adjusting her position so that her head could fit properly between her thighs. "Let's try again in a minute..."
Hmmmffff!!!!!
The man's body writhed frantically, trying to dislodge his tormentor and, above all, to get some air. She rode him confidently, forged by years of experience; this poor tied-up man was not going to shift her...The seconds ticked by slowly... Buried in her butt, Abby couldn't see her captive's eyes, which were beginning to redden from asphyxiation. She knew he was on the verge of breaking down, yet she waited... again... and again... the minute had passed now, but a little longer never hurt...
She ended up leaning forward slightly, hands on the ground, letting his head slip out of its flesh prison with a wet popping sound. The man immediately took a deep breath of oxygen before breaking into an uncontrollable coughing fit.
"So... Ready to cooperate now?" she asked without looking at him, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"Fuck you bitch!" he spat, furious, red from lack of air and anger now.
"Very well... ". She sat down once again. This guy was tougher than she thought, this was going to be interesting... The prisoner's screams and insults were quickly silenced by the massive body of the gothic-policewoman.
"I like bad boys, they take longer to submit, which gives me more time to break them. And I love that. If only you knew how much pleasure it gives me... The turning point... When their anger gives way to fear and anxiety... The fear of ending up crushed under my weight, the anxiety of not knowing when their next breath of air will come... It must be terrible... To feel so powerless, to depend solely on my goodwill..."
Abby's monologue was as endless as this suffocating session. The man was starting to panic greatly, the last time she had gotten up much earlier. Maybe she was right... Maybe answering her questions would bring this awful interrogation to a quicker end. After all, the police would eventually find out the identity of his accomplice, William. That idiot was too stupid to stay hidden and would end up getting caught... Might as well turn him in now and get it over with. Suddenly, light flooded in, along with a breath of air. This psychopath had finally decided to let him catch his breath! The man took just one breath before shouting the name she wanted to hear:
"Will...!!!"
But everything went black again in an instant. The mountain of ass had just collapsed on him once more, preventing him from even finishing the word he was saying.
"Will?" Abby repeated, in a mocking tone, "You 'will' speak? Is that what you meant? I think so... But you know, I have all the time in the world, and the longer you take, the more I enjoy this moment with you... It's really exciting, you know... Your mouth buried in my crotch... Feeling you try to breathe..."
Once again, the man tried to struggle, but his bonds did not give way and he only wasted energy. This psycho didn't seem to want to get up, so he tried shouting his accomplice's name.
"William! William!"
But all Abby could hear were faint muffled noises: "Wmmmhh! WHHmmmff!" Which made her burst out laughing.
"What did you say? Can't hear you... Take your time, I like how your head fits between my thighs. My crotch is going to brainwash you so hard that you'll forget your own name."
"Wilmmmff!"
"You're so funny you know", she said, wiping away a tear of joy, "But don't scream too much, the guys next door might hear you..."
That was it... the prisoner understood that from the start this woman wasn't interested in his answers, but only in making him suffer, only for her own pleasure. Was she really a police officer? Did anyone know she was here with him? He couldn't hold on any longer; he needed a miracle.
Suddenly, he saw the light blind him. Abby had leaned forward slightly so that only his eyes were visible above her imposing butt. She was looking at him over her shoulder, still refusing to give her captive even the slightest breath of air. She seemed amused by the situation, but just as she was about to speak, someone knocked on the door.
The noise startled the young woman, who instinctively turned her head toward the closed door, and they both heard:
"Is everything okay, miss...? How much longer do you think you'll be?" asked one of the inspectors, in an almost embarrassed tone, from the other side.
As Abby's eyes slowly turned back to her prey, a devilish smile spread across her face.
"Give me an hour!" she answered, "You'll have your answers..."