>>110363166She got into her car a few minutes later, her mouth dripping with cum. She couldn't swallow it, she didn't have the energy to spit it out in defiance. She buckled her seatbelt, turned on the engine and drove. She didn't know where she was going. Eventually she got out of her car and walked into a building. She saw some alarmed stares and a mother covering her son's eyes, but she couldn't think of anything but her need to sit and rest.
A woman in blue walked up to her just moments after she found a seat. That's weird, she thought, it usually takes police officers a while to show up. She gets why, walking around in public in only a shirt, legs and face dropping with cum, isn't something a good girl should do.
"hey, welcome to the station, do you want to talk in private?"
The voice was so gentle. So sweet. She'd come to the station? Whatever, she needed to follow this person.
They got into a squad car, with a blanket laid on the passenger seat, and drove to hospital while they talked. It took hours for the officer to get Hilda comfortable enough with explaining what had happened. Every time Hilda would off-handedly say that she had caused it, the officer would take her hand and remind her that she deserved to be treated kindly.
When Hilda woke up in the morning, a new officer explained that he was there to take her to a temporary home for her safety and mental health. He apologised that there were no female officers available, but it was a small town.
He drove her over there, glancing over occasionally and smiling. When they got there, he opened the door for her, and followed her in. He showed her the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom.
"and this here's the bedroom", he said, opening the door. "come on in".
Hilda knew what was going to happen. She was an idiot to think that these people would be nice, no one was ever nice to her. She walked in, sat on the bed, and looked up at him, waiting for it to start.
