Violated Virgin: Cop & Dog

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The last thing Sophia expected when she got pulled over was for Officer Beckett to reach deep into her mind and pull out a twisted fantasy. Soon, she finds herself bending over backward to please the man, his dog, and another female officer. By the time Sophia is allowed to leave, her life will never be the same.

This book contains taboo topics including bestiality, noncon, dog sex, nightstick, interracial, hardcore, breeding, virgin, strap-on, and lesbian. 

Excerpt:

“I need you to step out of the car, miss.”

“What’s wrong?” Sophia had already handed over her license and registration, both of which were fine. What more could Officer Beckett want?

“Are you refusing to obey a police order.” Officer Beckett didn’t really phrase it as a question. He made it sound almost like a dare.

“I’m just not sure why you pulled me over in the first place.”

“You swerved.”

“To avoid hitting a deer.”

“That may be, miss, but I still need you to step out of the car so I can administer a field sobriety test.”

“But I’ve never—” his glare cut her off. Sophia hadn’t ever even had enough booze to get tipsy, let alone drunk. Not only was she under the legal drinking age, but she thought alcohol tasted nasty. Worse, it made her friends behave like idiots. Still, if she refused, she might get in even more trouble.

Reluctant to escalate the situation, she unhooked her seatbelt and slid out of the Honda. Cold mountain air wrapped around her upper body and crawled up her skirt. Had she known she’d have to brave nighttime temperatures in the Colorado Rockies, she would have at least worn a sweater over her party dress. Too late to get one now.

Officer Beckett gave her three tests, which she passed with ease, even the one-leg stand test. Clearly, any woman who could balance in sky-high heels wasn’t drunk.

But her displays of balance and cognitive awareness still weren’t good enough.

“Just one more test.” Officer Beckett went to the back of his squad car. “Come on, Saxon. Time to get to work.”

A powerful looking German Shepherd emerged from the back of his squad car. Officer Beckett hooked a lead to the dog’s collar then walked back over to her.

“Stand here.” Officer Beckett kept her in his line of sight as he led Saxon around her car. The dog sniffed everywhere, but apparently he didn’t find whatever he was looking for. As he came around the back of the Honda, Sophia stepped aside, but the dog followed her.

“Hold still.” Officer Beckett’s tone brooked no argument.

The scar on her arm, the one from the attack by the Hernandez’s dog, started to itch. Ever since that day ten years ago, Sophia had been terrified of dogs.

“You seem a little nervous, miss.”

The closer the dog got to her, the harder she held her breath. “I don’t like dogs.”

“Aw, that’s too bad.” Officer Beckett tilted his hat back. “Because I think Saxon likes you.”

The dog sniffed around her shoes then lifted his head right up her skirt.

“Stop that.” Sophia stepped back but the dog followed her, growling louder with each step she took.

“Heel, Saxon.”

The dog ran to his side and sat down.

“Can I go now?”

“Not until the dog clears you.”

Sophia wanted to argue but thought if she did, she’d only delay herself further.

“Hold very still now, miss.” Officer Beckett took a step closer with the dog.

Just like before, the dog stuck his head up her skirt.

“What—what is he doing?”

“Just smelling your pussy.”

“What?” Clearly, she’d misheard the man.

“He’s just making sure you don’t have any drugs in your underwear.”

“I don’t.” Sophia clenched her eyes closed and pulled her arms in tight against her body.

“Then you don’t have anything to worry about.”

Sophia held her breath as the dog sniffed her crotch. “This is making me very uncomfortable.”

“Can’t be all that bad,” Officer Beckett said, his voice sounding closer than before. “Your nipples are tight.”

“It’s cold,” Sophia defended before she realized what the officer said and what his dog was doing were completely inappropriate. Before she could say anything, she felt something rubbing against her nipples. When she opened her eyes, she discovered Officer Beckett fondling her with his nightstick.

“Must be real cold.”

“Stop it.”

“Are you refusing to follow another order?” This time he spoke with a singsong voice that sent even more chills down her spine. “I don’t like uppity little girls who think they have some kind of right to speed along these twisting mountain roads.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Shut the fuck up.” Using his baton, Officer Beckett parted the V-neck of her dress. Cold, hard plastic tightened her nipples to the point they almost hurt. “Look at those sweet tits.”