Little girl lost. Part 1

I'm over here visiting my friend, Ethan, and after taking a stroll around the village I seem to have become lost.

I keep taking the shortcut through the woods, only to come out at the pub once again.

I'm walking in circles.

I begin to panic at the thought of being completely lost in an area I don't know.

I don't know who I can trust and who I should stay away from. My phone has no battery, and it's beginning to get dark.

My heart pounds as I make my way to the loud bar.

Fear runs through me at the loud shouts and a crash.

There's drunken men in there. And as an attractive 18 year old girl, I'm worried I'll gain unwanted attention.

I'm not big headed but I know I'm not ugly. My big brown eyes and long thick chocolate brown hair make me look like a real life Belle.

As I near the door, it bursts open and a huge bearded man comes flying out. His feet get twisted and he falls to the floor right beside where I stand.

The police officer still gripping the back of the big man's head, snarls in his ear.

"Now stay the fuck out Jeremy! You've had too much and the locals have had it with you. Go home!"

"This isn't the best area for a young girl like you sweetheart. What are you doing here?"

The police lady straightened up and looked me straight in the eyes.

With a raised brow she stood, one hand at ther hip, while she waited for my answer.

My voice had got trapped somewhere deep inside of me. She made me nervous. I didn't know if it was the way she stared into me, like looking for my dark secrets or if it were her voice.

But something unsettled me.

"Cat got your tongue? Pussy loves stealing that old tongue. Don't you agree?" She ended the joke with a wink.

Come on Ella! What are you playing at? Speak!

"Sorry Ma'am. Umm, I'm staying with a friend and I seem to have gotten myself lost."

"Ok. What's the address. I'll drive you back. You can't be hanging around here."

Shit!

Shit, shit, shit.

I don't remember the address.

Greengrove, GreenCove or something like that.

"You don't remember the address do you?" She looks pissed and I automatically try to think of an excuse.

"Err,"

"For fucks sake. Cmon, get in the car. I'll sort it out. And for future reference, try and remember where you're staying."

She walks away without looking back to see if I'm following. I run to catch up. And she opens the back of the police car.

My nervousness strikes again. I've never been in the back of a police car. I'm not a criminal. I don't want to get in. I'm a good girl.

"Come on. I haven't got all fucking day."

That was all it took. As somebody in higher power than me, I didn't want to upset or anger her.

I get into the car and she slams the door before slipping into the front. I look at her through the caged window. I suppose that's to protect her from me. Or the supposed criminal.

She removes her hat and long blond hair swishes down her back. She pulls it to one side before getting her mobile and checking her texts.

We sit here for ages as she just messes on her phone. I wonder if she's forgotten about me when she makes me jump.

"What's your name?"

"Ella ma'am."

"Ella what?"

"Ella Durley, miss."

"Ok Ella Durley, here's the deal. I have been on the job for 11 hours straight and somebody was sick on me three hours ago. I need a shower. I'm going to take you to my house while I shower and then we'll find your friends house."

She speaks quickly like there's no way I'll object to anything she says.

"Umm,"

"Oh my god! Can you not answer anything normally. I'm not going to lock you in my basement. I guess you don't need to have much of a brain when you're that gorgeous!"

I'm stunned.

As she starts the engine I don't speak out. I don't tell her I'd rather just go to Ethan's. I just wait and see where we're going.

What's wrong with me?

I don't usually act like this.

There's something about her that makes me do what she wants and before I know it we're pulling up outside a large apartment building.

A thrill runs through me as she pulls me from the car and with a hand on my lower back pushes me forward, towards the door.

Oh no. I don't want to be bad. I can't enjoy being treated like a criminal.

We walk the three flights of stairs in silence. My thoughts keeping my mind busy.

She shoves me through the door after unlocking it and I almost trip over my feet but save myself by grabbing onto her side unit.

"Sorry." She mumbles.

She didn't mean that. She's not sorry at all.

Then she locks the door and walks away, entering another room. It's not long when I hear the shower running.

Well, that was rude.

I don't know what to do with myself and after 5 minutes I begin to explore.

The kitchen and living room are standard. But what surprises me is what I find in her bedroom.

It's a normal room. Decorated in neutral colours. But strewn across the bed is a number of strange devices, a couple of dildos an empty box and a load of magazines.

I tell myself it's normal behaviour to have stepped inside and look closer. Surely curiosity would make me look through the magazines. Maybe touch the strange metal equipment.

As it so happens I did all of that.

I stepped into the room and before I knew it i was sat on the satin bed sheets and my eyes roamed each magazine article.

Each picture took my breath away. It was always a woman taking the dominant role in the pictures.

The victim always tied up was either being pleasured or punished.

This particular article was called Officers new toys. It was a porn shoot in a false questioning room. A young female was in a strange metal restraint holding only her two fingers of each hand.

A female officer and a male officer were trying to get information out of her. The police lady wore a strap on and pounded the girl from the back, having her bent over the table. The large black male officer forced his dick into her mouth.

I'm disappointed to say the pictures and small write up turned me on so much. I'm even more disappointed to say curiosity got the better of me when I found the exact same restraint as the one in the picture.

I slide my fingers into each end to see how it would work. I know I can't get it stuck because I won't touch any other part of it to lock it down.

As I begin to pull them out, something clicks and it captures my fingers in a harsh tight grip.

I pull and pull to find it's not going to loosen.

With my head bowed I make my way to the bathroom to explain the situation.

I knock on the door in an awkward position to get no response.

So I go ahead.

The back of her head is pressed against the tiles as she moans. Her breathing fast, forces her chest to heave. I watch the rise and fall of her tits. Her pink nipples glistening from the stream of water.

One hand at her pussy lips show why she's excited. She pumps two fingers in and out of her hole.

And as I go to step back and leave her she comes. Her moans loud, she opens her eyes and spots me straight away.

She doesn't slow her hand but keeps her pace while holding my eyes captive with her own.

When her breathing calms again, she stops her hand movements. Steps from the shower and walks right up to me, grabs the towel and begins to dry her hair.

My eyes follow the movement of her tits bouncing as she rubs the towel against her hair.

She finally speaks.

"Fuck you doing with my things? I didn't give you permission to go through my belongings. take that off, or I'll be arresting you for theft."

She smirks. Her smile slightly sadistic.

She watches me as I feel the horror fill my face.

What the hell do I do?