I'm big into power/powerlessness dynamics. One huge fantasy is basically being on the losing end of police abuse of power. It starts with getting pulled over for something minor like driving 27 in the 25 through the neighborhood or rolling a stop sign. A 6'3" black cop runs my plates and gets my license, then asks me to step out of the car. When I question why, I'm immediately placed under arrest, handcuffed, and put into the back of his car. My wife is similarly handcuffed, but put up against the trunk. He frisks her, including lifting her dress above her waist. He finds nothing, but leaves the dress hiked up. Comes back and runs her ID too. I'm yelling at him and he ignores me for a couple minutes before finally just saying "Shut the fuck up" and leaving the car.
He pull's my wife's panties down around her knees and gropes her roughly. The officer slowly begins to violate her with his baton, and I can see it glisten as she reluctantly gets wet. He uncuffs her, looks back at me in his cruiser as if to say "see, she wants this", unzips, and just begins plowing her from behind. A neighbor drives by and sees, but does nothing to help. This goes on for 10 minutes before he thrusts violently and empties himself into her cunt. He pulls out and the semen comes flooding out of her. He zips, but she just stays there, dress around her waist, her holes bare to the whole world.
He sits back in the cruiser and says that he's writing me a ticket, but otherwise I'm free to go. I flip out and berate him about what just happened and demand a supervisor. He calmly calls for his supervisor who shows up in another cruiser a bit later. He speaks with the sergeant, but the sergeant never even speaks to me. The boss cop just goes and spins my wife around so she's facing us, forces her to her knees, unzips, and presses himself into her mouth. She struggles to take it, but doesn't resist. Eventually he grunts with pleasure and cums in her mouth, and she swallows all she can. The supervisor drives off without even acknowledging me.
The arresting officer, now sitting in the car, simply asks if I would like to call another supervisor. I sheepishly say no, and he smirks with approval. He gives me back my license and we're free to go. I've lost my appetite, so I drive us back home instead of dinner. I try to talk about it with her, but she doesn't say anything other than something about "didn't expect that tonight." I'm upset that she's not upset. I don't even notice that the cop has followed us home. As we get out of the car to go in the house, he rolls down the window and shouts at me "You better be good to her, or you'll answer to me." She gives him a smile that she appreciates the protection. Before he rolls away, he says "How 'bout I put you down for a welfare visit next Thursday?" I start to protest, but she just nods and meekly smiles.