/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

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One where Officer Brisko stops me late at night, a routine traffic stop. I'm completely sober and driving properly; he says with a friendly smile that someone reported me for drunk driving, and that he needs to breathalyse me back at the station. I ask why he can't do it at the roadside, and he says that his breathalyser broke earlier on the shift and he was just on his way to pick up a new one when the report came through. It sounds like (and is) bullshit, but his badge is real and everyone local knows about kind and trustworthy Sonny Brisko anyway. I don't want to get in further trouble and it should be easy to clear my name, I haven't done anything wrong, so I follow along with him.
He cuffs me and puts me in the back of the van - it feels like overkill, but I suppose not wanting me uncuffed and in the passenger seat is reasonable. He drives for a long time, and it's just beginning to sink in that the police station was only 10 minutes away from where I was pulled over when the van stops. He opens the doors, I look at the landscape behind him - we're in the middle of nowhere. Before I can say anything Sonny climbs inside the back with me and begins to unbutton my shirt, slowly and with a certain smug coldness about him, a deliberation in his actions as he begins to grope roughly at me even though I'm flinching away. I'm too scared to speak. He wants me to be scared.
As he rapes me, he reminds me calmly, with a smile, that nobody will believe me if I try to report him, that I'll just cause myself trouble and make myself enemies in the force. He taunts me for crying, telling me to give up the coy act and just let him make me feel good, but I feel disgusting. He cums inside me, redresses me, and leaves me still handcuffed and leaking over the seat in the back of the van as he drives me back to my car. He thanks me for my cooperation as he uncuffs me and wishes me a good night.
I buy plan b from the 24 hour pharmacy as soon as I stop shaking enough to drive. The cashier looks at me with a vague sense of judging as I buy it, my makeup running, my clothes disheveled and sticking to my skin from the sweat. She could never be as disgusted with me as I am with myself.