A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.3) - Sex Stories

A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.3)

DISCLAIMER: If you are offended by any of the tags, please do not read further. There are two previous chapters to this story, which you can find on my profile page by clicking my name at the top. There will be more chapters. I greatly appreciate those of you who have enjoyed this story thus far and I hope you continue to enjoy what I have written. I do apologize for the long delay. This took me longer than I had anticipated due to other obligations in my life. Your patience is very much appreciated. Thank you for reading. Constructive criticism is always welcome, let me know what you think of my story in the comment section. Enjoy. CHAPTER THREE "Police! Open the door!" Chris shouts, pounding at the door. "Open the door now before we kick it in!" He shouts again. "Do you got a warrant?" The voice from the other side of the door asks. "Keith Stephens we have a warrant for your arrest." Chris replies sternly, his patience running thin. Keith, the abusive manager of the building who has been using Chris' niece Emmy for sex, is on the other side as his heart sinks in a panic. A moment of inaction is too much for Chris. He kicks the door open, it swings back at Keith hard. "Don't move!" Chris shouts, pointing his gun at him. Keith puts his hands up and is frozen in place. Chris is the first inside the apartment, then the other uniformed officers enter ahead of him to check out his apartment. Chris stands there near the door, looking at Keith. "Wha... What did I do? I didn't ...

... do anything. What's going on?" Keith asks in a panic, gulping and sweating, his mouth dry. Chris just stares at him intensely. He remembers everything his niece Emmy told him last night and snaps. He lunges at Keith and puts his strong forearm against Keith's neck, forcing him against the wall harshly. Chris breathes like a bull, his eyes locked onto him. It takes everything Chris has not to physically assault him. "Are you resisting arrest?" He asks coldly. Keith struggles to say anything as the forearm lodged against his neck prevents him. "Down on the ground now!" Chris shouts before bludgeoning Keith's head with the butt of his pistol. Keith falls to the ground and Chris mounts him, getting his hands behind his back. Another officer quickly comes to help, putting his knee on the back of Keith's head. "Fucker tried to escape." Chris finishes putting the cuffs on him. The rest of the officers continue ransacking Keith's apartment. "We found it, Sergeant." An officer shouts from one of the rooms. He comes walking out with a laptop in his hands. "We found a 9mm, too." Another officer walks out with a pistol in an evidence bag. Chris and one of the officers stand Keith up and set him against the wall. Chris smirks at him. "Found illegal scripts." Another officer comes out with a package of bottles in an evidence bag. Chris' smile widens as it's obvious to Keith that this police sergeant is taking extra pleasure in this. Keith's head drops, knowing he's in a lot of trouble. ...