Things weren’t easy for female officers on the Springwood Police Force, as Rachel discovered when she completed her cadet training and received a posting to the small town constabulary.
For one thing, the official uniform required female officers to wear short skirts and high heels.
Secondly, they were required to “present a pleasing public façade that reflects well on the police force” – and Rachel soon discovered that meant “the police chief has to think you are fuckable”. That meant blonde hair – brunettes were advised to get dye jobs or else resign. It meant makeup. And it meant – to Rachel’s disgust – a minimum bra size of double D. Rachel’s own natural tits were big enough to make the grade, but she learned that some other women on the force had gotten boob jobs for the sake of their careers.
After dying her hair blonde, putting on makeup, and wiggling her ass into the tight dress-uniform skirt, Rachel felt that she looked more like a stripper dressed as a cop than an actual police officer.
That was the *official* uniform – and then there was the unofficial one.
Rachel learned about this on her first day, when three male officers surrounded her in the locker room.
“Are you wearing panties, cunt?” one asked her, standing close enough that she could feel his breath on her cheek.
“Of course I am,” she replied.
“Then stop,” said the officer. “No panties for cunts.”
And the other two officers grabbed her arms, as she began to struggle, while the first reached under her skirt, grabbed the hem of her underwear, and drew her panties down her legs.
Once they were off, he held them in front of her face, and cut them up with a pair of scissors.
“No panties in this station, understand?” said the officer. “No panties for cunts. And that’s not just you. Any woman you bring into this station, for any reason – witness, complainant, perp – you remove her panties, and give them to a male officer. Understand?”
She nodded, terrified.
And she did as she was told. The men would know if they didn’t – not least because they checked her, every day in the locker room, by pulling up her skirt and laughing at her exposed cunt.
And Rachel *did* remove the panties of other women. Sometimes they just complied without question when she told them to remove their underwear. Sometimes they objected, or struggled, and she had to threaten them or use force. But she never seemed to get in trouble for it.
And she learned that such a policy reduced the police’s work considerably. Very few women wanted to report a crime when their panties would be sitting visibly on the table between them and the male officer as they made their statement. The first three questions a male officer would ask any complainant were, “Is your cunt wet, ma’am?” “When were you last fucked?” “Did you orgasm?”
Springwood liked to boast that it had the lowest rates for rape and sexual violence in the country – and Rachel soon learned that this was because no woman dared to enter the police station to report it.
And then there was the matter of actual policing. Female officers weren’t trusted with weapons – no guns, no Tasers, no nightsticks. And they were vehemently warned that they were *not* to injure felons – not so much as a bruise, not even in self-defence. And yet they were still expected to use physical force to detain suspects, where necessary.
Rachel learned what this meant in practice when she was called to detain a shoplifter, fleeing the scene of a supermarket. She ran after him in a crowded mall, and tackled him to the ground, and then tried to pin him in place without causing him any injury.
But the shoplifter was stronger than Rachel, and had no such limitation about hurting her. He kneed her in the groin, and then slapped her face, and suddenly flipped her over, so that he was on top of her.
He looked down to see that her skirt had ridden up to expose her naked cunt. He laughed, and slapped her face, and used her moment of shock from that slap to pull his cock out of his pants Then he leaned forward, and to her horror, Rachel felt his cock sliding into her fuckhole.
He was raping her! Raping a police officer! Right here, in a public mall, in front of several dozen shoppers!
No one moved to help her. There was some laughter. Some people had phones out.
“Tell them you’re a dumb cunt,” hissed the shoplifted into her ear, as he fucked her twat. “Tell them you love being raped. Make it sound like you’re enjoying this, piglet. Or else I’ll hurt you so bad you’ll wish I had.”
“I’m a dumb cunt,” yelled Rachel, terrified. “God, I love being raped.” And she moaned and squealed like a porn slut as she was violated in front of a crowd.
The man finished quickly, ejaculating into Rachel’s womb. Then he waited with her, until other police – male police – arrived.
Rachel learned that that was how things worked in Springwood. Offenders knew that if a female cop stopped them, they were allowed to rape her, provided they turned themselves in afterwards. Perps who indulged in rape, but then fled anyway, received brutal retribution from the male police if they were eventually caught.
Rachel did, of course, charge the man with rape, and the allegation went to court. But in court she was required to undress to show her cunt to the jury, and she was questioned about her sex life and sexual history. They asked her why she had yelled that she was a dumb cunt and that she loved being raped, and didn’t seem to believe that she had been forced to say these things.
Her school records were tendered on the topic of whether she really *was* a dumb cunt, and an ex-boyfriend was called to testify that, yes, Rachel did get aroused from being sexually forced, and that she was a bit of a cocktease who liked it when men slapped her.
“That’s a lie!” objected Rachel, but no one seemed to care.
In the end, the shoplifter was acquitted on the rape charges, and a formal reprimand was placed on Rachel’s file for being a cocktease.
And that became Rachel’s policing life.
When she went to arrest a man on domestic violence charges, he stripped her naked, fucked her until he came in her pussy, and then forced his crying wife to lick Rachel’s cunt clean.
When she went to arrest a man on traffic offences, he stripped her naked, raped her, and then tied her to the front of his car, completely naked, with a vibrator in her anus, and drove her around town at dangerously high speeds in front of a laughing crowd until other police showed up to bring him in.
When the police investigated a major sex trafficking ring, they sent Rachel in undercover as a victim, using their surveillance to record her being raped again and again. In fact, they didn’t rescue her until she had been shipped, nude, to Thailand, in a pet cage, to become the slave of a rich businessman, and even then they let the businessman spend an entire week training her in how to be a brainless fucktoy before they showed up to arrest him. Rachel received an expert education in how to suck cock, how to present her body for male enjoyment, and how to crawl enticingly on all fours like a good little pet.
Somewhere in all this, Rachel learned to cum from rape. Not just cum from it – but actively fantasise about it when masturbating. The trauma had done something to rewire her brain, and now she actively craved violation.
And perhaps that was why, when she finally had the chance to transfer out to another town, she instead opted to stay and continue serving as a lady cop of Springwood…
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