A Mindís Eye

By Deputy Duffy
 

You are led into a brightly-lit room, squinting until your eyes adjust. The
door slams shut behind you, in a startling thud. A sudden feeling of
aloneness becomes you.

Your eyes scan the strange environment, first focusing on a metallic steel
table in the roomís center, bright reflections of light bouncing off in all
directions. Youíre instantly uneasy as to its purpose.

You stand on a small yellow line, which runs about two feet long, just in
front of the table. Your eyes scan upwards at the two cameras pointing down,
small red lights blinking. Your reflection suddenly catches your eye. You
move in front of a small mirror, on the far wall. You've seen enough cop
shows on TV, to know that it isnít there for you to do your hair and make up
in. Feeling of loneliness gone now, itís quickly replaced with an uneasy
nervousness, as you suddenly feel like a fish, swimming in a small fishbowl.

Youíre drawn to the ominous steel table, as much as you donít want to, you
reach out and touch the tables surface, shivers run down your spine, just
from the coldness, while its smoothness is your next observation. You
contemplate sitting, but opt for leaning, as you nervously wait.

Time seems painfully slow, as your mind races back to the events that led you
to this point. There was the office party, the couple glasses of wine, the
missed red light, the flashing blue lights, the young deputy, the botched
field sobriety test, the pleas of innocents, the not so quick pat down, the
cold cuffs, the cramped back seat, the ignored pleas for mercy.

Your mind suddenly shifts its focus to your husband, your two kids, your best
friends, your boss, your coworkers, even your favorite high school teacher.
Suddenly a judge appears before your eyes and pronounces your guilt. Your
eyes shift around and their all there, their faces filled with
disappointment. A feeling of deep shame floods through your body, tears well
in your eyes, you simply curse your stupidity, over and over.

Time drags on and you do your best to regain your composer. The black door
suddenly swings open and the young deputy returns, carrying a clipboard. You
take one last chance to pronounce your innocents, but he ainít buying it and
you can only assume that he has heard it all before, even at his tender age.

Your eyes find that yellow line on the floor, only now youíve been instructed
to stand on it. Feet in place you nervously stare at the young man, as he
leans against the steel table now, only a couple of feet away.

Your eyes meet, you can hardly breath from fear, fear of the unknown. He
barks a simple five-letter command that sends shivers down your spine, as
your worse fears are realized. You canít move, itís as if you donít
understand the simple words meaning, but youíre an educated woman, you even
know a couple of ways that Webster defines it as. You now it means to deprive
of possessions or to divest of honors, privileges, or functions. But deep
down you know how he really means to use the word, which is to remove
clothing, covering, or surface matter from.

And that From, is You.

The deputy snaps to attention, startling you even more, as he again orders
you to Strip. You plead your case one more time, but you know itís futile.
You look down at your outfit, instantly wishing you werenít dressed to party.
It suddenly dons on you to ask for a female deputy, surely he didnít except
you to disrobe in front of him, you plead, almost proud of yourself for
thinking of it. His only response is unsettling, seems thereís not a female
to be found, no he wants you naked alright, naked for his eyes and right now.
 

You stand your ground, until he brings up the sheriff, which shakes your
bones, as you know all to well about his reputation. Your hands quickly slip
off your best vest and hand it over to the deputy. You watch as he quickly
searches it, and simple drops it on the cement floor. If he knew how much it
costs he wouldnít be so carefree with it, you remind him, but he just
chuckles.

You know youíve only just begun, but you canít stop from shaking, as a bead
of sweat drops from your forehead. The deputyís tapping foot and hungry blue
eyes arenít helping. After contemplating your next move, you unzip your skirt
and let it slip down your legs, carefully stepping out of it, before handing
it to the deputy, and it too is dumped on the cement floor. Your blood is
starting to boil, as he awaits your next move, still tapping his foot on the
floor.

You reach up to undo the top button of your red silk blouse; itís color
matching your cheeks. Your handís tremble, making the simple task, difficult.
One button and then the next, all while knowing how exposed this is going to
leave you to his waiting eyes. You also canít help but to think of just how
many other sets, of unseen eyes, are on your strip show, as well. You muster
up all your courage, and spread the two halves open. After your given the
command, you quickly slide your arms out of it and hand it over. He just
treats your fancy blouse like a rag, balling it up, before tossing it down.
Your eyes focus longingly at your growing pile of discarded clothes, now
strewn on the dirty floor.

His eyes return and you instinctively cover your body with your arms, as you
realize your underwear selection of a small frizzy peach colored bra, small
matching panties, garter-belt and white mesh thigh high stockings, were meant
for your husbandís eyes and not his. You feel your fancy high heeled shoes
are too sexy for your currents dilemma, but he wants them on.

He suddenly starts barking out orders like a drill sergeant and you
reluctantly follow. You soon find your hands interlocked behind your head,
elbows back, legs shoulder width apart. You can only pray itís over.

Your heart pounds, as he slowly circles you, like your his prey. He
complements your bra selection, as he runs his fingers under the straps. You
squirm from his smooth touch and his slimy personality. You watch him
carefully, as he moves in front of you. Your face flushed with embarrassment,
as he pulls the front of your bra away from your breasts, like he wanted a
sneak preview, before he asks, rather rudely, for you to remove it.

Anger envelops you, as you plead your case, and you resist the slap in the
face that you yearn to deliver. Guys have been trying to see your tits since
you were a teenager, and at 35 you still haven't got used to their hungry
eyes devouring them, seemingly always focused on them. You notice heís no
different, when you unsnap your front latch and slid it off.

Your bra joins the pile, as you quickly cover your naked breasts with your
hands, trying to retain some modesty, although you know by the look on his
face that he has seen the pose before. Your hands are back behind your head
in no time, your breasts on full display, to the young manís eyes. Your erect
pink nipples add to your embarrassment, but it only gets worse, as your are
soon lifting your breasts up by them. Then, following another command, you
start shaking them back and forth, while leaning forward. His actions so
juvenile to you, youíre only surprised he didnít make you jump up and down
too.

Back in position, you join him and look down at your source of embarrassment.
Your usually proud of your ample breasts, but unlike many, you took more
pride in the fact that you had made it this far in your career, without using
them to your advantage. Today, you wish you were flat as a board.

You also wish you had left the garter-belt and stockings at home, as well, as
his eyes shift to your lower body, but he wants the panties next. You had
prayed that when he saw your breasts, it would be over, but deep down you
knew that he wouldnít be satisfied until he saw all of you, all of you naked.

You pull the thin bows that hold your delicate panties together. You suddenly
feel like a virgin again, as the feeling of taking off your panties, your
last line of defense, is unnerving. You look to him for mercy, but he is
anxiously waiting for them, hand extended. You sniffle like a scolded child,
as he barks at you, until you hand them over. Your hands immediately take
there place, but not for long as they are behind your head, once again. You
cringe as you slowly turn your body around for him, every side, every angle,
all his for the taking, all because he wears a badge.

Itís time for his next command. You have to unhook your garter belt from each
stocking and then roll them down each leg, not really getting the straight
legs command, until you feel your breasts swaying heavily from your chest.
Before you can react, you have a small feeling of relief come over you, as
you are ordered to roll your stockings back up, and re-attach them, as you
figure this is the start of your redressing processes.

Your relief is short lived however, as his next command startles you. You caní
t believe your ears! He wants you up on the steel table, up on all fours,
like a puppy dog. He even snaps his fingers at you. You just shake your head,
whimpering, until a sharp slap to the ass, sends you scurrying. You feel
helplessly naked. Itís like out of your worst nightmare. You are now under
his thumb. Your higher education, your status, now all meaningless.

You slowly climb up on the table that now feels colder than it did before,
your burning flesh, you reason. Humiliation pours through your body, as he
pats you on the head, when your into position, which is one that you would
never even let your lover put you in.

He gives a lewd command, which hits like a punch to the stomach. A teardrops
falls to the table, as you spread your legs apart, for his eyes, when he
moves behind you. You quickly find out that itís for more than his eyes, as
you feel his fingers first touch on your well trimmed pussy, which causes an
alarmed lung forward, and a violent protest.

A strong-arm guides you back into place and the fingers quickly return. You
close your eyes in shame, as the strip-search moves to a cavity-search, which
leaves you aghast. You feel your pussy lips being manipulated, gasping in
horror when his finger and thumb, pull you open. A finger, maybe even two,
finding their way inside of you, twisting and turning. Your shame turns to a
feeling of violation, as your pussy suddenly feels full of fingers. You
squirm about, until they suddenly retreat, as if he has finally listened to
your pleas.

You suddenly hear the unmistakable sound, of a rubber glove being snapped on.
Your head snaps around in disbelief, but he confirms it verbally, your anus
is next. A strong arm to the back, sends your chest to the table. You squeal,
as your breasts squash down on the cool table. The coolness sending shivers
through your already emotional drained body.

Your mind inexplicably races back to your first rectal exam, done in your
motherís doctorís office. Her old doctorís finger, doing the honors. The
humiliation you felt that day, not even close to what you feel now, as you
think about the simple fact that at least the old man had a medical degree
and not a cowboy badge.

You feel his finger break your seal, quickly snapping you back from your mindí
s journey. You cry out for mercy, as his finger presses on, nothing, in your
35 years, has prepared you for today, as your back to your whimpering ways.
His finger twists and turns, until it finally withdraws and you crash down on
the table, an emotional sobbing wreck.
 
Youíre given a wet nap to clean yourself up, but you mistakenly use it to
clean up your tear-ridden face, and with some passing time, your slowly
regaining your composer. You suddenly notice him standing in front of your
face, his uniform pants doing little to hide his excited state. You scamper
into a sitting position, composer lost again, violently shaking your head,
fear seemingly shaking the rest of your naked body.

You listen as the indecent offer is made. At first youíre aghast, as youíre
explaining that your no whore, but when turns to leave, you surprise yourself
by begging him to stay. You look at the clock on the wall, and know that youí
re expected home, any minute. Time is fast becoming your enemy. You slip off
the table; you realize that you have only seconds to make a mammoth life
changing decision. You nervously laugh, as you remember that it took you a
half an hour, just to decide what shoes to wear tonight. Your mind battles
with the pros and cons, but untimely you let a firm hand to the shoulder, be
your excuse, as you find yourself kneeling on the cold cement floor, right in
front of the young man. His excited crotch, only inches from your face.

You know itís a solution to your problems, as perverse as it seems to you.
You only hope you have the strength to deliver your end, praying that you
will be able to live with yourself, evermore.

You reach up with trembling hands and unbuckle his belt and pants, noticing
for the first time that he wasnít wearing his gun-belt. He crosses his arms,
seemingly satisfied with letting you do the work. You unzip his fly, the metal
 scratching sound causing you to shiver. You work his pants down carefully.
When he steps out of them, you toss them aside, but you wonder if it has
anywhere near the same significant to him, as your pile of discarded clothes,
did to you.

When you look up, you cringe at the site of his tented boxer-briefs, and at
what the harbor. You even contemplate changing your mind, as you grab his
waistband, but you muster up some courage and pull the material down and off.
You stare at the floor, afraid to look up again, at what surely faces you
now, so you close your eyes and gingerly let your hand find his hard cock,
cringing at first touch.

You try to retain your composure, as you guide his hard cock to your mouth.
You start by sucking on the engorged head, like a inexperienced schoolgirl.
You can tell just by the stretching of your jaw, and your fingers that he is
bigger than you hoped. You manage to take a quick peek and your eyes confirm
it. You try not to be impressed, as you cover your teeth with lips and start
moving up and down the shaft, all with a whimper.

Your mind strangely flashes back to the last time you did this, in your mind,
perverse act. It was way back in college and only to join the sorority you
pledged. You still remember it all to well. For initiation you had to submit
a picture of a hard cock, in your mouth, from a complete stranger no less.
Finding one in college, wasnít that difficult, although it was extremely
humiliating. The stranger wasnít happy with just the picture however, as he
held your hair, fucking your face, until he came in your mouth. Your sorority
sister, seemingly more interested in taking more pictures, then helping you
out. You destroyed most of the pictures she took, but not all. The picture of
you with cum dripping from your lips, got you into that sorority, but its
whereabouts, still haunts you to this day.

Youíre suddenly startled out of your trance by the deputyís hips driving
forward, in a face fucking like maneuver. You quickly pull back, as itĎs
eerily familiar. He letís you know that heís not happy with your performance
so far, and that times not a factor for him. You suddenly remember your
plight and vow to do better. This time you attack with more gusto, and more
hand, but itís quickly pulled away, and your left with just you lips and
tongue to work with. You finally find a rhythm, as you think about anything
but what your doing. Trying to focus more on why your doing it. A palm to the
forehead however, has you looking up into his eyes, as you suck his cock. You
wonder how his beautiful blue-eyes could harbor such wickedness.

You continue sucking, until you are suddenly pulled to your feet, with a
swift motion. You are lifted back onto the steel table, this time however youí
re on your back, the cold steel sends, Goosebumps a traveling.

Defeated, you lay on the table, trembling with feelings you seemingly had
never felt before. Terror and a strange anticipation await, as you brace for
insertion. You feel your legs spread apart and you hold your breath, as he
rubs his cock along your well lubed pussy, before he slowly enters you.

You struggle with your emotions, as you donít want to give him the
satisfaction. He lifts your legs, up onto his shoulders. His awkward early
strokes, quickly replaced with smooth aggressive ones. Your head swirls, as
you fight with your bodyís reaction, even try to stop the moans and squeaks
from slipping from your mouth, with every deep thrust. You close your eyes,
but it doesnít last, he seemingly wants your eyes, as much as he wants your
body. He wraps your legs around his waist and picks up his pace. Your breasts
suddenly attract his attention for the first time, as he squeezes them in
tune with his deepening  thrusts. You nipples are next, as he rolls them in
his fingers, their sensitivity level not helping the squeaks of pleasure.

He suddenly turns you over, you have a panicked moment, as your feet hit the
floor, but he thankfully finds your pussy once again, as you sigh. His
thrusts however seem harder and deeper in this position, your sigh, replaced
with a squeal. You quickly fill with mixed emotions, as you feel like a cheep
whore, bent over the table like so, as he pounds away, and as an added bonus,
you even have to groan, "Fuck Me Boss," over and over, per his request.

His actions are unlocking waves of pleasure however, that are becoming
increasingly harder to ignore. You suddenly remember that it has been over
ten years since anyone, but your husband, has had your pussy. Itís also been
years since he had fucked you in such an unbridled manner. You feel ashamed
that he can make you feel things, your husband canít. You try to put it all
out of your mind, but when his hand reaches around and starts rubbing your
clit, itís impossible. Your tears return again, as you surrender to his
lustfulness, your head swims in euphoria, if only so briefly.

His cruel words snap you back to reality, as he brags about his prowess, but
before you can fret about that he presses his cock against your lubricant
dripping anus, causing you to scream out a panicked plea, as you quickly spin
around, with fear filled eyes.

You find your way to your knees again. His slimy cock quickly finding your
mouth, as you opt to take the lesser of two evils. You realize as repulsing
as this act is to you, and as repulsed as you are that you can taste your own
juices, you must. You also now know that you will do anything to avoid an ass
fucking. You will even suck and lick his balls, as you find yourself doing,
following his next order.

He suddenly wants you to beg, beg to suck his cock. Your voice quivers as you
beg. When he gives you his permission, you give it your best try so far, but
the task is not a simple one however, as the young man insists on using his
hard cock as a tool of humiliation. Itís being slapped against your face and
extended tongue, as an added insult he wants you to beg again, only this
time, beg for his cum. You finally, after much trepidation, give up the last
remaining grain of respectability you have left and beg him to cum, cum on
your face.

First however, you have to return to your cock sucking ways. All too soon,
your jaw aches, your knees are raw, as your inexperience has hampered your
efforts at a speedy conclusion. Your slurping and drooling ways, adding
further embarrassment. He finally finds your hair a helpful tool, in guiding
you, in the right direction. You start to panic, as his increased body
movements and audible moans let you know that his climax is fast approaching
and thankfully he finally stops his face fucking.

While you catch your breath, your left, eyes opened, mouth agape, tongue
extended, just like a puppy dog awaiting a treat. You suddenly see and then
feel the first blast as you flinch away, but a handful of hair keeps you in
place, as the remaining syrupy fluid finds its mark. His slimy cock presses
against your lips and then finds its way back into your mouth. You gag on the
salty covered treat, until he is finally satisfied that your part of the deal
is completed.

With one eye plastered shut, you are led across the hall into a bathroom.
Afraid to even look in the mirror, you splash water on your face, before you
soap and scrub it clean. You also take the opportunity to wash out your mouth
as well, as the aftertaste is less than pleasant, and is also a painful
reminder of the dastardly deed, you just performed. You finally look into the
mirror, almost ashamed of the reflection looking back.

Your clothes are suddenly dumped on the floor at your feet. You dress in
world record fashion, before being led to the back door, only thankful that
he lived up to his end of the deal. A pat on the back, sends you out the
backdoor. Your eyes light up when you see your car. You almost find it funny
that he has no problem with you driving now. You quickly make your getaway,
all while vowing never to drive in this part of Vermont again. You also know
that you have a lot more, than one little picture now, to haunt your
everyday.

The End

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