Tina's Detour

While I was laid up with COVID, I spent lots of my time on my favorite passion, writing. Those of you who have read my blog know that I like sexual stories, sexual stories that deal with pain and abuse. Another of my favorite story types centers around my being a sadist. I have written several stories centering around a beautiful young woman named Tina. In Tina's stories, she always dies a terrible death. Another main character is often a man named Sam.

Tina looked at Google Maps, and the app told her that there had been a massive wreck on the interstate. The app told her delays of up to 60 minutes were to be expected. Tina had never been on this part of the interstate, but she figured that she should be able to work her way south and west and work herself around the delays.

It was 3 AM, and Tina drove confidently, trusting her GPS to eventually work her back to the interstate. She was, however, surprised that the GPS had directed her to such a poorly maintained road. The road was exceedingly narrow and full of potholes.

After twenty minutes on the unfamiliar road, red and blue lights flickered in her rear view mirror. A sense of unease settled over her body as Tina pulled over on the gravel shoulder. An old police car, looking like it had driven straight out of a 1950s horror movie, parked behind her. Rust covered its sides, and the siren was barely attached to the car's roof.

The cop, an older man with a worn uniform riddled with moth holes, his name tag said Sam, approached her driver side window, spitting out a massive chunk of tobacco as he walked. "What's the matter, officer?" Tina asked, trying to keep her voice confident and steady.

"Shut the fuck up and get out of the car," he growled. "Stand in front of the car. Do not turn off the engine and shift to high beams." Tina's stomach twisted in knots. "I don't understand. What's wrong, officer?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I said, shut the fuck up and get out of the goddamn car! Stand about 10 feet in front of the car so that the high beams light you up." he barked.

Reluctantly, Tina stepped out of the car. The gravel crunched under her feet as she moved to the front of the car, illuminated by the high beams. The cop watched her intently. "You don't belong on this road," he said. "I—" Tina began, but the cop lunged forward and grabbed her mouth with his rough hand. "Keep this SHUT," he snarled. Fear gripped her as the cop let go.

Don't move while I search your car. The cop took his flashlight and spent about 5 minutes tearing up Tina's car. Tina heard the cop's knife tearing up her upholstery. She yelled, "God damn it, you are going to pay for that."

"Did you find anything when you tore up my car?" Tina yelled at the cop.

The cop held up a book of matches and said, "I found this." Tina replied, "OK, you found a book of matches, so what?" Sam replied, "This is a book of matches from a strip club. Are you a stripper?"
Damn, damn, her friend Bobby had most likely left the matchbook in her car. "No, that came from a friend," replied Tina.

"God damn, I bet you are one of those dancers from the strip club. Would you dance for me?" he asked, his tone dripping with malice. "I'm not a dancer," she stammered. "I just want to get home."

The cop's expression darkened. "I wasn't asking, Missy. Dance." Desperation clawed at Tina. She began to move awkwardly at first, hoping to find an opportunity to escape. The cop watched her intently, his grin widening.

"Aw, you can do better than that," he sneered. He returned to his car and turned on the radio, finding Wild Cherry's "Play That Funky Music” and turned the radio up loud. "Now, let's see you dance," he said, leaning against the car. Tina felt a cold sweat break out on her skin. She danced, trying to mimic the style of the song; her body, stiff with fear, was not responding.

The cop's eyes never left her, his gaze predatory. He stepped closer, grabbing her face again. "Missy, I know you dance at the strip club. "No, I'm not a dancer," she whimpered. "Please, let me go." The cop's grip tightened. "I know you are. Now strip for me. Make it sexy."

Tina's heart pounded as she hesitated. The cop's leer intensified. "I don't have all night," he said. With trembling hands, she began to undress, hoping to find a way to escape. She moved slowly, trying to make her movements appear graceful despite the terror gripping her heart. She slid her skirt down her legs, then unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall to the ground. The cop watched her intently, a twisted smile spreading across his face.

"That's more like it," he said, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Tina continued to strip, removing her bra and panties, feeling more exposed and vulnerable with each passing second. Completely naked now, she forced herself to keep dancing, swaying her hips and spinning under the relentless glare of the headlights.

Sam walked up to her and looked Tina up and down, grabbing his crotch. "You made me hard, Missy. I bet you make all the guys hard. Hmm, what can I do with this hard cock." Tina shuddered when she heard that statement.

Just as she was about to lose hope, another set of headlights appeared down the road, cutting through the darkness. Tina's heart leaped with a mix of hope and fear, but as the vehicle came into view, her hopes were crushed. It was another old cop car, even more worn than the first.

The door creaked open, and out stepped another cop, poorly dressed in a dirty, tobacco-stained shirt and urine stains on his pants. He exuded the same menacing aura as Sam, if not worse. "Sammy boy, what do you have here? Looks like you got a nice-looking young lady standing naked in the road. What gives?" the new cop asked, his voice rough and mocking.

Tina said, "Sir, this guy is breaking all the rules, making me strip and stand here naked and slashing the seats of my car." The cop said, "Is that so? Sammy boy, you being bad again, he laughed?"

Sam grinned maliciously. "Tommy, this little missy is a stripper and a pretty good one, got me hard. You know strippers are into drugs, but I couldn't find any in her car.

Tommy said, "Sammy boy, she might be a mule. I'm sure she has drugs hidden within her body. We're going to have to do a cavity search." Tina's blood ran cold. "No, please!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "I don't have any drugs. I swear!" Tommy laughed, a cruel, grating sound. "Well, you don't mind if we have a look, do you?"

Sam approached Tina with a set of handcuffs. He grabbed her roughly and forced her hands behind her back, securing her wrists. The metal bit into her skin, and she winced in pain, feeling utterly trapped and powerless. Tommy stepped forward, snapping on a pair of latex gloves with a sickening grin. But Sam stopped him. "No need for them," he said, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Take them off. You need to feel this bitch."

Tommy's grin widened as he removed the gloves, tossing them aside. "You're right. It makes sense to be able to feel her insides, and besides, it's more fun this way."

Tina's mind raced, searching for any possible escape, but there was none. She was entirely at their mercy. Tears streamed down her face as she realized the full horror of her situation. "Please, don't do this," she begged, her voice trembling. "I'm telling the truth. I don't have any drugs." Sam grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back painfully. "Shut up," he snarled. "This will be much easier for you if you cooperate."

Tommy stepped closer, his hands now free of gloves, and reached toward Tina's body. She felt his rough, calloused fingers against her skin, and her body tensed in terror. "You'll enjoy this," he whispered, his voice filled with malicious glee.

Sam moved behind Tina, forcing her legs apart by kicking her left leg outward. The kick caused Tina to lose her balance and fall to her knees. Sam grabbed a handful of Tina's hair, pulling her back to her feet.

Tommy's hands roamed over her body, his touch invasive and cruel. Tina screamed, her cries echoing through the empty night, but there was no one to hear her, no one to save her. Tina felt his fingers start to pry her dry pussy apart. Then he stopped. "Damn, this bitch is so tight and dry this is going to be hard to do. You got any lubrication, Sammy boy?"

Sam said, "No." then his eyes lit up, and he said he had an idea. Sam went to his car and came back with his baton. He held it up to Tina's mouth and said, "Suck it" Tina firmly shut her mouth and shook her head, no. Sam said, "Missy, you are going to suck this. It can be easy or hard. The hard way is I will jam this baton between your teeth. Of course, you will have to see a dentist afterward." Tina slowly opened her mouth. As soon as her mouth started to open, Sam shoved the baton deep into Tina's mouth, hitting the back of her throat. The baton caused Tina to gag, and Sam pushed the baton in further. That last movement caused Tina to vomit up her late-night meal. Chunks of regurgitated food covered Tina's breasts. Sam took the baton and rubbed it through the mess on Tina's breasts. "Lick it off," said Sam. She saw no other option. Tina licked the mess off the baton, spitting it on the road.

Sam took the wet baton and rubbed it up and down over Tina's nipples. Tina's body responded to the feel of the baton against her nipples. Damn, she thought. Do not let me respond to this evilness. Sam said, "Look at that, Tommy, look at her nipples; they must be an inch long." Tommy reached forward and grabbed Tina's right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began to twist the nipple hard to the left. Tina yowled in pain and tried to twist away from Tommy.

Sam took the baton and started to slowly drop the baton down her belly toward her dry cunt. Her cunt was not as dry due to the attention given to her nipples. Oh, please, no, thought Tina, please don't let happen what I think is about to happen. Sam continued to drop the baton toward her cunt. Tina felt the baton touch her cunt lips, and Sam dropped the handle and began to seesaw the baton between her legs. Each thrust rubbed back and forth over her clit. Her body began to involuntarily respond to the stroking of her clit. Sam said, "Tommy, she likes this too." As Sam continued to seesaw back and forth against her clit, he continued to lower his hand containing the handle of the baton, resulting in the baton's head diving in between Tina's labia in search of her hole.

Sam dropped to his knees and began to push the head of the baton into her vagina. Her vagina was much wetter now, but the head of the baton still grabbed the labia and tried to drag the labia into her cunt. Tina was now actively hunching up and down on the baton. She had almost forgotten about the predicament she was in, instead urging on the orgasm she felt coming. Suddenly, her body took over her mind, and she had a massive orgasm. "I think she is ready for the cavity search, Tommy," said Sam.

Tina saw Tommy drop to his knees, and she felt his fingers enter her vagina. Damn, he must not have trimmed his fingernails in a while, Tina thought. Tommy had three fingers in her and was withdrawing his fingers by curling his fingers up and withdrawing them. His fingers were going back and forth over her G-spot. Again, her body couldn't have cared less about what the hell she was in and responded to the movement of Tommy's fingers over her G-spot. Tina knew that she was a squirter, but she was utterly taken aback by the volume of liquid that gushed from her cunt. The pleasure was unbelievable. Sam said, "Damn, Tommy, I think she pissed on you." Tommy did not respond to Sammy boy's stupid statement; instead, he tries to insert as many fingers into this woman as possible.

As the vicious search of her cunt continued, Tina's body continued to respond involuntarily. Amid the pain, she felt a confusing surge of sensations she couldn't control. "Damn, Tommy, she's digging this," Sam sneered, his eyes gleaming with sick pleasure. Tommy laughed, slipping in a fourth finger. "You like that, don't you? Filthy whore." Tina's mind screamed in despair, but her body's betrayal only seemed to fuel their cruelty. Tommy continued his invasive search, taking pleasure in her reactions, his fingers probing roughly. After what felt like an eternity, the new cop finally withdrew his hands, a look of disappointment on his face. "There's nothing here," he said, his voice frustrated. "I think she may have been telling the truth about having no drugs.

Sam said, "But what about her ass? Drugs could be there. Tommy leaned in and looked Tina in the eyes. "Tell you what, missy, We can shove a hand up your ass, or if you can somehow take a shit, we will know there are no drugs there.

Tina rapidly shook her head up and down in the affirmative. I can shit, I think. Tina started to push and grunt, begging for her bowels to loosen. After about three minutes of this, she was able to push out two hard round balls of shit. Tommy said, "OK, missy, you are good."

Tommy said, "Let's get out of here," he said coldly. They unlocked the handcuffs, and Tina's arms fell limply to her sides. She slid to the ground, too weak and humiliated to move. The two cops stood there, and Sam said, "We can't just let her go; she has seen both of us." Tina said, "I will not say a thing; just let me go."

As Tina lay there sobbing, Tommy paused and turned back towards his car. "Wait a minute," he said, rummaging through the backseat. He returned with a small balloon filled with cocaine. He removed his badge, using the needle part to poke holes in the balloon. "Here," he said, handing it to Tommy, "stick this up her ass. Let's give her the ultimate booty bump."

Tina's eyes widened in horror as she realized what they intended to do. She struggled weakly, trying to crawl away, but her body was too weak from the earlier assault. Tommy grabbed her, flipping her over and pinning her down. "Hold still," he sneered, positioning her for the cruel act. Tina's screams filled the night, but they were of no use. Sam handed the balloon to Tommy, who forced it inside her. Tina's body convulsed with pain and fear as the fentanyl-laced cocaine began to seep into her system.

She felt a wave of dizziness and nausea, her vision blurring as the potent drugs took hold. As the medicines overwhelmed her system, Tina's mind became foggy, and surprisingly, amid the pain, she felt an odd, unwelcome warmth spreading through her body. Erotic thoughts began to invade her mind, an involuntary response to the intense sensations overtaking her. Her heart raced uncontrollably, and she looked at the two cops with a confused mixture of fear and desire. She felt an inexplicable need to be with them, to feel their touch, despite the horrors they had inflicted upon her. She tried to crawl toward them, her body weak and failing. Sam and Tommy watched in cruel amusement as Tina struggled, her movements slow and uncoordinated.

Just as she reached out toward them, her body gave out. Tina collapsed to the ground, her breath shallow and labored. Her vision darkened, and she felt herself slipping away, the warmth giving way to an icy numbness. Her heartbeats grew weaker until her heart finally stopped. Tina's lifeless body lay still on the cold ground, her tragic end a testament to the unimaginable cruelty she had endured. The two cops looked down at her, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and indifference.

"Well, that's that," Sam said, stepping back. "We need to make sure this looks like an overdose."

Tommy nodded, his eyes still fixed on Georgia's motionless form. "No one will ever know what really happened." After all, we would be the investigating officers.

They quickly staged the scene, ensuring that all evidence pointed to an accidental overdose. Sam retrieved the drugs and any other incriminating evidence. Tommy dressed Tina's body in the clothes she had shed, dragged her back to her car, and slipped her into the driver's seat. It looked like Tina had succumbed to the drug on her own. Sam positioned a needless syringe in the center console. He had inserted a mixture of cocaine and water into the syringe, which was typical of a person performing a "booty bump."

By the time they were done, Tina's body was just another tragic statistic, her true story buried beneath layers of lies and deceit. Her death would be mourned by those who loved her.

The two cops laughed and joked, unaffected by the harm they had inflicted on Tina. It was just another night, another victim. Another story to be manipulated to their advantage,

After the investigation, the coroner ruled Tina's death an accidental overdose. The official narrative painted her as just another unfortunate soul lost to the dangers of drug abuse. The pain and terror she had endured were buried with her, known only to the two cops who walked away from Tina's naked body without a second thought.