Etrius pushed the gas pedal of his car hard to the floor, and the 6.8L twin-turbo V8 in his car roared, sending him up the long road through the mountains on the outskirts of the city. His prosthetic hands gripped the steering wheel, and his robotic arms held it steady as the car fought against the wheelspin the engine produced.

The car accelerated up the road, the body squatting as the power surged through the powertrain. Etrius smiled smugly as he stared intently at the road in front of him, then slammed on the brakes as the first switchback reared its head. The car decelerated with astounding agility, the massive 17-inch carbon ceramic disc brakes producing a visible glow in the growing darkness of the fading night.

He spun the steering wheel hard, but with finesse, as the fat racing tires gripped the asphalt. He floored the accelerator again midway through the turn, fire spitting out the car’s side exhaust, lighting up the rocky canyon and the guardrail of the switchbacks, as he began the process once more.

Suddenly, a flash of red and blue told Etrius that he was not alone. Suddenly, his expression went from happiness and joy to one much more serious as he began to handle the car much more roughly - no silky finesse this time. Back and forth through the switchbacks he drove, pushing the car to its absolute limits. One slip, and he would slide off into the abyssal canyons below.

Without warning, an all-too-familiar orange light appeared on the gauge cluster. He was beginning to run out of fuel. Serves me right, he thought, for buying such a monstrous vehicle. At last, he relented, as he realized he was screwed one way or another. He braked hard and pulled rockside, away from the guard rail, and put his car into park and unbuckled his seatbelt - preparing for the worst.

Etrius sat patiently, waiting for his judgement. A large, tall figure appeared in the mirror, and he watched as the shadow grew larger and larger, until the figure was standing at his door. He rolled down the window, and was greeted by the cool night air, and the familiar scent of lavender.

“Do you know how fast you were going?” a recognizable voice squeaked.

“I don’t even want to know where you got the cop car or the uniform, Zoey,” he responded.

“You don’t need to know. I did catch you though!” the police officer responded, the lavender scent growing stronger as she leaned down and peered into his car, her massive breasts pushing against the fabric of the faux uniform in the dim glow from the city down the canyon.

“Every goddamn time, I am surprised.” Etrius complained, “You have no business having a voice that high for how tall and large you are.”

“What can I say, it’s either the drugs the Germans fed me or the drugs the Americans fed me. I don’t remember. Why don’t you step out of the vehicle?”

“Zoey, are we really doing this tonight? I know we agreed beforehand, but I have shit to d-”

Etrius was interrupted as Zoey reached into the car and pulled the handle from the inside, forcing the door open. With her other arm, and with alarming speed and strength, she grabbed Etrius by the shoulder and yanked him out of the car. She then pinned him against the pillar window, holding both his arms behind his back.

“I wasn’t asking,” Zoey said.

“Don’t scratch the paint,” Etrius growled, as Zoey used her free hand to search his pants pockets.

“Cargo pants shouldn’t have this many pockets, especially yours,” Zoey said as she patted his thighs, moving closer and closer to his crotch.

With one hand restraining his arms behind his back by his wrists, and with the other on Etrius’s shoulder, Zoey moved him over to the hood of his car and pushed him face down hard enough to nearly wind him.

“You’re gonna dent the fucking hood, you slut!” he yelled, his words echoing throughout the canyon.

“Oh, I’m a slut now, am I? You’re going to pay for that, boy.” She pulled out a pair of handcuffs and shackled Etrius’s wrists together. “Don’t even try to break these, they’re made of the same metal your bones are. You’re gonna rip your prosthetics out of their sockets if you try. My prosthetics may be older than yours, but I’m still stronger than you.” she snarled, either overjoyed or intensely angered by Etrius’s insult. It was hard for him to tell, as he couldn’t see her face.

Holding him down with one hand, Zoey used her free hand to rip Etrius’s pants all the way down, and used a booted foot to push them aside.

“Do you always drive shirtless? Fucking creep.” she said, with more definite anger in her voice.

“Do you always carry a bottle of lube in your utility belt?” Etrius quipped in response. He yelped as Zoey slapped his bare asscheek with her own prosthetic hand as punishment for yet more stinging words.

“I know you have a temper, but that was just uncalled for,” he said, and she thrust one knee into his crotch, making Etrius arch his back and whimper. “Fine! I’ll shut up! Just arrest me already!” he cried.

“This nightstick isn’t just for show, you fucking asshole. I’m gonna make your ass sore.” she replied.

Still forcing Etrius hard onto the hood of his car, she used her free hand to pull the nightstick off her belt and put it between his muscular glute.

“Oh fuck, I do not consent to this. Dammit, Zoey, I’m sorry!” he yelled in regret.

“I don’t give a shit about consent, you dumb prick,” she snarled.

With a resounding hock-patooey, she spit on the end of the nightstick as it sat between Etrius’s upper thighs, and slowly but firmly forced it into his asshole.

Etrius whimpered as Zoey played with him, and bit his lower lip as his cock began to grow out of its sheath. I should not be aroused by this, he thought. What is wrong with me?

Zoey pushed the nightstick further into Etrius’s ass, and spit on it again. She angled it just so, and Etrius’s face suddenly went from pain to mixed pleasure, and he began to pant. She rhythmically pushed the nightstick back and forth, the mechanical precision of her own prosthetics making the motion fluid and smooth.

Etrius’s cock was now fully erect, the knot just barely visible, black precum dripping out of the spiked tip. Zoey shoved the nightstick further up, and firmly, and smiled sadistically as Etrius moaned and his dick twitched. Releasing her grip on the nightstick she moved her hand down to jerk him off, all while reinforcing her grip on his bound arms.

“St...stop, p..please,” Etrius moaned between breaths, his balls swelling noticeably.

“I’m not gonna let you cum until I want you to, and you’re not going to have any choice anyways.” she squeaked, her unnaturally high pitched voice echoing against the rock face of the canyon.

She hooked the handguard of the nightstick around a protruding pouch on her belt, and started moving her hips in a sex-like motion, pushing the nightstick in and out of Etrius’s ass like it was her own cock. She squeezed his erect penis hard enough to make him whimper and hard enough to stop him from orgasming, and stared at him writhing on the hood of his car with a wretched grin, and with a vengeful ire in her eyes.

“Goddamn, Z...Zoey...Stop...T..That hurts…”

She ignored him, and kept stroking his cock with her hand, and fucking his ass with her nightstick. Etrius’s cock began to leak more black precum, which splattered all over the headlights and bumper of his car as Zoey’s strong motions pushed the car around.

“I know you can take this entire nightstick, you fucking manwhore. But I’m not gonna give it to you because you’d fucking like that, wouldn’t you?” Zoey squeaked.

“J...Just let me c..cum already…” he panted.

“I can’t believe you’re so weak. You’re pathetic. The legendary mercenary Etrius vanRandr, brought to his knees. I could fuck you to death out here and nobody would care. I could leave your corpse out here, and nobody would find you at the bottom of the canyon in a pool of your own disgusting black blood.”

“Sh...Shut the f..fuck up, Zoeeeiiiiiiiiii-!” He was cut off as she squeezed his growing knot firmly, the pain stopping his orgasm.

“How much longer do you think you can endure this? I know you were tortured, drugged, and raped by that she-wolf years ago - I bet that was nothing compared to this. The saddest part about this is, you fucking enjoy it. And I’m a damn fox! Your pathetic feline ass must really enjoy getting fucked by dogs.” she chided, shoving him into the hood of his car once again, his face hitting the metal as he got jerked around by the force.

Etrius was finally silent, the schlick-schlick of Zoey’s nightstick reciprocating in his ass filling up the now-quiet canyon.

She pulled her hand away from Etrius’s cock and she unhooked the nightstick from her belt. Just when Etrius thought she was done, she pulled a taser off her belt and put it against his balls and pressed the power button.

Etrius yelped, black cum forcing its way out of his cock, splattering all over the front of his car and the road. His ass clenched against the nightstick, and Zoey used her thigh to push the nightstick as far into his ass as it would go.

Between the edging, the nightstick pressing directly against his prostate, and the taser electrocuting his testicles, black cum was being shot everywhere, his cock pulsating with electricity that arced to the metal grille of his car.

Zoey pulled the taser away and shut it off, then pulled the nightstick out of his ass with alarming speed, black anal juices dripping from it, leaving Etrius’s asshole gaping.

Etrius collapsed on the hood of his car, panting heavily. Zoey stood over him, arms crossed in disappointment.

“For such a prolific figure in the city, and for as much I hear about you from the other women, you truly are pathetic. I expected more...enthusiasm.” she said.

A few minutes went by as she stood over him. He finally regained his composure and tried to stand up, but she pushed him down to the hood again. Black semen dripped from his still-erect cock.

“You really are turned on by this shit? Where’s the strong and dominant Etrius I hear so much about?” She used a finger to wipe some of the cum off his cock and put it in her mouth.

“Undo these cuffs and I’ll show you exactly what I’m capable of.” Etrius said angrily.

“Oh, honey, you know I can’t do that,” she flirted. Zoey reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. She dropped it in front of Etrius’s face, which he desperately lunged towards as she smacked it away. It landed in the dirt a few metres away from his car.

Zoey bent down and stared at Etrius, his face still pressed against his car. She spit on him, then walked away without a word and got into her stolen police cruiser, started the engine, and drove off.

The lavender scent lingered for a moment, and then was gone.