Story: The Parole Officer, Part 9

Chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight

===

Gary Sands laughed as he ejaculated into Amelie’s unprotected pussy. 

And it drove Amelie wild with fear and horror.  She had already had unprotected sex since Gary had made her throw her birth control away – with that handsome doofus Chris Swain.  And while Chris had cum inside her, Amelie had been just as eager for it to happen as he had – lost in slutty lust.  And afterwards she had cleaned herself relatively quickly afterwards.   

But there was something about Gary Sands that made it different.  His cruelty?  The way he reminded her of her own father?  The fact that he *wanted* to impregnate her?  It felt like by ejaculating into her, he was taking control of her bodily autonomy, making her a slave to her cunt and her womb. 

And as soon as he was done, he pulled out – and then grabbed his bag, and brought out a roll of duct-tape.  He ripped off a strip of this tape, and immediately applied it to Amelie’s cunt, sealing his sperm inside her. 

“That doesn’t come off until you get home, bitch,” he said.  “You pull it off on your front doorstep, before you enter your house, and then you fuck my cum up inside you while standing outside your front door, until you cum again.  Then you dig out any that’s left and eat it.  Do you understand, bitch?” 

“Yes, sir,” moaned Amelie. 

“When’s your next period due, bitch?” he asked her. 

“In about a week,” said Amelie. 

“Okay.  Seven days from now, you take a pregnancy test,” he told her.  “Then every three days after that until you get your period.  Send me pictures of the results.  If your period comes, then we’ll have another go at impregnating you afterwards.” 

She made a noise of distress and humiliation. 

“Well, that was a great appointment, bitch,” he said to her.  He looked down at her, naked, with her cunt taped shut.  “Have fun getting home.” 

She remembered Ray Batsby’s instructions – if a man made her feel awkward or unhappy, she was to apologise.  She had rarely felt more unhappy than right now. 

“I’m sorry,” she said, not sure what she was apologising for.  She tried to think what she might be sorry for.  “I’m sorry for not being more fun to rape.  I’m sorry for being a bitch.”  And then, for good measure,  “Thank you for raping me.” 

Gary Sands laughed – and he left, taking her credit card and car keys with her. 

=== 

Gary’s departure left Amelie in a difficult situation.  She had no clothes to wear – she had thrown her clothes in the garbage.  She had no car to get home – Gary had suggested she take the bus, but she could hardly do that when she was nude and had her pussy sealed with duct tape.   

On the plus side, she had no further clients for the day.  She had planned to catch up on her filing and reports.  But she still had half the day ahead of her.  Someone might come into her office and find her nude.  And what if she needed to urinate – as she almost certainly would, before the end of the day?  She couldn’t leave her office, and in any case trying to piss with her cunt duct-taped shut would be a disaster. 

She would need to go home early, that was for certain.  She had leave built up.  She could get away with that.  But how would she get home, nude as she was? 

She couldn’t go to her boss.  There was no way she could tell Mr Horner that one of her clients had made her throw her clothes in the garbage. 

She sat in her chair, in misery, acutely aware of Gary Sands’ cum still wet in her sealed twat, possibly impregnating her even now.  Part of her wanted to masturbate – the endorphins it released would make all her misery go away – but she couldn’t even do that, through the duct tape. 

Finally, an idea occurred to her.  She didn’t like it – but it would probably work.  It would be a little embarrassing – but far less embarrassing than anything else she could think of. 

She picked up her phone, and dialled a number. 

The person on the other end picked up. 

“Oh, shit, is something wrong?” said a male voice.  “Like, my next appointment isn’t due yet.” 

It was Chris Swain. 

“No, it’s okay, Chris,” said Amelie.  “Actually… it’s a little embarrassing… but I was wondering if you could a favour for me…” 

=== 

Chris arrived at her office nearly an hour later, after Amelie had been hiding in a corner and praying that none of her co-workers would knock at her office door. 

“It’s me!” he said.  “Can I come in?” 

“Yes,” said Amelie.  “Please.” 

He pushed through the door – and grinned as soon as he saw her nude body.  “Damn, miss, you look hot.” 

Amelie blushed.  “Thank you, Chris.  Did you bring me clothes?” 

“Sure,” he said, and dumped a plastic bag on her desk.  But he was staring at her cunt.  “What’s going on with the tape, miss?” 

Amelie didn’t know what to say.  She considered fobbing Chris off, and telling him it was none of her business.  But he might get curious, and try to rip the tape off – which would defy Gary’s orders.  Or he might get upset and walk out on her – and she still needed his help. 

But the truth had its problems too. 

Nevertheless, she told him what had happened. 

“Another client… fucked me,” she said, blushing.  “And he wants me to keep his cum inside me.” 

She looked down at the ground, scared to see Chris’ reaction. 

“Damn, I guess everyone wants a piece of you, miss,” said Chris.  “I should have guessed.  You really are a hot slut.” 

“You’re not jealous?” asked Amelie. 

“Oh, no, I guessed you were a whore from the first time we met,” said Chris.  “Some girls just have that rapetoy aura, you know?  Like, there’s something about you that makes it obvious you’d be really good for slapping and raping.  It’s cool, I know you like being raped by me.  Your pussy goes wild for it.” 

Amelie burned with shame at Chris’ words – but she was glad to know that he wasn’t upset by Gary having raped her.   

She looked in the bag on the desk – and found herself pouting with frustration. 

“Chris,” she said.  “Is this all you brought?” 

“Well, yeah,” he said.  “This is the only women’s clothes I had.  A girl I fucked a couple of months ago left them behind.” 

The only clothes in the bag were a skimpy green bikini, and a thin white shirt that had the words “CUM SLUT” written on the front. 

“What about men’s clothes?” she asked.  “They would have done fine.  I just need to cover myself to get out of the building.” 

He blinked.  “Men’s clothes?” he said.  “But you’re a woman.” 

She growled in frustration.  “Could I borrow… some of what you’re wearing?” she asked. 

“No,” he said immediately.  “These wouldn’t fit you.  Just put those on, they’ll be enough to get you to the car.” 

Reluctantly, Amelie put on the tiny green G-string and the tight bikini.  It was a little too tight for her tits, and revealed most of her underboob.  The shirt was also too tight, and too brief – it stopped just beneath her tits. 

“You look hot,” said Chris, staring at her. 

She looked like a slut. 

“Are you sure I can’t…” she asked, but Chris interrupted her. 

“I said no,” he snapped, and she realised she looked exactly how Chris wanted her, and he had no intention of covering her further. 

Together, they crept out of her office.  Amelie tried to use Chris’ body to cover herself from public view, keeping to his shadow.  The clothes she was wearing might be brief, but they were better than being nude.  The parole office served female parolees as well as men, and sometimes they wore clothes almost as trashy as Amelie’s current outfit.  Hopefully not too many people would look twice. 

They got to the elevator without anyone seeing them.  From here it would be a quick trip to the basement, where Chris said he had parked his car. 

But just as the elevator doors were closing, a man in a suit pushed his way in. 

This was David Threnby, one of the other parole officers on Amelie’s floor – an older man, with a wife and family, but one with a roving eye, who had made a couple of comments that suggested he found Amelie attractive. 

At first, as the elevator doors closed with him inside, he didn’t seem to register who was in the lift with him.  But then he did a double take, and began to openly stare at Amelie’s slutty costume. 

She blushed as his eyes ran over her bulging tits, and the words “CUM SLUT”. 

“Please,” said Amelie.  “It’s complicated.  I had an accident.  Please don’t tell anyone you saw me like this.” 

He considered for a minute, as the elevator descended, and then he said, “Show me your tits.” 

Amelie found herself instinctively looking at Chris for approval – as if he were the boss of her body.  Chris nodded, slightly, and so Amelie, blushing, pulled up her shirt and bikini to show David her breasts. 

David smiled, and took out his phone, and took a photograph of her like that, deliberately exposing her fuckbags to him.  Then he reached out and squeezed her left tit, and Amelie let it happen. 

The lift came to a stop.  David took his hand back, and Amelie quickly lowered her bikini and shirt. 

“Be a good girl,’ said David, “and no one needs to know.” 

The doors opened on the ground floor, and David stepped out. 

Amelie shivered.  What did that mean?  “Be a good girl?” 

The doors closed again, and the lift descended to the parking basement. 

When they reached the parking lot, Amelie could immediately see that her car was gone, as she had known it would be.  Gary had taken it.   

But Chris led her to his car – an expensive low-rider. 

“How can you afford this, Chris?” she asked. 

“Sssh,” said Chris, and Amelie immediately felt her heart drop, assuming that it must be stolen. 

“Do you want to ride cock-seat, or up back?” he asked her. 

She didn’t understand this question.  Did he mean front seat or back?  “Cock-seat?” she asked. 

“Women only ride in my car two ways,” said Chris.  “Passenger seat, and you suck my cock.  Or in the boot.  Either way, you ride naked.” 

She wanted to ask him if he was serious.  But of course he was.  Chris was often a sweet himbo, but he was also a rapist, and he enjoyed having power over women just as much as her other clients.   

She considered her options.  Locked in the boot like an abduction victim?  Or sucking Chris’ cock? 

She didn’t actually *mind* sucking Chris’ cock.  In fact, she quite enjoyed it… 

“I’ll ride up front,” she said. 

“Sweet,” said Chris, with enthusiasm.  Then he put out his hand – and Amelie realised he wanted her clothes back. 

There was no point in arguing.  She quickly stripped the clothes back off, and then got into the passenger seat of his car. 

Chris took the driver’s seat, and then adjusted his pants to expose his stiff cock.  He looked at her expectantly. 

Amelie tried several positions, and realised the only way she could suck his cock in the cramped car interior was to kneel on the passenger’s seat, facing Chris, and then lean down towards his lap, putting her arms on his leg to support herself.  It meant that her tits hung down over the gearstick, and he’d effectively be slapping them with each change of gears.  It also pressed her ass against the passenger window, and anyone driving alongside would see her butt cheeks and anus. 

She made a moan of discomfort, but Chris said, “That’s right, miss, exactly like that,” and pressed her face down on his cock.  His warm phallus pushed between her lips, and Amelie began to instinctively suck. 

And then Chris started the car, revved the engine, and peeled out of the parking lot at a definitely unsafe speed. 

Amelie squealed.  She had no seatbelt.  If Chris had a crash – or even decelerated swiftly – she could be badly hurt. 

“Don’t worry, miss,” said Chris.  “I’m a top-tier driver.  You just keep sucking.” 

Amelie couldn’t look up from Chris’ cock to see what was happening outside the car, but she felt sure he was driving far faster than the speed limit as he took to the city streets.  She was terrified of him being stopped by police.  How would she ever explain herself, nude and sucking her parolee’s cock as he committed traffic crimes?   

But that wasn’t her business to think about.  All she had to think about was pleasing Chris’ dick. 

They stopped at traffic lights a couple of times, and Amelie felt sure there must be cars parked next to Chris, staring at her ass pressed against the car window.  She blushed, and felt grateful that her face was in Chris’ crotch, because it meant nobody could see who she was. 

About halfway home, Chris pulled over briefly, then grabbed her hair and began humping hard against her lips.  A few moments later, he was cumming, ejaculating into her mouth.  Amelie swallowed his cum eagerly, submissively – but Chris didn’t let her up when he was done. 

“Keep sucking,” he told her.  “I’ll be hard again soon.” 

And then they were racing off again, at ridiculous speeds, towards Amelie’s home.

===

If you’re enjoying this story, then why wait longer than you have to for the next chapter?  Paid members at AllTheseRoadworks.com get access to all new stories 50 days before they go live for free readers – plus a range of other great benefits! (Click here to view memberships in the store.)

===