Debt Collection Pt. 07

Here is the final chapter! Sorry it's come so late, I've been busy with real life matters. I would like to thank everybody who rated and gave me feedback. You all have been incredibly helpful.

Just so there are no surprises, there are uncomfortably close familial relations ahead — nothing incestuous, of course.

***

After we left the rest stop, Jake and I finally turned off our phones. After all, the jig was up — the police knew that we were helping Lily and Alex escape now. Because we couldn't roam freely anymore, Jake had decided to take local roads northward. We felt much safer traveling through some no-name forest road than on a public interstate.

It was noon now. Lily snored loudly in the front seat, while Alex slept next to me in the backseat. I couldn't help but envy the looks of blissful ignorance on their faces. In my efforts to save their asses from being hauled off to prison, I'd been handcuffed and nearly raped by a policeman. As we drove, his words continued to echo in my head.

Shut the fuck up, you dumb slut.

Don't resist. This will be quick.

I tried my best to shake off the memories. But they were taking a toll on me. I felt utterly exhausted, physically and mentally. It was still raining outside with gloomy, dark clouds hovering overhead, which did nothing to help my mood.

Even worse, adrenaline continued to race through my body. No matter how hard I tried to calm my body, I couldn't shake off the flight-or-fight feeling, even if the danger was long gone. Having my hands cuffed behind me only increased my mental discomfort. In my mind, the policeman was still pressed up behind me, groping my breasts, telling me how tight and fuckable I was, all while I was utterly powerless to stop him.

Jake eyed me in the mirror. "Are you okay, Angie? You still look a little shaken up."

"I'm fine," I muttered. "You punched the living daylights out of that fat pervert. You gave him what he deserved."

Jake looked worried, but he stayed quiet. Meanwhile, I stared out the window.

Like a record on repeat, the chaotic events at the Burger King kept running through my mind. What if Jake hadn't saved me in time? What if he had just been in the bathroom a little longer? The memories of the policeman squeezing my breasts and slapping my face tormented me no matter how hard I tried to push them away.

"Is there any way I can get these things off?" I groaned, pulling on the handcuffs and futilely trying to maneuver my small wrists through the tight metal.

"I wish we could," Jake said. "But we don't have a key, babe."

The rain had let up a little bit, though a steady stream still battered the windows. I tried to distract myself by listening to the sound of the car driving over puddles.

"Hey, Angie," Jake said.

"Yeah?"

He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I took so long to save you. I can't believe that piece of shit still has a badge."

"I know," I said, feeling my throat tighten a little, tears forming in my eyes "What a fucking... pig, right?"

The faucet opened, and suddenly I couldn't stop crying, my breaths coming in small, heaving gasps.

"I'm going to pull over," Jake said.

"No," I cried. "Keep driving."

"I can't just leave you like this, Angie."

Jake pulled the car over to the side and shut the ignition off. Then, he stepped outside in the rain and opened my door. He freed me of my seat belt.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You'll see," Jake replied, helping me step onto the wet pavement. With my handcuffed hands, I awkwardly shut the car door.

"What now?" I said to Jake.

"Close your eyes."

I did as he asked, shutting my eyes. For a moment, all I could feel was the rain hitting my shoulders and hair, dripping down onto my body. Then, I felt Jake embrace me. He pulled my face to his chest, nuzzling closer to me so that his body shielded me from the rain. We stood on this solitary forest road, together as one, and all I could feel was Jake's warmth enveloping my body, his strong arms locked around me. Instinctively, I tried to hug him back, but I realized I was still handcuffed.

As Jake hugged me, a memory flashed in my mind. The policeman was pressed up against me, groping my breasts, whispering in my ear.

You're lucky I haven't shoved my dick in your tight ass yet.

My throat tightened again, my chest muscles clenching against Jake's body. Sensing my discomfort, Jake hugged me closer and lightly kissed my forehead.

"You're safe, Angie. Nobody can touch you as long as I'm here. It's just us two."

I nodded and tried to control my breathing, focusing on Jake's warm body pressed up against me. And as I stood there, I noticed little things about the boy I loved; the comforting feeling of his body, the way he softly inhaled close to my ear, how fast his heart was beating as he pressed up close to me. And then I noticed things about myself; how my arms and legs had stopped trembling, how my breathing had calmed down, how utterly safe I felt in Jake's tender embrace.

As the minutes passed, I became used to the strangely comforting feeling of our wet bodies pressed up against each other. In terms of my physical state, nothing had changed, except that every part of my body was now drenched. But mentally, I felt as though Jake had pressed a reset button on my mind. My throat didn't feel so tight anymore, and my chest muscles had also relaxed.

With a clearer head, I assessed the situation.

Sure, I was powerless. My wrists were cuffed behind me. But at least I had Jake with me. No matter what happened in the next few hours, I would laugh with him. Cry with him. Love him. And that was the fate that I would choose for myself.

I opened my eyes.

"Hey," I whispered to Jake. "I want to kiss you."

"Me too," he said.

I leaned into him, closing my eyes as our lips met, and I felt tingles run through my chest. It was a soft, tender kiss, and it said everything it needed to. After what felt like the longest time, we pulled apart, staring into each other's eyes.

"How do you feel now?" Jake whispered.

"A lot better," I replied. "Let's go."

***

We continued to drive up the local roads of Connecticut. After an hour, the rain finally stopped and the sun edged out from the retreating clouds, bathing the wet forests in a sheen of brilliant light. We opened the windows, letting the warm summer breeze dry out our damp clothes.

"We're going to make it in six more hours," Jake said.

"Are local roads that slow?" I asked.

"Yeah. But it's fine. Let's take our time. We don't want Alex and Lily to cross before nighttime," he said. "Do you want to eat?"

I was quite hungry. However, because my hands were handcuffed, I couldn't eat any of the food in the car. "You'll probably have to feed me," I said.

"Okay," Jake said. "I'll find a place to stop."

He drove for a few more minutes before he came upon a deserted, unpaved road surrounded by a thick layer of forests. He turned onto the road, driving for a little bit before he stopped and turned off the ignition.

"There's no room in the backseat," I said. "Can I sit with you in the front?"

"Of course."

With difficulty, I opened the door with my handcuffed hands and stepped out. Meanwhile, Jake also got out of the car.

"You know, I just realized it would be bad if anybody saw you," he said, staring at my handcuffed wrists. "It looks like I kidnapped you or something."

I grinned, twirling around with my hands cuffed behind me. "Kidnapping me just so you can fuck my sexy little holes? Jake, you bad boy."

"Angie, stop. I can only get so hard." He got back in the driver's seat. "Sit here, babe."

I stepped into the driver's seat after Jake, sitting in front of him between his legs, my handcuffed hands bumping against the rock-hard bulge in his jeans. God, he wasn't joking. As I tried to get comfortable, Jake embraced me from behind, his palms resting upon my breasts.

"Stop," I said, letting out a small moan as his fingers teased my sensitive nipples. "You said you didn't want to get hard, right?"

"Fine, fine," Jake said, reaching for the bag of food. "What do you want to eat?" Jake asked me

"I'll have a SlimJim," I said.

He unwrapped it and inserted the SlimJim into my mouth. As he did so, I closed my lips over the tough exterior, not biting, just letting Jake push the SlimJim deeper into my mouth.

"Angie?" Jake said. "What are you doing?"

I giggled. "Nothing."

Jake began to shove the SlimJim in and out of my mouth as if it were a penis. I coughed and gagged, laughing. "Okay, okay, stop," I cried out, my voice muffled by the SlimJim. "I'll eat it."

"You don't want to eat, do you?" Jake whispered in my ear, and I blushed. He pulled the still-intact SlimJim from my mouth, leaving a thin trail of saliva that fell onto my neck and collarbone. "You little tease."

I felt his erection pushing up against my handcuffed hands, so I slid my fingers up and down his bulge, smiling as Jake exhaled sharply behind me.

"Well, actually, there is something I'd like to eat," I murmured.

Sliding off the seat, I turned around and knelt before Jake. As I did so, Jake quickly undid his jeans and shoved his underwear down his ankles. His cock popped out, already half-erect for me. I sidled up between his legs and gently worked his throbbing cock into my mouth, tasting his warm, engorged head.

"God," Jake moaned, running his hands through my hair. "You're insatiable."

I pulled my lips from Jake's cock and smiled up at him. "Now that you've saved me..." I licked the tip of his cock, eliciting a sigh from Jake. "I just can't help but want to return the favor for my knight in shining armor."

"Oh, this is more than enough to pay me back, babe," Jake said, throwing his head back in pleasure.

I continued to bob my head up and down Jake's shaft. Blowing him felt quite awkward with my hands cuffed behind me, though, and Jake helped me out by sitting forward in his seat so I could take him deeper in my throat. After a few minutes of enduring my slow, teasing licks, he began to thrust in and out of my mouth like it was a fucktoy, and I felt moisture pooling between my legs, knowing there was no way to resist him in my cuffs.

"Fuck, Angie," he moaned. "I'm going to come."

As Jake's swollen cock bruised the insides of my mouth and my tongue, I kept my lips tightly sealed on his shaft, sucking him gently. Finally, Jake let out a cry, thrusting his cock as far as it would go into my mouth. As my lips pressed against the base of his shaft, he held my head in place as his swollen member flooded my mouth with his seed. His cum overflowed between my lips, covering them with its milky texture, and I felt my head swim at just how much of his cum he had poured in my willing mouth. As Jake came down from his orgasm, I gently licked his wet penis head clean, enjoying the sound of his satisfied groans.

"Open your mouth," Jake said.

I opened my cum-covered mouth, sticking out my tongue. Then, I let his salty cum slide down my throat, swallowing it.

"Good girl," he said, tenderly stroking my cheek.

Smiling, I sat up and hopped onto Jake's lap. "Well, shall we eat?" I said.

We dove into the food, eating a variety of SlimJims, cashew nuts, raisins, and other various snacks. Of course, Jake fed me the entire time. He would have to put his fingers in my mouth when he fed me, and I felt like a girl being fed by my daddy.

Oftentimes, as he waited for me to finish chewing on food, his hands would run up my body mischievously, pressing against my breasts and cupping them tenderly through my red tank top.

"I can't get enough of your tits, babe," Jake said. "They're so fucking soft."

With my handcuffed hands, I reached to feel Jake's cock, which was fully erect again. "You're so horny," I pouted. "We're never going to get to Canada if we mess around this much."

"Well, we have plenty of time," Jake murmured.

He caught my nipples between his fingers and pinched them, eliciting a loud yelp from me. Startled, Lily rustled in her seat. Her face creased momentarily, and she sat up, opening her eyes.

"You woke her up," Jake whispered to me.

"Not my fault," I pouted.

"Where are we?" Lily muttered sleepily.

"Massachusetts," Jake said.

"Oh shit," she said. "We're almost to Canada, huh." She squinted out at the rocky side road that we were parked at. "Why are we in the middle of a forest?"

"We're just eating lunch," Jake said. "Speaking of that..."

Jake explained the whole Burger King fiasco, and how the policemen had tried to arrest me, and how the FBI had figured out that we were all traveling together. He didn't mention the one policeman who had tried to rape me, and I knew he was trying to be considerate of my feelings.

"Oh, so that's why Angie's handcuffed," Lily said. "I thought you two were trying to do something kinky. Shame."

"Well, we are trying to make the best of it," Jake said, motioning to his throbbing erection.

"Hey, do you know what you two should do?" Lily said, her eyes glinting. "Jake should roleplay as a pervy police officer, and Angie could be the sexy criminal that he fucks in his police cruiser."

I sighed. "About that..."

I finally told Lily what had happened with the policeman. Her jaw dropped.

"No fucking way," Lily said. "He groped you in the middle of the food court? And then tried to rape you in his cruiser?"

"Yeah."

Lily exhaled angrily. "That's a real piece of shit right there. The FBI should be on his ass, instead of Alex's." She sighed. "Anyway, that's a shame. It sucks that you guys can't do that policeman roleplay."

I smiled. "Yeah. We really shouldn't."

But as Lily began to eat, and Jake continued to feed me, I thought a little more about what Jake could do to my helpless, handcuffed body if he was a dirty, perverted cop. And inexplicably, I felt myself getting aroused thinking about Jake groping me, whispering dirty things into my ear, and roughly fucking me as I resisted and cried for help. I rubbed my thighs together, trying to quell the strange desires building within me.

"You know what?" I said. "I don't mind doing some kinky roleplay with the handcuffs."

"Really?" Lily said. "Won't that be awkward for you?"

"Deep down I know it's a little fucked up, but I'm getting so wet thinking about Jake forcing me to have sex with him."

Between my handcuffed hands, I felt Jake's cock spring to life again, and I began to stroke it with my fingertips.

"Sorry, Lily," Jake said, breathing heavily as I teased his rapidly hardening cock. "We'll be back on the road soon, I swear."

"Oh, take your time," Lily said, smiling. As she said that, she rummaged through her purse. She pulled out a pair of black lace stockings, winking at me. "Good thing I brought these along, huh?" she said, handing them to Jake. "Just remembered I had them."

Jake was only too happy to oblige. He pulled off my socks and sneakers, and I pulled my feet up onto the seat so that Jake could easily fit the ends of the stockings through my feet. He slid the lace tops up my ankles and knees until they rested tightly on my thighs.

"Goddamn," he said, running his hands sensually over my slim, stocking-clad legs. "You're a wet dream, Angie."

"Yeah," Lily said. She began fingering herself underneath her skirt, staring down at my body. "God, Jake, you are one lucky bastard."

I looked down at myself. Over my tank top, my perky breasts and erect nipples clearly showed through the thin red material. Meanwhile, my bare thighs showed above the lace tops of my black stockings, allowing for a sexy contrast of color. "Do you like how slutty I look?" I asked Jake.

"Yeah," he said. "I wanna fuck you so badly."

I sidled closer to Jake, leaning my head against his shoulder and staring up at him. "How about this for a roleplay? I'll be a bank robber, and you'll be the cop who fucks me during an interrogation."

Jake looked a little uncomfortable. "Can't we do a scenario that's a little less... awkward for you?"

I shook my head. "Don't worry," I said, stroking his cock with my fingers. God, I wanted him to roughly pound my holes already. "I'm just giving you what that dirty cop wishes he could have, but only you can have. Only you can fuck me while I can't resist."

I could feel his cock hardening between my fingers. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes," I replied, my voice tinged with arousal. "I'll let you know if I feel uncomfortable. And don't go easy on me."

Jake nodded. "Okay. Let's do this, then."

He started off the roleplay by putting me in a light chokehold.

"Where's that money you stole from the bank, Angie?" Jake shouted.

I couldn't help but let out a little smile at his bad acting, but I quickly shifted into character. "That money I stole from the bank is long gone!" I replied dramatically. "I've already given it all to the poor."

"Tell me the truth," Jake said, moving his hands down my neck and towards my chest. He set the straps of my tank top off to the side, whispering, "Or else..."

"Or else what?" I asked, in a feisty tone.

"I'll fuck you silly," Jake said. He slid my tank top down, revealing my bare breasts. I let out a yelp.

"You animal!" I yelled, struggling in my cuffs.

"Your breasts are amazing," Jake murmured, groping my sensitive little mounds with his hands and rubbing my nipples, which were already erect from being chafed against the tank top all day. "So soft and perky," he added. He pressed his lips against my neck, sucking at my skin, and I let out an involuntary moan at all the sensations he was bringing to my body.

After he had gotten me even more hot and bothered, he pulled my short shorts down to my ankles, revealing my naked pussy. "No panties, huh? Just the way I like it."

"You can't rape me..." I cried out. "I'll tell everybody about what you did to me!"

"And who would believe you?" Jake said, rubbing his rock-hard cock up against my back. "Me, a decorated sheriff, or you, a lowly criminal?" He inserted a finger into my dripping wet pussy, swirling it around my insides, never letting up his assault on all my sensitive spots. "Besides, your body doesn't lie. You want this."

"No," I murmured shakily. "Who could ever get wet to a pig like you... Oh!" I groaned as Jake stuck another finger inside. "Ah... God..."

"You love this, don't you," Jake whispered in my ear. "You don't care about the poor, do you? You just want to get fucked like a dirty little whore. All you probably think about is a big fat cock stretching you out."

"No, no, no," I moaned as Jake swirled his fingers around my sticky core. As Jake moved his thumb up to my clitoris, rubbing it in all sorts of naughty motions, I pulled futilely against the handcuffs, the chain jingling as I tried to seek freedom. "Ohh... God, I'm gonna come..."

Then, maddeningly, Jake released his thumb from my clitoris and slipped his fingers out of my pussy, leaving my body on the edge of a tremendous orgasm. I let out a low whine of frustration.

"Oh, Angie," Jake said. "Be honest with me, or I won't let you cum. Tell me what kind of girl you are."

Panting, I glared back at Jake and said, "I'm a heroic girl who takes from the rich and gives to the poor."

"That's not what your body is telling me," Jake said. He pressed his thumb against my clitoris, moving in achingly tiny circles against the swollen tip, and I let out a few more desperate moans. "Tell me the truth, Angie."

"Fine," I said, panting. "I'm a slutty little girl who just wanted to get fucked by a police officer. I wore these stockings so you'd be turned on by my legs, like the dirty pervert you are."

Jake let go of my clitoris. "Well, that wasn't so hard, was it? Here's your reward."

He lifted my light body with ease, positioning my soaked pussy against the tip of his swollen cock. Then, he slowly lowered me on his huge member, impaling me fully. "Oh, God..." I whispered as I felt his cock stretch out my insides.