Rookie's Tour. By Jaex. Edited by GW. When constabulary duty's to be done, a policewoman's lot is not a happy one. Jennifer Thompson graduated first in her class at the Police Academy, and as a Rookie, was assigned, to a mentor/partner, Sergeant Alexandra Moore. Their assignment was patrolling one of the worst ghetto districts in Chicago, one of the toughest beats in the country, by squad car. As if the area wasn't bad enough, there was a lesbian bar in their patrol area. This bar was a haven for criminal activities, as well. Drugs, were just the beginning. Moreover, it was the chief hang out of a gang of female bikers, made up of women, as tough or even tougher than men. It was an experimental Department policy, to only assign female officers to this area, because of complaints of police brutality and harassment. Before the patrol units are made up of all female officers, a lot of trouble arose because male cops busted the bar, on a regular basis. Gay groups complained that police were harassing the suspects, and discriminating because they were lesbians. Sergeant Moore was an eight year veteran, of slightly above average performance. She was about 5 feet 8 and 145lbs, with blue eyes and medium blonde hair. While the new rookie, a star in the academy, with the fittest performance of the class, was a woman with a perfect body, that every man dreams of. Her body was structured with well-toned muscles; not as big as a bodybuilder, but in good taste. She is about 5 feet 10 and about 160lbs. She has hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair. Jennifer had has been in this area with the Sergeant, for a month, and so far everything was fine. Then, suddenly a call came in on their radio. According to the report, there were enough drugs in the bar, to be worth a bust. Since they were the one's closest to the area, they were to go there to watch for movement, while they waited for back up. At this time, Officer Thompson was driving the police cruiser, and she sped to the bar. Right after they arrived, Thompson jumped out of the car and ran right into the bar, before Sergeant Moore could stop her. As an experienced officer, Moore knew, damn well, not to do anything so rash without backup, especially in this neighborhood. But the rookie is too fast and self-confident to wait for the advice from her mentor. She believed this is only a small bar, and it wouldn't be crowded. She was sure the two of them could handle it, easily. Once her partner ran in to the bar, the Sergeant, had to follow. To make matters worse, the rookie stood in the bar, and yelled: "Police! We suspect that here is a drug dealing going on! Please stand aside and cooperate, while we conduct a search." This focused all attention on the young policewoman, and some of the members of the biker gang came close to her. One of the big muscular women walked up to Jennifer and challenged her. "Hey what the hell's with you, cop? We're just having a good time. Why do you want to spoil our good time?" "I am just doing my job! Don't be a smart ass. Just cooperate and everything will be fine." Thompson answered. "What, if we're not cooperative?" Challenged the biker. Since she knew police backup hadn't arrived, she figured she could be bold. The officer couldn't do anything, about it. "Then somebody will get hurt!" Answered Officer Thompson authoritatively. "Woooo ." The crowd started to react. "Oh, the big bad copperr says someone will get hurt! Oh, I'm scared!" Laughed the biker. "Now, do as I told you, or I'll be forced to take action." "I'd like to see what action you can take. "Tell me what you'll do to me, and see if I get scared? If I do, then I'll do what you say." The biker started to make fun of jennifer, and the whole bar laughed. "I'll use any reasonable force, necessary to make you cooperate." "Wow, let's see, I bet you can't take me one on one! You cops are only good at taking on donuts." The whole crowd laughed, again. "O.K., you asked for it." Jennifer answered, as she pulled out her cuffs, and tried to cuff the biker, but the biker shook her off. When Thompson tried to grab her, the biker punched her. To her surprise, the rookie countered with a punch of her own, and added a hand chop to her neck, and sent the biker to the ground. The whole crowd was surprised to see a cop react that quickly . Usually, the cops are stuffed with too many donuts and are fat and slow. Thompson is proud of herself, and feels lightheaded with pride. Just then, a woman's voice yelled, loudly. "Who's making trouble in my bar?" Jennifer looked at the woman, who was about 35 years old, of just medium build, with brown hair and brown eyes. You could tell the woman had endured a lot of hardship. It was all reflected in her face, although she was still quite pretty. "Don't you cops have anything better to do? When I have trouble, I never see you guys come to help. The only time you show up is to cause trouble, when everything is fine and peaceful!" "Who are you, ma'am?" Thompson asked. "I own this bar, and I'd like to know what gives you the right to mess around in my bar, I'm a law-abiding citizen and I pay taxes, too." " We had a tip, that there's a drug deal going on." "If you have a warrant, I'll let you search all you want. Otherwise forget it!" "O.K. you asked for it." Thompson snapped. She was tempted to cuff the bar owner, too. She'd handled the big bully, with no problem. She didn't expect any problems, with this normal-sized woman. "You have no right to cuff me!." The woman said, and jumped back." "Don't force me to use force, you are resisting arrest." "This is police brutality! Everyone saw it! If you think you can take me you're making a big mistake, sister!" "So what! File a complaint with Internal Affairs?" Jennifer snorted and came forward, to cuff the bar owner, again. Unknown to Thompson, the owner of this bar, was Louisa Armstrong, and just like her name suggested, she had one of the strongest arms in the city. Though she was only an average-sized woman, she grew up in this tough neighborhood, as a poor kid. Her mother was always busy, working as a waitress in the fast food shop around the corner, and left Louisa with her two younger sisters . As the eldest kid, she had to take care of her sisters. In this rough neighborhood, girls like that were an easy target. In order to protect them, Louisa became a very tough person. She beat up anybody, no matter what their size, age or sex. The more she fought, the better she got. Although she lost a few fights, she still managed to build her reputation as a tough kid in the hood. Later, her talents as a fighter were sharpened by one of the toughest kick-boxing instructors in the hood, who taught her kick- boxing skills. With her new kick-boxing skills, Louisa became even better and fought in the ring as a pro, to earn a better living for the family. She even took on guys in the ring, to earn more than the regular female fighter. After a short while, Louisa quit boxing, to become the first female head bouncer in a strip joint in the hood. After working, there for five years, she saved enough to open this lesbian bar. At first, some people came in looking for trouble, but they all got their asses kicked. As a result of her toughness, her bar stayed in business. Now this rookie cop has dared to challenge, her? "O.K. Enough talk! Let's settle this once and for all. I'll take you on, one on one, a fair fight, no weapons! If you win, I'll let you do whatever you want to my bar and my customers." "O.K. you asked for it!" The overconfident rookie, cut her off, before Louisa finished. She didn't know her opponent's background at all; she only knew that she was bigger and stronger, than Louisa. Besides she worked out a lot, did aerobics, lifted weights and practiced self-defense. She took her belt off, and got ready to fight. It only took a few minutes, before she knew, she'd made a big mistake. Although she'd been number one at the Police Academy, in a real fight, she was totally out of her league Jennifer approached Louisa, until she got close enough, to start the encounter with a frontal kick. When that missed, she followed-up with a straight punch. It was child's play for Louisa, to take a step backward, and dodge Jennifer's attack. Then, Louisa countered with a powerful side-kick that landed right on Jennifer's rib. The pain and the impact knocked her sideways and paralyzed her for a moment. While she was still in shock, Louisa grabbed her shoulder and repeatedly kneed her in the chest and stomach. The big policewoman fell on the ground. "Hey, you look a lot tougher than you really are, just like every other cop! Without your nightstick and gun, you're defenseless with your bare hands. It looks like you need some rest, so tell me when you're ready." Louisa crowed in triumph. After a moment, Officer Thompson got to her feet, and Louisa attacked again. She kicked Thompson with another sweeping side kick, as though she was in the ring, but this time Jennifer used her elbow to block the attack. Louisa grabbed her opponent's shoulder as she had before, but Thompson learned her lesson last time, and backed away. Louisa still had a hold of her shirt, though, and as Jennifer pulled away, her shirt tore open along the buttons, and exposed her white bra. The entire clientele of the lesbian bar cheered at sight of the gorgeous police babe's open blouse. All of them including Louisa began to think of other things than just beating her up. "Damn it's so embarrassing!" Jennifer thought, losing her concentration in her embarrassment. Louisa seized this chance to renew her attack. She kicked Jennifer and the policewoman fell back a step, but when she kicked again, Officer Thompson grabbed her leg, and used her elbow to strike her knee, and then punch her face as hard as she could. Jennifer's muscular strength shocked Louisa, and knocked her on the floor. Jennifer grabbed Louisa's wrist, and twisted her right arm, up her back, attempting to control her. She only managed to dominate Louisa for a little while, though, before the bar owner concentrated her strength, and kicked backward. Her foot landed in Jennifer's crotch. Jennifer fell to her knees, in extreme pain. "Down on your knees, where you belong copper!" Louisa crowed. "You wish, bitch!" "Still talk tough, eh, well see what you say to that?" Louisa retorted, as she kicked Jennifer in the stomach, and knocked her flat on the ground. "Now you are, as low as dirt, cop!" " mmnnhh!" "Nothing more to say, huh? I guess your ass is mine, now?" "L-like hell it is!" "O.K. have it your own way, honey!" Louisa pulled Jennifer up on her feet, and held her for a minute and then kicked her butt "O. K. Now I really did kick your butt. Ready to say 'Uncle'?" "No!" Louisa spun the big policewomen around, and knocked her on her knees. "Uncle?" " unnhhhh!" "O. K.! I've got another idea. I guarantee it's more interesting." Louisa pulled Jennifer's shoes off, then her belt buckle. Then she unzipped her pants, with one hand, while she held her legs with the other. "What the fuck ,are you doing? Let me go! Let me go!" Now, the whole crowd went crazy with excitement. "You made a mistake, before. You didn't let me finish what I was saying., If you won you could do whatever you liked to my bar, but if you lost I'd do what ever I like , but with you! Ha! Since you messed up my bar, and hurt my customer, I deserve some compensation!" Now, Jennifer knew she was in big trouble, and was scared. "No, No! You can't do this to me! I'm a Police Officer! Help! Help!" "Hush! You just said you're a Police Officer! How come you're acting like such a crybaby, then?" As she said that, Louisa pulled Jennifer's trousers all the way off her legs. Then she let Jennifer go. Jennifer jumped up, and ran for the door, but Louisa grabbed the back of her shirt. Jennifer was so desperate to get out of there, that she tore the shirt loose to get free. Now the only thing she had left, was her bra, underwear and socks. Even half-naked, Jennifer still desperately tried to escape, but Louisa grabbed her again. By now Sergeant Moore was getting really worried, about her rookie partner; she could tell things were getting out of hand. She called for emergency backup on her two-way radio, and then boldly went inside, her gun drawn. Meanwhile, as Louisa kept Jennifer from escaping, she taunted her. "Hey Babe, this is my place! I set the rules! I don't want you to leave!" "O.K.! Enough! Let her go" Sergeant Moore's voice rang out. "Mind your own business, Sergeant You can stand aside, or you can join your partner. I don't think you're quick enough to take us all, even with your gun." Louisa answered her, unimpressed. I said, let her go!" Alexandra said sternly, ignoring Louisa. Just then, the woman Jennifer first tried to arrest, hit Alexandra's wrist with a pool cue. Her gun dropped to the floor. Before she could pick it up again, several bikers grabbed her arms, and pinned her helplessly against the bar. "O.K. Sergeant! Just relax, if you know what's good for you!" "You'll pay for this Armstrong!" Alexandra threatened, but hard as she struggled, she couldn't' get loose from the bikers. Seeing her partner in trouble, Jennifer started to struggle against Louisa's grip. Louisa knocked her down on the floor with one punch to her side. "Now, you can either relax, and let me do my thing, and you won't get hurt, or you can make me do it the hard way, and I can guarantee you, I'll still do my thing, but you may get hurt!" In the back of her mind, Jennifer had a premonition, of what Louisa was going to do, and she knew she couldn't stop her. In fact, even if she wanted to fight back, the pain was too much. Now, that Louisa had overpowered the young policewoman, she started to get even more aggressive. First she grabbed Jennifer's legs and arms, pinching and squeezing them. "Ah, you do work out, really firm muscles.'' Louisa said appreciatively. Then her hands were all over Jennifer's body. She slid her hands around to the back of the young policewoman's bra. "It looks like you have big boobs, let's see if they're real." Then Louisa unhooked Jennifer's bra, and pulled it off. "Wow! They are real, and big too." The crowd cheered Louisa on. Then, Louisa slid her fingers inside Jennifer's panties and tugged them down. As soon as Louisa slid the panties down her legs, Jennifer used her hands to cover up. As soon as Louisa got the panties all the way off her, though, she pulled Jennifer's hands aside. "C'mon! Be nice! Let everybody see, if they want to! It's a waste to cover up such a pretty pussy! You're naked anyway; your hands can't make too much difference, right?" She pulled Jennifer's arms aside, as she said it. Now, Jennifer was so embarrassed, she felt tears in her eyes. She was humiliated by the defeat, and overcome by the pain. Louisa rubbed her breasts gently, "Relax you'll like it, try to feel what we feel!" She slid her fingers down, and tickled Jennifer's pussy. "Doesn't that feel good, Don't you want my fingers inside you?." As Louisa said that, Jennifer's, pussy started to get wet. "Hold on, a little bit longer, babe, I told you, you'd like it." Then she rubbed Jennifer's thighs, and, at last, she started to finger her. It didn't take long before she got her to orgasm. "Wow! You are a horny little officer! You came fast as a firecracker! Didn't I tell you, you'd like it?" "Hey Lou, making us watch this is making us all horny." One of the bikers yelled. "You are?" "Yeah!" The whole crowd yelled. "What the hell? Let it be my treat, then!" Louisa called back, then more harshly to Jennifer. "You heard what they said, get up!" "What?" "You know what I mean! You're on the menu, tonight. Don't ruin our fun!" The bikers crowded around Jennifer. "O. K. Ladies! Listen up! Take turns, I guarantee everyone will get your chance, to get your hands on Chicago's finest, here!" Louisa yelled loudly, in hopes of controlling the crowd. "Hey Lou, there are too many of us, for one naked cop. There's not enough to go around. How about her partner, too?" Sergeant Alexandra Moore, already in shock from what Louisa did to her partner, felt a cold chill down her spine. "You can't do this!." Alexandra shouted, but the whole horny crowd was already out of control. Alexandra might be over thirty, but she still looked darn good, although not as beautiful as her young partner. Then, the whole crowd was all over the Sergeant, as well. Since she didn't start the trouble, Louisa was reluctant to get the Sergeant in trouble too. "Listen, listen to me!" Louisa yelled, loudly, but the mob was already concentrating on the Sergeant. Her voice seemed to have no effect at all. The mob's mind was made up. Half of them were biker chicks, and the rest low lives. Most of them had committed several criminal offenses and served time. None of them liked cops, and now seeing two beautiful policewomen humiliated turned them horny enough, to cause a riot. Louisa realized it had gone to far. None of these hard-cores would listen now. She hadn't planned this. At first, she just wanted to teach the arrogant rookie cop a little lesson, and have some fun. Now she knew she'd started real trouble. Stripping one cop naked was already enough to send her to jail, but now, with one more? She knew there was nothing she could do now, though. The bikers quickly pinned the Sergeant down on the table, and within a matter of seconds stripped her naked like her partner. With the Sergeant naked the excited mob was in control. Louisa couldn't undo the damage already done. "What the hell. What's done is done! I'm going to end up in jail anyway, and my business is ruined, why not have some fun before I get sent up?" "Now we've got enough police pussy to share." Someone called. "O. K.! Line up in two lines!" Louisa ordered. "Since you cops like to handcuff people so much, let's see how you like being cuffed." Louisa heckled the rookie cop, waving Jennifer's own handcuffs in front of her face." "No!" "Turn around, and spread 'em!" "No!" When Jennifer didn't move, Louisa grabbed her arm, and spun the naked policewoman around. A moment later, she snapped the cuffs on her wrists. "Now, we don't have to worry, about where your hands are." "I used to work in a strip joint, and I always wondered how good a cop could dance there. Let's see how good you cops can dance?" "Go on! Dance for us, Cops!" Jennifer and Alexandra reluctantly started to move around the bar area. "Shake your ass! What's wrong with you? You'd never get a job in my club! Let's see some action!" The jeering lesbian bikers yelled. "C'mon, we want to see some goodies! Spread your legs!" Another biker shouted. Then a big biker picked up Alexandra off the floor an set her down on the table. "Now, cop, open your legs!" "Hey, let's see if the Sergeant's pussy is any different than the rookie's." Someone suggested. "Put them together to compare!" The mob was out of control again. Some of them headed for the Sergeant, and some for the rookie. As they pushed them around, they took the opportunity to fondle the two helpless policewomen's naked breasts, and pussies. The bikers got so excited they began fondling each other, instead of the two naked cops. In the excitement, the two policewomen almost slipped right away from their captors. The sharp-eyed bar owner caught the fleeing cops, though, before they got more than a few feet. She shouted to the mob, to get their attention back . "See what happened? You guys almost missed the goodies. Now, do what I told you! Get into two lines, and you'll all get your turn!" This time, the crowd listened to Louisa, and quickly lined up by twos. Louisa began to feel like a Queen. Not only did she have the two naked, humiliated policewomen, to dominate, but now, the whole mob was obediently following her orders, besides. Louisa turned to the cops, and laughed. "O. K., you said you wanted to look around my bar. Here's your chance! Go through everyone in the bar, and see, what you get out of them!" The two cops were naked, hands cuffed behind their backs. Telling them to go through the crowd, now, was telling them to be bullied and molested, by the bikers, instead of searching for drugs. "What's wrong with you cops? Even when we cooperate, you don't do your job, properly? Remember, you two still have to finish your shift and patrol your beat?" Louisa laughed, and pushed the two helpless women toward the hungry mob. As soon as Jennifer and Alexandra reached the first two bikers in line, they were grabbed and fondled. Their breasts were rubbed and tweaked, their behinds patted and slapped, and their pussies fingered. The leering bikers did what ever they wanted to them, as if they owned their bodies. The ones behind them in line waited hungrily for their turn, jeering and making lewd comments. Finally, the unhappy policewomen finished their humiliating tour. In elapsed time, the ordeal actually didn't last that long, because everyone was pushing and shoving for their turn, but to the two luckless cops, it seemed to go on forever. When they did reach the end of the line, someone yelled. " That was too easy for them! Let's take them out for a walk. Let them finish walking their beat naked!" "Yeah, let's give the whole neighborhood, a chance to see what happened to our poor abused cops?" Just as the bikers were about to march the naked policewomen into the street, the SWAT team threw in tear gas grenades, and rushed into the bar. It only took a few minutes to rescue the two police officers, and arrest the entire mob. Jennifer and Alexandra were covered with blankets and rushed to the hospital, by ambulance. The two policewomen recovered, physically, in a few days. Sergeant Moore was assigned to a desk job, while Officer Thompson resigned from the Force in disgrace. The rookie's cocky rashness not only cost her, her job, and incredible humiliation, but also disgraced her partner/mentor, too. The mob members, were all charged with resisting arrest, assault and battery, assaulting an officer, and rape. They were all sentenced to a maximum security prison for twenty years, without parole. In prison, they were separated and given special treatment. The Prison superintendent and a high ranking officer from the Justice Department gave all correctional officers a special briefing. "As you know, this group of prisoners are special. You must all exercise extreme caution! These prisoners like women in uniform. Deal with them, only when you are in groups. This is a very special case! You may do whatever you like to them, as long as don't kill them, or leave permanent scars. We know nothing, if you get what I am talking about." Shortly later, in a isolated cell, six correctional officers in full equipment stood around a single prisoner. "All right, Prisoner Armstrong! Strip all the way down, and spread your legs!........" In the interest of justice, a veil must be drawn over the ensuing scene. You can all imagine it, or imagine the tribulations of the of the other prisoners for their offense.