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Sally "legs" Porter, as she was soon to be called, was a 30 something middle school science teacher they found at a restaurant alone one day. A 5' 5'' brunette with shoulder length hair and a voluptuous body, she had taken a couple weeks from work to get away from her fellow male teachers who discreetly hit on her and her male students, bursting with hormones that opening oggled her body, undressing her in their minds, wishing she would perform the vile acts they imagined in their dirty little minds. Raised from very traditional parents, she wore nothing but dresses wherever she went, loose summer dresses when the weather was warm and tight wool dresses when the weather turned cold, a trait, combined with her immaculate makeup and matching 2-inch heels, drove all males around her insane with lust upon gazing at her.

By anyone's standards, she was quite the catch but Officer Johnson saw nothing more than an endless set of legs that he wanted wrapped around them as they brutalized her. Already aroused by the site of her sitting alone with fresh makeup and in one of her shorter bright pink dresses, the officer's cock grew hard as she stood up to go to the restroom, the white heels which drew his eyes to her luscious bare legs which seemed to go on forever before disappearing behind the just too short hemline of her pink dress. Sighed as he took her full body in view, how the heels jutted her ass outwards, how she innately arched her back forwards so as to push out her modest bosom's in what seemed like a vain attempt to make them seem larger than they actually were. A man of great sexual experience, having had a hand in breaking many of the policewomen at the precinct, Officer Johnson felt a bit of cum escape his rock hard cock when Sally sauntered off, her entire body swaying with each step of her heels.

Definitely a tease, Johnson thought to himself as Sally disappeared behind the door of the women's restroom as he stroked his cock through the pocket in his pants, weighing his options in his mind. There was hell to pay to the boss from breaking the strict protocol set out of 2 girls max in "training" at any given time, the risk being offered as a sacrificial lamb to the provincial policemen that were always suspicious of their precinct due to near constant rate of "disappearances" of beautiful tourists, and the steady stream of suspiciously similar looking policewomen that filled their precinct. While the bribe money and "promotions" awarded to some of the girls were enough to keep the heads at bay, it could never hurt to offer someone up from time to time to keep the locals at bay, and for the boss to pocket a month's worth of bribe money. While this risk weighed on his mind, the fresh imagine of Sally Porter urged him to take the risk. Everything about her teased him, from the makeup and bright red lipstick that was applied a little too heavily due to inexperience to the slightly ill-fitted dress that was a little too tight and low cut around the chest, revealing ample cleavage, whose sleeveless sides were just a little too wide, causing her bra straps to constantly slip out from her shoulders while also revealing the top part of her baby blue bra band under her armpits. Then there was the skirt, he thought, whose length was just the right length to tease but not reveal, neither long enough to give the impression she was a proper women, but also just short enough to be revealing when she sat down. Just the length to tease that one stray breeze of the wind or misstep of her heels would reveal the undergarments that stood between him and her virgin prize. For he was certain she was virgin the more he thought about it, everything about her had an air of innocence that he ached to defile, the way she naively arched her back to emphasize her breasts even as she sat down while blushing slightly and her emerald eyes darting around nervously as she played with her freshly curled brunette hair, hoping to avoid meeting the gaze of the many locals in the nearby bar that were openly oggling her. The way her body swayed as she walked gave the impression that while she had some experience at walking in heels, she was no expert and definitely had little to no experience in the 3inch pink heels that she was wearing now, each step unsure and uncertain, causing her entire body to sway rather than her body.

He had to have her, Johnson finally decided, as he found that his gentle stroking had turned to frantic pumping as his imagination continued to wander. An image flashed into his mind of poor little Sally on bruised knees, legs chained together to prevent movement, those emerald eyes watering at she was forced to look up at him as she serviced his cock, the red lipstick smeared across her mouth from the countless mouth rapes she had to endure, her mascera and eye shadow running down the length of her face from the countless tears she shed when he entered her for the first time and took her hard protected virginity from her in the most undignified way possible. As he came in the condom he wore in his pants in case he wanted a quick "training session" with any of the girls at the precinct, Officer Johnson tried to hold that image in his mind as long as he could. The sweaty and matted hair, which the brunette curls sticking to part of her face from multiple cumshots, her dress's neckline elongated and torn open, to reveal her perspiring breasts, her cum stained baby blue bra discarded to the side of her cell, her skirt, hiked up around the hem so as to provide easy access to her defiled snatch, now leaking blood and cum from the multiple rapings it had to endure. Then there were the heels, no longer the whimpy 3inch heels that Sally currently wore, but instead the 6-inch pumps that he so affectionately named "rape shoes" he used to use on his old partner. He had to have her, he thought as he finished shooting his ample load into his now filled condom, had to see how she would squirm and cry as he would stare into her eyes as he took her virginity, then rape her from behind as she would struggle to maintain balance under the crushing pain of the 6-inch heels she would be forced to wear. The possibilities for defilement were endless in his mind, as he flushed the used condom down the toilet, instantly becoming hard when the thought of the endless possibilities her tight asshole represented sent him into another lustful spiral.

At that moment he had made up his mind, he would bring her in for "questioning", confident that once the boss and his coworkers got a glimpse of her quivering body, they would understand why he had to take violate protocols. Sure, the boss might take her as his own to break and own for a couple of months at worst, and he would most likely have to share her with the rest of the force even after that but it was better to get some of the pie rather than none... besides the boss owed him after his last partner was "promoted" to work directly under the provincial chief of police, a pretty little asian thing that he forced into a little black dress and whore makeup at all times that never stopped crying during the rapes even after one year, he'd been saving the favor just for an occasion like this... maybe it was time to call it in. His mind made up, he strode confidently into out of the bathroom, handcuffs in hand. Struggling to keep his composure, he calmly explained to poor little Sally how there was a warrant out for the arrest of someone who matched her description, how he was sure she wasn't the actual thief but would need her to come down with him to the precinct to clear things up anyways. The image flashed in his mind again as he looked down into her eyes, his eyes lingering on her cleavage rising and falling rapidly as she hyperventilated, each inhale expanding her ample chest and each exhale revealing the baby blue bra cups she wore. Resisting every urge to take her "for a ride" as he ran his hands through her body to search her, he couldn't resist having his hands linger on her waist just below the breasts nor could he seeing how far he could rub up her skirt before she protested. Confirming his belief of her innocence, Johnson had to resist every urge to come again in his pants as he pressed her close to his body, making sure his hard on cock rubbed was against her panties as he guided her to the police car.

"Thank you officer", Sally said as she tried to smile, more out of relief that she was no longer being held by the officer, struggling to compose herself from the trembling. "I hope this mixup can be cleared up soon."
"No problem ma'am", officer Johnson replied his cock raging to the point of bursting after being massaged by Sally's as he smiled back ... never before had one of his victims thanked him for the ordeal ahead. "I hope this mix up gets cleared up soon too, I'd hate to keep you from your vacation". Johnson knew full well that she wouldn't be leaving unscathed from this, for if the boss forced him to let her go, he would keep her as his own side pet for as long as she would satisfy his cock.

So how do you guys want to have this go? Would you want Officer Johnson to do it by the books and take her in for "questioning". Or would you rather have him do some private "questioning" of his own?