Chapter 3 - We're Connected (Law and Order: SVU)

Detective Olivia Benson smiled at Stuckey as she moved closer to him, masking her horror at the situation behind a sultry gaze. Behind Stuckey was Detective Stabler, gagged tied to a chair with duct tape. His shirt was stained with blood from where Stuckey had been torturing, up until Olivia had walked in on the scene.

And now they were facing each other, with Stuckey pointing a gun right at her. This was going to take some careful… negotiation.

“We’re connected, Dale,” murmured Olivia as she stepped a bit closer to Stuckey. She hoped that she would be able to seduce him enough to get him to drop his guard, and forget about Stabler for a second. It was likely the only way she’d get him to lower his gun for a second. “We get each other.” She reached out and closed her fingers around Stuckey’s hand, the one that wasn’t holding the gun. “We could make this happen together.”

Stuckey smiled as she took his hand, and Olivia tried not to shudder in revulsion as she felt him stroke the back of her hand with his thumb. “We’re connected?” he repeated, grinning foolishly, holding her hand a little bit tighter. “We’re connected.”

Olivia smiled back. This was working better than she’d figured it would. “Yeah,” she agreed. “Us two.” She squeezed his hand a little tighter, stepping close enough for them to brush up against each other.

Obviously intoxicated by her close presence, Stuckey nodded. “Then let me get this trash for you,” he said eagerly, turning to point his pistol at the bound Stabler. The detective instinctively turned his face away from Stuckey as he swiveled around to point the gun at him. Olivia felt a flash of panic as she saw Stuckey’s finger tighten on the trigger. “No! Wait,” she said desperately, and Stuckey turned to her, his eyes questioning. “Just wait a second,” she whispered, lowering her voice. “I want him to watch.”

Stuckey stared at her for a moment, then suddenly turned and fired at Stabler, the sound of the gunshot sudden and sharp in the enclosed space of the forensics lab. Stabler let out a muffled yell of agony as blood spurted from the new bullet hole in his thigh.“NO!” Shrieked Olivia, breaking all pretense of seduction as she tried to move to Stabler’s side, but Stuckey held her fast by her wrist, his gun now trained on her again.

“I knew it,” said Stuckey, his teeth gritted in a manic grin. “I knew you weren’t actually into me. Just trying to distract me, huh?

“No!” Said Olivia desperately, trying to calm the situation. She resisted the urge to yank her arm from Stuckey’s grip. “No, I am, Dale! We-”

“Shut the fuck up.” Stuckey’s voice had gone deadly quiet, and the sudden change in his tone of voice was enough to make Olivia stop talking. “That’s alright. I can make you into me.”

Olivia felt a flash of fear as Stuckey let go of her wrist and reached into his pocket, his gun trained on her the entire time. “Dale- Dale, this isn’t necessary,” she said desperately. If the situation seemed absolutely lost, then she would risk rushing at Stuckey no matter what, but the presence of a gun made that situation extremely undesirable. “We’re connected. We can make this work out between us.”

“You bet your ass we can,” grinned Stuckey, his eyes shining as he pulled out a handful of white powder from his pocket. Before Olivia could react, he flung the powder through the air and into her face, and even though she flinched away, Olivia took a whiff of the strange-smelling stuff as the cloud of powder enveloped her face. Instantly, a wave of dizziness crashed into her, and Olivia fell to one knee, her head swimming. 

“W-what the fuck… was that?” She gasped, the powder settling onto the floor around her. Olivia felt a strange sense of lethargy creep through her body, until she felt curiously unwilling to move on her own volition. “What… w-was that?” she muttered, each word becoming progressively harder to utter.

“Powdered scopolamines,” grinned Stuckey viciously. He stepped towards the kneeling detective and grabbed a handful of her long, brown hair, pulling her to her feet. Olivia let out a whimper of pain as he yanked her up painfully by her hair, but still barely stayed on her feet, almost falling back to her knees. “It makes people lethargic and extremely suggestible, and wipes all memory of anything that happens while they’re on it.”

Even as she felt the drugs flush her system, Olivia felt strangely calm about this whole situation. Even as Stuckey leered at her with a gun to her head, she wasn’t scared. In fact, she wasn’t even dizzy anymore. Or particularly averse to Stuckey’s presence, for that matter. 

Stuckey stepped close, and Olivia found herself curiously unwilling to step away, even as she felt his hand graze against her breasts through her leather jacket. “Alright, let’s test this out,” grinned Stuckey, rubbing his hands together. “Take off your clothes.”

Olivia smiled at him, the previous rage and fear she had been feeling not a minute before forgotten, the severity of the situation faded from her mind. “Of course,” she murmured as she stripped off her leather jacket, throwing it to the floor. Then, she pulled off her shirt, revealing her tight black sports bra and her flat, toned stomach. Dale let out an appreciative noise as she unhooked her bra, her firm, perfectly shaped tits bouncing a little as she threw her bra to the side. He leered at Olivia as she pulled down her tight jeans and lacy boyshorts, his gaze fixed on her shaven pussy. “Shit, your body is fine,” he chuckled, licking his lips as he stared at the slim, naked detective, who was now dressed in nothing but a pair of high heels. “Now, I want you to get horny. You’re gonna like everything I do to you. You want me to fuck you.”

Olivia’s breathing grew heavier as she spoke. “I want you to fuck me,” she moaned, her pussy already growing wet with her arousal. She reached down to stroke at her own cunt, and Stuckey stared hungrily as Olivia toyed with herself, moaning at her own touch. “I’m gonna like everything you do to me.”

“Before we get to any of that,” murmured Stuckey, reaching out to squeeze at Olivia’s firm, perfect breasts. Olivia moaned as she felt him toy with her breasts, her nipples growing hard at his touch. “I want you to get on your knees and suck my dick.”

“Of course,” she said huskily, eagerly going to her knees and pulling at Stuckey’s belt, her slender fingers quickly unbuckling his leather belt. Stuckey’s pants and boxers dropped to his ankles, and he let out a moan as Olivia stroked at his already throbbing six-inch cock. 

Olivia licked her lips. Her breathing got a little bit husky as she grabbed Stuckey’s rock-hard dick, sliding her lips over the swollen head of his cock. Stuckey let out a moan as she took his entire length in her mouth, swirling her tongue against the underside of his cock. “Oh yeah, just like that, slut,” grinned Stuckey, watching appreciatively as Olivia pleasured his dick with her lips. She slid her lips up and down his saliva-coated shaft, her cheeks concave from the effort needed to suck on his cock. Stuckey let out a low noise of pleasure as she cupped his balls with her slender fingers. “Shit, you’re a natural at this, aren’t you,” he grunted, weaving his fingers through her hair to push her mouth down his cock. “Never knew you were such a fucking slut.”

Olivia didn’t respond, but bobbed her head faster, sliding her lips up and down Stuckey’s cock. He moaned as he felt her speed up, and Olivia moaned too, the drugs in her system making her wet as Stuckey made his enjoyment obvious. He began to thrust into her mouth, pushing her lips farther down his cock with the fingers he had in her hair. Olivia made faint gagging noises as Stuckey began to violently ram his cock into the back of her throat, but she only stroked harder at his spit covered cock every time he pulled it from her mouth, hungrily licking along the bottom of his dick as he slid it in and out. Stuckey moaned, his thrusts into Olivia’s throat becoming rougher and more powerful, and it wasn’t long before she felt his cock begin to throb and spasm, the tip spurting hot cum into her mouth. Olivia eagerly swallowed down his salty seed, swirling her tongue around Stuckey’s hypersensitive head as he gripped her hair painfully hard in the throes of his orgasm. Stuckey moaned as he felt Olivia continuing to suck him off, his face locked in a rictus of pleasure.

Olivia removed her lips from Stuckey’s cock with a small pop, staring up at the man who had drugged her. “Did you like that?” she said mischievously, her eyes glinting impishly in a way that really wasn’t like her. Stuckey nodded, his lecherous smile widening as his cock quickly rehardened. 

“Fuck yeah I did,” grinned Stuckey, stroking his cock slowly with one hand. “In fact, I want you to stand up and turn around.”

Olivia gave him a sultry smile as she stood, her mouth smeared with cum and her chin shining with drool. Even as she turned around, Olivia let out a moan as she felt Stuckey’s hands over her firm, perky breasts from behind, his fingers roughly pinching at her nipples. Stuckey moved closer to her, his breath hot on the back of her neck and his cock pressing into her cunt from behind. Olivia’s legs felt weak from lust, her breathing heavy and her pussy dripping with her juices as Stuckey played with her tits. The drugs coursing through her lean, toned body relayed Stuckey’s command for her to enjoy what he did to her, making Olivia far hornier than she normally would be.

“F-fuck!” moaned Olivia as Stuckey pinched at her hardened nipples, the head of his cock pressing into her ass from behind. “I’m so wet right now, Dale.”

“Shit, those are some good drugs,” muttered Stuckey to himself, his hands groping and caressing Olivia’s firm breasts. Stuckey had palmed the bag of drugs out of the evidence safe when nobody was looking, figuring he would use it to get high on his own. But now, it had come to more use than he had ever imagined. “Bend over,” Stuckey growled, his dick throbbing hard against Olivia’s tight ass. His hands squeezed Olivia’s breasts tighter as he spoke, and she moaned, desperate to be fucked.

“Yes, Dale,” murmured Olivia huskily, her eyes glazed with lust. She bent over for Stuckey, standing with her hands on her thighs and her legs slightly spread, but even the drugs suffusing Olivia’s mind didn’t prepare her for the way Stuckey viciously rammed his cock into her tight, dripping cunt, drawing a shriek of surprise and pleasure from the unbearably horny detective.

“Oh god, yes!” moaned Olivia, grinding her ass against Stuckey’s hips as he thrust into her from behind. Her eyes had practically rolled back into head from the sheer pleasure she received from the cock sliding into her, the drugs increasing the pleasure exponentially. “Fuck me! Make me cum!” 

Stuckey let out a primal noise of pleasure as he violently penetrated the moaning detective, her cunt tight around his cock. He pulled her onto him by her hips every time he fucked her, her tits jiggling with every thrust. “You’re so fucking tight,” growled Stuckey, ramming into her tight folds again. “I want you to cum, you fucking slut. I want you to cum with me inside of you.”

“O-oh GOD!” Olivia screamed, the drugs forcing her body to react to Stuckey’s command. She let out a desperate shriek of ecstasy as she orgasmed on the spot, her tight pussy clenching around Stuckey’s cock. Olivia’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came hard around Stuckey’s cock, her wet walls tightening around his shaft as her juices spurted out her cunt and onto his dick. The sensation of having her cum while he was still inside her was too much for Stuckey, who let out an intensely pleased grunt as he came hard inside of her, a noise of ecstasy slipping from his lips as thick, hot cum shot into Olivia’s tight cunt, flooding her insides with his seed. She let out a moan as she felt his cum fill her all the way to the womb, spurting out of the sides of her pussy to mingle with her juices.
The violated detective stayed there for a second, her face dazed with the intense pleasure that she had just been provided. Stuckey, satisfied, pulled his fluid covered cock from Olivia’s pussy, a small amount of his cum leaking out without his dick inside of her. “You can stand back up now,” he murmured, his pleased grin widening across his face as he watched the naked Olivia straighten from her bent over position, the insides of her thighs spattered with his and her fluids. Then he turned his attention to Detective Stabler, who-

-was no longer in the chair, the duct tape cut through with the knife that Stuckey had dropped.

Stuckey stared at the empty chair for a split second, his face confused, right before Stabler’s fist slammed into his jaw in a savage right cross. Stuckey’s eyes rolled into the back of his head even as he was sent flying from the impact, crashing into the floor with his jaw crooked at a slight angle.

Stabler, breathing heavily, stumbled over to the still-naked Olivia, who had watched this scene play out with a look of detached interest. “Shit, Olivia,” said Stabler anxiously, waving his hand in front of her face. “Are you alright? Can you understand me?”

Olivia stared at him with a sultry smile, then reached out and pulled Stabler to her by his tie. She reached up and caressed her own tits, a slight moan escaping her lips. “What’ll you do to me next?” She murmured, her breasts pressing tight against Stabler’s chest through his shirt.

Stabler’s eyes widened.

“Shit.”

