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#Abuse #Blackmail #Lesbian #Rape
By Relatively Speaking
The first day back at school and Lynda is introduced to Officer Johnson’s partner.
CHAPTER THREE – Back in School
Lynda Forrester took a deep breath, feeling the chilly autumn air fill her lungs as she stepped out of her house. She looked at the golden leaves that danced around her feet, the crunching sound echoing in the quiet neighborhood. Her eyes fell upon her son, Mark, waiting impatiently by the car, his backpack slung over his shoulder, eager to start a new school year. With a forced smile, she walked towards him, her heels clicking against the pavement.
During the drive, she tried to keep the conversation light, asking Mark about his classes and his new teachers, trying to ignore the knot in her stomach. He chattered away, his youthful enthusiasm a stark contrast to the dread that had settled in hers. They pulled up to the school, a modern building with gleaming windows that reflected the early morning light. The parking lot was a buzz of activity with parents dropping off their children, teachers unloading supplies, and the distant sound of children’s laughter.
Despite the serene surroundings and Mark’s excitement, the sight of the school assembly triggered memories of the message she received before bed last night. She hoped the assembly would keep her safe from her attacker.
Her eyes scanned the crowd for any sign of him. The policeman she had hoped never to see again. But there he was, standing tall in his uniform, a smug grin playing on his lips as he spotted her. His partner, a stern-looking woman with her hair pulled back into a bun, was by his side, whispering something into his ear. The sight of them together, looking so official, so powerful, sent a chill down her spine. He had taken from her something she could never get back, and now he was here, in a place that was supposed to be safe.
Her hand trembled as she put the car in park, her heart racing in her chest. She turned to Mark, trying to keep the fear from her voice.
“Remember to have a good day, okay?” she said, her eyes pleading with him to be safe.
Mark, oblivious to the turmoil within her, nodded and jumped out of the car, waving goodbye as he disappeared into the sea of students.
The moment he was out of sight, she felt the weight of the world pressing down on her. She sat in the car, her mind racing, trying to figure out what she could do. She knew that she couldn’t ignore this, that she had to face the monster again. But how? The assembly was about to start, and she had nowhere to hide. With a heavy sigh, she stepped out of the car and started walking towards the school, her eyes never leaving the two officers.
The assembly hall was already filling up with students and teachers, the air thick with anticipation. The principal stood at the podium, shuffling papers, preparing to welcome everyone back. As Lynda approached the entrance, Officer Johnson looked up, his gaze meeting hers. He smirked, a silent message that sent a wave of nausea through her body. The female cop noticed and gave her a smug look, and Lynda quickly averted her eyes.
Entering the hall, she found a spot at the back, her eyes darting around for an escape route. She felt his presence, a dark shadow that loomed over her. The assembly began, the principal’s voice droning on about the importance of unity and community, but all she could think about was the monster in their midst. Her thoughts were interrupted by a hand on her shoulder, and she spun around, ready to flee. But it was just a friendly teacher, asking her to sit down.
Lynda nodded and took a seat, her knees knocking together. She knew she had to tell someone, had to get help, but who could she trust? The police were the last people she wanted to turn to, but the fear was suffocating her. She had to do something before it was too late. The assembly dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity. And as she sat there, surrounded by the people she was supposed to trust, she realized that she was in this fight alone.
In the packed assembly hall, Lynda felt the presence of the rapist cop and his partner, their gazes taunting her. Despite the principal’s speech on unity, she found no solace, feeling trapped and alone in her battle for safety and justice. She desperately needed to confide in someone but didn’t know who to trust.
The tension grew as the assembly neared its end, and she felt the eyes of Officer Johnson burning into her back. Her mind raced, trying to formulate a plan, any plan to keep Mark safe. Her eyes fell on the fire exit, and she made the decision. As the last notes of the national anthem played, she slipped out of the hall, her heart hammering in her chest.
The corridor was empty, the echo of her footsteps bouncing off the walls. She hurried down the hallway, searching for a quiet place to gather her thoughts. She stumbled into the music room, the scent of old instruments and polished floors bringing a semblance of calm. But that calm was shattered when she heard the door open and close, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching.
The female cop appeared, a knowing smile on her face. “Lynda,” she said, “I need to talk to you about something important.” Her grip was firm as she guided her towards her office, The office door closed with a click, and she turned the lock, trapping them inside.
The room was small and windowless, the walls lined with bookshelves and diplomas. Her desk loomed large in the center, a symbol of authority that now felt like a prison cell. The female cop leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, waiting. A minute later, there was a soft knock on the door. The female cop unlocked the door and let her partner in. then she re-locked the door
“I’ve been thinking about our little… agreement,” he began, his voice low and menacing. “And I think it’s time for round three.” The words sent a cold shiver through her body, but she forced herself to stand tall.
The female cop stepped behind her, her touch cold and unwelcome as she started to unbutton Lynda’s blouse. The fabric slid down, revealing her bruised and exposed skin. Officer Johnson’s eyes lit up with excitement as he sat in her chair, leaning back and watching the scene unfold.
“You see,” he said, stroking the gun at his side, “I own you now. And if you ever think about telling anyone, or running, I’ll make sure that sweet little boy of yours learns about this the hard way.” His voice was a snake’s hiss, and she knew he wasn’t bluffing.
Lynda felt a wave of nausea wash over her, but she had to be strong. For Mark. She clenched her fists and met his gaze with a fiery determination.
“Leave my son out of this,” she spat, her voice shaking but firm. The female cop chuckled; her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
Officer Johnson stood up, towering over her. “Or what?” he taunted, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. She gritted her teeth, the pain sharp and real. But she wouldn’t let them see her break. Not here, not now.
Her eyes darted around the room, searching for something, anything, she could use to fight back. But all she saw were the cold, unfeeling eyes of the two officers, and the implacable wall of her office. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as she realized the gravity of her situation.
The female cop stepped closer, her voice a mockery of sweetness.
“Don’t worry, I just want to make sure you can follow instructions. Turn around, place your hands against the wall.”
She did as she was ordered. The female cop hoisted Lynda’s dress up around her naked waist.
“No underwear, that’s a good girl.”
Lynda’s cheeks burned with humiliation as she felt the cold wall against her palms. Officer Johnson’s breath was hot on her neck, his hands wandering over her exposed skin, leaving a trail of disgust. The female cop’s touch was cold and methodical, as if she was searching for something specific.
“Please,” Lynda whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please don’t do this.”
The female cop’s grip on her wrist tightened, her nails digging into her skin.
“You’re going to learn to be a good little slut, aren’t you?” she hissed, her voice low and vindictive. “You’re going to do exactly as we say, or else.”
Lynda’s eyes searched the room, desperate for an escape, but all she found were the unyielding eyes of her tormentors. Officer Johnson’s hand traveled up her spine, sending a shiver of revulsion through her.
“Let’s not be hasty,” he said, his voice a sick parody of calm. “First things first.”
He returned to the chair and sat down. When he was comfortable he nodded to his female partner. She moved to the desk, took off her shoes, undid her pants and dropped both them and her panties around her ankles. She sat her pert ass up on Lynda’s desk and beckoned to Lynda.
“Get over here!” she growled.
Lynda’s legs felt like they were made of lead, but she complied, moving closer to the desk. Officer Johnson watched with a cruel smile as his partner spread her legs, exposing herself completely.
“You know what to do,” she said, her voice thick with lust.
Her stomach churned with revulsion, but she had to keep the facade. She took a step forward, her mind racing. The female cop’s eyes gleamed with anticipation, and she leaned in, her breath hot against Lynda’s ear.
“You’re going to do such a good job,” she murmured, her hands roaming over her body.
Lynda felt bile rise in her throat, but she had to keep it together. For Mark. She dropped to her knees and stared at the shaved pudenda in front of her face. Tentatively, she leaned forward.
The female cop leaned forward, grabbed Lynda by her hair and forced her to look up at her.
“You better make me cum!” she hissed.
Officer Johnson’s eyes bore into her as the female cop’s hands continued to roam over her head and face, her touch a violation that made Lynda’s skin crawl. The weight of the situation was crushing, but she had no choice but to get through this for Mark’s sake.
As she leaned in, the smell of the female cop’s arousal was almost unbearable, a stark contrast to the coppery scent of fear that filled the room. Officer Johnson’s hand moved to his belt, unbuckling it with a metallic clank that seemed to echo through the small space. The anticipation in the air was thick, a miasma of dread and depravity that threatened to suffocate her.
The female cop’s hands grew more insistent, her nails digging into Lynda’s flesh as she pulled her closer to her sex, and Lynda had to fight the urge to recoil.
“Open your mouth,” the female cop ordered, her voice a low growl of demand. “You’re going to make me feel good, and if you do, maybe we’ll go easy on you.”
Lynda’s heart pounded in her chest, but she knew she had to play along. She leaned in, her stomach in knots, and took a deep breath. The taste of the female cop’s arousal was bitter and wrong, but she forced herself to focus on the task at hand. Officer Johnson watched, his eyes gleaming with excitement, his hand slowly unbuckling his belt.
The female cop’s legs tightened around her head, her breathing growing heavier. Lynda tried to ignore the pain in her knees, the way the hard wooden floor was cutting into her skin.
Officer Johnson leaned back in the chair, watching with a twisted smile.
“Look at her,” he said to his partner. “So eager to please.”
Lynda’s eyes remained closed as she kissed and licked the female cop’s labia. She had never been with a woman before, but she knew what she liked from the few sexual partner’s she’d had that had gone down on her before.
Officer Johnson stroked his cock through his trousers. “Look at her,” he murmured to his partner. “She’s loving it.”
Lynda’s mind was racing, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. She felt the female cop’s hands on her shoulders, drawing her in closer to her sex.
“You’re going to make me cum,” the female cop breathed into her ear, her grip tightening on Lynda’s hair. “And if you do a good job, maybe we’ll let you leave here with your dignity intact.”
The words were like a knife to Lynda’s soul, but she forced herself to keep going. She focused on the sound of her own breathing, trying to drown out the moans and grunts coming from the woman above her. Officer Johnson had stopped his verbal taunts, his eyes locked onto the scene with a hungry gaze.
The female cop’s hands slid over her, the touch was cold and mechanical, stripping her of all dignity and leaving her feeling like nothing more than an object to be used and discarded. Her stomach churned as the woman’s fingers grabbed her hair and forced her face deeper into her labial folds.
Lynda’s mind was a whirlwind of fear and anger. She thought of Mark, of the life she had hoped to give him, and the future that now looked so bleak. Her mouth moved mechanically; her tongue tracing patterns she knew would make the woman above her quiver. Officer Johnson leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving the scene. He was the puppet master, orchestrating her degradation, and she was the marionette, dancing to his twisted tune.
The female cop’s breath grew ragged, and Lynda felt a sense of shame and disgust deep in her stomach.
Officer Johnson leaned in, his breath hot and rank.
“Looks like you’re enjoying this,” he sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. “You’re going to be a good little whore, aren’t you?”
Lynda’s jaw clenched, but she didn’t dare to speak. Instead, she focused on the sounds of the school outside the room—the distant chatter of students, the occasional footstep in the hallway. Anything to keep from screaming.
The female cop’s hands felt like ice as they touched her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She knew what was coming, had felt it before when a man had gone done on her, and she couldn’t stop the cold dread that washed over her. Her mind was racing, trying to find a way out.
“Look at her,” Officer Johnson said, his voice a sickening purr of satisfaction. “She’s practically begging for it.”
Lynda felt a tear slip down her cheek, the humiliation complete. But she knew she had to keep playing along, had to find a way to get through this.
Officer Johnson’s eyes were glued to the sight of her bare breasts, his breathing growing heavier. He leaned back in the chair, his hand moving to his crotch.
“Keep going,” he ordered, his voice thick with desire.
The female cop’s touch grew more possessive, her hands digging into Lynda’s hair as her arousal peaked before she exploded all over Lynda’s face.
“Fuck, that was good.” She panted. “I’m really going to enjoy our time together.”
Officer Johnson’s eyes never left Lynda’s exposed body as he leaned back in the chair, his hand still on his cock, stroking it to full hardness.
“You’re going to love this,” he said, his voice a dark promise of more pain to come.
The female cop stepped aside, allowing him to approach Lynda. He grabbed her by the wrists and spun her around, forcing her to face him. His hands were rough, his grip unyielding as he kept her on her bruised and aching knees.
“You know what to do, get started!”
Officer Johnson’s voice was a command, a demand that Lynda knew she had to obey. She felt the female cop’s cold, hard fingers on her neck, pushing her down towards his erect member. The taste of the woman’s arousal still lingered on her lips, mixing with the bile that was rising in her throat. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to shut out the world around her.
“Look at me,” he growled, and she opened her eyes to see the lust and power in his gaze.
He was enjoying this, feeding off of her fear and humiliation. She looked up, her defiance broken. The female cop stepped back, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
“You’re going to be our little toy,” she said, sending a shiver of revulsion down Lynda’s spine. “You’re going to do whatever we want, whenever we want.”
Lynda felt the bile rise in her throat, but she had no choice. She nodded, her eyes staring upwards in defeat.
“Good girl,” Officer Johnson said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Now, let’s see if you can make me feel as just good as you did her.”
Lynda felt a tear slip down her cheek as she leaned forward, her trembling hand reaching for his erect member. She tried to ignore the final caress from the female cop as she stepped away to get dressed again.
Officer Johnson groaned; his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she took him into her mouth. He tasted of sweat and malice, a bitterness that seemed to seep into her very soul. She tried to keep her movements mechanical, to detach herself from the act, but the reality of what was happening was all too real.
“Look at me,” he said again, his voice thick with lust.
She didn’t dare disobey, her eyes meeting his. In them, she saw a monster, a creature devoid of empathy or humanity. She felt his hands on her head, guiding her movements, and she wanted to scream.
But she didn’t. For Mark, she had to endure this. She had to survive. So, she focused on the task, her mind elsewhere—anywhere but here. Officer Johnson’s grip on her hair grew painful, but she took it, her eyes never leaving his as she pleasured him with her mouth. The room was silent except for the wet sounds of her degradation and his grunts of pleasure.
Officer Johnson’s grip on her hair grew tighter, his hips bucking as he approached his peak. His breath was hot and ragged in her ear, his moans a symphony of depravity. She braced herself for the inevitable, her eyes squeezed shut, her mind a million miles away.
As she felt him start to climax, she tasted his seed, bitter and vile. She tried to keep her face neutral, to hide the disgust that washed over her in waves. She knew she couldn’t afford to let them see her true feelings, not if she wanted to survive this. She swallowed both the sperm that invaded her mouth and the disgust she felt inside.
Officer Johnson pulled back, zipping up his pants with a smug smile.
“You’re a natural,” he said, patting her on the head like a dog. “Now, let’s not keep your class waiting, shall we?”
The female cop looked at her.
“How about a little gratitude?” she sneered
Lynda stood up, her legs shaking, and tried to straighten her clothes. She could feel the female cop’s eyes on her, the hunger not yet satiated.
“Thank you,” she managed to choke out, her voice a mere whisper.
The female cop leaned in, her breath hot against Lynda’s ear.
“Don’t thank me,” she murmured. “This is just the beginning.”
She stepped aside, allowing Officer Johnson to pass. He smirked as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup one of her bruised breasts. Lynda took a couple of seconds to compose herself before joining them in the hallway
“I look forward to our piano lessons.” smirked the female cop before turning and walking away with her partner.
Lynda watched them leave, her heart racing. She knew that she was in a precarious situation, but she also knew that she had to keep her wits about her. She couldn’t let them see her fear. On trembling legs, she made her way to her classroom.
The day passed in a blur of pain and humiliation, each minute an eternity as she forced herself to go through the motions of teaching her students. She felt their eyes on her, could almost hear their whispers, though she knew that they couldn’t possibly know what had just happened. The bell for the end of the school day was a sweet, sweet relief, but it also brought with it a fresh wave of dread.
The hallways cleared quickly, the laughter and chatter of the students fading into the background as she made her way back to her office. Her legs felt like they might give out beneath her, but she had to keep it together. Just a little longer. The female cop was waiting for her, leaning against the wall outside her door with a smug smile.
“I thought we could have a little chat,” she said, her voice dripping with insincerity. “About those music lessons.”
Lynda’s heart sank, but she knew she couldn’t refuse.
“Sure,” she managed to say, her voice shaky.
She led the female cop to her office, the walls seeming to close in around her with every step. The door clicked shut behind them, and the female cop leaned against it, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic excitement that made Lynda’s stomach turn.
The silence was deafening, the ticking of the clock on the wall the only sound in the small, suffocating space. The female cop stepped closer, her hand reaching for the lock, turning it with a decisive click.
“We need to make sure no one interrupts us,” she said, her voice a chilling purr.
She pushed Lynda backwards against her desk.
“Please, my son is waiting.”
“Don’t worry about him,” the female cop said with a cold smile. “He’ll be just fine. This won’t take long.”
Lynda felt the bile rise in her throat again, but she kept her face neutral, her eyes on the clock.
“So,” the female cop began, “about those piano lessons. I was thinking maybe we could make them a little more… intimate.”
Lynda felt a cold dread wash over her as she realized the depth of their depravity. They weren’t going to be content with just degrading her, they were going to bring her defilement into the one place where she used to feel safe, her home. She swallowed hard, trying to keep the fear from her voice.
“I’m not sure that’s appropriate,” she said, trying to keep her tone professional.
The female cop stepped closer, her breath hot against Lynda’s neck.
“Oh, it’s going to be much more than appropriate,” she murmured, her hands sliding up to cup Lynda’s breasts. “It’s going to be… essential.”
Lynda flinched at the touch, the pain from her bruises a stark reminder of what these monsters were capable of. She felt her abuser’s eyes on her, watching with a hunger that made her skin crawl. The female cop’s hands moved down to her waist, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she pulled her closer.
“You’re going to love our little… extracurricular activities.”
Her voice was a sultry purr that made Lynda’s stomach churn. She knew she had to play along, to keep them from turning their twisted games on Mark.
“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling.
The female cop leaned in closer, her breath hot against Lynda’s ear. “I’m going to come to your place after school, two nights a week. We’ll have some… private lessons. Just you and me.”
Lynda felt a tear slip down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away. She knew she had to keep her composure.
“What about Mark?” she asked, her voice a mere whisper.
“Don’t worry about him,” the female cop said, her eyes dark with malice. “We’ll make sure he’s busy with other things. Besides, it’s for his own good. We wouldn’t want him to know what kind of whore his mother really is, would we?”
Her words were like a slap in the face, but Lynda kept her cool. She had to protect Mark, even if it meant enduring more of their sadistic games.
“Fine,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Two nights a week.”
The female cop’s smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with victory. She leaned forward and kissed Lynda passionately. When Lynda didn’t respond, she reached up, grabbed Lynda’s left nipple and twisted. As Lynda opened her mouth to groan in pain, the cop forced her tongue into Lynda’s mouth, turning the assault into a twisted parody of intimacy.
“Perfect,” she said, stepping back and straightening her uniform. “Now, let’s get you home so you can start planning our first… session.”
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