Busted, Part II:  The Pink Mile
By The Timid Freshman
A student reporter is arrested by the campus police, and suffers humiliating domination at the hands of ESU's finest!


Daniel ran as fast as he could across campus, his feet pounding hard on the
grass beneath him. His pounding heart sent pure adrenaline rocketing through
his veins, fueling his speed. It didn't matter that he had been discovered by
a master criminal at the scene of her crime. He had escaped the dominating
clutches of Tina Cox, and he had all that he needed to bring her terrible
hobbies to light. He had captured the initiation rituals of her sorority on
camera, and documented the kidnapping and molestation of some poor, hapless
guy they were keeping locked in the basement. He couldn't save the poor
bastard, but he'd bring the full force of the free press to his rescue! He'd
upload the photos to a secure website tonight, double saving them on his hard
drive and a flash drive, and he'd begin to write up the story immediately.
Soon, he mused to himself, Delta Delta Delta would be exposed to the world for
the dominating she-bitches they were.

All these thoughts raced through his mind as he sprinted through the night,
his lungs chugging air like a freight train. He was drawing near to one of the
roads that criss-crossed the campus. It would lead him back to his dorm room,
and to safety. But then, his swift journey was suddenly cut short. Without
warning, he was stopped right in his tracks by a blinding light, and an
authoritative voice.

"Freeze!" the voice shouted. "Campus police!" Beyond the white light in his
eyes, he could just make out the distinctive red and blue flashes of a police
beacon.

Daniel skidded to a stop, putting his hands in the air, his mind reeling.
"It's-it's okay, officer," he sputtered, gasping for breath. "I'm just--"

"Shut up!" responded the voice, and Daniel realized that it was a female one.
"Drop it!"

Daniel didn't know what she meant, until he realized that he was still holding
his camera. "Oh, no," he said quickly. "This is just my camera--"

"I said drop it!" said the voice again, and with a jolt of fear Daniel heard
the unmistakable sound of a pistol cocking. "Drop it or I drop you,
motherfucker!"

Daniel's throat went dry and his blood turned to ice. Shaking with fear, he
slowly bent down, placing the camera on the ground. As his eyes began to
adjust to the white light in his face, he could make out two distinctive
female forms in police uniforms. One of the cops was holding the flashlight on
him, and the other was pointing a gun directly at his forehead. Keeping his
hands high in the air, he started to straighten back up.

"Uh-uh!" the cop yelled. "On your knees!" Terrified for his life, he had no
choice to obey, dropping to his knees in the grass. "Hands behind your head!"
commanded the campus officer. "Lie on the ground!" His entire body shaking
with adrenaline and fright, Daniel did as she said, lying face down in the
grass, his hands behind his head. He suddenly heard the sound of two pairs of
boots running towards him. He could see the boots from his worm's-eye vantage
point, but nothing else. When the two officers reached him, one of them seized
his hands and dragged them down behind his back. He grunted in pain as she
planted her knee squarely in the small of his back, cuffing his hands
together. The other cop planted her hand on the back of his head, pushing his
face into the grass.

"Officers, please!" he grunted into the ground. "I'm a reporter for the school
paper--"

"You have the right to remain silent, asshole," said the cop pressing his face
into the grass. She made a movement, and he felt her nightstick against his
ear. "I suggest you exercise it."

Daniel was smart enough to clam up at that point, but his thoughts were louder
than ever inside his head. Just what the hell was going on? Why was he being
arrested? His mind raced as he tried to remember the last security report that
had been issued to the on-campus students. Had he missed something? Had there
been some sort of stalker spotted around campus, or nearby? Was there a rash
of burglaries that he didn't know about? This had to be a case of mistaken
identity--these officers must be thinking he was someone else. This would all
get sorted out at the campus police station. It was temporary setback; within
hours they would realize who he was (or more appropriately, who he wasn't) and
set him free; Daniel was sure of it.

The cop behind him finished cuffing his hands behind his back, and began
patting him down, her hands roughly sliding up and down his entire prostrate
body, including his ass, which she squeezed rather severely with both hands,
one over each back pocket, as if to confirm beyond any doubt whether or not
Daniel was packing anything. Daniel's eyes popped wide open at this invasive
frisking, but it was over quickly, and the officer stood up, releasing the
pressure of her knee. Together, the two policewomen pulled him to his feet and
pushed him ahead of them, holding his arms securely behind his back.

"Thought you could get away from us, did you, you sick fuck?" growled one of
the cops.

"We've got your number now," said the other one. Daniel wisely kept his mouth
shut as they shoved him into the back seat of the police cruiser. From the way
they were talking, it seemed like his first guess was right--this was a case
of mistaken identity. These cops thought he was someone they had been
searching for a while; perhaps he was right about a heretofore unknown campus
stalker?

The door slammed as he was locked into the back seat of the car. The two
officers got into the front seat, and Daniel looked up. They didn't look back
at him, and he could not see their faces. Their hair was pinned up inside of
their officers' caps, and there was no way he could get a good look at them to
see what they looked like. All he could tell was that one of the officers was
Caucasian, and the other African-American. He felt a lurch as the car sprung
to life, pulling out onto the road. Within minutes they would be at the campus
police department, and all of this would be sorted out.

Daniel remained quiet on the short ride to the station, and the two cops in
the front seat didn't say another word to him. Daniel stared out the window of
the car, watching the campus buildings flash by. This was certainly a bizarre
turn of events; he had never been arrested before. But even if this was a
total mistake, he mused, he had best get used to it nonetheless. As a vigilant
reporter who always searched for the truth, his line of work would surely mean
bending the law from time to time. As such, Daniel resolved to learn from this
experience. When this was all over, he'd have to remember to invest in the
services of a good lawyer. Until then, he took comfort in knowing that the
best reporters always had at least some sort of arrest record; perhaps he'd
look back on this night later as a badge of honour.

At that moment the car pulled up to the campus police station. The two
officers exited the vehicle, and retrieved Daniel from the back seat. Finally,
he got a good look at their faces, and recognized them both; he had seen both
of these officers around school before. He also couldn't help but notice that
they were both very pretty, slim but well-endowed, the snugness of their tight
uniforms displaying their womanly curves. Their beauty was rare, he supposed,
in the field of law enforcement--he hadn't seen too many attractive female
cops in his lifetime. Attractive or not, though, these two campus officers
didn't recognize him at all. But once they had a look at his student ID,
everything would be sorted out; he was sure of it.

But as they led him through the front doors and into the station, Daniel began
to realize that something was terribly wrong.

First of all, the place was swarming with police officers. This wouldn't be
unusual for a city precinct, but for a college campus, it was rather odd,
especially this late at night. Daniel supposed there were at least a dozen,
perhaps two, and oddly enough, no other prisoners. He seemed to be the only
one in custody tonight. But even stranger than the number of cops present was
the fact that they were all women. Looking around, Daniel couldn't spot a
single male officer. Come to think of it, he couldn't recall ever seeing a
single male officer on campus, though he had never given it much thought until
now. But even that wasn't the most unusual thing. He had already noticed the
beauty of the two arresting officers, and marveled at the rarity of two
attractive lady cops in one precinct. But this was ridiculous--every single
officer in the station was exceedingly beautiful! Daniel wasn't sure if he had
ever seen so many gorgeous women all in one place before, much less a police
station! It was as if he had been brought to a modeling convention by mistake!
And they were all young, too--most of them couldn't have been any older than
thirty, and he was certain that none of them were older than forty.

But most bizarrely of all, these female officers weren't dressed like any cops
he'd ever seen. Rather, they seemed to be dressed almost like strippers
dressed as cops! Every uniform in the building seemed to be extremely tight
and revealing, showing off the beautiful bodies of the women who wore them.
Everywhere he looked, he saw unusually large patches of bare skin, prominently
displayed cleavage, long, shapely legs--it was if they were only wearing half
a uniform a piece! And no two uniforms were the same, either. They all wore
various shades of black or blue, and most of them wore police caps and badges,
but some of them were wearing miniskirts, some tiny shorts, and others
extremely tight pants. The tops were almost all low-cut and revealed copious
amounts of cleavage, but some were short-sleeved while others were long, and
many of them left a great deal of exposed midriff. And almost all of them were
wearing platform heels.

As the two officers dragged him further inside, Daniel began to feel a sense
of uneasy dread forming in the pit of his stomach. This was not right. This
couldn't be right. Something very fishy was going on here, and he had a
sneaking sensation that things were not going to go in his favour.

Without even speaking to him, aside from extremely curtly worded instructions,
the two arresting officers quickly took him through the booking process.
First, they reached into his pants pockets, emptying them of everything he
carried, including his wallet. After cutting the ties that held his hands
behind his back, they took a mug shot of him, and then they took his
fingerprints. It was then that he was dragged before the Captain.

She was every bit as beautiful as every other woman in the station, with wavy
blonde hair and brilliant green eyes. She looked around thirty-five, with high
cheekbones and a slim, athletic build. Even though she was in a sitting
position behind her desk, Daniel could tell that she was very tall, and would
likely tower over him in heels, which she was almost certainly wearing. Her
uniform top had extremely short sleeves, and left her entire midriff exposed,
showing off her flat, toned stomach. Only the bottom button of her shirt was
buttoned, and several inches of black push-up bra were visible, as well as her
creamy white cleavage. Stitched into her uniform was her name and rank:
Captain Tricia

"So, this is the perp, huh?" she said casually, looking Daniel up and down.
She sorted through his belongings, opening up his wallet, pulling out his ID,
and looking at it.

"Yes, ma'am," answered one of the officers, before Daniel butted in.

"I can explain--" he blurted out, but he was abruptly silenced when one of the
cops hit him hard in the stomach with her nightstick.

"Oh, I'm sure you can," said Captain Tricia, amusement in her voice.

Daniel doubled over in pain, the wind knocked out of him, clutching his
stomach. He was stunned'both literally and psychologically. Why would she do
that? He hadn't even done anything! Why were they being so mean to him?

"He had this on him," said the other officer, placing his camera on the
counter.

"Pleeeease," Daniel wheezed, straightening up. "I'm a reporter for the school
paper. My name is Daniel McAllister."

"I know who you are," answered Captain Tricia, holding up his ID, "and you're
in a heap of trouble. You've been a bad, bad boy, Danny," she chuckled.

"Wh-What?" Daniel exclaimed in shock, but Tricia didn't answer him, speaking
to the officers that held him instead.

"Take him in the back and strip search him," she smiled cruelly.

"No...please..." Daniel pleaded.

"And a full body cavity search as well," she continued, not paying Daniel any
more attention. As he attempted to protest, the two officers dragged him away
from her desk and towards a door in the back of the station. He considered
trying to escape, but he knew he'd never make it as far as the front door. He
was outnumbered at least twenty to one. And after the Captain's cruel
dismissal of him, he knew he could expect no mercy from these sadistic female
cops. The wisest thing, he decided, was to do what they said and just get it
over with. And so he didn't struggle any more as he was led back through a
hallway and into a small room at the end.

It was extremely spartan, with only a single bench built into the wall. The
walls were painted a stark white, and they were cold and oppressive. The cops
threw him in roughly, and he stumbled forward, trying not to fall over.

"Wait here," one of them said, and abruptly closed and locked the door behind
her. He was now alone, locked in the terrifying room.

Daniel's mind raced. What was going on? Surely this couldn't be normal! Was
this even a real police station? Yes, he knew it was--he had been here before,
during the day, to register his license plate with the campus parking
authority--but it had looked completely different then! There had only been a
couple of officers present at the time, and they had been dressed
professionally, not like exotic dancers! But then, who were these people? Were
they real police officers? Yes, he had recognized the two women who had booked
him, and he thought he recognized a few of the other women as well. But then,
why were they behaving this way? He had certainly heard of police misconduct,
but he had never heard of an entire station full of gorgeous female cops
dressed so provocatively! His mind cycled through numerous possible
explanations, but he was interrupted from his thoughts when the door flew
open.

In strode three new police officers whom he had not yet encountered. They were
all young, probably in their early twenties. And like all the other cops in
the station, they were all gorgeous, provocatively dressed women.

The first officer was a brunette, about 5'3", with a petit build. Her uniform
was a dark blue, and though her short-sleeved top seemed modest in comparison
with the other uniforms he had seen, it was still tight enough to show off the
curves of her round breasts, and was complemented by extremely short blue
shorts which showcased her slim, muscular legs. On her feet she wore knee-high
boots, high-heeled and jet-black.

The next officer was several inches taller, and curvier than the first cop,
with shapely round hips, thighs, and bigger breasts. She had long, curly,
white-blonde hair, and brilliant blue eyes. Her uniform more closely resembled
Captain Tricia's, though the colour was a very dark navy blue, almost black.
Her cleavage was on prominent display, barely contained by her constricting
top. She wore a black miniskirt and fishnet stockings, and her boots were like
that of the first officer, though the heels were higher, increasing her
height, and they displayed prominent buckles and laces, unlike those of the
first officer.

The third officer was the tallest of the three, and had a slender, athletic
figure. While the other cops were Caucasian, she was vaguely Hispanic, and
almost looked like a Latin version of Captain Tricia. She had dark hair and
eyes, and mocha-coloured skin. Her top could hardly be called a shirt; it was
almost more like a blue, police-themed bra, with barely enough fabric to cover
her exquisite breasts and shoulders. Not only did this show off her cleavage,
but it also showed off her extremely well-toned abs. Low-slung on her slender
but womanly hips were skin-tight, black pants, and silver platform heels
finished off the sexy ensemble.

All three of the women wore latex gloves, and all three of them were fully
equipped with batons, nightsticks, and handcuffs that jingled threateningly on
their belts. Daniel barely had time to take in their appearance before they
had locked the door behind them and surrounded him. Daniel shot nervous
glances at each of them, but could not meet their predatory gazes for long.

"Let's get those clothes off of him," smiled the brunette. The blonde and the
Latin cop grabbed his arms and held them immobile at his side.

"Please," Daniel pleaded as the brunette began to unbutton his shirt, the
other women holding him securely. "Please, officers, this isn't necessary."

"Sorry, Danny Boy," spat the blonde cop derisively. "You don't have any say in
the matter."

"Yeah," said the beautiful Latin cop. "You're in our house now, bitch." As the
brunette unbuttoned the last of his shirt buttons, the other two cops rudely
pulled his shirt down over his shoulders and off his arms, leaving his torso
bare. They then spun him around, and the feisty, dark-haired senorita began to
unbuckle his belt. As she worked, the blonde cop lifted his legs one at a time
and removed his shoes and socks. By the time she had them off, the Latin cop
had unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and the brunette was pulling them down
to his ankles, leaving him only in his underwear.

"You won't need these," smiled the blonde woman flirtatiously, and in one
swift motion, she slid them down over his hips and to the floor. He was now
completely naked in front of these three gorgeous lady cops.

It was the most humiliating experience of his life. He couldn't believe what
was happening. The brunette and the raven-haired policewomen were now holding
his arms firmly at his side, so he couldn't even cover himself. The blonde was
staring at him like a piece of meat at market, nodding appreciatively at his
genitals.

"Not bad," she said to herself, and reaching down, she actually took his penis
in her hand to examine it! She casually turned it over, lifted it up and down,
and held it in her hand like a sausage. Daniel's cheeks burned scarlet. At the
moment, he couldn't think of anything more demeaning, more debasing. It was
insane; it was like an erotic nightmare. He was confused, and scared, and
mortified, and angry, but he knew he no choice but to do whatever these sexy
lady cops told him to do, or he'd be in worse trouble then he already was.
"All right," said the blonde officer, finally letting go of his penis. "Fun's
over. Bend over and grab your ankles."

"You-you've gotta be kidding me," Daniel stuttered in a whisper. The officer's
deep blue eyes narrowed in a look of menace, and she and the other policewomen
all withdrew their nightsticks at once. Daniel swallowed hard, his heart
thumping in his chest, his pulse pounding in his ears.

"Are we gonna have a problem?" she asked, placing the end of her nightstick
under his chin. Standing in her heels, she was taller than Daniel, and lifted
his chin up so that his eyes met her brilliant blue ones, staring down
threateningly at him.

Daniel's mouth was dry. Beads of cold sweat were beginning to form on his
forehead. He was barely able to squeak out, "No,"

The brunette stepped forward, and menacingly pressed the end of her nightstick
into his scrotum. "No ma'am," she corrected him.

Daniel shook his had frantically. "No ma'am," he said in a panicked whisper.
"No ma'am, we're not gonna have a problem, no problem at all."

"Good," said the Latin cop. "Now bend over and take it, bitch."

His stomach churning, tears welling up in his eyes, Daniel had no choice but
to obey. Slowly he bent over, terrified of exposing his ass to these dangerous
women. But he was more terrified of their nightsticks and the havoc they could
wreck on his vulnerable naked body. So he complied with their instructions,
and grabbed his own ankles. His ass was now sticking straight out, completely
exposed.

"Let's have a look inside," said the brunette, reaching for a tube of
lubricant on her belt. As she squeezed a generous amount onto her finger, the
Latin cop took hold of Daniel's butt cheeks, and spread them wide. The blonde
cop stood directly in front of him, her hands planted firmly on the back of
his head. Her boots were almost touching his toes. Daniel tried once again to
swallow, but his throat was quickly becoming too dry. He could feel the hem of
her skirt on the back of his neck. His hair was brushing against her thighs.
She was practically straddling his head.

Then he gasped as he felt the brunette's finger probing his asshole. Never
before had he experienced anything like this. He had never been subjected to
this level of invasive exposure, and he couldn't keep track of all the
turbulent emotions it was stirring up in him. Fear, shock, embarrassment,
disbelief, anger, confusion--and about a hundred other feelings he couldn't
even identify. And all of these began to increase exponentially as her finger
probed deeper, sliding inside of him. He could not keep himself from groaning
softly as she began to move her finger around in his anal cavity, moving it in
circles, then sliding it in and out, as if she were finger-fucking him. Then
she began pushing against the walls of his rectum, stretching them out bit by
bit. His entire body shook as she inserted a second finger, repeating the
process of pressing against the walls and sliding them in and out, plunging
them deeper and deeper each time. Soon, they were inserted up to her knuckle,
and Daniel's ass was beginning to feel very full. But she didn't stop there;
it was if she was determined to find something hidden in his anus, and
wouldn't stop until she discovered it. Her fingers probed still deeper, and
Daniel's breath came in great gulps as she invaded his innermost sanctum. The
seconds felt like hours as she slowly plunged her fingers deeper and further,
until they were fully inserted, all the way to her palm. It was then that she
found his prostate. Smiling to herself, she began to squeeze and press on it
with her fingertips. A new and powerful emotion began to grip Daniel--that of
intense arousal, as her expert manipulations sent overpowering signals to his
penis. Daniel watched in shocked disbelief as his member quickly inflated and
extended, obeying the commands the brunette officer was tapping into his
prostate like Morse code. Within seconds it was rock-hard and sticking
straight out, no matter how much he willed it to go down. He could only hope
that it would deflate before he was made to stand back up, but even this small
dignity would be denied him.

After massaging his prostate for a few seconds, the brunette withdrew her
fingers from out of his asshole. They slid out much quicker than they had slid
in, and left a slightly greasy residue from the lubricant. She removed her
glove, tossing it in a nearby trash can, and slapped Daniel hard on his
exposed butt, making his whole body shake. "All done," she said. "Get up."

Getting up was the last thing he wanted to do, considering his current state,
but once again, he had no choice. His fate was in total control of these
devastating female cops now. The blonde cop let go of the back of his head and
stepped back, while the brunette and the Latin cop grabbed his arms and
forcibly straightened him up. And then he was fully exposed to their cruel
eyes, his erection sticking straight out for all of them to see. It was as if
his humiliation was continuing to grow exponentially, and every time he
thought he had suffered the ultimate embarrassment, these policewomen found a
way to push it one step further.

"My, my," smiled the blonde officer, staring at his boner. "What have we
here?" Once again she reached for his penis, taking the head of his dick
between her thumb and forefingers and giving it a playful but firm tweak. In
spite of his anger, fear, and embarrassment, the intimate contact sent shivers
of pleasure down the length of his cock, and he involuntarily gasped, making
the women around him laugh.

"Careful," said the Latin cop. "That's a loaded weapon. You don't want to set
it off." This joke provoked new waves of laughter from the female officers.

"If it's a loaded weapon," answered the brunette, "then we should empty it
out." Daniel's eyes widened. Did this mean what he thought it meant?

"But not here," added the blonde. "That's a job for the firing range."

The other two cops nodded their agreement, and keeping a firm grip on his
arms, they began to march him towards the door. "Please," he begged, his eyes
filling with tears.

"Shut up, erection boy," said the Latin cop cruelly.

The other policewomen continued to laugh as they opened the door and pushed
him through it, into the hallway, which was filled with several other lady
cops. Daniel felt his entire body turn beet red as the other officers stared
at him, some laughing, others clapping, a few whooping and hollering as he was
paraded down the hall in front of them. A few of them reached out to pinch and
poke at him as he walked past. He felt several well-placed, stinging flicks to
the head of his penis. A few of the women stepped ahead of him to pinch and
twist his nipples as he walked forward, and he felt several other pinches and
slaps to his naked rear end as he walked past. The sounds of the rapacious
women's' teasing and taunting seemed muffled in his ears, as if he was hearing
them underwater, but every physical sensation was agonizingly acute. The three
officers marching him through the hallway did nothing to stop the advances of
their colleagues, short of warning them playfully not to "misfire his weapon."
In fact, they joined in with the laughter and the teasing, and exchanged
several high-fives with the ladies in the hallway. The walk to the firing
range seemed like the longest walk of his life. If the walk from death row to
the execution chamber was called the Green Mile, Daniel mused, then this could
be called--what? The Pink Mile, perhaps? Had others walked the Pink Mile
before him?. Would others still walk it after this nightmare was over?

At last, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the end of the
hallway. After opening the doorway, the blonde officer guided him through, her
hand planted firmly on his naked ass. Once he had been pushed through, she
closed the door behind her.

Daniel looked around. He was indeed in a small firing range. This being a
small, college police station, there were only two firing booths, and one of
them was already occupied. Another female officer was standing at the booth,
holding her gun in her hand. She was still wearing noise-cancelling ear
guards, and was examining her target. It looked as if she had just finished
emptying her clip.

She was bigger than the other cops, with wider hips and rounder thighs. She
couldn't be called fat by any stretch of the imagination, but she could be
called full-figured, like plus-size models seen in underwear ads, who are at
least ten times as beautiful as any of the women they're selling underwear to,
with knockout bodies that are perfectly proportioned. Her body was perfectly
proportioned as well, with smooth, curvy legs, graceful hips, a heart-shaped
ass that tantalizingly filled out her police miniskirt, a smooth, flat
stomach, and big, beautiful breasts that perfectly filled out her
tight-fitting policewoman's uniform. Her hair was shoulder-length and
chestnut-coloured, and her red lips were full and pouty. She almost had a
classic beauty about her, reminiscent of Bettie Paige or Marilyn Monroe,
though she didn't look at all like either of those ladies. Her badge
identified her as a Lieutenant, which meant she outranked the three officers
escorting Daniel. The Lieutenant turned to look at them as the door shut
behind them. As her eyes took in the prisoner, a hungry smile slowly spread
across her pretty face.

"Well, well, girls," she purred as she removed her ear guards and set them
aside. She had a sexy voice, low and throaty; "What have you brought me?"

"Peeping Tom," said the blonde.

"I'm not--" Daniel started to say, but he was quickly cut off by the Latin
cop.

"Shut up!" she hissed, accentuating her rebuke with an long, sustained,
painful pinch to Daniel's butt cheek. He was sure her long fingernails were
leaving marks. Daniel gritted his teeth in pain, but remained silent.

The brunette reached over, almost protectively, and wrapped her fingers around
the shaft of Daniel's erect penis. His breathing quickened as she held his
most intimate body part. "We were just getting ready to squeeze off a few
rounds," she said warily.

The Lieutenant holstered her gun and began to approach them, her voluptuous
hips swaying hypnotically as she walked, her breasts bouncing with each step,
her platform bootheels ringing out against the concrete floor. "I see," she
answered as she drew near. Daniel could now smell her intoxicating perfume.
His head was swimming. She looked him up and down, and then addressed the
other cops. "I think that's a job better suited to the officer in charge of
the firing range; wouldn't you agree, ladies?"

The other officers' faces fell. "Yes, Lieutenant," they sighed in unison,
obviously disappointed. The brunette let go of Daniel's penis.

The Lieutenant smiled, a look of triumph on her face. "By all means, ladies,"
she said. "Please stay and watch. In fact, I insist." She drew closer to
Daniel, and placed a hand on his chest. She ran her fingers lightly over his
skin, using her fingernail to draw a circle around one nipple, and then the
other. "What's your name, Honey?" she asked.

Daniel's whole body was trembling. "D-Daniel. D-Daniel McAllister."

The Lieutenant laughed. "Well, D-Daniel D-Daniel McAllister," she teased.
"Welcome to my firing range. Why don't we see what you can do?" With a playful
pinch of his nipple, she turned and walked back towards the firing booths.
"Bring him along, girls," she said over her shoulder.

As they marched him after her, he couldn't help but stare at her magnificent
ass as it swayed back and forth. Under normal circumstances, it was the kind
of ass he would love to lose himself in. He watched as the Lieutenant led them
over to the firing booth, but rather than standing behind it, the cops
maneuvered him right tin front of it, so that there was nothing in front of
him but the range, and at the end of the range, the target.

The Lieutenant hit a switch, and the target came floating towards them,
suspended on the wire. Rather than allowing it to reach them, however, she
stopped it when it was about four feet away.

"Step aside, ladies," she said to the other cops. Reluctantly, the officers
holding his arms let go and backed away, though they still remained extremely
close'close enough to stop him in his tracks should he try to make a break for
it. He could hear the Lieutenant behind him. She was very close as well. "Put
your hands on your head," she said softly. Her voice was in his ear. Slowly,
he raised his shaking arms and obeyed her command, placing his hands on top of
his head.

The next moment, he felt himself being embraced from behind. Her soft body
pressed against his back, her billowing breasts flush against his trembling
shoulder blades. Her strong arms wrapped around him, and her supple hands
began to roam across his chest and stomach. If the situation were different,
her touch would have made Daniel feel very safe. But things being what they
were, it only made him feel that much more vulnerable and insignificant. This
was a woman who could kick his ass one-on-one, without any help'he was sure of
it. This was a woman who was not to be trifled with.

Her breath hot against his ear, her hands began to move downwards. With her
left hand, she reached underneath his genitals and cupped his balls in her
hand. With the other, she began to gently fondle his erect penis. Daniel
gasped in pleasure as her cool fingertips trilled across the sensitive skin,
up the underside of the shaft, over the glans, and back down to the base. "I'm
going to make you a deal, Daniel," she whispered softly in his ear, her full
lips moving seductively against his skin. "I'm about to make you cum."

Hearing her say it, hearing her lay it right out there, sent Daniel into a new
and frenzied state of excitement, regardless of his current predicament. As
frightened as he was of this woman, he could not deny how aroused she made
him; how much he desired her at this very moment. At the sound of her promise
of impending orgasm, Daniel could not help but draw a sharp breath.

"Not so fast, my dear," she laughed gently. "I want to test the range of this
little love gun of yours." As she described his penis, she wrapped her full
hand around and gave it a good squeeze, causing Daniel to moan in ecstasy. "I
want you to try and hit that target for me, Sweetie. If you can do that for
me, then I promise to talk to Captain Tricia about letting you go. How does
that sound, Honey?"

Daniel nodded his head. The Lieutenant began to roll his balls in her left
hand. "I didn't hear you, Sweetie," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," he whispered, simultaneously more scared and more turned on than
he had ever been in his life.

"Good boy," she whispered back, and sticking her tongue out, she ran it across
Daniel's ear, making him shudder and gasp. "Let's see what you can do for me."
Once again taking his penis in her right hand, she began to gently stroke it,
her fingers moving up and down along the shaft. Daniel moaned in ecstasy as
the sexy Lieutenant expertly stroked him, her hand wrapped around his member,
squeezing it gently, slowly stroking it up and down. No woman had ever made
him feel this way before. As her right hand slowly and methodically
masturbated him, her fingertips rubbing ever so gently against the skin on the
underside of his penis, trilling along the frenulum, then gripping the entire
shaft firmly and stroking it up and down, her left had fondled and caressed
his balls, cupping and petting them softly. Daniel had never experienced such
acute sexual pleasure before, and for the briefest of moments, he allowed
himself to become lost in the intensity of the sexual rapture this woman was
bestowing upon him. He leaned back into her arms, relishing the softness of
her body, the fullness of her breasts pressed against him. He moaned and
sighed, closing his eyes in ecstasy, as this beautiful, transcendent goddess
sent electric jolts of pure ecstasy rocketing down his penis, and
reverberating throughout his balls, which felt so wonderful in her light grip.
All thoughts of his terrifying incarceration receded, driven away by her light
and electrifying touch. His entire body felt wonderful in her arms; feelings
of vulnerability gave way to feelings of safety like he had never known
before. He now felt taken care of, like he was a million miles away, resting
in the ample bosom of this curvaceous angel, this all-enveloping Earth
Goddess. And then the waves of pleasure in his groin were building in
intensity, warmth was spreading throughout his body, and the acute sensations
were building to an inevitable crescendo. He began to thrust his hips back and
forth in time with her strokes, and she thrust hers in time with his, so that
his ass always rested securely against her warm lap. His penis throbbed,
humming and vibrating in her firm but soft grip, overwhelmed with sensation.
He felt total control of his body leave him, and then--

The air was exploding around him! He was climaxing, loud noises of incredible
pleasure escaping from within him, his entire body racked in the
uncontrollable throes of the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. It
was as if his penis had become a fire hose; jets and jets of pearly white
semen were spurting out the end, each one announcing its departure with
another jolt of overwhelming pleasure. Each moment contained an eternity of
joy and contentment, and the moments kept coming. It was the longest orgasm he
had ever had, and only after several seconds did the sensations began to
subside, though his penis continued to twitch and jerk in the Lieutenant's
hand, and he felt a warm tingle remaining in his balls, still cupped softly in
her other hand. As Daniel drew in great breaths of air, the rest of the world
began to come back into focus. He became aware of the rest of his body first,
collapsed in the soft arms of the woman who had just taken him to sexual
Nirvana. Next, he became aware of the cold floor beneath his bare feet, and
the still air of the firing range. Then he became aware of the other women in
the room, who were laughing, clapping, and cheering. They all looked extremely
delighted.

And then, finally, his heart sank as he became aware of the pool of his own
semen, splashed on the floor, underneath the target. Not a drop of it had hit
home, though from the looks of it, it had come extremely close.

"You lose," whispered the Lieutenant in his ear. She let go of his genitals,
stood him back up on his own feet and backed away.

Daniel stood there, his entire body weak and numb, staring blankly at his
spilled seed. Only moments ago he had felt ecstasy like he had never felt
before. Now he felt nothing but deep shame, embarrassment, disappointment, and
despair. And as the cheers of the female cops turned to jeers of "too bad, so
sad," and the laughs of delight became cruel, taunting laughs of ridicule,
Daniel felt the familiar sensation of terror creeping back up his spine.

"Get on your knees," said the Lieutenant softly. Daniel turned and stared at
her, his reaction time extended by his disorientation. Her eyes smoldering,
the Lieutenant drew her nightstick. "I said, get on your knees, worm!" she
cried out, her voice filled with a new, authoritative fury. With a sudden and
swift motion, she brought the nightstick crashing into the backs of his legs,
directly behind his knees. The impact knocked him right to the ground, and the
pain of his knees hitting the concrete compounded with the pain from the
impact of the nightstick. On all fours, he gasped in agony, still disoriented
at the rapid transition from pleasure to pain.

"Crawl," said the Lieutenant cruelly, as she pressed the sole of her boot
against his naked rear end. She slid the stiletto heel of the boot slowly up
the crack in his ass. Not daring to disobey her again, Daniel crawled forward
on his hands and knees, until the Lieutenant commanded him to stop. He looked
down, and saw that he was staring directly at his own semen, puddled on the
floor.

"Look what you did," she said. Daniel swallowed hard.

The Lieutenant crouched down next to him. Her hip was inches from his face.
Suddenly, she grabbed a fistful of his hair. "Look what you did!" she growled,
and shoved his face down to the ground, grinding his nose into his own cum.
Daniel cried out in pain, and tears began to stream down his nose, mixing with
the seminal fluid.

The Lieutenant let go of his hair and stood up. Daniel stared at the floor, a
mixture of cum and tears dripping off the end of his nose, pooling back into
the puddle on the floor. "I can't allow you to leave my shooting range in such
a state, Daniel," she said sternly. "I want you to clean up your mess."

"I-I don't have a r-rag," he stuttered, his voice shaking uncontrollably,
tears streaming from his eyes.

"You have a tongue," she said cruelly.

Daniel screwed his eyes shut, more tears splashing onto the ground, his body
shaking. "Please," he sobbed. "Please don't make me."

The Lieutenant planted her platform boot on his back, right between his
shoulder blades, pressing him down to the ground. "Lick it up," she ordered.
"Be a good little doggie and lick it up."

The other cops were laughing and cheering, drawing immense pleasure from
Daniel's humiliating suffering. The Lieutenant pressed her boot down harder,
until his face was an inch from the ground. "Lick it up," she whispered.

Daniel stared at the puddle of tears and cum, his body racked with sobbing. He
couldn't do it, he just couldn't...

The Lieutenant turned to the blonde cop. "Take out your nightstick and give
his balls a good whack," she said.

"OKAY!" Daniel cried, sobbing uncontrollably. "Okay! I'll do it, I'll do it,
just please don't hurt me anymore!"

"Go ahead, then," said the Lieutenant cruelly. "I grow weary of your
dawdling."

Only moments ago, Daniel had been on the verge of worship and adoration. In
the moment of climax, this beautiful woman had been his entire world. Now, she
inspired hate and fear in his heart. He felt hurt and betrayed, but most of
all, he felt terror. His heart burned with it. As it pounded in his chest, he
forced himself to stick out his tongue and lap at the pool of his own semen.
It was slightly salty, almost tasteless, but it was slippery and slimy and it
made him want to hurl. He began to dry heave.

"Anything you get on my floor you will have to get off," said the Lieutenant.

Knowing that there was no way he would ever be able to lick up his own vomit,
Daniel reached into what little reserves of strength he had left and forced
his body to suppress the gag reflex. He continued to lick at the cum, but it
wouldn't come off the floor.

"You have to suck!" laughed the brunette, giggling with glee.

"Yeah!" shouted the Latin cop. "Suck it up, bitch!" All four women laughed as
Daniel pressed his lips to the concrete, sucking the semen into his mouth. It
felt like he had post-nasal drip, only the semen was much slicker than nasal
mucus, and about a million times more mortifying. It was the most humiliating
and disgusting moment of his entire life.

When she was satisfied that he had inhaled all of his cum back into his mouth,
the Lieutenant lifted her foot off his shoulders, hooked it under his ribs,
and rolled him over onto his back. As he lay on the cold, hard floor, staring
up at his sadistic captors, all four women leaned low over him, giving him an
excellent view of their glorious cleavage. The Lieutenant took her nightstick
and pressed it against his balls. "Swallow," she ordered.

The other women laughed and laughed. The Lieutenant stared at him with an evil
smile, waiting for him to obey. She tapped the nightstick against his balls as
a warning. "Swallow it," she said again. Staring up at her in mortified agony,
Daniel had no choice but to comply. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he
forced himself to choke down his own cum. It felt like a tadpole was sliding
down his throat, and even when it was all the way down, a strange tickle
remained. It was as if a lump of deep and profound shame was stuck in his
throat; one that would never go away.

The other cops cheered and high-fived each other. The Lieutenant smiled in
triumph. She turned to the blonde cop. "Take him to the interrogation room,"
she said. "Strap him down. The Captain wants to have a few words with him."

"Yes, ma'am!" said the blonde officer cheerfully. Along with the other two
cops, she reached down and dragged Daniel to his feet. He could barely stand
on his own in his weakened state, and he continued to sob with terror and
anger and hurt and shame as the cops dragged him to the next circle of this
erotic hell.

As they dragged him out the door, leaving the sadistic Lieutenant behind,
Daniel cursed the day he decided he wanted to be a reporter.