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You were never good at keeping your mouth shut, even before Sinyala you always got into trouble for talking back.
Even though over the years you did learn to control it a little bit sometimes you just couldn't help it. Just like right now, you were almost done with this trial, only needed to put in one more code to get the word. Currently you're cowering in a dark corner waiting for Coyle to leave, so you can punch in the last digits, grind that guy up and finally be free. The cop doesn't really seem like he wants to leave tho, almost as if he knows. You feel yourself start getting pissed, like you know it's his job technically but it's still annoying. You just want to finish this and leave.
Coyle is still chilling the main area, mumbling about junkies and whores while puffing on his cigarette. Then you remember the bottle you grabbed before you came down just in case. You aim to the far left into the lobby and manage to throw it perfectly.
The breaking of glass echoes thru the courthouse making Coyle perk up and start walking in the direction of the sound. That's your chance, you sprint over and put the last code in. The word pops up and the big red button becomes unlocked.
Just as you are about to press it, finally finishing your objective, you hear the signature crackling. You scramble to get away into the dark as Coyle walks back into the room.
Great, you think to yourself as your eyes are scanning the area around you for another bottle. Of course there is nothing, not even a medicine bottle you could repurpose. Peeking around the corner, you are met with Coyle still standing there.
You know he is doing it on purpose, he can see that you only need to press the button to be done. And that's when it happens, you can't stop yourself before the words come out.
“Are fucking serious you stupid pig?! Are you this old and slow that the only way you can catch me is by guarding the fucking button?!” you scream at him. He slowly turns to you, inhaling his deep from his cig and blowing a cloud of smoke above his head.
“You want to repeat that honey?” His voice is dangerously calm and the sweet nickname only makes it worse. But you don't care anymore, you stand up and walk out into the light as you repeat with a pissed off tone “I asked if you are so old and slow that the only way you can catch me is by guarding the button.” you gulp but the pride is stronger as you continue.
“You stupid pig!” It sounds a lot less confident then the first time though.
He just grins at you as he plucks the cigarette from his lips and stomps it out on the ground.
Turning to you slowly while he growls “I give you three seconds headstart sweetness. One….” you start sprinting at that, realising you are absolutely fucked.
Why cant you keep your mouth shut for one fucking time? You can hear him say three and then the heavy sound of boots against the floor. He is running after you.
Not daring to look back, you can only hope you are far enough away to be able to slip into the darkness or hiding spot without him noticing. Rounding a corner you spot a room with no lights on, perfect just what you need.
Already silently celebrating only to feel a sharp pain on the back of your head. You scream as fingers thread themselves through your hair, yanking your head back with vicious force.
”Seems like the only slow one is the little whore who can't keep her mouth shut.” Coyle says while pulling you backwards with him by your hair.
You try to pry his hand off your head but his grip is like iron, so you result in trying to hold on to the big table you pass with your legs. Coyle just jams his cattleprod into your thigh, making you scream with agony as your muscles cramp up. Letting go of the table as you're and going limp as you are dragged through the courthouse.
You want to punch yourself in the face, how could you be so stupid. Out of everyone, you had to insult Coyle. Probably the biggest sadist in this god forsaken place, now who knows what he is gonna do to you before finishing you off.
A low “Ah perfect” rips you out of your self hatred filled thoughts. Coyle stopped in front of one of the rooms in the office wing of the courthouse.
He swings it open and steps inside, dragging you with him. It's a smaller office with a big table, a chair and lots of bookcases around. The cop lets go of your hair to walk over to the door and lock it.
That's when you fully look around for the first time, realizing there is only one door. The one he just locked. You are trapped here with him. And no one is going to help you. All because you couldn't keep your mouth shut. Its always the fucking same.
Tears start to dwell in your eyes, you hate yourself so much. “Oh now you are cryin? Quit that bitch, you brought this upon yourself!” he spits as he yanks you up by the back of your neck. You feel like a misbehaving puppy from his handling but you know it's only gonna get worse. Finally mustering up the courage to look in his face, you see yourself reflected in his aviators, eyes already puffy from crying.
“Alright sweetness, this is gonna go in one of two ways: Either you apologize and take your punishment without fuss” he pauses for a second seeing your eyes widen at the word punishment “or im just gonna fry you to a crisp and fuck whats left. The choice is yours honey.” You hesitate, you really don't want to know what he means with punishment but being fried to a hunk of charcoal still sounds worse.
“I…im gonna take my punishment…” you almost whisper. You hear the smack before the pain coming and your head flying to the side. “ That's sir! I'm going to take my punishment sir!” he yells in your face, almost like a drill sergeant.
You try to blink away the tears, the left side of your face stinging from the backhand slap as you try to regain your composure. “Im going to take my punishment sir…” you sniff.
He chuckles low in response “That's a lot better! Now what should we start with?” His grin makes you swallow so hard it almost hurts. “How about you say a proper apology first hmm?” he looks at you expectantly.
You don't really know what he wants to hear, but you also don't want to make him even more mad. “Im… so… sorry for being… disrespectful sir…” you mumble, feeling incredibly small under his gaze. The sound of a slap echoes through the room again, this time it's on your right side. It's a lot harder too, apparent from the coppery taste of blood that floods your mouth from your split lip.
“I'm starting to think you are tryin to piss me off on purpose! Can't fucking hear you. Louder!" you can't stop the tears anymore as they roll down your cheek. “No sir, I promise I'm not… I..m so sorry for being disrespectful sir!” you manage to get out louder, eyes already squeezing shut waiting for a hit. Coyle chuckles, clearly enjoying your fear. “There we go!" That wasn't that hard now was it?” he says while finally letting go of the back of your neck.
The relief is short lived tho as he grabs both of your shoulders and spins you around. You let out a surprised squeal as he bends you over the desk, forcing your hands behind your back in the process. Before you can register you hear metal clinking and the feeling of handcuffs around your wrists. Where the fuck did he get those?
There is no time to think about that though as Coyle grabs your now cuffed wrists and spins you again to face him.
“Just a little precaution, we don't want you to get any stupid ideas now are we?” he says with a wolfish grin. Slowly your situation is fully dawning on you, you are absolutely defenseless, he is toying with you and is probably going to kill you when he is done.
You start sniffling again as you stare at your feared expression in his glasses. “Aww, someone's losing fight now isn't she? Don't think you can get out of your punishment with those tears, although you look a lot better with them.” his other hand sneaking around your throat as he speaks, squeezing lightly. Clearly relishing the feeling of your hammering pulse under his thumb. For a few moments he is just looking you up and down, almost as if he is inspecting cattle or something. You swallow hard again against his hand.
Trying to read anything from his face is impossible with his fucking sunglasses. You are only seeing your own scared, trembling form.
“Lets see, I think a good ol fashioned spanking should do the trick of teaching you some respect for authority.” Coyle's rough voice breaks the silence.
Your eyes almost bulge out of your head at his words. He isn't serious is he? But before you could say anything, the cop is already walking to the chair behind the desk, dragging you with him. In seconds he plants himself down and pulls you over his lap, the old furniture creaking under your combined weight. Cold air hits your backside as Coyle wrenches your pants and underwear in one motion, letting them pool at your ankles. The position is humiliating to say the least.Trying to wriggle only gets you a harsh spark of electricity on your upper thigh, making you scream. He lets the baton crackle menacingly against your ear, before lighting himself a new cigarette.
“How many do you think you deserve?” he asks after a few drags. You don't know so you don't answer, only a small whimper escaping your lips. The cop tsks before bringing his hand down hard on your ass. “I asked you a question sweetheart.” he grumbles while groping the stinging flesh.
Your voice trembles as you speak “I'm not sure sir…. maybe 15?” The laugh you get back in response immediately tells you that it was the wrong answer and the harsh smack, this time on your other cheek, gives you the confirmation. “I was thinking about 30 but since you seem exceptionally stupid I think maybe even 40 could be needed.” his hand returns to groping your backside as you wince slightly, you aren't sure if you could take that many.
You aren't given any time to plead tho as Coyle raises his hand again and brings it down with a loud smack. “Count for me sweetness, if you forget or miscount im going to start over.” he growls “O..one” you sniffle.
SMACK
“Two!”
SMACK
“T…th..three…”
SMACK
“Arghh! F…four” your tears slowly begin falling. It hurts like hell, he hits like a truck and the leather glove only makes it worse.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Five.. s..six.. se..seven!!
This goes on till you reach 20, the next hit stinging so much that you choke on your own spit and in turn forgetting to count.
“Seems like I need to start over honey, even though your little ass is already getting all red and bruised. What a shame…” you can almost hear the sadistic grin in his words.
“No… sir… please don't, it hurts so much. I will do anything just please dont start over… please sir…” your voice breaking, partly from the pain and partly from the realisation that he got you this far. Begging him for mercy, him off all people.
“Tsk, didnt you say your going to take your punishment without fuss hmm?” his other hand threading thru your hair and yanking upwards, causing you to arch your back.
“Yes sir i did… but i cant take another 40… i will do anything…please” you sound pathetic. “Hmmm…. i dont know, after everything you pulled but you know what darling? I'm feeling mighty generous today so I'm giving you a second option: you only get the remaining 20 but with my belt and afterward I'm gonna have my fun with you.” he growls in your ear.
“And who knows, maybe if you are a good girl you even get a little reward” His husky voice sends shivers down your spine, you know the belt is going to be ten times worse but maybe the reward is letting you live after this.
So you swallow hard before you meekly answer "I'm going to take the second option sir. Thank you for your generosity” you don't know if the second sentence was needed but you aren't taking risks. “So polite all of a sudden. Seems like it's at least working.” he chuckles before letting go of your hair and shifting slightly under you. His belt buckle clinking as he opens it and pulls it from the loops. You flinch as you hear him crack it against itself once, the thick leather sounding like a thunderstrike.
“You are still going to count, got it? And I'm not letting you get away with forgetting one more time." The threat hangs heavy in the air. At first you don't answer but then he cracks the belt again making you flinch once more. “Yes sir,I got it! I wont forget i promise…” you stammer out quickly. You hear the whistling of the belt in the air and the crack on skin first before white searing pain explodes across your ass. “21!” you scream but he doesn't even let you breathe before the next hit comes. “22!”
CRACK
“23! Ahh!”
CRACK
“24!”
CRACK
“25!”
When you finally reach 39 you are reduced to a sobbing mess, your counting is interrupted with sniffles and choked cries. The belt cracks one last time and you choke out a meek “40” before going fully limp in his lap. Your backside is on fire and you are pretty sure some of the welts are deep enough to draw blood. For a few moments there is silence, only broken up by your periodic sobs.
First you are hoping it's finally over but then you feel Coyle's leatherclad hand on your bruised ass, the coldness feeling heavenly against your abused skin. The bliss only lasts for a few seconds though as you feel his hand dip deeper between your legs.
You let out a surprised whine as his fingers circle your entrance, teasing slowly.
“Well well well, seems like someone enjoyed their punishment. What a filthy whore. I shouldn't be surprised tho, with that dirty mouth of yours.” you gasp as his hands drift lower, fingers finding your clit and starting to rub gently, you try to kick but it only earns you a slap on your stinging cheek with his other hand.
You hate how good it feels, the warmth slowly spreading in your belly as his fingers work on your bundle of nerves. As much as you want to stop it, you can feel your body betraying you as the coil in your abdomen slowly starts to wind itself up.
Biting your lip to stop the little moans and gasps that are trying to escape, you don't like this. No, you can't like this. But it's not like you can do anything other than try to hide that you start to enjoy it for real. Coyle is not stupid tho, immediately noticing your tensing body. Chuckling darkly to himself. Before you could react, he yanks your head up by your hair again. The smell of tobacco hits your face as he leans close to your ear.
“You took the belt better than i thought you will so im letting you pick: Your either suck me off nice and slow while you hump my leg like a little mutt or im gonna sit you on this table and fuck your brains out. The choice is yours darling.” His voice makes you shiver. You don't really understand what the difference is but you don't dare question.
Quickly weighing your options you decide that being fucked on the desk by this psycho is still better than having to taste his cock and ride his boot, with whatever could be on that.
“I…I would like option two sir…” he just grips your bound wrists as a response, hoisting you up on the table. A hiss escapes you as your bruised ass makes contact with the cool wood. Coyle clearly revels in your pain as he frees himself from his pants.
There is no foreplay, not that you expected it, he just lines himself up and thrust in till the hilt in one go. It knocks the air out of your lungs, even though you're embarrassingly wet, his thickness still stretches you out with a sharp sting.
You don't get to adjust however as Coyle sets a brutal pace right away, pounding into you with such force, the table scrapes against the floor. You can only whine, slowly giving up.
He begins biting and sucking at your neck and collarbone, leaving little marks in his wake. His hands find the straps of your E.S.O.P, undoing them with such ease you wonder how many times he has already done it. The bulky contraption falls to the floor with a thud, joining your pants and underwear that fell from your ankles when he sat you on the table.
Your shirt is ripped down the middle unceremoniously, his hands immediately finding your breasts. His mouth latched on to one, biting and sucking your nipple while he squeezed the other one with his rough hands. Sometimes switching breasts with his administrations.
You feel on fire, there is a part of you that gets more disgusted with yourself by the second. But there is another part… one that tells you to just give in. You can't change it now, so you might as well get a little enjoyment out of it.
Not hiding your moans anymore as you arch your back, basically pressing your tits in his face. Coyle notices your demandeur change immediately, grinning against your cleavage as his pace never falters.
“Such a dirty whore, actually enjoying me pulling her pigtails.” he looks up from your chest with a shiteating grin. You can just moan in response as his dick hits that spot inside of you which makes you see stars.
The crackling of electricity rips you out of your fucked out haze, his stupid fucking baton. Before you can protest he presses it to your right nipple.
The shock makes you wince, fortunately he keeps it on low voltage. He switches between your nipples and thighs, relishing the way you squirm and whine. You hear him groan as his thrust turns sloppier.
He is close.
Holstering his baton again as he grips your hips with both hands, leaning close to your ear. “You took it so well, sweetness, time for your reward.” his voice thick with lust. One of his hands sneaks down between your bodies and starts rubbing your clit in fast circles while the other grabs you by your hair, forcing you to look in his face.
The reflection of his aviators shows you exactly what you became: a fucked out mess. Drooling, eyes red and puffy, lips swollen, your upper body littered with hickies and small burn marks. But you can't pity your reflection for long as Coyle presses his lips onto yours.
The taste of cigarette smoke invades your mouth, his lips are rough and slightly chapped. Unkempt beard tickling your face but somehow you can't help yourself but to reciprocate the kiss hungrily. You have fully given in at this point. The cop smiles into the kiss as his tongue invades your mouth, exploring freely as you fully submit to him.
He suddenly bites your bottom lip, reopening the little wound his hit left at the beginning. It almost feels like he is sucking the blood out of your lip as his administrations downstairs picked up their pace.
Finally he pulls back, letting you suck in some much needed oxygen. The sound of keys jingling cut through the sloppy sounds of your body's meeting, he opens the handcuffs with quick movements. Pulling them away and letting your wrists free at last. “Since you finally accepted your place, but don't get any stupid ideas now missy!” He punctuates his point by sinking his teeth into the skin where your neck meets your shoulder.
You cry out, hands instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders for support. He growls against your neck as he sucks a deep purple, almost black, mark around the bite mark.
Calloused fingers find your clit again, circling with almost painful pressure as his other hand grabs your throat. You can't stop your eye from rolling back anymore, consumed by the pleasure as you moan wantonly, coil in your stomach tightening rapidly.
Coyle's mouth finds yours again, swallowing your moans as he nears his own climax.
The pressure on your clit together with his dick rearranging your guts having you tipping over that sweet edge a few seconds later. Your whole body locks up, toes curling as your eyes roll back. Cunt clenching around his dick as you cum. Coyle growls as he buries himself to the hilt, filling you up with his release a few seconds later.
Both of you are breathing heavily as he pulls out, watching with a prideful grin as his seed drips out of you. He tucks himself away again as he lights himself a new cigarette, taking a few deep inhales before holding it out to you. Kinda surprised at the gesture you inhale the bitter tobacco, being glad that you were in fact a smoker before so you didn't even cough. He lets you take a few drags before taking it back and finishing the rest.
Rough hands grip your thighs once more and before you can register why, a sharp pain burns your inner thigh. He just put out the cig on your skin, holding down with strong hands until the skin is dark and branded. “There we go, now you won't ever forget this lesson.” he says with a sadistic grin.
You hop off the table, somehow managing not to fall over. Starting to pick up your clothing, quickly realising that your shirt is useless now. It's nothing more than strips of ripped fabric.
Great, you really don't want to come out of the shuttle without a shirt on.
Looking up at Coyle who just grins at you “Oh my bad, should've thought about that shouldn't I? Seems like you need to use your little toaster to cover up.” motioning with his head to your E.S.O.P on the floor.
Your face turns red, you really don't want that, it's embarrassing enough coming out of a trial with giant purple hickies all over your body, you don't need to be topless too.
You are ripped from your thoughts by Coyle holding up a semi dirty police shirt, its one from the mannequins. “It's my generous day or something sweetness. Look how nice I am.” he says as he holds it out towards you. Quickly pulling it over your head as you try not to think about what could be on it, mumbling a quick thank you sir.
You wince a little when you pull your underwear and pants up, rough fabric against your bruised welts. Starting to put your E.S.O.P back on, you suddenly feel Coyle behind you.
As he helps putting back the strappy contraption around your body, he mumbles something about you looking cute this fucked up. You just stand there, stiff as a board, not really being able to place his action. When he is done with the straps, he spins you around to face him again.
His eyes scanning you under his glasses. “I'm just memorizing your face darling. Ain't wanna forget a good little slut like you.” Your cheeks turn red at his words, not knowing if you should be happy or terrified. The cop just chuckles before pulling you into a heated making out session, making you let out a surprised squeak.
You are breathless again when he pulls away. He gives you a small slap on the ass before he tips his hat with a giant grin. “Go on honey, finish your little objective and get outta here. I'm gonna make sure no one bothers you, I want to see you again. Until then sweetness!.” and with that he turns around and strolls away whistling to himself.
You look after him a few seconds before you quickly make your way over, back to your objective. Pressing the button, finally putting that guy out of his misery, as you try to ignore the ache all over your body.
You're exhausted beyond belief, as the announcement telling you to get out of the trial finally rings through the courthouse. The shuttles button feels even more satisfying under your fist as you don't ever bother to hide, since Coyle is clearly keeping his promise. There was not a single ex-pop as far as you could see.
As the shuttle arrives you do hear the signature crackling as Coyle stands a few feet away from you, grinning ear to ear as he palms his crotch. “See you soon honey. Will be waiting.”
You can only muster an awkward smile and a little wave, before the shuttle door closes.
But hey, you still managed to get an A+ so at least it was kinda worth it right? Even though the nearly hour you spend in Barlow's office afterwards, having to somehow explain to her why you look the way you do as she cleans your deeper wounds, is really fucking awkward.
You did manage to hide the fact that it hurts to sit though. Really not wanting to have to explain that to the nurse.