Assault and Battery

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Outer_Limits

Farrah once again is being a very bad gal...

Assault and Battery

Rick slapped reasonably tight steel handcuffs on the small wrists held together behind the back of the petite female.  Her hair, highlighted with shades of blond and strawberry, appeared tussled by her own doing in how she struggled against the asphalt path where led.

“Move!” barked the off-duty deputy while tightening his grip on the woman.

“And if I don’t?” she snapped, trying to pry her hands out of the cuffs.  He left no room so that they bit into her flesh. 

“You’re under arrest,” Rick said gruffly at the feisty young woman near his deputy sheriff's car.

Much commotion had been stirred in the Pit tonight, but like many who ventured out that humid Friday night for a good time, she was glad the off-duty cop was there to defuse tempers.  It got hot and ugly faster than a toupee in a hurricane.  The parking lot was still full of cars, but the folks kicked out had departed the area for the most part.

“On what charge?” her sultry voice questioned before her sexy red lips curved into a smirk, as if she didn’t know.

“Indecent exposure, Farrah,” Rick whispered in her ear as he rose her cut-off jean skirt for the prize she had been flashing any chance she got tonight.  He felt neither thong nor bikini panties and spanked her bare bottom to drive the point home.

Indignant gunmetal eyes glared back at him in his pressed dress shirt, open at the throat and snug-fitting denim jeans.  No man Farrah knew wore them better on such a stocky frame.  There were dozens of hot chicks at the Pit that night who wanted her dark-haired, clean-shaven man and didn’t care if she knew it.  Farrah understood well what to do to keep his brown eyes right where they belonged.

“That’s assault and battery, Deputy.  I could sue for excessive force.”

“Hardly, bad gal,” he whispered with a nibble along her neck, following it with a kiss.  “That was merely a bit of necessary roughness to get you where I want you.”

Rick grinned as he slapped her ass harder at each yelp.  “As for the assault and battery?”  He pushed her against the back of his police cruiser, rougher than she was accustomed, and grunted.  It distracted from him spreading her smooth legs with a knee as one hand held down her head by the neck against the trunk.  The sound of a zipper dropped at her gasp, but it was the two thick, wet fingers penetrating her without warning that shocked her the most.


“Guilty as charged, dirty gal.”

Rick gave her several quick pumps of his meaty fingers as her legs wobbled at how her exposed lower half moved with him.  His brazen lack of gentleness turned her on far more than it should.  However, she knew this man and trusted him.  Her boyfriend wouldn’t hurt her for the world, not her heart or her body. 

Farrah gathered for sure that she was falling for him but had not confessed the dangerous words, especially if she meant them.  She came very close.  One stroke of those skilled fingers threatened to tip her over the edge of her excitement and rush of ecstasy.  Something hindered her guarded tongue, but nothing hindered his.

“Damn, gal, I love how drenched you are for me.”  Before she could come, Rick’s fingers were gone, leaving her needy with vacancy.

Farrah wiggled her bum at him and traced the turgid length of him.  “No!  Put them back in!  Right now!”

“Oh, we’re done with the play at assault, bad gal.”  He made teasing passes with what she wanted yet failing to breach her wetness.


Chuckling, he eased his saturated hardness between her compressing walls.  He gritted his teeth at the vise she became, and loved her more for it.


“Now it’s time for some battery.” 

Farrah’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she rocked with the vehicle at the force of his thrusts.  She experienced no pause from his firm body battering into her and filling her up to the brim.  Echoing around their quiet moans were the claps of him colliding into her.  The strength and stride did not break.  Farrah flowed along his rhythm, coasted on being constantly filled, and her favorite spot struck with an urgency that thrust her into the pocket of his groove.

“Ooo!  Ooo!  Ooo!”

Rick released her neck in favor of teasing her tender bud with his fingers.  He pinched, patted, and rubbed her faster toward the impending explosion.  He listened to her strangled pants mixed with unintelligible blubbering.  Farrah was close enough for the dam to burst.  So was he. 

“C-c-c-come!” she stuttered.  She could hardly catch her breath.  “In-in-in-in m-m-m-m-m-me!”

Rick dug his other hand at her hip and pulled her into the brutal zeal of his need that arched his back.  Farrah didn’t wait for him as she took off.  She came apart panting like a horse after a race, careening to the ground, unable to feel her jellied legs.  With several jerking pumps, he fired off deep in the constricted space of her sugar walls.  He breathed harder than he had when engaged in a different sort of dancing with Farrah at the Pit. 

“Rick!” she yowled with surprise when he buried deep one final time.  Her inner muscles milked him greedily of all he had as he draped against her back.  "Ooo-ooo!"

As he breathed normally, Farrah’s lover brushed the hair that she blew out of her face.  Rick lifted himself and her from the vehicle as he heard loud talking approach.  Two cars over, a couple laughed as Rick lowered Farrah’s skirt to a discreet level with her bum.  It was scandalously short already.  Still bent over the car like she was, Farrah offered his watchful eyes, the glimpse of the tops of her toned thighs glistening with their juices.  He licked his lips.

The couple drove off as Farrah tried to stand up straight, but swaying a little.  After Rick zipped himself back in his jeans, he tried to unlock her handcuffs.  His girl turned to face him instead.

“No.  Take me home now, deputy.  I want more excessive force in the back of your squad car.  Show me how bad I’ve really been.  Punish me, deputy.  Punish your dirty, bad gal good with that big baton between your legs.”

Rick adjusted his crotch but comprehended that the trouble of it putting on weight already had everything to do with Farrah.  That horny gal could never get enough of him, and he meant to keep it that way.  He felt the same way all his life.  Even prior to high school, he lusted after the wild beauty that was Farrah Oswell. 

“Dammit, gal, did I ever tell you how much I love you?” he questioned with a smirk, yet his heart raced harder than ever.  He never told her that before.  He swallowed hard at the cold lump that developed in his throat when she said nothing for a minute.

Farrah leaned in with a look that was both a scorcher and serious, since she didn’t blink.  “Action, not pretty words, Deputy.  Action.  Now.”

Rick released a shaky breath, fearing she might run or deny the tornado of their hot-blooded relationship.  Farrah was renowned for not committing to anyone.  He proudly cheered on the inside how he was the only man she had dated so long before.  He laughed in relief as he kissed her deeply.  These were not the only words he desired most to hear.  From Farrah Oswell, though, without her shutting down as she usually did when feelings were discussed, they were close enough.  Her reaction to him more than made up for it while she melted into his arms and kissed him back with the passion that burned in her gray eyes.

“Right away, ma’am.”  He broke away from her seductive lips and swept her legs off the ground to deposit her into the back of his police car.  "Like always, I'm here to protect and serve you."

Rick wasted no more time heading immediately to exact as much assault and battery as they both could stand.


Submitted: July 23, 2022

© Copyright 2023 Amy F. Turner. All rights reserved.

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I do believe this is your second submission in what hopefully proves to be a series of stories about the life and times of Rick and Farrah. When we last caught up with this lusty couple, Rick had her cuffed in the shed behind the restaurant. That deputy sure loves using his equipment. My kind of man.

Catchy title and another fabulous account, Amy! Now, where did he put those keys?

Sat, July 23rd, 2022 7:21pm


It is a second, that's true. I don't know about more with them, but they are certainly fun :) I am enjoying writing about their little adventures beyond the bedroom. I'm also glad you enjoy reading about them. ;)

Tue, July 26th, 2022 6:14pm


Farrah is good at dodging. He ended up being the 1st one to say those "dangerous words" and her best reply was ..."action, not pretty words, deputy. Action, now". : D
Haha she's my new hero/ heroine . Umm one of those .

Sun, July 24th, 2022 2:12am


Isn't she though? I love her spunk and her willingness to push boundaries, not just because she trying to keep him, but because she loves pushing his buttons. :)

Tue, July 26th, 2022 6:32pm


Here is a couple who both know what they like and they enjoy getting it on. No doubt a tryst in the back of the squad car would be difficult but just as lusty for these two.

Sun, July 24th, 2022 2:14am


Where there's a will, there's a way? Of course, I'm sure you've heard that before. Anywhoo, these two will not allow a little difficulty to get in the way of their sexy time. It is what I find so endearing about them. Thanks for the read and comment. :)

Tue, July 26th, 2022 6:31pm

Angelica Jai

Always one of my favorite fantasies. Swoon. Rough and unyielding.
I love the detail and can easily watch the entire scenario unfold in my mind. Great job my friend. I love it.

Fri, July 29th, 2022 4:21pm


Greetings, AJ! Welcome back! Thanks for sharing your thoughts on this short bit of story. Mmm, mmm! Love a man who's accommodating. :D

Sun, August 7th, 2022 3:54am


You certainly provide the battery!!!

Sat, July 30th, 2022 10:03am


Just the way Farrah likes it with someone she feels safe with to play in such a way. Thanks for the read and comment. :)

Sun, August 7th, 2022 3:55am


I love bad gals... especially those who write wicked stuff...

Tue, August 2nd, 2022 8:34pm


Indeed, and it shows. Makes life rather interesting and drama-filled for you too. At least you can say you're never bored and have lived a life of fulfilled moments. Thanks for dropping by and do come again, wicked one. :P

Sun, August 7th, 2022 4:00am

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