Whimpering in fear, Detective Rita Andrews knew the tiny teenager had won the fight. She was in agony from the beating and had never been so scared of anyone in her life. Trudy wasn't done with her yet. She dragged the big older woman up on her feet. Rita had no heart to resist.

Rita whimpered painfully, in protest, but didn't fight back.

"Get in there!"  Trudy snapped, giving the sniffling detective a shove toward the garage.

Inside the garage, the sniffling detective could still hardly stand. The little bitch had beaten her up really good! Her stomach was twisted in a knot of pain, and she gulped to keep from throwing up.

Trudy was in ecstasy. She still couldn't believe she'd beaten up the bigger, older woman so easily, and now the frightened detective was letting her shove her around, and give her orders. Rita's submissive behavior was really turning Trudy on. Bullying other girls always did that to her. This was the first chance she ever had to bully an older woman, and that made it even more exciting.  Trudy examined the cringing detective, critically. She'd intended to handcuff her in here, while she made a getaway. After all, though, why not have some fun with the bitch first. Rita was an extremely attractive woman, in a full figured, matronly way. In fact Trudy thought she was gorgeous. That she was a grown up woman and a detective to boot, made her almost irresistible.

"You got a real nice body, Detective! Why dontcha take off that skirt and blouse, and show it t'me!"

Rita shivered in dread. The idea of taking her clothes off in front of the leering brat, who'd just beaten her up horrified her, but she didn't argue. The tiny, blond girl, who minutes before looked pitifully harmless, now seemed so intimidating and powerful, she didn't dare disobey her. In fact she felt a compelling urge to do anything Trudy told her to.

After one half-hearted protest, Rita stooped, and with an unhappy sniffle, removed her skirt. In her reluctance, she did it as slowly as possible.  Trudy found the detective's modest reluctance to display her body tantalizingly sexy. Trudy enjoyed sex with her boyfriend, especially if she was on top, but she also liked to fool round with other girls sometimes. She particularly liked it when she found one she could dominate and bully. She had no doubts she'd found one in this most unlikely circumstance.

"Hah! A grown up cop, and she's easier to push around, than that little freshman last week!" Trudy congratulated herself, as she smugly watched the tall, full-bodied policewoman obediently step out of her short skirt.

Taking off her skirt in front of the grinning teenager was bad enough, but when she had to take off her blouse too, Rita was nearly in tears.

As Rita shamefacedly tried to cover her large, opulent breasts, Trudy authoritatively tugged at the waist band of her panties.

The thought of displaying her naked pussy to the hellish teen was too horrible to contemplate.  Rita hesitantly whimpered a refusal to remove her briefs. Trudy roughly smacked her across the face.

Rita screamed in shock at the hard slap. It was a vicious reminder of the terrible beating the girl had just given her. She didn't have the courage to face more of that. Oh, the little bitch was so strong and determined, she didn't dare disobey!  With a sniffle of misery, the frightened detective tugged her panties down her strong shapely legs.

Once Rita took off the last of her brief summer garments, Trudy began boldly fondling her nude body. Rita whimpered in protest, but she was too scared to defend herself.  Trudy was so insolently intimidating, she knew she'd let the little bitch do anything she wanted. It was better than another beating.

Rita sniffled in misery as Trudy's groping hands discovered her most intimate secrets.

Submitting to the intimidating teenager's groping hands was doing strange things to the mature policewoman. She'd never been in a situation like this before. Something about her fearful helplessness provoked a mortifying response she never suspected could happen to her.  The nasty teenager quickly guessed Rita's mortifying weakness.

"Now! Undress me!" Trudy commanded.

Hardly able to believe she was doing it, Rita slid Trudy's tee shirt over her head. Obediently obeying the girl, and humbly performing the intimate, demeaning service made Rita feel all the more subservient to the strong willed, little, blonde devil. She forgot she was the strong, capable woman she'd always prided herself on being. The humiliation of being beaten up by a teenager had reduced her to a trembling child, answering to a stern adult. It was as though...as though...as though she should worship her!

When Trudy ordered her to kneel down to take off her shorts, Rita, obediently, almost reverently, sank down in front to the cruel teenager.

When she'd pulled the shorts down, exposing Trudy's youthful pussy, Rita did her best not to look, but it was a struggle. The devilish Trudy seemed to know what she was thinking and pulled her head close.

"Go on look at it! Nice isn't' it?"

Unable to help herself, Rita looked.

Growing ever more excited by the kneeling policewoman's obedient subservience, Trudy told Rita to kiss her pussy.

With a sob of resignation, the kneeling policewoman gingerly touched her lips to the girl's adolescent pussy, but then before she could help herself, her tongue slid out and lapped delicately; a cat with a saucer of cream.

Trudy shivered ecstatically when she felt Rita's shyly extended tongue. In moments she exploded in a delightful orgasm.

After that incredible orgasm, Trudy dominantly pushed Rita down on her back. Her lust was far from slaked by just one.

Looking up at the nude teenager, possessively standing over her,  Rita never felt so helpless and inadequate in her life. She shivered in dread of the power the little blonde had gained over her.

Trudy was well aware of the naked policewoman's fearful surrender to her dominance, but she liked hearing it out loud. She possessively fondled Rita's large shapely breast, and demanded Rita  tell her. With a shudder of shame the cowed detective confessed her weakness.

Trudy lay down on Rita's body, and toyed with her large breasts, nipping at the stiffened spikes of her nipples until the helpless detective was aflame with desire. Afraid to move, she shivered in fear of her own weakness. How could the vicious teen be doing this to her?

When Trudy wheeled around and buried her face in Rita's crotch, Rita couldn't control her subservient lust; she helplessly, hungrily buried her own face between Trudy's skinny thighs.

When she was done, Trudy stood up. She looked down with a grin of satisfaction. Totally spent by her passionate response, Rita lay in a daze, still not sure how this awful thing happened to her.  Trudy swiftly pulled on her shorts and tee shirt. She ran from the garage, but returned a moment later with Rita's hand bag. Opening it she spied the handcuffs. She knelt beside the dazed policewoman and slipped one of the bracelets on Rita's left wrist.

"Now, get up, you shameless slut!"  Trudy ordered, laughingly.

Hardly knowing what was happening to her, Rita was pulled to her feet. A moment later, Trudy had looped the cuffs over a low rafter and snapped the other cuff on Rita's right wrist. In sick horror, Rita realized Trudy was going to leave her chained up in the garage, naked.

Trudy had one more humiliation in store for the weeping policewoman.

"Oh, you little bitch! Y-you can't leave me like this...oh please don't Trudy! Wasn't I n-nice to to you? Didn't I do and everything you said?  Oh don't do this to me, pleeaassee! Oh, you're going to be in real trouble now!"

Unmoved by either Rita's empty threats or her pathetic pleas, Trudy took the lipstick from Rita's bag and wrote a parting message to the weeping policewoman, on Rita's own broad bottom cheeks.

"The Chief'll probably promote you, when the other pigs find you and read that!" Trudy laughed as she swiftly fled the garage.