Fic: To Protect and Serve (1/1)
Title: To Protect and Serve
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: NC-17 for sex.
Spoilers: Nope.
Summary: In which Quinn learns to respect Authority. Porn, that's all - there's not really much in the way of plot here, folks, and I refuse to apologise! :D
WARNINGS: Non-Consensual (Roleplay), Rough Sex
“God, what a day,” Quinn complained loudly as she shut the apartment door. “Ron wants a total revamp of the project layout, and Leah wants all of her pictures retaken, and-“ she turned around and her purse and keys fell to the floor as she stared open-mouthed.
Rachel. Uniform. Fuck. Fuck.
Rachel was dressed up as a policewoman. Her uniform wouldn’t have passed inspection at any force in the country, mind, but that thought was hardly foremost on Quinn’s mind. She was too busy drinking in the view. Rachel’s dark hair was tucked under a blue cap, and her eyes obscured by a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses. Her uniform top, complete with a badge, was so small that the buttons holding her breasts in looked likely to pop at any minute. Her pants looked painted-on, and there was an odd-looking bulge down her thigh.
Fuck.
She dangled a pair of steel handcuffs from her finger, and she looked deadly serious. She sauntered toward Quinn, who could only stand there and stare. “You,” Rachel said in a deep, husky voice, “are in deep trouble, young lady. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Uh?” was the most coherent reply Quinn could manage.
“I asked you a question!” Rachel’s voice rose, and she grabbed Quinn by the shoulders. She spun her around in a rough motion and pushed her against the closed door. Before Quinn could react, Rachel had cuffed her hands behind her and spun her back around. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I, uh, I don’t know?” her confusion was genuine.
“How about,” Rachel grabbed her ear and pulled her toward the bedroom, “you start by telling me you’re sorry?”
“I’m sorry?” she repeated. “What am I sorry for?” They reached the bedroom and Rachel pointed at Quinn’s laptop, displaying a page Rachel had obviously found in her browser history.
Fuck.
“Oh,” she said quietly. “That.”
“Yes, that,” Rachel nearly spat. “Would you like to explain that? Am I not enough for you anymore? You’ve got to fantasize about men having their way with you?”
“No,” Quinn protested. “Babe, it’s not like that. It’s not about them being guys, that’s not-“
“Then what is it about? Why would you even be looking at things like this?”
Quinn flushed to the roots of her hair. “Don’t make me say it,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry, did you think you had an option in this situation? You belong to me, and if I ask you a question you’re going to answer it,” Rachel’s tone was unyielding, and Quinn shivered.
“I, uh, I was just fantasizing.”
“About what? Last chance, Quinn - this all stops right now, and I’m walking out, if you can’t answer my question.”
“About being used!” Quinn exploded. “I was fantasizing about being used, just being fucked and abused by someone who didn’t care about my feelings, who didn’t try to be gentle, who’d force me to do whatever they wanted! I’m sorry, okay? I know it’s wrong, and that I’m sick, it was just a fantasy, that’s all-“ she was interrupted by a firm hand covering her mouth. She looked at Rachel, whose expression was unreadable because of the aviator glasses.
“Shut up,” Rachel snarled. “I’ve had enough of your snivelling. You’re in my house now, little girl, and you’re going to do exactly what I tell you. Do you understand me?”
Oh, sweet fuck.
Quinn nodded, and Rachel removed her hand. “Good. I don’t want to hear another word from you. Get down on your knees.”
Quinn was trembling all over, her breath coming in short gasps. Her panties, she knew already, were ruined. But she struggled to comply with Rachel’s demand, sinking to her knees without the aid of her cuffed hands. Rachel unzipped the fly of uniform pants and reached in to adjust the bulge - which was, as Quinn had suspected, a strap-on that now jutted proudly through the open fly. It was huge - bigger than anything they’d ever played with, thickly ribbed and a neon purple color.
“Open your mouth,” Rachel commanded, and she complied. The strap-on was forced into her mouth, and she tried to take it into her throat as deeply as possible. She began to bob her head, but Rachel stopped her with a hand on her forehead. “Don’t you dare move. That hole in your face is for me to fuck, and you don’t get to participate - you’re going to kneel there and I’m going to fuck your face, do you understand?”
Quinn mumbled a reply around the plastic in her mouth that seemed to satisfy her captor.
“Good.” Rachel put a hand on each side of her head to keep her still and began to thrust into her, hard and rough and fast, leaving Quinn trying to gasp for breath in the short intervals when the phallus wasn’t buried in her throat. She coughed and gagged, but Rachel didn’t let up, and Quinn was so aroused that it hurt, her clit throbbed and the material of her bra scraping her rock-hard nipples was almost too much to bear, and she knew she wouldn’t be allowed to satisfy her urges, and that somehow made it all even better. Her contemplation was interrupted when the dildo spurted something wetly into her throat and Rachel pulled it out, leaving a trail of sticky fluid dangling from Quinn’s lips.
“God, you’re not even a good hole,” Rachel shook her head. “Let’s see if the rest of you is worth looking at.” Reaching behind her, she grabbed a pair of scissors, and Quinn gasped. The outfit she was wearing - her good work clothes - was worth two weeks pay, and the bra was her favourite, but she didn’t protest as Rachel began to cut it all off of her, leaving her kneeling naked and handcuffed on the bedroom floor. Rachel tossed all of the clothing aside, save Quinn’s soaked panties, which she stuffed roughly in Quinn’s mouth. She could taste herself on the wet material, and she groaned softly. Rachel nudged her with the toe of her polished boot. “Shut up.” She pulled Quinn to her feet - by her hair - and pushed her onto the bed.
“Huh,” she shook her head in disappointment. “That’s it, huh? Hardly worth the time.” She grabbed Quinn’s nipples and twisted them savagely, making her cry out in pain. “I said, shut up. You’re a slow learner, aren’t you?” She squeezed both breasts roughly, crushing them together , and then released them just as quickly. She kicked Quinn’s legs apart, staring with disdain at her dripping pussy. “Look at that - this turns you on, doesn’t it? Knowing that you’re just a set of holes to me, that while you’re in my jail, you belong to me and there’s not anything you can do about it? That just makes you horny, you fucking slut, doesn’t it?” With no preamble or warning, she buried three fingers knuckle deep in Quinn’s sex, pumping too hard to be comfortable. Quinn screamed, muffled by the underwear in her mouth. It was painful, but she was so close to where she needed to be - and then Rachel’s fingers vanished. She cried out in frustration, humping the air.
“Do you think we’re here for your pleasure, slut?” Rachel mocked her, slapping her pussy with an open hand and making her hiss with the sudden pain. “You must really be confused. You’re mine, and I’ll decide when you come. And right now, I’m thinking that’ll be never. But I’m going to finish my test-drive. You’re going to lie there - perfectly still - and I’m going to fuck you. Are you clear on that?” Quinn nodded frantically. “Good.” Rachel pulled her by the ankles until she was at the end of the bed, then pushed her legs apart and rammed the dildo into her. It was big, uncomfortably big, and it hurt. But Rachel wasn’t concerned with that, and she began to thrust hard and fast. Quinn came with a scream, but Rachel held her down and continued to fuck her through a second, then a third, a fourth. Time seemed to disappear, lost in a haze of orgasmic bliss that only stopped when the dildo spurted into her and Rachel pulled out as roughly as she’d entered, sighing with disappointment.
“You’re going to have to get better at that,” Rachel scolded. “But you’ve got all weekend to practice.” She rolled Quinn over and unlocked the handcuffs, only to drag her to the head of the bed - again, by her hair - and use the cuffs to lock her to the headboard. She pushed Quinn’s panties deeper into her mouth, then slapped her cheek and walked out of the bedroom. She stuck her head back in, a smirk on her lips. “I’ll be back in a few hours. In the meantime, contemplate why you shouldn’t hide your fantasies from me, Quinn.”
Fuck.
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: NC-17 for sex.
Spoilers: Nope.
Summary: In which Quinn learns to respect Authority. Porn, that's all - there's not really much in the way of plot here, folks, and I refuse to apologise! :D
WARNINGS: Non-Consensual (Roleplay), Rough Sex
“God, what a day,” Quinn complained loudly as she shut the apartment door. “Ron wants a total revamp of the project layout, and Leah wants all of her pictures retaken, and-“ she turned around and her purse and keys fell to the floor as she stared open-mouthed.
Rachel. Uniform. Fuck. Fuck.
Rachel was dressed up as a policewoman. Her uniform wouldn’t have passed inspection at any force in the country, mind, but that thought was hardly foremost on Quinn’s mind. She was too busy drinking in the view. Rachel’s dark hair was tucked under a blue cap, and her eyes obscured by a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses. Her uniform top, complete with a badge, was so small that the buttons holding her breasts in looked likely to pop at any minute. Her pants looked painted-on, and there was an odd-looking bulge down her thigh.
Fuck.
She dangled a pair of steel handcuffs from her finger, and she looked deadly serious. She sauntered toward Quinn, who could only stand there and stare. “You,” Rachel said in a deep, husky voice, “are in deep trouble, young lady. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Uh?” was the most coherent reply Quinn could manage.
“I asked you a question!” Rachel’s voice rose, and she grabbed Quinn by the shoulders. She spun her around in a rough motion and pushed her against the closed door. Before Quinn could react, Rachel had cuffed her hands behind her and spun her back around. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I, uh, I don’t know?” her confusion was genuine.
“How about,” Rachel grabbed her ear and pulled her toward the bedroom, “you start by telling me you’re sorry?”
“I’m sorry?” she repeated. “What am I sorry for?” They reached the bedroom and Rachel pointed at Quinn’s laptop, displaying a page Rachel had obviously found in her browser history.
Fuck.
“Oh,” she said quietly. “That.”
“Yes, that,” Rachel nearly spat. “Would you like to explain that? Am I not enough for you anymore? You’ve got to fantasize about men having their way with you?”
“No,” Quinn protested. “Babe, it’s not like that. It’s not about them being guys, that’s not-“
“Then what is it about? Why would you even be looking at things like this?”
Quinn flushed to the roots of her hair. “Don’t make me say it,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry, did you think you had an option in this situation? You belong to me, and if I ask you a question you’re going to answer it,” Rachel’s tone was unyielding, and Quinn shivered.
“I, uh, I was just fantasizing.”
“About what? Last chance, Quinn - this all stops right now, and I’m walking out, if you can’t answer my question.”
“About being used!” Quinn exploded. “I was fantasizing about being used, just being fucked and abused by someone who didn’t care about my feelings, who didn’t try to be gentle, who’d force me to do whatever they wanted! I’m sorry, okay? I know it’s wrong, and that I’m sick, it was just a fantasy, that’s all-“ she was interrupted by a firm hand covering her mouth. She looked at Rachel, whose expression was unreadable because of the aviator glasses.
“Shut up,” Rachel snarled. “I’ve had enough of your snivelling. You’re in my house now, little girl, and you’re going to do exactly what I tell you. Do you understand me?”
Oh, sweet fuck.
Quinn nodded, and Rachel removed her hand. “Good. I don’t want to hear another word from you. Get down on your knees.”
Quinn was trembling all over, her breath coming in short gasps. Her panties, she knew already, were ruined. But she struggled to comply with Rachel’s demand, sinking to her knees without the aid of her cuffed hands. Rachel unzipped the fly of uniform pants and reached in to adjust the bulge - which was, as Quinn had suspected, a strap-on that now jutted proudly through the open fly. It was huge - bigger than anything they’d ever played with, thickly ribbed and a neon purple color.
“Open your mouth,” Rachel commanded, and she complied. The strap-on was forced into her mouth, and she tried to take it into her throat as deeply as possible. She began to bob her head, but Rachel stopped her with a hand on her forehead. “Don’t you dare move. That hole in your face is for me to fuck, and you don’t get to participate - you’re going to kneel there and I’m going to fuck your face, do you understand?”
Quinn mumbled a reply around the plastic in her mouth that seemed to satisfy her captor.
“Good.” Rachel put a hand on each side of her head to keep her still and began to thrust into her, hard and rough and fast, leaving Quinn trying to gasp for breath in the short intervals when the phallus wasn’t buried in her throat. She coughed and gagged, but Rachel didn’t let up, and Quinn was so aroused that it hurt, her clit throbbed and the material of her bra scraping her rock-hard nipples was almost too much to bear, and she knew she wouldn’t be allowed to satisfy her urges, and that somehow made it all even better. Her contemplation was interrupted when the dildo spurted something wetly into her throat and Rachel pulled it out, leaving a trail of sticky fluid dangling from Quinn’s lips.
“God, you’re not even a good hole,” Rachel shook her head. “Let’s see if the rest of you is worth looking at.” Reaching behind her, she grabbed a pair of scissors, and Quinn gasped. The outfit she was wearing - her good work clothes - was worth two weeks pay, and the bra was her favourite, but she didn’t protest as Rachel began to cut it all off of her, leaving her kneeling naked and handcuffed on the bedroom floor. Rachel tossed all of the clothing aside, save Quinn’s soaked panties, which she stuffed roughly in Quinn’s mouth. She could taste herself on the wet material, and she groaned softly. Rachel nudged her with the toe of her polished boot. “Shut up.” She pulled Quinn to her feet - by her hair - and pushed her onto the bed.
“Huh,” she shook her head in disappointment. “That’s it, huh? Hardly worth the time.” She grabbed Quinn’s nipples and twisted them savagely, making her cry out in pain. “I said, shut up. You’re a slow learner, aren’t you?” She squeezed both breasts roughly, crushing them together , and then released them just as quickly. She kicked Quinn’s legs apart, staring with disdain at her dripping pussy. “Look at that - this turns you on, doesn’t it? Knowing that you’re just a set of holes to me, that while you’re in my jail, you belong to me and there’s not anything you can do about it? That just makes you horny, you fucking slut, doesn’t it?” With no preamble or warning, she buried three fingers knuckle deep in Quinn’s sex, pumping too hard to be comfortable. Quinn screamed, muffled by the underwear in her mouth. It was painful, but she was so close to where she needed to be - and then Rachel’s fingers vanished. She cried out in frustration, humping the air.
“Do you think we’re here for your pleasure, slut?” Rachel mocked her, slapping her pussy with an open hand and making her hiss with the sudden pain. “You must really be confused. You’re mine, and I’ll decide when you come. And right now, I’m thinking that’ll be never. But I’m going to finish my test-drive. You’re going to lie there - perfectly still - and I’m going to fuck you. Are you clear on that?” Quinn nodded frantically. “Good.” Rachel pulled her by the ankles until she was at the end of the bed, then pushed her legs apart and rammed the dildo into her. It was big, uncomfortably big, and it hurt. But Rachel wasn’t concerned with that, and she began to thrust hard and fast. Quinn came with a scream, but Rachel held her down and continued to fuck her through a second, then a third, a fourth. Time seemed to disappear, lost in a haze of orgasmic bliss that only stopped when the dildo spurted into her and Rachel pulled out as roughly as she’d entered, sighing with disappointment.
“You’re going to have to get better at that,” Rachel scolded. “But you’ve got all weekend to practice.” She rolled Quinn over and unlocked the handcuffs, only to drag her to the head of the bed - again, by her hair - and use the cuffs to lock her to the headboard. She pushed Quinn’s panties deeper into her mouth, then slapped her cheek and walked out of the bedroom. She stuck her head back in, a smirk on her lips. “I’ll be back in a few hours. In the meantime, contemplate why you shouldn’t hide your fantasies from me, Quinn.”
Fuck.