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If Alexandria Everton had ever had cause to enter the local police station in her former life as an executive, she would have come in through the front doors, where she would have encountered a neat, sterile waiting area, and a tidy front desk with a bored-looking sergeant behind it.
But Titsy McMelons did not enter through the front doors. Titsy was driven into the police station in the back of a caged vehicle, through the sally port at the rear of the building. When Officers Ramone and Boskin stopped the vehicle and let her out of the cage, she found herself in a large, grimy, functional garage, with a couple of rough wooden desks, and two parked police vehicles.
An area at the rear of the garage had been converted to a caged detainment area, and presently it held four dubious looking men. One immediately began to wolf whistle when he saw Alexandria emerge from the vehicle.
“All right, Rusty, that’s enough,” called out Ramone, and the whistling man chuckled, and fell silent.
Boskin jerked a thumb towards the cage as he spoke to Alexandria. “Two drunks, a wife beater, and a minor sex offender. Be cooperative, or you can cool off in the cage with them.”
Alexandria looked at the unappealing men, and shivered. She intended to cooperate.
“Take off your clothes, please,” said Ramone.
Alexandria jumped. “What?” she asked.
“You heard me, Miss McMelons,” said Ramone. “This is a strip search. Take off your clothes, or I’ll take them off for you.”
Alexandria looked around. “Is there a change room?”
“What, so you can hide drugs you’re carrying?” asked Ramone. “I don’t think so. Right here and now, missy. Strip.”
Alexandria looked at the men in the cage, who had a clear view of her, and were regarding her with obvious interest. But it was apparent that she would not be getting any privacy.
Trembling, she began to remove her clothes. She first took off her bonnet – the easiest thing to remove – and then, unhappily, she lifted her maid dress up and over her head.
Officer Boskin whistled when he saw her crotchless panties and tack-filled bra.
“Look at this slut!” he said. “A convenience hole straight to her twat! And what’s this, some kind of torture bra?”
Officer Ramone reached out and deliberately squeezed one of her bra cups, mashing the painful tacks into her titflesh. “Why are you wearing this, sugar?” he asked.
Alexandria could hardly explain her deal with Cameron and Elody. It didn’t even make sense to *her*, when she ran it through her mind. She didn’t know how she could convince these officers that she had let a friend and his wife treat her like a degraded slut in return for their help in evading the consequences of her financial failure.
She knew what Elody would say about the bra, though.
“I wear it because… it suits me,” she said, blushing. “Because I deserve it for having such… disgustingly huge udders.”
This brought laughter from both officers, and all four men in the cage.
“Damn,” said Ramone. “I love a bitch who knows where she belongs. All right, Titsy, get that bra off and let us see the udders.”
Alexandria removed the bra, and let it drop to the ground. She desperately wanted to cover her breasts, but she knew the officers would not let her, so she reluctantly let her hands hang by her side.
Only a week ago, Alexandria had thought she had beautiful, normal breasts. But Elody had told her again and again that they were fat, they were oversized, they were disgusting, they were grotesque mutant meat-sacks hanging off her chest that any normal woman would be repulsed by. And now, seeing the reaction of the two officers, and the men in the cage, Alexandria couldn’t help but feel that Elody must have been right.
These men weren’t appreciating things of beauty. They were staring in appreciative disbelief at huge, whorish fuckmelons. Alexandria could visibly see Officer Boskin’s cock hardening in his pants.
And the men in the cage – they were practically drooling. In fact, to Alexandria’s horror, the man who had wolf-whistled her – Rusty – was unzipping his pants, taking out his hard cock, and beginning to masturbate as he stared at her fuckbags.
Ramone frowned. “Put it away, Rusty,” he said.
But Boskin shook his head. “Let him have his fun,” he said. “It’ll make him easier to deal with. And if he makes a mess, we can have the bitch clean it up.”
Ramone shrugged. “Now the panties, miss,” he said.
Alexandria blushed even deeper red as she slid her panties down her legs, showing her ass and cunt to the assembled men.
When she was nude, Officer Boskin put on a latex glove.
“Bend over and touch your toes, miss,” he said.
Alexandria did her best to comply. She was still wearing high heels, and it was tricky. Once she was in position, she realised her ass was pointing directly at the cage.
Boskin stepped behind her and pushed two fingers into her twat. To Alexandria’s embarrassment, she was wet, and the fingers slipped in easily. Boskin pumped them in and out of her several times, making her give a slutty moan. Then he slipped a third finger in – and a fourth…
.. and then suddenly he was pushing his whole hand into her cunt.
Alexandria had never felt this full. She made a high pitched whine, and held very still.
“The bitch is soaking wet, Ramone,” said Boskin. “Jesus, it’s like she was thinking about nothing but being gang-raped on the way over here.”
“That’s probably exactly what happened,” said Ramone. “Use her juices on her ass – it will save us some lube.”
Boskin pulled his hand out of Alexandria’s twat, and then wiped it down the length of her butt-crack, smearing her anus with her cunt juices. He then dipped his fingers back into her cunt, came out with more of her cunt honey, and particularly wiped that around her anal sphincter.
Alexandria shivered with humiliation.
Boskin bent down next to her and said, “I need to check your mouth next. Open wide.”
Alexandria opened her mouth – and Boskin shoved his gloved hand inside, still coated with her cunt juices. She wrinkled her nose as she tasted her twat on his glove. He pressed her tongue down, looked around inside her mouth, and then finally withdrew his hand.
“Your anus is next,” said Boskin.
One of the other men in the cage piped up. “You should check her ass with your cock, officer,” he laughed.
Boskin paused. “How about it, Titsy?” he said. “If I check you with my hand, I usually need to get my whole fist in there. But I could always just push my cock in instead. Which would you prefer?”
Alexandria quailed. She had had anal sex on a few occasions, and had a hose shoved up her ass only that morning – but nothing as large as a whole fist . She wasn’t sure it would even fit. It might damage her.
“Cock, please,” she said, in a small voice.
“What was that, Titsy?” asked Boskin.
“Put your cock in my ass, please, sir,” said Alexandria.
“Well, seeing as you insist,” laughed Boskin.
He unzipped his pants – and a moment later, Alexandria felt his hard dick pushing against her lubricated anus – and then sliding inside.
It was uncomfortable, but it seemed to please Boskin, who sighed happily. He began to slowly fuck Titsy’s ass as his colleague watched, and as the men in the cage laughed and cheered.
Alexandria reflected on the fact that having her ass douched with a hose that morning hat only served to make her more enjoyable for a police officer to rape now.
Her ass must have been tight and pleasant, because Boskin came quickly. She felt his strokes slow, and he shuddered, and then she felt something hot and wet leaking from her anus.
Boskin pulled out of her and moved around to her front. He grabbed her hair and lifted her head, and pushed his cock against her lips.
“Clean it off,” he said.
Alexandria obeyed, trying to pretend that she wasn’t tasting her own ass on the dick of a man who had raped her. She sucked obediently until his cock was clean.
“Upon inspection of the bitch’s anus,” said Boskin, “I found a substantial amount of sperm.”
“Why did you have cum in your ass, Titsy?” asked Ramone.
‘I didn’t!” protested Alexandria. “I mean, Officer Boskin just…”
“Don’t you dare lie,” said Boskin. “I just searched your ass and found cum in it. Where did it come from?”
Alexandria looked at them both in frustration. It was clear what they wanted, though. They wanted a lie.
She looked down at the ground in defeat. “I had anal sex with a man shortly before you arrested me,” she said.
“Because you’re a whore?” prompted Boskin.
There was no sense in fighting it. They would make her say what they wanted.
“Because I’m a whore,” agreed Alexandria.
“Clean up your mess,” said Ramone, and pointed at the ground. Alexandria looked down to see a small puddle of cum that had dripped from her ass.
“Do you have a mop?” asked Alexandria.
“Don’t play dumb,” said Ramone. “Squat over it, so you can make sure it’s all out of you, and then lick it up like a good bitch.”
Humiliated, Alexandria squatted over the puddle and let the last of the sperm in her anus drip out to join it. Then she got down on all fours and licked it up off the garage floor like an animal.
She couldn’t believe she was licking up the cum of a police officer that had dripped out of her anus in front of an audience of strangers.
When she was done, Boskin nodded. “All right, let’s get her booked.”
They sat her at a desk – still naked – and gave her a form. Officer Ramone directed her in how to fill it out.
Her name was simple – “Titsy McMelons”.
For her home address and contact details, she gave Cameron’s house and phone number.
Next to gender, where it offered “M”, “F” and “Other” (with a text box for “Other”), she ticked “F”.
But Ramone used an eraser to rub it out.
“Modern women, see, they’ve got all sorts of crazy genders,” he said. “But I know you’re not ‘F’, because a female is a nice lady like my mother or my sister, and they don’t go around getting fucked in the ass for money and showing off giant fucking hooters like yours.”
“I don’t understand,” said Alexandria.
Ramone pointed to the “Other” box. “You write cunt,” he said. “Your gender is cunt. Understand?”
Alexandria did. She wrote down “cunt” as her gender.
She filled in her employment as “prostitute”.
Under medical conditions, Ramone made her write, “Limited mental capacity due to gender and size of breasts.”
Then the police had her rise, and stand against a wall. Here, they took photos of her – a full body nude photo, and one of her head and tits, and one just of her face. They took close-ups of her tits and her pussy
They took her fingerprints, getting her to dip her fingers in black ink and then roll each one on the paper.
“Let’s take a tit and cuntprint too,” suggested Ramone.
They got out a larger ink pad and made her press each of her tits into it, nipple first, and then had her press her bosom against paper, leaving a blotchy mark. She wasn’t sure how anyone could identify her tits from it, but the police didn’t care. Then they made her sit on the pad, and then sit on the paper, and this time it left a credible outline of her buttocks and pussy mound.
At this point, Rusty, in the cage, began making grunting sounds.
“Shit, he’s going to cum,” said Ramone. “Get the bitch over to him.”
The officers each grabbed Alexandria by one arm and dragged her to the cage. Rusty moved right up against the cage so his dick was practically poking through the bars.
“Get your mouth onto it, bitch, unless you want another cleanup job,” urged Ramone.
But Alexandria was too slow. Rusty made one last, loud, grunt – and then hot sperm was spurting over Alexandria’s face and tits. She flinched, but the officers held her in place until Rusty was done, and her face and breasts were coated in his sticky spunk.
Officer Boskin looked at Alexandria. “Honestly, she looks prettier like that,” he laughed. “Well, time for the gangbang. Do you want to let the other fellows know, and then we’ll take her down to an interview room?”
Alexandria felt her muscles tense. It was really going to happen. She was really going to be gang-raped.
And then, just as Officer Ramone was pulling her back to her feet, and reaching for his radio, no doubt to tell the other officers at the station that there was big-titted bitch for them to fuck, there came a voice.
“Excuse me, gentlemen, but what on earth are you doing with my Titsy?”
The police looked up at the shadow that was suddenly standing in the entrance of the sally port.
And Alexandria had never imagined she could be so grateful to see the face of her tormentor, Elody.
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