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Trigger Happy (4)
🕑 Added 2020-10-20 06:17:18 +0000 UTC‘Listen, Sarge,’ Jackie started, shutting the door behind her.
‘Not another word. Sit down,’ hissed Sgt. Brian Jackson, a short, plump man in an oversized uniform. Jackie rolled her eyes as she stepped up to his desk and plopped down onto one of two uncomfortable metal chairs facing him. Even seated, she was a little taller than he was, and she could just about see the top of his balding head. She was more concerned by the bright red face that glared back at her.
‘Two? What the fuck were you thinking, Pierce!?’ he roared, ‘I don’t know how you got off last time but this? This is going to be the end for you, for me, for the whole damn precinct!’
‘Sarge, what’s the big deal, they’re criminals and …’ Jackie started.
‘Did they have a gun to you? Please, God, tell me they had a fucking barrel pointed at your tiny goddamn brain!’ Brian yelled, ‘Because anything less and the police commission is gonna have your ass for excessive force!’
‘Sarge, can’t you be on my side for once? They’re scum, trust me, and the judge is gonna say the same thing,’ Jackie argued.
‘Oh, and I suppose you can guarantee it, right?’ Sgt. Jackson shot back.
‘Look at this piece of shit and tell me she’s not a criminal,’ Jackie suggested. She glanced down at her breasts and reached into her cleavage. She noted that her sergeant followed her gaze, but kept staring at her tits long after an accidental glance could be blamed. She wrapped two fingers around a struggling figure and fished out the tiny blonde, waving her in front of the man.
Mia gasped as she was peeled off of the giantess’s sweaty breasts and raised into the fresh air of the office. She was slick with the larger woman’s perspiration and her lungs burned for oxygen, but before she could enjoy her new-found semblance of freedom, and giantess shook her violently in her grasp. Mia felt like she was going to vomit as her head snapped from side to side and her body felt like it was in a pinball machine. Finally it stopped and her tormentor carelessly tossed her onto a hard desk. Mia felt a sharp pain in her elbow as it shattered on impact and she cried out.
The office was silent as Jackie stared down at her prisoner with a smug grin. One that disappeared when she saw her sergeant’s face turn a new shade of red, darker and with more pronounced veins. He glared down at the tiny, broken woman, with such hate that Mia almost felt more afraid of him that of the arresting officer.
‘Under what goddamn protocol did you think it was acceptable to put someone you arrested IN YOUR GODDAMN BOOBS?’ Brian shouted, so loudly that his voice shook the tiny creature before him, bursting her ear drums.
‘Look at her, can’t you see she’s scum?’ Jackie tried.
‘What I see, is an unarmed civilian, who you shot with a shrink ray, BECAUSE YOU GODDAMN FELT LIKE IT!’ Sgt. Jackson roared, ‘No, you’re on your own here Pierce, the police officer’s union is not backing you on this one and …’
Jackie waited for him to continue, having half expected such a lecture already, but he paused. Then Sgt. Jackson demanded, ‘Wait a minute … didn’t you say there were two perps?’ And Jackie witnessed a new colour forming on his cheeks.
***
‘What in tarnation?’
Jake opened his eyes, his head spinning from his recent ordeal. He cursed that he was still alive that the sudden stomp by the unknown colossus hadn’t just ended his torment, but at the same time, every survival instinct in his body willed him to move. But he couldn’t. His arms and legs were spread and he felt a firm surface on his back. He managed to shift his head and the bits he saw brought back his memory. He was still on the sole of the giantess’s rubber slipper, but she had kicked it off of her foot in her frustration and it no sat sideways on the floor fo the holding cell.
Worse still, the sole was facing the huge woman, and her eyes locked onto Jake’s. The 21-year-old man couldn’t help but notice that she had certain allure to her, despite her veiny feet and gaunt facial features, she was lean and blonde and wearing a pretty skirt that rode just high enough to make a man want to have a peak underneath. She was sitting on a bench a few feet away from her slipper, knees together as her slender legs were splayed at angles to the floor. She had kicked off her shoes and remained in the warm cell wearing only her skirt and spaghetti-strap top. She remained still.
Jake wiggled his left arm free of the dirty rubber sole, then his right, and finally his feet before he popped off the surface and lanced on his knees on the ground. He glanced back up at the giantess, with her icy blue eyes and messy blonde hair, and couldn’t help but stare back. Big mistake.
Now it was Katrina’s turn to move and she leaned forwards with surprising flexibility, her bony hand jumping out towards her slipper and the tiny man beside it. Jake jumped back, but not far enough. The blonde’s middle finger just reached him and came crashing down on hi legs. Jake screamed as the huge digit crushed him limbs, mashing them to a pulp without a care in the world. Ignoring his blood-curdling screamed of agony, Katrina withdrew her finger, raising them tiny human stuck to her pulp along with it.
She raised her finger to her face, squinting at the struggling little insect with interest. Jake gazed into her ocean of a left eye as the huge orb shifted and morphed, focusing in on him. He could smell her breath, laden with the scent of alcohol and cigarettes and it all made him want to gag.
‘What's your name little guy?’ the giantess whispered, flooding him with more of her stale breath.
‘J … J … Jake,’ he managed, his body shaking with pain and terror as his legs reformed on the giantess’s finger. As if removing a mask, a wicked grin materialised on the blonde’s face and the corners of her eyes creased in her malevolent joy.
‘Well, Jake, it must be your lucky day, ‘cuz you came to jail and found yourself a job,’ Katrina cooed, ‘Because mama has always wanted a little thing like you for … a very important job.’
Jake didn’t understand what she meant, but he didn’t need to. The pure malice in her voice made it clear that he wasn’t going to like whatever she wanted him to do, nor would he have a choice in the matter. Before his legs had fully recovered, Katrina’s enormous finger shot down her slender body to her thighs. Jake was face to face one of the huge patterned flowers on the related fabric, and then he was past the skirt entirely, hanging face down from the finger pad. He could see the giantess’s bare thighs on either side of him and the edge of the bench below.
The 21-year-old felt the giantess finger bend ever so slightly, and he found himself tilting upside down. His gaze was forced along the bench and up under the enormous woman’s skirt, where the puny man’s eyes came to rest on Katrina’s humungous, bare pussy. The unshaved tangles of curly blonde fibres topped the deep pink canyon that was several times his size, and oozing with a thick gunk. The smell of her sex hit him like a slap, the stale, fishy odour forcing its way into his nose. He gagged, but he didn’t think that the giantess noticed nor cared.
Without warning, the massive digit shot forwards and Jake found himself hurtling towards the foul-smelling cave with great haste. He opened his mouth to protest, but as far as the blonde was concerned, he was already out of sight beneath the pleats of her mini skirt.
The sopping wet wall of hot, pulsing flesh embraced Jake like a blanket, wrapping around his body and sucking him into it. The pressure from the giantess towering finger held him against the flexing flesh as the giantess moaned quietly with pleasure. As soon as his face was sealed in by the woman’s juices, Jake began to struggle. In the space of a few hours, he had already felt the sensation of suffocating several times, and he had no intention of experiencing drowning too. What he couldn’t know, was that his helpless thrashing was sending waves of pleasure through his colossal tormentor as he inadvertently played with her pussy, just like she had wanted.
Jake felt the pressure increase as Katrina pushed her wiry body against the minuscule man, wanting to feel his movements even more, but knowing that his pathetic form couldn’t push any harder. Jake felt his ribcage ache as he was pushed harder and harder into her sex, mercifully still outside of her vagina. The heat radiating off of her body was unbearable and it seemed to intensify the smell ten fold as well. Jake’s vision was getting blurry, purely from the thick gunk that now covered his clothes, hie hair and his face. He felt the pressure on his back change, from a static press to more of a circular motion and he felt his body sliding around the giantess’s pussy.
He tried to scream for her to stop, but all this got him was a mouthful of her vile, vaginal secretions. Meanwhile, the giantess continued to thrust him against her, her finger pushing him faster and faster in circles around her clit. Her moaning had gotten louder and louder and she was now panting, leaning back against the wall behind her as she shamelessly masturbated in the holding cell, in full view of the bull pen. A female officer glanced up and frowned at her, but upon looking around, noticed that several of her male colleagues were enjoying the blonde trailer-trash’s solo show.
‘Hey, cut that out!’ the policewoman called, but Katrina didn’t pay any attention to her. She was focused solely on the divine feeling of the pathetic little man on her pussy, bringing her so much pleasure and over whom she had total control. The latter was almost as sweet as the sensation of him on her flesh, as the unemployed, soon-to-be-evicted young woman savoured the feeling of being in charge of the moment for once in her turbulent life. She came as she pictured his helpless form, forced to serve her every whim, suffocating for her pleasure like a toy. With a high pitched squeal, Katrina climaxed and slipped her finger into her vagina, shoving the battered Jake in with it. The powerful muscles of her pussy bore down on her finger and crushed the tiny man in their hot, wet grip. The pulsing contractions churned his body to a pulp, mixing him with her pussy juices as she lay back in the glow of her masturbation.
‘That's it, I’m coming in there!’ yelled the policewoman, but Katrina didn’t care. The power she had felt transcended her own reality, and had briefly taken her to an existence where she wasn’t helpless and alone, where she could do whatever she wanted, and that was worth whatever punishment she was about to endure. Her middle finger was still inside her sex and the tiny, battered corpse of a man was striating to put itself back together as the distant sound of the cell door opening made its way into the dark, moist cave of the woman’s pussy.
