He gave her a black sack. “When you finished getting dressed, go into the interrogation room and put this over your head.
Anais ran into the bathroom and put on the clothing — a mini skirt that left little to the imagination, a tube top that would expose her breasts if she bent over too far; clear 7 inch heels and a furry cropped jacket. She put her hair into a high ponytail on her head.
She strolled into the interrogation room and sat in the chair, adding the sack onto her head like she was supposed to. She waited in silent anticipation, closing her legs tight to put a bit of pressure on her sensitive clit. Her hands were folded on the table in front of her.
After what seemed like an eternity, the sack was ripped off of her face. She looked around while readjusting to the light; Peter was standing behind her, dressed in a shirt, tie and slacks.
“You thought that was really cute, didn’t you?” he asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Anais said with attitude.
“You don’t know what I’m talking about?” He slammed a manila folder on the table. “Prostitution, money laundering, murder. You have quite a rap sheet there dear.”
“I ain’t a hoe, and I sure as hell didn’t murder anyone or launder any money from them either.”
Peter stood across from her at the other side of the table. “Well, I have people who would attest to the opposite of your claims. How many husbands have you been through, three already? And all of them ended up dead.”
“They were old, they died of natural causes. I can’t help that they can’t handle a hot thing like me,” Anais said.
“Oh, they can’t handle a hot thing like you? Autopsy showed some poison in their system.”
“Poison?” Anais sneered. “Is this like the 2nd Century or something, who still poisons people?”
Peter yanked her by her hair, slightly pulling her ponytail out of place. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you? You know damn well you poisoned every last one of them and collected the money.” He grabbed her face. “Just admit to it. You’re the scum of the earth.”
“What kind of cop are you?” she retorted. “You can’t treat me like this.”
“I can treat you anyway I feel like it. As long as you’re in here, you don’t have any say in anything. You can make this real easy on yourself and just tell me what I want to hear. I can make everything a lot more pleasant for you and make sure you don’t spend the rest of your pretty little life rotting away in jail. Did you kill your husbands?”
“I told you, they died. I had nothing to do with it, although I was on top of one of the old bastards when he bit it-“
Peter jerked her out of the chair and slammed her onto the table, pinning both of her arms behind her back. He pressed his crotch hard into her revealed ass. Anais moaned.
“You don’t like doing things the easy way, do you?”
“Judging by your dick detective, I think you like doing things the hard way.”
With his free hand, Peter pulled at her hair, which was coming out of the ponytail. “Don’t be cute with me.”
She grinded her hips into his. “What if I could sway your opinion of me?”
“Sweetheart, you don’t want to try to sway my opinion. You might regret it.”
Anais slipped out of his grip and turned to face him, opening her legs wide to reveal the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “What’s wrong detective? You can’t handle me?”
“You can’t handle me,” he said with confidence.
“Try me.”
Peter began to undo his tie, keeping his eyes on Anais the entire time. Once he unbuttoned his shirt, he pulled Anais out of her cropped jacket and threw it off to the side. He kissed her forcefully and shoved his hand up her skirt, rubbing the lips of her already wet pussy. Anais moaned into his mouth and went to undo his hands, before he pounced on her and held her arms above her head. “You don’t get to touch me.” With one hand he held her arms down and with the other he continued his violation of her.
She shifted beneath his touch and looked at him with lust in her eyes. He stuck two fingers inside of her and finger fucked her hard, getting his fingers slick with her wetness. She bucked against his fingers before he removed him, denying her of the pleasure.
Peter took his pants and boxers off and pulled Anais to her knees, forcing his cock into her mouth. “Suck me,” he said. He held her hair in a vice grip and fucked her face. Anais swallowed him eagerly and sloppily, getting him wet with her spit.
He exhaled deeply and starred upward at the ceiling, pounding into her with such force that it nearly choked her.
He pulled himself out of her mouth and forced her back onto the table. He squeezed her neck gently and hiked her skirt up around her waist and threw her legs up into the air, opening her pussy to him.
“Is this what you are willing to do for your freedom?
“A girl’s gotta do-“
Before she could finish, he pushed into her, and she cried out in pleasure.
“Is this what you are willing to do for your freedom?”
The grinded into one another, two joined as one. He squeezed her neck a little tighter before pulling out of her. He left her spread eagle on the table and walked around her like a lion stalking its prey. He circled the table once and then flip her over onto her stomach, entering her again and fucking her once more. He pulled her hair. Anais met his thrusts with enthusiasm, looking at the both of them in the two way mirror.
He pulled out of her once more and went to his pants thrown across the room. He dug into his pockets until he pulled out another bottle of lubricant and a 10-inch dildo. He spread some lubricant across his fingers and worked his way into her tight asshole. She gripped the table and cried out in pleasure as he worked the full length of his middle and index fingers into her.
Anais moved with his fingers, and then he removed those and inserted the lubricated dildo into her almost all the way to the other end. Once that was in place, he stuck his dick inside of her pussy and fucked both of her holes.
“Spread your cheeks,” he demanded. Anais did as she was told. At the sight of her spread open holes, Peter thrust harder into her and Anais enjoyed every single second of it.
“Did you do all of that stuff?”
“No!” she said.
He fucked her harder. “Did you commit those crimes?”
“No!”
He growled into her ear, “I’m not going to stop until you confess.”
“There’s nothing to confess to.” She braced herself for what was coming. Peter slapped her ass hard.
“Confess!” He slapped her again.
The table cut into her stomach as he pounded into her. He held her neck down with his free hand.
“Confess and you won’t rot in jail.”
“I didn’t do it.” Anais could barely speak because she was overcome with pleasure. Peter continued fucking her. He stopped.
“You can’t come until you confess.” His thrusts became slower. “So did you do it?”
“No.” Electricity shot up her spine. She squeezed her muscles tighter around the dildo and her husband’s dick and he grunted in response.
“Did you do it?”
“No.” They continued on like this, and Peter smacked her ass and pulled her hair and abused his privileges as a cop.
Finally, Anais could not stand it any longer.
“Did you do the crimes?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her orgasm overcame her with fury and the table shook along with her. To her, it felt like it lasted forever, but the contractions finally subsided in her pussy and she laid on the table completely spent.
Peter was still hard, but he pulled himself and the dildo out of her. He whispered in her ear, “Even though you’ve confessed, I’m still not done with you.”
