Busted, Part III
By The Timid Freshman
Before Daniel is interrogated by Captain Tricia of the ESU campus police, she and her officers are going to have a little fun with him!


Daniel's head swam as the three scantily-clad policewomen dragged his naked
body down the hall. He had just been through the most humiliating ordeal of
his life, and it looked like this erotic nightmare was far from over. The
curvaceous police Lieutenant who had just forced him to swallow his own cum
had ordered him to be taken to the interrogation room, where Captain Tricia
wanted to "have a few words with him." After being stripped naked, molested,
and debased by the officers of Captain Tricia's all-female campus police
department, he could only imagine what she had planned for him herself.
Whatever it was, it would involve him being "strapped down," as the Lieutenant
had ordered. He was not looking forward to it.

As the three sexy female officers dragged him along, he tried desperately to
process what was happening to him. This had to be Tina Cox's doing. It
couldn't be a coincidence that he had been arrested immediately after
documenting the secret goings-on at the Delta Delta Delta sorority. She had
caught him making a photographic record of her dominating ways. He had run
away as soon as she had discovered him, and as he sprinted across campus, he
had though himself home-free. But that dominating bitch must have called for
backup, he realized. Backup that came in the form of the conquering Amazons of
the ESU police force. Now that he was being subjected to the same treatment as
that poor schmuck in the basement of Delta house, he knew the rumours that he
had been following for the past several months had to be true. There did exist
a secret society of dangerous women who subdued and dominated men against
their will--or at least there was at Empire State University, at any rate. And
if the campus police force was in on it, there was no telling who else was
involved. How far up did it go? Faculty? Administration? Or higher still, out
into the rest of the city, the state, the country? There was no telling. For
that matter, how long had this been going on? Delta Delta Delta had been part
of the Greek system for years; decades, in fact. Could the secret subjugation
of the male gender bit by bit go back as far as the sorority itself?

As a reporter, he desperately wanted to print the truth. But after tonight,
who would ever believe him? His camera had been confiscated by the cops; he
had no evidence left. No one would believe him over the Captain of the campus
police. His insides burned with anger as he realized that when this horrible
night was over, if he even managed to survive it, there was absolutely nothing
that he could do. He had two choices. He could start back at square one,
although now that they were on to him, it was likely he'd never be able to
find any evidence again. Or, he could run away, never look back, and do his
best to forget that this night ever happened.

But would he be allowed to forget? He remembered the first rumours he had
heard that led him on this hunt for the truth in the first place. According to
some of the stories, men didn't just "get away" when the women were through
with them. Quite the contrary, they seemed to be made into submissives for
life, obeying the whims of their dominant mistresses for the rest of their
days. Daniel couldn't allow this to happen to himself, he just couldn't! Even
if they broke his body, he must keep his spirit burning alive inside him,
somehow.

At any rate, this ordeal was far from over. And keeping his wits about him was
proving more and more difficult; these dominating female cops were seeing to
that. The traumatic ordeal the Lieutenant had put him through had made him too
weak to even consider fighting back, and even if he did, what could he, a
naked nineteen-year-old college student, do against an entire station of
deadly female warriors, armed to the teeth with batons, nightsticks, tasers,
and firearms? At this rate, he'd be lucky if they even let him go at all.

I just have to survive, he though to himself. Whatever they do to me, I just
have to survive.

He was repeating this thought to himself over and over again as the officers
dragged him into another room at the end of the hallway. Inside, there was
nothing but a cold metal table and a cold metal chair. At the far end of the
room was a giant mirror that took up most of the wall. Daniel had seen enough
cop shows to know that this was two-way glass. His interrogation would be
observed by who knew how many policewomen on the other side. The female
officers led him around the table, and sat him down in the chair. The metal
was cold against his naked rear end, and made him flinch. The officers
proceeded to secure him in place by use of more plastic ties. They tied each
ankle to a chair leg, so that his legs were spread out. This left his genitals
exposed and vulnerable, his balls hanging just over the edge of the chair
seat. They then tied his arms behind him, securing his wrists to the back of
the chair. Even if he were at full strength, there was no way he could defend
himself at all now.

Finally, when he was completely strapped down and totally helpless, they
leaned over him, giving him one last glorious view of their beautiful
cleavage.

"This is where we say good-bye," smiled the blonde cop, and leaning down, she
kissed Daniel on the cheek.

"Don't worry, though," said the brunette, running her fingers through his
hair. "There are plenty more of our friends who want to play with you." She
giggled.

The Latin cop made an obscene hand gesture and laughed cruelly in Daniel's
face. The other two joined in the laughter, and they turned and walked out
together, side-by-side, hands in each other's back pockets, their beautiful
asses swinging back and forth as they walked away. They shut and locked the
door behind them, once again leaving Daniel alone and helpless.

So this was what happened when you got too close to the truth. Daniel frowned
and cursed himself for ever following up on that rumour in the first place, or
at least for not taking precautions beforehand. Hindsight was twenty-twenty,
he supposed.. But now he was here in what seemed like a hopeless situation,
and he had to figure out what to do with the cards he had been dealt. This was
the moment of truth. Would he agree to bury the story, or would he stick to
his journalistic ethics? He was still trying to decide when the door burst
open.

Captain Tricia strode into the room, flanked by two other officers. For the
first time, Daniel got a good look at her standing up. His initial suspicions
about her height were now proven correct. She was indeed very tall--at least
5'10", which was a few inches taller than Daniel. But the black, thigh-high,
PVC platform boots she wore added several inches to her height, making her
well over six feet. If Daniel were standing up on his tiptoes, Captain Tricia
would still tower over him. The effect was extremely intimidating.

Her miniskirt was black, and shimmered under the cold fluorescent lights of
the room, leading Daniel to think it was either latex or patent leather. It
was short enough so that it left several inches of her smooth, athletic thighs
visible between the hem of her skirt and the top of her boots. All together,
she was a vision of sexy, terrifying beauty.

The next officer was much shorter than the Captain, and had a petit figure not
unlike that of the brunette cop who had anally probed Daniel earlier in the
evening. But this new cop was Asian, with long, jet-black hair, and fair,
exotic features. Her uniform was also similar to that of the brunette cop's,
although hers was black instead of navy blue, and instead of tiny shorts, she
wore a tiny miniskirt that showed off her beautiful legs. Her sleeves were
short, and on her right bicep, there was an exotic tattoo of a red Chinese
dragon. Her boots were black PVC like Captain Tricia's, but rather than
platform heels, she wore stiletto heels instead.

The last officer in the room shut the door behind her. She was tall, almost as
tall as Captain Tricia, but where Tricia was slender and athletic, this cop
was incredibly voluptuous and stacked like a brick house. Her breasts were
enormous, double-D's at least, if not E's or F's, and barely contained in the
tiny blue jumpsuit she wore. She easily had the most magnificent cleavage
Daniel had ever seen. Her jumpsuit made Daniel think of a one-piece swimsuit,
as it had no pants to speak of; from the waist down it offered the same
coverage as a bikini bottom. Her legs were clad in fishnet stockings, and
black platform-heeled shoes completed the ensemble. While the Captain and the
Asian officer wore their hair down, this buxom beauty kept hers pinned up
inside of her policewoman's cap, leaving her elegant neck bare.

She locked the door behind her, and then she and the Asian cop took flanking
positions on either side of the table. Captain Tricia, however, strode
purposely around the table, closing the distance between Daniel and herself.
She then crouched down, so that she was almost eye-level with him. She didn't
say a word. Daniel stared up at her, fear in his eyes. Tricia met his gaze,
smiled down at him, and reaching between his legs, she took his balls in her
hand. She then began to squeeze.

Daniel cried out in anguish, his whole body jerking within his bonds. Never
had he felt pain like this before. Like most men, he had had an accident here
or there, where some errant object might strike him accidentally in that
region. But that was always over quickly. Not this. Captain Tricia's
punishment of his balls kept going, with no indication of when, or even if,
the pressure on his sensitive testicles would let up.

He continued to wail in agony, and Tricia smiled wider. She brought a finger
to her lips, signaling him to be quiet, and increased the pressure. It felt
like she was about to crush his balls like grapes between her fingers! At
first, Daniel could not help but cry even louder, but as the Captain squeezed
his balls tighter and tighter, he got the message--the louder he screamed, the
more it would hurt. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to internalize the
intense pain, managing to keep from crying out any more. His obedience was
rewarded when Tricia let up some of the pressure, but she continued to
compress his balls, and it continued to hurt like hell. The other officers
smiled down at him as he was forced to undergo the ball torture for several
more seconds. Finally, Captain Tricia let go, and he gasped for air, his chest
rising and falling as a dull pain spread throughout his midsection.

Tricia stood up and leaned against the table. She watched as Daniel struggled
to recover from her punishment for a few moments. Then, reaching into her back
pocket, she retrieved a small, silver, rectangular object. Even through his
pain-induced delirium, Daniel recognized it as his digital camera.

"So," she said casually, as if striking up a conversation on a street corner.
"You like to take pictures of girls in basements, do you?"

Daniel glared up at her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, fear and hatred
mixing with the pain in his body; being fueled by it.

Completely nonplussed, Captain Tricia extended her foot, lightly pressing the
toe of her boot against Daniel's scrotum. He flinched violently; after the
ball-busting she had just put him through, even this small amount of pressure
caused him pain. "I'll ask you again," she said. "Do you like to take pictures
of girls in basements?"

Snorting through his nose, Daniel shook his head frantically, but Captain
Tricia did not release the pressure. Instead, she pressed harder, and his eyes
popped as he forced himself not to cry out in pain.

"Look in your heart, Danny," she said in a patronizing tone. "I think you know
the correct answer." Having no other choice but to tell her what she wanted to
hear, Daniel began nodding his head up and down, but Tricia increased the
pressure again. "I can't hear you, Kiddo," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," Daniel whispered hoarsely, and to his relief, the Captain
finally removed her boot from his balls.

She shook her head, making a "tch-tch-tch" sound with her tongue. "Oh, Danny,"
she sighed. "I do hate to see little perverts such as yourself running around
unchecked. Dirty little boys like you never think about the consequences of
their actions. If you did, maybe you wouldn't have ended up in here with us."
She waved her hand around, indicating the room they were in. Leaning forward,
she said in a whisper, "Curiosity killed the cat, Danny."

The other officers laughed and clapped, teasing him with meowing sounds and
taunting calls of "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!"

Captain Tricia enjoyed their mocking for a few more seconds, and then raised
her hand, signaling for silence. "Good little boys mind their own business,"
she continued. "But you're a bad little boy, Danny. You poked your nose where
it didn't belong. You didn't stop and thought about how others might feel
about having themselves photographed. After all, how would you feel if I took
photos of you in your current predicament?" And as if to emphasize her point,
she lifted up his camera, pointed it at him, and began snapping pictures.
Daniel's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she continued to document his
wounded, beaten, and dominated state. But this only made Tricia smile as she
continued to take pictures of him with his own camera. "I mean, imagine if
these pictures ended up online?" she said, and the other officers snickered.
"How embarrassing would that be?"

In spite of his position, Daniel glared defiantly up at her. "People would
know I'm being held against my will," he said, his voice ragged and hoarse.

Tricia sighed and lowered the camera. She looked over at the Asian cop. "He
does have a point," she shrugged. "He really doesn't look very happy. It makes
for a very poor picture."

The Asian cop smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Oh, I can fix that, Captain," she
said slyly. Walking around the table, she approached Daniel's chair. Looking
down at him, she winked flirtatiously, and then sank to her knees. Daniel
could not help but be captivated by her beautiful features: her full lips, her
delicate nose, her almond eyes. Sighing softly, she placed her hands on his
thighs. Gently and tenderly, she began to rub them, sliding her hands all the
way up and down the length of his thighs, from his hips to his knees. Daniel
could not deny that it felt really nice, and even a little comforting, but she
wasn't done yet.

Staring deep into his eyes the entire time, and continuing to rub his thighs,
the beautiful Asian policewoman lowered her head. Slowly, she brought her
plump, pink lips within inches of his flaccid penis. And then, gently and
softly, she began to blow on the head of his dick.

Daniel gasped in shocked pleasure as her cool breath tickled the skin of his
penis, raising goosebumps along the bell glans. But she didn't stop there.
Slowly and deliberately, she extended her tongue, and began to give the tip of
his penis little flicks, concentrating on the eye of his dickhead. Her wet
tongue sent shocks of pleasure into its target with every touch. But even
then, she wasn't finished. Slowly licking her lips, making sure Daniel saw
everything she did, she began to touch them to his dickhead, kissing it softly
and slowly, massaging it with her lips. She kissed and sucked and licked, and
even gave it soft little bites with the edges of her teeth.

It was too much for him to take. Completely out of his control, his stimulated
organ began to ascend, guided the entire way by the expert ministrations of
the gorgeous Asian policewoman. As it rose and inflated, she continued to lick
it, as if she was licking it to full attention, her hot, wet tongue sliding up
the underside of the shaft, her plump, wet lips encircling the head, sucking
it like the end of a popsicle. Daniel moaned in unexpected pleasure, even as
he was still feeling the pain from Captain Tricia's ball-busting. But this
Asian beauty was now in complete control of his penis, and by extension, the
pleasure centers of his brain. Before long, it was standing fully erect, as
stiff as a board, desperate for more stimulation. But the Asian cop left him
wanting, backing away from his dick once it had become fully engorged,
giggling softly, and returning to her place at Captain Tricia's side.

"Better now?" she asked.

Tricia grinned. "Well done, officer!" she smiled, and resumed her
documentation of Daniel's wounded, beaten, dominated, and now extremely
aroused state. "He looks much happier to be here now. I wish we could do
something about that face, though..." she made a mock pouting expression. "So
sad!" she said in baby-talk.

"Leave that to me, Captain," said the busty officer on her right. She walked
around Daniel, her breasts bouncing with every step, until she was standing
directly behind him. Leaning down, she placed her palms on his chest and began
slowly sliding them down his torso, continuing to lean forward until her
massive breasts were pressing against the back of his head. Then, positioning
her fingertips over his ribs, she began to tickle him.

Daniel's body jumped and twisted. He was extremely ticklish, and he could not
stop himself from laughing out loud, in spite of all his fear and hate. The
sensations were overwhelming, and the cop refused to let up. Captain Tricia
kept snapping pictures as he laughed out loud. "He looks so happy!" exclaimed
Tricia. "He can't resist you, Lieutenant Gianna!"

"Oh, I can't resist him, either," Gianna laughed, continuing to tickle him
relentlessly. "He's a real cutie."

"He sure is," Tricia agreed. She turned to the Asian cop. "Why don't we take
some more incriminating pictures?" she suggested. The Asian cop smiled
knowingly and approached Daniel again, once again sinking to her knees.
Captain Tricia looked back at Daniel, smiling at him cruelly. "Something we
can send to his girlfriend, maybe."

"NO!" Daniel shouted through his laughter, but it was to no avail. The
beautiful Asian cop leaned down, and once again she wrapped her soft lips
around his penis. But this time, she took his entire dick into her mouth,
deep-throating him. Her moist lips enveloped the shaft, and her hot tongue
slid up and down the underside. She then began to hum softly, sending shocks
of vibration through his rock-hard cock. As Lieutenant Gianna backed away, his
laughter was replaced by uncontrollable gasps of ecstasy, and then by laughter
again, as the Asian cop reached up and began to tickle him where Gianna had
left off.

"Oh, his girlfriend will love these," Captain Tricia laughed as she documented
Daniel's non-consensual blowjob, which was—unfortunately for him—starting to
look very consensual. "We should send copies to his mom, too."

"No!" Daniel protested, laughing uncontrollably as the Asian woman tickled his
ribs and sucked his cock. "Please, please don't!"

"Hey, I have a better idea," said Gianna. "Back off and let me at him for a
bit."

The Asian officer obeyed, allowing Daniel's dick to slide out of her mouth.
She stood up and took her place back at Tricia's right side, as Lieutenant
Gianna circled back around Daniel and stood in front of him. Smiling down at
him, she then slowly began a striptease.

Daniel's eyes widened significantly. He couldn't believe what he was seeing,
and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her voluptuous, intoxicating body. She
started with her stockings, slowly peeling them off one at a time. She draped
them flirtatiously over Daniel's shoulders. Then, she removed her belt and
wrapped it around his waist, leaning forward so that her massive boobs were
right in his face. Daniel's breath was heavy as she buckled the belt behind
the chair, strapping him more securely into it. Once the belt was tightly
buckled around his waist, she stood up straight again. As Daniel watched
wide-eyed, she opened her jumpsuit, allowing her naked breasts to spill out
before him.

They were magnificent. Huge and round and bountiful, with big pink areolae and
perky nipples. They swung and bounced as Lieutenant Gianna shimmied out of her
jumpsuit, and within moments, it had fallen to the floor, leaving her
completely naked in front of him, here entire supple body exposed. Stepping
out of her discarded uniform, she removed her policewoman's cap and tossed it
aside, allowing her hair to fall out in two adorable pigtails over her bare
shoulders. She then leaned over, so that her pendulous breasts once again hung
inches from his face. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she began to lower
herself onto his lap.

Daniel couldn't believe what was about to happen. Somehow, it hadn't occurred
to him while Gianna was stripping, but now he guessed the terrible truth. He
was about to be raped! This gorgeous, stacked policewoman was actually going
to rape him! As if he hadn't suffered enough humiliation, now he would suffer
the ultimate humiliation! He felt like he had somehow fallen into a bizarre
mirror universe, where instead of protecting the public from sex offenders,
the police themselves were the rapists! And instead of hapless female victims
falling prey to cruel, animalistic males, it was the men who had to beware of
the sex-crazed females!

And worst of all, there was nothing he could do about it! Tied securely to the
chair, he could not fight back, or run, or move at all. And there was no way
he could cause his penis to deflate; Lieutenant Gianna's amazing body was too
much for him to handle; as horrified as he was, he was still way too aroused
by her intoxicating curves. And sure enough, as if it were happening in slow
motion, he felt his stiff, quivering penis slide into her waiting, hungry
vagina. The folds of her hot, wet flesh enveloped him, and she impaled herself
fully upon his cock, taking the entirety of it into herself. He had now
officially become a rape victim.

"Are you getting all this, Captain?" she laughed, turning to look back at
Captain Tricia.

"Oh, yes," smiled Tricia, and she got up and began to circle the two of them,
taking pictures from many different angles. "These are great. Try putting your
tits in his face."

Winking at Tricia, Gianna obeyed, leaning forward and burying Daniel's face
between her massive breasts. They completely enveloped him, soft and warm and
supple. Her vagina contracted and relaxed, contracted and relaxed around his
penis, squeezing it repeatedly. Daniel hovered on the edge of consciousness,
completely overwhelmed by this big, beautiful woman.

After snapping a few more pictures, Captain Tricia lowered the camera. "I
think we have enough photos for now," she said.

Lieutenant Gianna leaned back, letting light back into Daniel's world. She
stuck her bottom lip out. "I wanna finish the ride," she pouted.

Tricia sighed, but then smiled at her Lieutenant. "Oh, very well. But please
be quick about it. I need to find out what he knows."

Grinning widely, Gianna saluted her boss. "Aye aye, oh Captain my Captain!"
she said brightly, and turning back to Daniel, she began to thrust her hips up
and down, fucking him hard, riding his cock like a mechanical bull. Her bosom
heaved as she raped her helpless victim, rocking the chair back and forth with
every thrust. "You better not cum!" she warned Daniel as she pounded him like
a piece of raw meat. "If you cum, I'll kick your little candy ass!" Daniel
gulped, knowing that she was deadly serious. She leaned forward so that her
mammoth mammaries pressed against Daniel's naked chest, rubbing against him as
she fucked him.

As humiliating as this violation was, it was impossible for Daniel not to be
aroused. Her hot body enveloping him, her beautiful breasts bouncing against
him; it was becoming difficult to obey her command and hold back his orgasm.
But the last thing he wanted was a repeat of what had happened earlier, when
the other voluptuous Lieutenant had brought him to climax, only to beat and
humiliate him immediately after. Indeed, if that curvaceous cop hadn't emptied
his seed less than half an hour before, Daniel knew he wouldn't be able to
keep himself from spilling it into this gorgeous creature. As it was, though,
he was managing to hold it in.

"Oooooh, I'm getting close!" squealed Lieutenant Gianna. Daniel was grateful
for this; he didn't think he could keep from climaxing much longer. But then
something happened that banished all thoughts of orgasm from his mind. As
Gianna continued to rough-ride him, he felt her hand at his waist, reaching
into the belt she had tied around him. When she had found what she was looking
for, she leaned back, opening up the space between them. And then, to Daniel's
horror, as she thrust her hips faster than ever, she held up a taser. Daniel's
eyes widened in terror as she pressed the firing button, causing a tiny blue
ribbon of electricity to crackle between the prongs. What was she going to do
with that?

She was closer than ever to orgasm now, and threw her head back, shouting to
the ceiling. She gasped and squealed, and the chair rocked so hard that Daniel
though they were fall over. "Yes, yes, yes!" she shouted. "Oh, oh, yes, oh
yes!" She gasped for breath, moaning in ecstasy. "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" she yelled.
"OH OH OH OH OH YEAAAAH!" she screamed, and as her climax began, she jabbed
the taser violently into Daniel's chest, sending painful volts of electricity
cascading through his body.

Daniel yelped out loud, his entire body convulsing in pain as the electricity
pulsed through every inch of him, setting his nerves on fire. It felt like
every muscle he had was seizing up all at once, and he felt completely
paralyzed. Within microseconds it had traveled all the way through his body,
and it was as if it was rocketing straight up his penis and into Gianna's
vagina, where it intensified her orgasm exponentially. She shook and convulsed
along with Daniel, her vaginal muscles contracting tightly around his penis,
every nerve in her body singing with pleasure.

She only held the taser on him for about a second and a half, but as stars
flashed in the corners of his eyes, it felt like an eternity. As the shock
overcame them both, decreasing its impact by half, Lieutenant Gianna tossed
the taser aside. Daniel heard it clatter to the floor, though it sounded as if
it were coming from miles away. He felt like everything around him was slowing
down; were the lights dimming? Why were they dimming the lights?

As her orgasm reached its conclusion, Lieutenant Gianna planted her feet flat
against the floor. Pressing down hard, she practically leaped off of him, and
his penis flew out of her with a pop. The sudden movement caused the chair to
finally overturn, sending it crashing to the ground. But Daniel barely felt
the impact as he stared up at the ceiling. A tingling numbness was spreading
throughout his entire body.

"Oh, Gianna," said Tricia's exasperated voice. To Daniel, it sounded as if he
was underwater, and she was far away, above the surface. "If I had known you
were going to taser him..."

"Sorry, Cap," answered Gianna's voice. It was so muffled; Daniel could hardly
hear her. "Just got carried away, I guess. Won't happen again."

Everything was going dark. Daniel felt unconsciousness overtaking him.

"Well, you've gone and done it now," came the fainter-than-ever sound of the
Captain's annoyed voice. "He's passing out." It was the last thing Daniel
heard before his world plunged into complete darkness and silence.