Purpurea Manor Chapter 2

[This chapter is slightly inspired by an old story that's long since lost to time, but I hope the author is happy wherever they are.]

As he walked down the side of the road, his only company being the echoes of tiny stones as they skittered across frosty tarmac. He was – as ever – alone with his thoughts. At least back home he'd had some distractions from those, he thought, ruefully. His heart had become almost painted with indifference by now, frozen by the long cold nights, and the ever colder isolation.

The sign came out of nowhere, and only after did he realise that signs very rarely attacked unprovoked, and that he had more likely walked into it without realising while lost in thought. Pushing himself back to his feet, having managed to avoid falling completely, he took the rare opportunity to read a sign that interrupted the endless rows of trees at either side of him.

MARINGTON – 5 MILES

With a now practised hand, he withdrew the folded map from his jacket and flipped through it, not wanting to lay it out flat without need. It was waterproof, but even so, it had suffered on the long journey, and some folds had torn entirely

Just as the woman who Andrew now realised he didn't even know the name of had said, the town of Marington was up ahead – and was the only town for quite some ways in either direction. Kinsbury had been the last town he'd passed through, and there was no way he'd make that journey again.

He took a moment to rest, leaning against the pole of the sign, and for a moment just enjoyed not having to worry about his future. It felt nice to be relieved of thought, to just relax. A decision had been made for him. It was nice, for a change, and he could have happily went on leaving others to make them for him, but sadly that wasn't reality. Life was cold. Although perhaps not all of it, he reminded himself, still feeling the warmth in that shopkeeper's fingers against his cold hands.

Running his fingers against each other in his gloves, idly, he still remembered how soft her hands had been. Andrew's eyes glazed over slightly as, once again, he found himself daydreaming about her wonderful, luscious br-

With a startling WHOOP, a siren went off close behind him. Leaping forward off the poles, thinking he had set off some kind of alarm, he span his arms and balanced on one foot, barely managing to avoid falling face first onto the roadside. 

There was, it transpired, a police car sitting a few feet away. How he hadn't heard it approach, he wasn't sure, but a figure within was slowly moving around, obscured by the shine off their windshield. He stepped out into the road and held his hand up to his eyes, trying to shield them from the newly-arrived sun to make them out.

He didn't have long to wait however, as a female officer casually stepped out... then rose, and rose. For the second time that day, an utterly massive woman entered his field of vision. The car squealed in relief as her huge bulk exited the side door. 

She was dressed in what could charitably be called a scandalous uniform. Black leggings coated her long legs and thick thighs like paint, and a navy skirt rode unusually high, scarcely touching her lap.

A baby blue shirt was open by five buttons, showing nothing beneath but naked skin, and what were possibly the largest, swelling, luscious breasts he had ever seen. Their proportions boggled the mind; yet as she stepped closer, and closer, Andrew’s eyes managed to drift at length further up to meet her aviators, which rode atop a perky nose and thick, smiling lips. 

“Can I help you, stranger?” The massive police woman asked, politely but firmly. She didn't seem on her guard, merely curious. Her thick bushel of blond hair bobbed at either side in a tidy cut, and he tried to appear more relaxed than he was. 

“Uh, hi, I'm heading for...” he began, and looked up to the sign as if for a reminder, “uh... Marington.”

The officer settled her hands on her hips, and chuckled, “Well that's no surprise. It must have been quite a trek to get this far on foot.”

“Yeah... it was...” he replied, awkwardly, but stopped himself. “It wasn't that bad though,” he lied, and rubbed the back of his neck reflexively.

“Uh-huh,” she noted simply, and stood regarding him for a moment, “how about I give you a ride?” She asked, and slowly began to trace a finger down her chest.

Andrew blinked, following her finger as it slowly moved across her exposed skin, and he suddenly felt his throat tighten.

“W-” was all he managed to get out before her finger was making its way down, down across the swell of her breasts, toying with her open shirt.

Eventually, however, her hand dropped to her side, and she indicated to her car with a thumb.

“A ride into town?” She clarified, lips pursed together in a smile.

Andrew thought he was shaking his head slightly, politely, but found himself nodding before he could think about why he was doing so.

“I'll make sure you're going in... the right direction,” she said, evenly, as she waved him towards her. 

His feet were leading him he knew not where, but his eyes were a bit too focused on the cop's mostly-bared, glistening tits to care. She turned so as not to block his path, yet as soon as he was past her he felt her closing behind him.

“I’m Officer Janine… and you?” She asked, a hand on his shoulder.

“Um… Andrew.” He said, suddenly nervous. 

“Just one thing, sweetie, before we go.” She uttered calmly, as he felt her hand clamp on his shoulder, “I'm afraid I'll have to search you.”

“W-what?” Andrew asked, jumping slightly at her now firmer touch, and yet under her grip he barely moved.

“Just a formality if you're getting into a police vehicle, I'm sure you understand...” she drawled, yet suddenly her hand was running down the side of his arm in a way that seemed entirely unprofessional.

“S-search me?” He asked, again, and tried to pull away, but found that her other hand had worked its way around his waist. Now he was pinned back against her, and those large breasts were resting atop his head, looming over him to blot out the sun.

“Yeah, nothing to worry about... as long as you have nothing to hide, of course,” she added, and he could feel her hot breath on his neck.

He shivered at the sheer power that seemed to be radiating from this massive woman, who had so easily overpowered him. Andrew could tell he didn't stand a chance of breaking free of her grip, and who knew what a cop like her might do this far from town? Hell, how did he even know if she was a real cop? He doubted that anyone would be driving by any time soon to see her lascivious touches, regardless. 

“That's a good boy, just hold still for me... and relax...” she cooed softly, leaning down and in the process forcing him forwards under her weight, as her hand kept his waist pinned to hers. She was breathing directly into his ear now, and he had to put his hands out on the hood of her car to steady himself.

Her fingers traced across his chest, seemingly taking delight in teasing his nipples under the pretence of a search, before working their way inside his shirt to tease at his skin directly. Her other hand, around his waist, freed itself as her bodyweight pressed down against him and pinned him to the car, and began to caress his thigh.

“We're a small town, you understand, I need to make sure someone like you isn't bringing anything... mmmh, dangerous in.” Officer Janine practically drooled into his ear, and he whined pitifully, feeling justifiably emasculated by how pathetically easily she had manoeuvred him into this helpless position. There was no one around to even see what she was doing, let alone stop her, and he knew he stood no chance against this massive woman. That said, at least one part of him had no interest in her stopping at all - and she soon found it.

Her fingers enclosed around his hardening cock, and he felt her moan with relish as she exhaled into his ear, and her exhalation rumbled through her massive tits resting against his back.

“What's this?” she asked, in mock surprise, as she invaded his ear with her tongue. He jerked his head to one side, but she simply shifted her weight and he was pinned down tighter. She leaned in closer; now he was left with nowhere to retreat to as the slimy invader had free reign of his ear.

Her knees suddenly and unceremoniously forced his thighs apart, her height difference allowing her to sit him atop her lap, bow legged, chest pinned to the car. Now his feet weren’t even touching the ground he had absolutely no leverage, and was totally helpless. 

“You wouldn't be concealing something from me down here, would you?” Officer Janine asked huskily. 

She began to roll her fingers up and down the outline of his cock, feeling out every contour and smoothing the fabric deliberately. Andrew felt her thighs tense between his legs, lifting his feet off the ground entirely.

Desperately, he tried to reach down, but she simply applied more of her bodyweight to him and, with a practised hand, grasped first his left wrist and then his right, pinning them together above his head with one hand as the other continued its lecherous advances.

“My, my, I think you might be holding out on me!” she admonished, and with astonishing strength popped the button on his shorts clean off with her fingers and tugged them down. “I can feel something down here…”

Officer Janine’s massive breasts, drenched in sweat from the afternoon sun, now pressed in around his head, and he was practically buried alive under a mix of her body and odour. While he desperately fought the increasing arousal he felt, even as he struggled against the overwhelmingly powerful mass atop him, his cock had already turned traitor. It was soon freed from the confines of his shorts by the same cop increasingly imprisoning him beneath her, and hardly had to wait long for attention.

“You know, it's a crime to conceal something like this from an officer,” she explained, breathily, into his neck.

As the massive woman’s fingers began to delicately dance and trace around his cockhead, making him squirm atop her thighs, he felt her grip on his wrists tighten just as her grip on his cock did the same. Already exhausted from the journey, he was now totally beside himself as he was trapped under a massive busty woman who seemed to be taking great delight in tickling the tip of his cock in a thoroughly distracting way.

“I guess I'll just have to... take you in!” She practically drooled into his ear as her hand, at long last, gripped him tightly and sank down to the base of his cock, cementing the double entendre.

Andrew barely noticed, groaning aloud when her teasing fingertips gave his cock a satisfying stroke at long last, as a gentle click accompanied a slight shift in her weight. She pulled back, and through sheer gravity, or perhaps a combination of being adhered to her by sweat and the fact her breasts were practically enveloping his head, he came upright with her.

With a single finger, she held him almost entirely upright, a digit was hooked under the chain of the pair of handcuffs now around his wrists.

“W-w-wait!”

“You have the right to remain silent,” Officer Janine smirked, pulling something from her belt with her free hand, and he swiftly felt cool rubber against his lips.

“Mmmfph!” he groaned, pursing his lips as tightly as he could even as she pressed the gag into them insistently. 

“Resisting arrest, hm? I'll have to add that to your list of charges...” she admonished in a mocking baby-talk tone.

“Now,” she added, much more seriously, “open up for me...”

At that, she sank her lips against his neck and licked, and sucked, and kissed passionately, seeming almost like a vampiress embracing her prey. As she did so, she began to tease his cock deliciously once more by rubbing her body up against him. 

He wilted against her, muscles slackening despite himself, and she slipped the ball-gag into his open lips surprisingly adroitly, fastening it comfortably but snugly behind his head.

“There we go,” she cooed softly, “see? Things will go much more smoothly if you... cooperate.”

With that, she resumed the torturously slow stroking of his cock.

“Anything you say can and will be used against you, sweetie,” she added, quickening her pace ever so slightly, and then gently tapped the ball gag between his lips with a peck of a kiss, “lucky for you, huh?”

She let go of his cock at that, and opened the passenger side door of her patrol car.

“You're under arrest, and you're coming with me, cutie.”

Andrew looked up at her with momentary fright, but she simply smiled back, and attached the handcuffs to a hook above the passenger seat. With surprising care she lifted his legs with one arm and supported his back with the other, lowering him into the seat. The door slammed shut, locking automatically, and he could only peer behind himself in fear as she moved around the side of the car. She placed his bag in the back seat, and moments later, the car groaned under her weight as she lowered herself into the driver's seat. He cowered, a mix of arousal and fear flooding through him, against the car door. 

The hook his handcuffs were attached to had latched shut, which made freeing them impossible, as he couldn’t bend his fingers inwards far enough to reach the latch. Even if he could, he would still have been trapped, handcuffed in a car with a lecherous giantess of a woman! 

“Comfy?” she asked, smiling, and took a wide arc to turn back towards town, which in turn pushed him up against her body through centrifugal force as the car swung around.

Andrew blushed furiously as, before he could stop himself, he found his face pressed directly into the side of her breast with his hands helpless to halt himself. He righted himself quickly and managed to look in every direction except that which would make eye contact with her... but she turned her rear-view mirror to have a clear view of his beet-red face.

“You really should put your seatbelt on,” she offered, amusedly, and was soon reaching over with one hand. Andrew wished sorely he could have done so for himself, tugging at the handcuffs as her hand began to grope at one of his thighs, and then the other, before moving up the inside of his leg a little too quickly.

“Mmm!”

He scooted back as far as he could into the cushioning of the seat to escape her roaming hand, but this turned out to be a mistake. She clipped his seatbelt in for him as he sank back, and it quickly retracted tightly across his chest and waist. Once again he found himself tightly bound. 

“There we go, nice and secure...” she said with relish, as her hand returned to groping his thighs, gently but insistently prising them apart, “I'd hate for you to get hurt, sweetie...”

Andrew had been worried at first about crashing, but Officer Janine barely took her eyes off the road except to occasionally glare at him in the mirror, possessively. Even if she wasn't the impeccable driver she appeared to be, he had barely seen a car pass on this road in days. He was in little danger... at least from other drivers.

His cock had, if anything, only gotten harder in the short time it had been free of her grasp. Her hand had now foregone any pretence of 'accidental' touching. She was unabashedly outright molesting him, taking great joy in caressing his cock, and he found to his dismay he was helpless to do anything about it.

The seatbelt, which had looked standard at first, seemed deliberately designed to allow him as little room to move as possible. As her hand languished lazily atop his cock, slowly stroking up and down, he groaned into his gag as he swung between trying to pull his cock away from her teasing hand, to trying equally desperately to thrust into it to increase the friction – but both were equally fruitless.

“You know, I got a tip off,” she said casually, and giggled, curling her fingertips around his tip as she did, “that there might be a suspect in the area.”

The car gently rolled at a lazy pace, and he wondered just how long she planned to keep him trapped in there.

“So naturally,” she continued, now reaching her fingertips down to the base, then slowly stroking up to his tip each time, causing his cock to weep pearly drops of pre-cum, “I thought I'd better interrogate such a... suspicious young man as yourself.”

Her thumb and forefinger formed a ring, which ever so gently grazed around the rim of his head, and she tittered at the way it made him squirm and drool with need around his gag. She then closed the ring just enough to shuck his foreskin back and forth, making him grit his teeth against the gag as - fully immobilised - she milked his cockhead.

“Don't you just love power steering?”

The fresh-faced college student was beside himself, lost in a mix of heaven and hell.

“I should warn you, we never did get a DNA sample from our suspect...” she said, ominously, and began to gradually speed up her strokes as she did so, “although, I suppose any DNA sample would do...”

Andrew's eyes widened, as he began to sense the threat behind her words.

“That would definitely make the whole investigation muuuch easier,” she mused, as her hand began to briskly jerk his cock, his pre-cum having lubricated it enough that her fingers could glide effortlessly, sending electric sparks of pleasure through his body.

“Mmm-MMH!” he protested, and renewed his struggle to free himself – no matter how obviously hopeless it was.

He tugged frantically on the handcuffs, which featured a padded leather inner-lining that made them both comfortable and skin-tight, removing any remote possibility of slipping free. Relenting, he could only look down with forlorn hope as she masturbated his cock expertly, sending his mind into a spin.

Andrew shut his eyes and tried to force his mind onto non-sexy thoughts, but between the sexy store clerk and this buxom officer his mind had had almost no distractions for days. Wincing with effort, he tried to conjure anything, any thought at all, that wasn't sexual.

The officer seemed to notice this, and switched tactics. As they pulled onto a long stretch of road that seemed to continue straight for miles, she slowed the car to a crawl, practically stationary, and released the wheel.

Her breasts swelled against his arm, then his shoulder, and he leaned what little he could to his side to try to escape the rapidly rising tide of mammary which now threatened to encompass him. This forced her breasts directly into his eye-line as he opened them a crack, and also served to block his view of his cock. That meant every touch sent shivers through his oh-so-sensitive member, the sensations arising from unseen touches, making him jolt and jump ever so slightly in his bonds.

Although he couldn't see it, he could feel her new strategy having its effect upon his burgeoning libido. She used one hand to pull his foreskin up, then released it and let gravity do its work as his cock bobbed and the foreskin rolled back, before her other hand immediately repeated the action. Andrew's eyes swam into the back of his head as any mental defences he had remaining were utterly eradicated by this new technique, and she simply kept repeating the same maddening motion.

His mind was screaming at him to resist, but soon he was back to trying desperately to thrust into her hands, anything to speed up his tormentress's touch. Within the tight seatbelt his frantic efforts translated into tiny, almost imperceptible thrusts, which were even further hampered by her body weighing down against him.

“You know,” she whispered into his ear conspiratorially, “if you’re a good boy and cum for me, I'll make sure you're well taken care of...”

At the word cum, she speedily stroked his cock just for a few seconds, before she grasped his cockhead like a doorknob and, slickened with copious pre-cum, began to twist her hand back and forth.

“Just give in, you'll never hold out,” she continued, dropping the act as her verbal assault became almost as effective as her physical one at cracking his will, “you don't stand a chance...”

He gritted his teeth tighter, determined not to give in, even as she steadily stroked him mercilessly as she spoke.

“You won't serve a day in prison, I'll plead your case to the judge myself. She's an old friend of mine. I'll make sure you're kept in my custody... although Judge Samantha might want to pay a visit now and then, too... as well as the other girls at the station.”

The idea of being trapped with this woman and her perverted forever steeled his resolve, and he breathed frantically through his nose as she tweaked his cock with her forefinger and thumb just below the head. He couldn't give in, he just couldn't let her frame him for whatever crime she meant, just to hand him over to some kangaroo court! He just had to hold out until they got to town, even this slowly they would have to get there eventually.

“Just cum for me like a good boy, then I can end my investigation and get you charged… and then I’ll have lots of time to spend with you as my cute little prisoner! I’m sure the judge will give you a nice… long sentence.” She switched to longer, luxurious strokes at those last few words.

The frustration was utterly unbearable. If he could have moved even a little, he could have had some way to exert himself, to at least act out on his frustration. As it was, though, he had no outlet for his utter pent-up need. Now with almost all his senses blocked out, all he could focus on was the constant, unending and teasing torture of his cock.

Only then did he see, just out the front window, a sign glacially glide past them.

MARINGTON – 4 MILES

It had only been one mile! Andrew simply lost. He thrashed, he screamed, he begged, he pleased, he whined, he cried, he choked, he gasped behind the gag. All of it was muted into nearly silent, muffled squeaks as her tits swelled up to suffocate him, a growing smirk on her face as she recognized the signs of his defeat growing near.

“That's it, such a good boy...” she whispered, and moved in for the kill.

Her fingers grasped his cock firmly now, and began to move at a jackrabbit pace. Andrew was effectively mummified between the seatbelt and her body atop his, and as his vision narrowed between her cleavage, all he could see was her smug lips curling.

“Cum for me,” she cooed, “cum for me.”

It had been hopeless from the start. He had never stood a chance against her. From the moment she had seen him, he had already lost.

A cry of pure ecstatic anguish was wrenched from him as, for the first time in his life, he was forced to orgasm in total stillness. His body's every instinct to move was foiled by her bosomy bondage.

As he struggled for breath between her sweat-sodden tits, she petted his head, lazily stroking his cock to draw out his orgasm for as long as possible.

“Oh my, so much...” she whispered, delightedly, “you must have been really pent up. You poor thing, don't you worry. Once you're living with me as my permanent prisoner, I'll make sure you're always taken care of...”

Sobbing softly into her chest, she held him gently as she drove him, captive, back to town.