Cory And The Long Legs of The Law
by The Blues
When Officer Zoe catches the car thief Cory, she won't handle him by the book


Cory hit the accelerator hard, speeding along the rough dirt road in his
shiny, new convertible. Each time he checked the rear-view mirror, the
flashlights of the highway patrolcar seemed to get closer. Cory had good
reason for running, as the expensive car he was driving wasn't his own. The
cop had already signalled him to stop back on the highway, probably because a
young toughguy with rugged hair and a filthy jean vest just didn't seem to fit
the style of the car.

He just couldn't shake him off, though. When the road turned left into a
wooden bridge over a small river, Cory hit the brakes briefly and yanked the
wheel to the side, but the tires lost their grip on the dusty sideroad.
Trailing a long cloud of smoke, the car started spinning out of control. Cory
tried to keep the wheel straight, but it was too late. With screetching tires,
the convertible jumped over the edge of the road, diving headlong into the
shallow water beside the bridge.

Dizzy from the impact, Cory heard brakes screetch and a door slam. His
recently aquired car was stuck in the river. He released the seatbelt and
climbed out the car in a hurry, jumping into the shallow water. "Freeze!" a
female voice shouted, but Cory wouldn't even think of obeying.

When he tried to run to the other shore, a gunshot sounded, impacting the
water a few feet beside him. "Freeze!"

Cory stopped, slowly raising his arms above his head.

"Turn around to face me!" the cop ordered.

Cory did, just to find the highway patrolman was actually a very attractive
female. She had long, black hair hanging out a somewhat distressed ponytail,
framing two angry ebony eyes that wouldn't accept any disobedience. Her
short-sleeved uniform shirt fitted tightly around her beautiful breasts and
musculous upper arms, and her uniform pants and tight belt emphazised her
curvy hips. Arguably the least convenient thing about her appearance was the
gun she was aiming at Cory.

"Officer, have I been speeding?" Cory asked innocently.

"Shut up and get out the water!" he was ordered, and again, he did, eyeing her
greedily on his way to the shore.

"Don't try anything, toughguy", the officer shouted, approaching Cory, "get on
your knees! I want to see your hands!"

"Sure, officer", Cory obeyed, kneeling into the mud by the river, "do you want
to see something else, too?" Cory's cock started to grow under his wet jeans.

The officer stepped behind Cory, just to deliver a half-hearted kick to his
spine. He was thrown face-down into the mud, and before he could take any
action, his wrists had already been hand-cuffed behind his back.

"No", she noted, moments before a nightstick hit Cory's testicles from behind.

He moaned in pain and agony, but was immediately pulled back on his feet by
the collar of his vest. As the officer was pushing him towards the patrol car,
he murmured painfully: "I see you like it the rough way, officer. I'm sure we
could get along, can't we handle this out some other way?"

She hit the side of his ribs with the stick, but her firm grip kept him from
falling to the ground again. "Shit", he pushed out of his lungs, "such a bad
girl in such a sexy uniform."

They stopped. She violently yanked him around to face her, grabbing him by the
mud-covered front of his denim vest and spitting him in the dirty, greasy
face. "Don't piss me off, asshole!"

Things were rolling. Cory had provoked her enough to neglect the correct way
to handle an arrest. Maybe he could push it towards a chance for escape.
"Sure, officer", he replied, "would you maybe like to jerk me off instead?"

Something evil flashed in her eyes for a brief moment. "I see", she nodded,
"you don't like the way things are handled by the book. I'll tell you
something - I don't, either. I actually hate it. I'm spending my days hunting
fucking bastards like you, just to have them released by the court a few weeks
later. You're right, why not? Let's handle this out some other way." She spent
a few seconds eyeing the young thief thoroughly. A large bulge produted from
the front of his jeans, providing an ideal target indicator. After some
consideration, she took aim, swung her leg backwards and rammed her knee right
into Cory's testicles with all her might.

Cory cried in sheer terror as both his balls were tightly compressed by her
thoroughly aimed attack. Her tight grip wouldn't allow his body to get lifted
by the kick, not even bend over. "Let's play, toughguy", she grinned,
releasing him and watching him fall to his kneeds with satisfaction.

Before Cory's hands could reach his genitals to protect them, she drove her
boot forward for a powerful kick, slamming it into Cory's balls strong enough
to lift his knees from the sticky ground and throw him over. He could barely
gasp for air when his back hit the dirt. Fighting for consciousness, he barely
saw the officer approach him once again.

She was satisfied to notice the hard-on under Cory's jeans had almost
vanished. Slowly, she set her foot on the remaining soft bulge and shifted her
weight to rest on Cory's sloppy penis. Cory tried to scream, but could barely
gasp. Standing on his battered maleness with one foot, the officer slammed her
other boot right into his cheek.

The kick she delivered to Cory's other cheek finally knocked him out.

Wen Cory faded back to life, he found himself sitting in the mud under the
wooden bridge, leaning on a support strut. When he tried to move his hands, he
realized he had been handcuffed to the bridge. His jeans had been pulled down
to his boots, inhibiting his legs and revealing his bare genitals in all their
beat-up filthiness. His sloppy penis was badly swollen, blue and sore, hanging
down between a pair of violet testicles swollen to the size of tennis balls.
They hurt horribly. "Shit", Cory murmured, "fucking shit..."

"Good morning, toughguy." It was the cop, approaching him swinging her
nightstick happily, with a smile on her face. "With me again? Sorry I had to
leave you for a moment, I had to make a little call. I was really sorry to
report I had lost track of you somewhere around these backroads. I'm afraid
some other patrol will have to find your car in the mud, with no trace of
you..."

"Hey", Cory said, panic flashing in his eyes, "one moment, yeah? I thought
about it. I'd really rather prefer the judge..."

The officer laughed, bending down to her prisoner, with her breasts hanging in
front of his face provocatively. "I'm sorry, it's a little too late to
reconsider things. Don't worry. I'm sure we'll get along." She stepped between
Cory's spreadangled legs, basing her heel in the mud and setting her sole onto
Cory's swollen testicles. She wouldn't let her weight drop on them, though.
Not yet.

"Oh, fuck, please, officer, I got the idea", Cory whined, "I was an asshole,
you thrashed me good and I learned my lesson."

"Not so fast, toughguy", she said, "didn't you want me to jerk you off a
minute ago? Let's get to that, no?"

When Cory had another glance at his aching, battered cock, he realized this
would be nothing short of hell. "Shit, no", he begged, "it's fine, I..." He
gasped when she shifted some of her weight on his right testicle.

"Didn't they tell you to say 'thank you' if somebody does you a favour?" the
cop asked, raising her foot to set her heel on Cory's lose penis. With a
sudden stroke, she yanked it down, pushing it between his testicles and
sending another burning load of pain through his genitals. Cory cried out.

"Good to hear you're liking it", she smiled, repeating the operation. When
Cory seemed to fade out again, she changed her strategy, kicking the head of
his penis up to press it against Cory's stomach. Squeezing it between her boot
and a button of his denim vest, she started yanking her foot up and down
again. She had Cory moaning and gasping in sheer agony with each of her
powerful strokes.

"Tell me", she asked when she paused, bending down to her semi-conscious
victim, "do you steal cars for a living, or is it rather the adrenaline? Do
you feel tough being a gangster?"

"No, Ma'am", Cory murmured.

"Don't lie to me!" she ordered him, squeezing his badly damaged cock harder
against the metallic button of his vest.

Cory screamed, but kept enough of his mind to answer quickly: "Shit, yeah, I'm
enjoying it! It makes me feel tough!"

"Fine", she nodded, "I want you to stop this shit. You should have realized by
now there's no way in hell one could call a fucked-up piece of shit like you
tough!" Before Cory had any chance to reply, she continued the treatment,
further yanking and squeezing his swollen penis. "Say", she kept asking, "I
think you'd like to fuck me, no?"

"No", Cory was quick to reply, "of course not, officer."

She took a pause to pull her uniform shirt down a little, briefly tightening
its fit around her breasts. Cory thought he could see her nipples for a
moment. She than ran her fingers through her hair, taming a streak of black
hair that hung in her face. "I thought I told you not to lie", she noted,
pulling out her nightstick again to tease Cory's cock with its shaft. Her
other hand rested on her left breast provocatively.

Cory felt the blood running into his penis again, and his battered balls
trying to feed pre-cum to his battered cock. It hurt. "I'm sorry, officer",
Cory corrected himself in a hurry, "I won't lie again. Yes, I'd like to fuck
you."

"Always tell me the truth and you'll be just fine enough", she promised him,
using the nightstick to push his cock into position for her boot-yanking
again. She kept compressing his cock between her sole and his stomach in a
straight rhythm, just a wee bit more gentle than before.

Cory's cock started to grow painfully under her boot. He got an idea of how
this was going to end, but he just couldn't distract himself from the looks of
the sexy cop running her stick up and down her body, and around her perfect
breasts. He knew he was supposed to cum, and he knew it was supposed to hurt
horribly - he knew he was about to fall for it, but he also knew it was
nothing he could avoid. Her pushes grew harder and faster as his cock built up
more resistance against them, and the pain grew with every yank. His genitals
had taken control of his mind, and she had taken control of his genitals. He
just had to imagine fucking her, and the thought drove ever more terribly
aching blood into his penis. She just grinned with untouchable superiourity.

The pain grew unbearable as he approached climax. He tried to stiffen all his
muscles in horrific agony that must have shown on his face. Just when Cory was
about to come, she removed her foot from his penis to step on his balls with
the weight of a freighttrain. Cory exploded, and that was how it felt. His
horrific scream must have been heard miles away when she literally squeezed
the cum out of his balls, pushing it through his damaged cock and out of his
violet mushroom.

"Shut up!" she ordered, silencing Cory with another kick in his testicles,
while loads of cum were still trying to find their way through his swollen
penis. "You messed up my uniform", she pointed out, referring to a shiny
streak of cum on her boot.

The beat-up pulp to her feet didn't find enough power to reply.

"Clean it up", she demanded, holding her boot right in front of his face. Cory
didn't even think of being disobedient, so he started to lick his own cum from
her shoe thoroughly. A lot of mud came with it, too. "Swallow", she said, and
he did.

"Good", she nodded, "but I haven't heard 'thank you' yet..."

It took Cory a few seconds to gather enough power to get two easy words out of
his mouth. "Thank you."

"A polite guy you are", she smiled, "I think you should never steal again.
How's the idea?"

Cory gasped for air, trying to get his mind together. She waited patiently for
his reply: "I swear... I'll never cause you trouble again... officer."

She nodded silently, got behind him and unlocked the handcuffs. With a
powerful yank, she tore him to his feet again by the back of his jean vest.
While he couldn't stand on his own, she supported some of his weight with a
tight grip around his naked testicles. He could barely make a noise. "I didn't
say anything about causing me trouble", she whispered in his ear from behind,
"I told you to never steal again. Don't try to fuck with me."

That said, she released his balls, slammed her stick into them from behind and
watched him fall into the mud like the messy pulp he was. He didn't even try
to get his face out of the dirt. "Say it", she demanded.

"I... will never... steal again."

"Fine", she smiled, circling him slowly, "easy as pie, no?" Gently, she pushed
her foot under his ribs to turn him around on his back without even bothering
to bend down. His eyes were staring empty. His cheeks were bleeding from her
kicking. His badly damaged genitals were absurdly oversized, swollen from her
treatment, all covered in greasy, brown mud, just like his face, hair, body
and denim outfit. He was finished. "Pull up your jeans again", she asked,
"it's such a pittiful sight."

Cory nodded, barely recognizable, trying to bend over to reach for his belt.
After a few seconds of his unsuccessful attempts to get things done, she
grabbed him again, pulled him out of the dirt with one strong arm and yanked
his belt up with the other one, hitting his testicles one more time with the
crotch of his own jeans. Even though his swollen malehood barely fitted into
them, he wouldn't dare to complain.

"For now, I'll leave it at a warning for speeding", she explained, as he
obediently packed up his genitals again, "be aware that next time, I'll have
to write you a ticket.. I hope you realize that speeding is dangerous. In case
you'd like to write a complaint, I am Officer Zoe Fuck-You-Asshole. That's
with a double s."

"I won't complain, officer Zoe", Cory gasped.

"Fine", she nodded, releasing her grip around his collar. He stood on his own
feet for about two seconds before he hit the familiar dirt again. "I'd advise
you to clear the area quickly", she added, "more patrols might be on their
way. Have a nice day."

Slowly walking to her car with her ass swinging, she didn't even bother to
check whether Cory would dare to attack her from behind.

As he was lying in the cold mud with anything between his knees and ribs
burning like the devil himself had kicked him in the balls, Cory heard the
sound of the patrol car slowly fading into the distance. Something felt like
it was about time to consider a change of profession.