It was the third time the women had been arrested for engaging in a drunken catfight in public. Their hatred was mutual, each being able to cite countless small slights and stolen boyfriends they blamed the other for. This time it had gone so far they had pulled most of each other’s clothes off in front of their favourite nightclub, snarling “Slut!” and “Skank!” and spitting in each other’s faces.
The police were sick of it. “You’ve got two options,” the duty sergeant told them, back at the watch house cells. “One, we can charge you. You can go to court and spend some time in jail thinking about your behaviour. Or two, you can show us right now that you can get along with each other like good little girls, and come back and repeat it once a week so we can check up on you.”
“What do you mean?” asked Kyra, but Lucie, more familiar with this station, already had a good idea of what the sergeant was asking for. She grabbed Kyra by the hair and pulled her close for a deep, passionate tongue-kiss.
“Good girls,” said the duty sergeant, taking out his cock and beginning to stroke it. “Exactly like that. Show me that you get along… very intimately.”
The idea of kissing this woman she hated outraged Kyra… which made it all the stranger that it also made her so very, very wet. She took out her hate towards Lucie as she kissed her, forcing her lips against the other woman hard enough to bruise her lips, biting Lucie’s lip painfully. She tore at Lucie’s remaining clothes, ripping them from her body, trying to humiliate her by showing her giant cow tits and whore cunt to the officers.
Lucie responded in kind, stripping Kyra. Kyra gasped as Lucie pinched her nipples cruelly – but it was a gasp of arousal. She suddenly knew that she wanted – needed – to fuck this vicious slut she was caged with, to taste her cunt and grind her own pussy against the other girl’s face.
The officers watched – and filmed – as the big-titted sluts struggled… and moaned… and lost themselves in passion. Sometimes they remembered they hated each other, and a nipple would be pulled, or a face slapped, or a clit pinched, but mostly they just writhed against each other until their faces and hands and tits were coated in each other’s arousal…
“All right,” said the duty sergeant eventually, to the gathered officers, most of whom were masturbating openly. “Feel free to go in and ejaculate on the bitches, and then I think we can see our way clear to letting them go.” He spoke sternly to the nude whores on the ground. “But remember, ladies, back here every week to show us how well you’re getting along. If we have to go fetch you, it’ll be a process of talking to your family employers and asking them if they’ve seen the women in the film we just made any time recently, and in the end you’ll just end up being dragged naked to a caged vehicle by your hair.”
The girls looked at each other, flinching occasionally as the gathered cops spurted semen onto their face and tits, and they both decided that they could definitely get used to raping each other on a weekly basis. In fact, they were positively looking forward to it…
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