Natasha should probably have been wary of moving into a share-house at the age of 20 with three older boys, but the house was *very* nice – almost a mansion, and the rent was absurdly cheap.
The boys – Michael, Anatoly and William – were nice to her when she moved in, and helped her get set up in her upstairs bedroom. They asked polite questions, and not one of them stared at her large tits, or slapped her shapely buttocks, or tried to hit on her in any way at all.
But she had no idea of the plans that the boys had made for her.
Early one morning, a week after Natasha had moved in, the front door burst open, and two men in police uniforms walked in. They moved rapidly up the stairs and shoulder-barged Natasha’s bedroom door – even though it wasn’t locked – denting it and ripping it partially off its hinges. Then they dragged Natasha from her bed.
Natasha started screaming as soon as she woke up. She was wearing nothing but a loose shirt and panties, and her first thought was that she was about to be raped.
The large of the two police officers – a bald black man – cuffed her across the face with the back of his hand.
The other one, a white man with close-cropped red hair and a goatee – said, “Natasha Colt. You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent…”
Natasha squealed as the black man twisted her arms behind her back and handcuffed them.
And then Natasha was frog-marched downstairs to the main living room, where the boys had assembled, bleary-eyed and half-asleep, to find out what was happening….
… or so Natasha thought.
Because the men restraining her were not police officers at all, but two friends of the boys. They had no power whatsoever to arrest Natasha, and instead were playing roles in the boys’ cruel plan.
But to Natasha, it was all a hundred percent real.
“What’s going on?” asked Anatoly, playing his part.
“Ms Colt here is a suspect in a string of shoplifting incidents,” said the black officer. “She is suspected of stealing three separate sets of expensive lingerie from a local lingerie outfit. A local adult store says she stole a series of dildos including” – he paused to look at notes on his phone – “a particularly large rubber dildo shaped like a dog’s penis, along with a hardcopy pornographic magazine entitled ‘Extreme Slut Bukkake’. And a local supermarket has suggested she shoplifted several cucumbers and eggplants.”
“In all cases, the method was the same,” said the white officer. “The shops say that she evaded detection at first instance by pushing the objects up into her vagina or anus, and exiting the store with them inside her.”
Natasha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “I’ve never done that!” she objected. “I’ve never been to those stores!”
The black officer laughed. “We haven’t even told you the names of the stores, miss. You’ve never been to a supermarket?”
Natasha blushed, because of course she had. “I mean, I’ve never stolen – and I wouldn’t steal – not that way…”
“You’d steal some other way?” asked the white officer.
“No…” mumbled Natasha. “Can I – can I call a lawyer?”
“Of course,” said the black officer. “Do you have the money to pay for a lawyer?”
She didn’t, and the blush on her face told the two “cops” that she didn’t.
“Maybe your parents will be willing to pay for a lawyer,” said the white cop. “Do you want to ring them and tell them you’re charged with stealing a dog dildo by hiding it up your cunt?”
Her face went even redder. She did not.
“Do you even know the number of a lawyer?” said the black cop. “One whose office will be open at” – he checked his watch – “five-thirty am?”
She didn’t. And that was the last time that Natasha mentioned a lawyer.
“The first thing we need to do is search you,” said the black cop.
He made Natasha stand, and then he stood behind her, and began to feel her all over. He paid special attention to her breasts, squeezing them hard enough to hurt, multiple times, before moving down her body to her hips, and her ass. He grabbed her entire pussy mound in one hand and squeezed there too.
Natasha was red with shame and humiliation. The boys were just watching this happen. And worse, as horrible as there was, there was something primal about being handled by the two strong male officers, and she felt her pussy growing traitorously aroused.
“Now without the clothes,” said the white officer when the initial pat-down was complete.
And before Natasha could react, the white officer had a set of emergency shears in his hand, and with two clean motions he had cut off her shirt and her panties. The ruined cloth dropped to the floor, and suddenly Natasha was naked in front of everyone.
The boys continued to watch.
With her hands cuffed behind her back, not only could Natasha not cover herself, but her stance naturally pushed her tits out, increasing their prominence.
Both officers pulled on plastic gloves. The white officer pushed two fingers against Natasha’s lips, and Natasha had no choice but to open her mouth as the officer probed inside her.
“Nothing concealed in her mouth,” he reported.
Next, both officers took turns squeezing her tits again. The black officer even took a grip on her breasts and *pulled*, almost making Natasha fall over.
“They’re pretty huge fuckbags,” said the black officer. “Think there could be a secret pouch or something hidden in them with surgery? I heard about that once.”
“Slap them, see what it sounds like,” suggested the white officer.
The black officer slapped Natasha’s tits, hard, making her squeal.
“Sounds natural,” he reported.
“Get the housemates to check,” said the white officer. “They know her better.”
And one by one, Michael, Anatoly and William were each invited to come forward and squeeze Natasha’s tits, and pull on them, and slap them.
“She masturbates at night,” volunteered Anatoly to the officers. “My room’s next to hers, and I can hear her moaning. It might be she uses the dog cock dildo, I don’t know.”
William said nothing, but his slap to her tits was particularly hard and vicious, bringing tears to Natasha’s eyes.
Next they made Natasha bend over the table, and the officers investigated her pussy.
“Normally we just check with two fingers,” said the white officer. “But given the allegations of you hiding contraband in your vagina, I’m going to need to get the whole hand in there.”
“Please,” begged Natasha. “Please, no…”
But the officer was already working his fingers into Natasha’s twat. She was wet, and getting wetter with each new humiliation, and he got two fingers in easily, and then three. He pumped them in and out a few times, making Natasha moan. Then he pulled them out, and wiped them clean on her butt crack, lubricating her asshole with her own pussy juices.
He did this a second time – seven clean pumps in and out of her fuckhole, before wiping her pussy juices on her anus again.
And then he put all five fingers into her, and pushed.
Natasha wailed as she felt the officer’s whole hand force its way into her cunt. And yet at the same time it felt *good* to be so filled. She had never had her cunt stuffed as *full* as this, and something about it felt *right*.
She felt her body going limp, as if something about this violation were triggering some natural submission switch in her brain.
The officer pulled and pushed his hand in and out of her, and it was all Natasha could do not to cum like a slut.
Then finally he withdrew his hand.
“Didn’t find anything, but maybe you should check as well,” he told the black officer.
And then the black officer was forcing *his* hand inside Natasha, and it was too much, and Natasha felt herself orgasm.
Everyone laughed when she came – both officers, and all three boys. She must have looked pathetic – boobs squashed against the dining table, ass up, shivering and jerking with pleasure, with the officer wrist-deep in her fuckhole.
“Is this why you steal the things?” asked the white officer. “Because you love stuffing things up your cunt?”
“No….” moaned Natasha.
“Then why do you steal them?” he asked.
Her only reply was an incoherent slutty noise.
The officers invited all three boys to come up and finger her cunt, too just to be sure she didn’t have anything hidden up there. Michael and Anatoly just fingerbanged her with two fingers each, but William took the challenge of getting his whole fist inside her, and she almost orgasmed again.
None of her housemates were wearing the plastic gloves, and their hands ended up coated with Natasha’s fuckhoney.
“Can I get a wipe or something?” asked Michael.
“Have her lick you clean,” suggested the black officer. “It’s her slut-slime, it’s her problem.”
And so one by one the boys brought their fingers and hands to Natasha’s mouth, and Natasha was forced to lick the juices of her arousal from their fingers as if she were a thirsty kitten.
Then it was time for the officers to inspect her ass, and to Natasha’s intense relief, they only used a single finger each. Natasha had never had anal sex, and she had no illusions that her ass could stretch in the way her pussy had. Still, it was intensely humiliating to feel that finger push past her sphincter, and wiggle and beckon in her anus. It felt wrong, and dirty.
And then, once again, the officers invited Natasha’s housemates to take a turn, and soon Natasha was living with the knowledge that all three of the boys who she lived with had had a finger in her anus. And licking their fingers clean afterwards was even more humiliating.
After that, the strip search was blessedly over. But they didn’t let Natasha put any clothes on.
Instead the officers left her cuffed and nude in front of her housemates, and they went upstairs to search her bedroom.
Natasha tried not to make eye contact as the three boys stared at her tits and cunt.
“Damn, Natasha,” said Anatoly. “You should have told us you had a kink for stuffing things up your fuckhole and stealing them.”
“I didn’t!” protested Natasha. “This is all insane! I didn’t do those things!”
After a while, the officers came back downstairs, with several large plastic bags full of something.
The white officer showed Natasha something.
“Is this your phone?” he asked her.
It was, and Natasha admitted as much.
“What’s the unlock code?” he demanded.
“Do I have to tell you?” asked Natasha.
“What do you think?” asked the officer.
Natasha blushed. “Eight four five seven,” she said.
The officer unlocked her phone. He began to scroll through her photo gallery. Natasha blushed – there were some nudes of her in there, including close-ups of her pussy, that she had sent to a boy she was flirting with online a few months ago.
Then he accessed her search history.
“A lot of porn searches in here,” he said. “Are these you?”
Of course they were. It was Natasha’s phone. But she didn’t want to say so. She just blushed.
“Gangbang rape porn,” said the officer. “Did you search for that?”
“Yes,” said Natasha in a small voice.
“Do you want to be gang-raped, Natasha?” asked the officer.
“No!” exclaimed Natasha.
“But you get wet from watching girls get gang-raped?” asked the officer. “You masturbate to that?”
“They’re staged,” said Natasha. “They’re not real…”
“Uh-huh,” said the officer. “What about this one? Collared women dominated by giant cocks?”
Natsha blushed brighter red.
“Public bukkake?” asked the officer. “Leashed slave forced to swallow cum? Slapped until she squirts? Naked brat gets anal plug in public?”
Natasha made a humiliated squeak.
“Are those you, Natasha?” asked the officer. “Did you masturbate to these searches?”
“Yes,” said Natasha quietly.
“Have you been getting off on cockteasing us today, Natasha?” asked the officer.
Natasha’s eyes widened. “No!” she said.
The other officer spoke now. “But you do admit you’ve been cockteasing us?” he said.
“No!” said Natasha. “I didn’t…”
“It’s not going to look good on our report,” said the white officer. “That you orgasmed when we were strip-searching you. That you kept shaking your tits at us and talking about your perverted rape fantasies.”
“But I didn’t…” wailed Natasha.
“What do you think the judge is going to say,” said the black officer, “when we tell him how you clearly get off on stuffing stolen objects up your dirty twat, and gained enjoyment from teasing our cocks and giving us blue balls?”
Natasha started to cry.
“Do you want to apologise?” said the white officer.
Natasha nodded eagerly.
The white officer nodded. “I’ll take you into the laundry so you can apologise in private.”
He pulled her to her feet, and led her into the house’s laundry, and then closed the door, and pushed her back to her knees.
Then he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. It was painfully erect, with a large drop of milky white pre-cum at the tip.
“Go on,” he said. “Apologise.”
Natasha knew she had no options. Tears still running down her cheeks, she leaned forward and took the cop’s cock into her mouth, and began to suck.
And despite everything, it felt good. His cock was warm and hard in her mouth, and the tip tasted salty and good. With her hands behind her back, she had to do all the work using her mouth and neck, bobbing up and down eagerly on his shaft.
Very soon, the officer was gasping loudly, and then he grabbed her hair and forced her all the way down, so her nose was crushed against his belly and the tip of his cock was bumping the back of her throat. Natasha began to gag and struggle for air, but the officer’s grip was iron, and he grunted as he began to cum down her throat in warm, sticky bursts.
Natasha did her best to swallow, and pretend she didn’t need air. And soon it was done. She had a belly full of the officer’s cum, and he released her, letting her gasp gratefully for oxygen.
“Good girl,” said the officer. “Apology accepted.”
He did up his pants, opened the laundry door and called out to his partner.
“She wants to apologise to you now.”
The black officer took the white officer’s place, closed the door, and took out his cock. But when Natasha leaned towards it, he slapped her across the face.
“On your feet, bitch,” he told her. “I don’t want your mouth.”
He pulled her up, and then bent her forward over the washing machine, and Natasha realised she was going to be fucked – unprotected, with no condom, by a black man.
And she must have been the kind of slut they thought she was, because at this thought her pussy began spasming wildly with lust.
The officer pushed into her, and Natasha began bucking back eagerly, moaning in humiliation and desire.
“Damn, bitch, you really are a whore,” laughed the officer, as he pumped into her.
And soon he was cumming too, and Natasha felt him spurt his load up into her womb.
He pulled out, and did up his pants, and pulled Natasha back into the lounge room, where he forced her back to her knees.
“Okay,” said the white officer. “We are seizing a number of items from you. They will be held by police until your prosecution. We are taking all of your clothes, including but not limited to underwear. We are taking several sex toys we found. We are taking your car keys and your car. We are taking your computer and mobile phone. We are taking your purse and all your banking and credit cards.”
“In addition,” said the black officer, “we will be monitoring your financial accounts. Treat them as frozen. Do not attempt to withdraw any money from them, as they may be proceeds of crime, and accessing your accounts will be used in court as evidence of guilt.”
The white officer interrupted at this point. “God, she’s leaking,” he said, and pointed to between Natasha’s legs.
Sure enough, the cum that the black officer had just deposited in her was leaking from her pussy onto the wooden floorboards.
“Clean up your mess, bitch,” said the black officer. “With your tongue.”
Blushing, Natasha moved back, and then leaned down to lick the semen off the floor. She was still dripping, though, and she knew she would make another mess before long.
“We have made a decision that we do not need to take you back to the station,” said the white officer. “You can remain at this address, pending your trial. Do not change your residence during this time.”
“But without a car I can’t get to work,” said Natasha. “And you haven’t left me any clothes. I can’t even leave the house. How can I earn money for rent?”
“That’s not my problem,” said the black officer. “But if you end up not living at this house, you *will* go to jail until your trial.”
The white officer took out his phone and took a photo of Natasha, naked and cuffed, with cum dripping from her pussy.
Then, finally, the officers removed the handcuffs, and left.
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Natasha had thought her housemates would help her. She could borrow some clothes from them, and borrow one of their cars, and tell her employer to pay her in cash so that she could buy new clothes without using her frozen accounts.
But the three boys hadn’t put Natasha through a humiliating fake police raid for her to get away that easily.
They informed her in no uncertain terms that they would *not* lend her any clothing, or a car. Neither would they let her use their phones or computers to contact anyone. That was a problem of her making, and one she could live with. She could leave the house nude, but they weren’t giving her anything to cover herself with.
In addition, her bedroom door had been broken in the raid, and they didn’t intend to fix it. Her bedroom didn’t need a door. Natasha didn’t need privacy.
And if she wanted to pay rent – well, she was just going to have to earn her keep the old-fashioned way. By cooking for them (nude). By cleaning for them (nude). And by letting them fuck any of her holes whenever they wanted to. They would slap her whenever she had displeased her in any way. She would answer to any name they called her, including “slut”, “cunt” and “bitch. And in addition, they would take turns giving her an evening spanking to her tits and cunt, to discipline her for being a shoplifting slut.
Natasha had no choice to agree. It was horrible. It was sexual slavery. She suspected, at some level, that the boys had caused all this to happen, but there was nothing she could do about it. She still believed the police to be real.
But even as she cried from being slapped and having her tits and pussy spanked, some part of her deep down was happy. Some part of her had wanted this – the part that searched for gang rape porn, the part that wanted to be dominated by big cocks.
And she was forced to admit that the first time all three boys cooperated to slap her around, drag her to her bed, and gang-rape her, she had never in her life felt as aroused as she did right then…
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