WPC James Captured and Raped (Policewoman Story)

[Ambush-predator]

I searched and found an excellent story, "The Long Legs of the Law" by Doghead_2000, but it doesn't seem to form part of any site or forum. I was able to print it off but not copy and paste.

[clairecocked]

Originally Posted by Ambush-predator

I searched and found an excellent story, "The Long Legs of the Law" by Doghead_2000, but it doesn't seem to form part of any site or forum. I was able to print it off but not copy and paste.

It was a typical warm summers evening around the area of London's Albert Docks, with the heat of the day's sun still radiating from the roads and buildings adding to the warm evening breeze. Katie and Susan were patrolling the area on foot, checking that the various offices and warehouses were safe and securely locked up for the night, and generally keeping their eyes out for anything out of the usual.

They were patrolling as a pair, in line with the Metropolitan Police's policy about not allowing female officers to patrol alone after dark for their own safety. Both were wearing the usual modern day uniforms for women police officers consisting of a battledress style tunic top with trousers and an equipment belt, the days of women officers wearing skirts were long gone, except for use with their dress uniforms on formal occasions. They had started their duty at eight this evening, and it was now nearly half past ten. Except for a break later back at the police station they would be on patrol until six-tomorrow morning.

Sergeant Susan Walker was aged twenty-nine and had been a policewoman since she left the Police College at Hendon seven years previously. It had taken her six years to prove herself and gain the three chevron stripes that now embellished the sleeves of her tunic jacket. To get ahead so quickly, she had had to forgo the usual social life of a young woman, putting her job before boyfriends, socialising and marriage. She lived alone in her own house and her life revolved completely around her chosen profession.

Constable Katie (Katherine) Bell was aged twenty-three and had only left the police college a year ago. This was her first posting at a station, and the first time that she had lived away from home in London. She shared a flat with two other young policewomen at one of the forces police houses for un-married officers. Before joining the police she had lived with her parents in their large house in Warwickshire. She was the product of an upper-class family, a convent education and finishing school, and a graduate from Cambridge University. She had owned her own horse and had been a regular competitor at Gymkhanas and Horse-shows. She surprised all her family when she had announced that she was going to give up her social position to join the police force.

The patrol so far had gone without incident, being a Tuesday night the streets were pretty quiet with very few people around, so the girls had chatted as they had walked along while they carried out their duties. Later things might liven up a bit, when the pubs in the area start closing and chucking their customers out. Even their radios had been quiet this evening, only sounding off when the station checked on them, once in every hour.

They were walking down a narrow road with lock-up garages and storage units on each side of the road when they heard some noises coming from down one of the narrow side alleyways. The whole area was badly lit, with some very weak old-fashioned streetlights, their illumination hardly making any inroads into the alleyway. However there was the reflection of some light further down towards the back of the alleyway from some other source.

The two policewomen cautiously started to make their way down the alley to investigate. They didn't call anything in to the station on the radio, because if it turned out to be nothing, it would make them look silly, something the male officers would not let them forget for months. However as they moved down the alleyway, both girls held onto their radio sets ready to call in if necessary.

As they neared the end of the alleyway, where it branched out in a couple of different directions, they heard a strange intermittent hissing sound. They turned the corner in the direction of the sound, one hand on their radios and one hand on the truncheons in their belts.

They came across the large wall at the back of a warehouse. Two boys, not much older than sixteen were using cans of various colour spray paints to paint mural graffiti all across the face of the brickwork. The two girls relaxed a bit and let go of their truncheons and radios, these two young lads posed no real threat to the girls with their police training.

They walked over closer to the boys before making their presence known to them. Susan spoke out, and asked the boys what they thought they were doing. The lads spun round and dropped the cans that they were holding on the ground at her words. They stared at the two officers with guilty looks on their faces, but kept quiet. Susan started to lecture them about vandalism, damage to property, being out this late at night on their own and anything else she could think of. Although the boys were breaking the law, their actions were so common-place that it was not worth the trouble of arresting them, besides due to their ages, they would probably be let off with a caution back at the station anyway. Susan was satisfied to send the boys off home with a flea in their ears.

The girls were so engrossed with laying the law down for the boys, that they failed to notice movements in the shadows behind them in the alley slowly getting closer and closer.

Suddenly the girls both found themselves sprawled out on the ground with a number of bodies on their backs. Nine youths, aged between fifteen and eighteen had leapt out of the shadows and onto their backs, knocking them to the ground. The girls taken completely by surprise, had the wind knocked out of them, their hands had been seized so that they could not reach the radios to call for assistance.

Roaming hands removed their utility belts, taking all the girl's equipment with them, including their radios, handcuffs and truncheons. Old dirty rags were forced into the girl's mouths to stop them shouting out, and then a couple of old Hessian flower sacks, that were lying around in the alley, were placed over their heads to act as makeshift blindfolds.

Young Katie felt hands groping at the waist of her trousers and then they were suddenly dragged down her legs to her ankles. Someone gave the cheeks of her arse a whopping great smack with the flat of their hand, which made her eyes smart inside the Hessian sack. Then she felt her panties and tights also being dragged down her legs to expose her naked arse to her attackers. Again the flat of a hand smacked down, this time on the cheeks of her bare arse, she would have screamed out at the sharp stinging pain in her rear if it wasn't for the dirty rags in her mouth.

Other hands were also removing Susan's trousers and underwear, hands roaming over the naked contours of her butt cheeks and thighs at will, pinching and kneading the shapely tender flesh now exposed. Fingers parted her cheeks and probed her anus, and then delved down below to check out the lips of her pussy between her closed legs.

After the boys had satisfied themselves by having a good look and grope of the women's derrieres, a couple of old forty-five gallon oil drums were rolled over from a rubbish area near a skip. String and nylon packing case bands were also produced from amongst the alley debris. The two police officers were carried over to the barrels, and each of them was laid backwards over a barrel with her back arched over its curved side. The girl's trousers and tights were completely removed from their legs, and then their wrists and ankles were secured using the string and the nylon bands. The latter had been passed under the barrel at each end so that the string around their limbs could be attached.

When the boys were finished the women were naked from the waist down and spread-eagled backwards over the barrels with their legs and arms spread out wide. The boys surrounded young Katie and one of the older boys undid her tunic coat and opened it up wide. He next took hold of her uniform shirt and ripped it open so that some of the buttons tore off, again he opened the material wide and let it drop down along her sides. Underneath she was wearing a lacy black bra that only just covered her generously proportioned breasts, which were straining the material even more due to the way her back was being arched.

The boy took hold of the material at her cleavage and gave a sudden powerful upward yank, the bra's flimsy material immediately gave up the effort of resisting him and came away in his hand. Then he stood back so that all the boys could feast their eyes on the girl's charms. Some of the younger boys were completely goggle-eyed at the sight before them, as they had never seen a naked female before, except in the case of some who had seen the pictures in elicit adult magazines.

Yet here in front of them was a real naked defenceless woman, her head covered, but her large breasts exposed with the round pointed nipples pointing upwards. Flat smooth skin covered her rib cage and stomach, which led down to a small trimmed tuft of curly blond hair just above the junction of her legs. Her long shapely legs themselves spread out in front of them. In the valley created by her parted upper thighs were the pink fleshy lips of her trimmed pussy.

While the younger boys stared at the girls usually hidden charms, moving as close as possiable and reaching out tentatively with their fingers to touch a woman's sex for the first time, the older lad moved over to the barrel where Susan had been bound. Again he undid the tunic and shirt of the woman. However the sergeant's bra was a plainer white affair, one of those trainer bras that had the thick band of material that ran around the body underneath the cups. He had to reach behind her back and unhook the clasps before he could pull it away from her body by tearing the shoulder straps. The extra effort was worth it though, as her breasts were even larger than the first girls, big round solid mounds of female flesh, with massive swollen nipples at their centres. Although older, the woman's body was firm and athletic. Between her legs she had a thick mound of curly dark brown hair that continued down between her legs and around the lips of her pussy.

The younger boys came over to the older woman to get a good look at her naked charms as well. While prodding her body with their fingers and getting themselves a good feel, the boys started laughing and making crude jokes about the women's bodies, making comparisons between them and stating what they wanted to do with them. None of the boys were able to disguise the growing bulges appearing inside their trousers, even the youngest of them.

The oldest lad, a young West Indian who had just turned eighteen, was the first to drop his trousers to his knees. He had chosen Katie as his first victim. Standing between her legs, he dropped his pants and then lowered his underpants down to his thighs. The younger members of the gang watched with fascination as the youth's big black cock sprang out into his hand, erect, hard and ready for action. He shuffled forward and guided the head of his cock towards the blond girls pussy.

While the others watched, he suddenly jerked his hips forward, spearing the girl's cunt with his cock and impaling her sex as far as he could on the end of his young manhood. His face broke out into a smile and he turned to the others and said, "Man, that feels good, real good. She's one real tight white bitch." Then turning his attention back to the girl, he started to pump his cock in and out of her pussy with long slow strokes. While he fucked her cunt, he reached forward and took hold of her breasts with the palms of his big hands and started to knead the mounds of mammary flesh, squeezing hard and massaging them. As he felt the build up of an approaching orgasm in his loins, he started to pump his cock in and out of her body a faster and faster, while at the same time digging his fingers into her breasts and using them as handles to pull himself even deeper into her cunt on each plunging forward stroke.

The friction of his cock on the walls of the girl's virgina was bringing the big West Indian to the point of no return. Suddenly he stiffened and grabbed hold of her hips to hold himself deep inside her, as his cock twitched and deposited his sticky seed inside her cunt. The lads watching the rape cheered as he emptied his sperm sacks inside the bound policewoman's ravaged pussy until he withdrew his deflating cock.

One of the other boy's took his place immediately and plunged his personal meat prong into Katie's cunt and started to fuck her hole. Another one of the older boys dropped his pants between Sergeant Susan's legs, and then he rammed his erect cock up into the older woman's cunt and also started to fuck the police. For years they had been saying, "Fuck the police, or Sod the police." Now finally at last, that's just what they were doing for real, and it was bloody great.

One after the other all the boys fucked one of the policewomen. Some of the youngest ones with their first woman didn't last very long at all, shooting their loads into the girls pussies almost immediately that they had put their cocks up the girls cunts. Still some of the older, more experienced, ones made up for it by raping both of the women, taking their time and savouring the experiences.

When the gang were more or less finished raping the girls cunts, and they were just waiting for the last lad to finish ploughing into Susan, one of the younger boys was playing around with the girl's equipment belt. While he was messing about with one of their pairs of handcuffs he had an idea. He took the cuffs over to one of the older lads and explained. The older lad burst out laughing and slapped the lad on the back.

The older boy approached young Katie with the set of handcuffs; with one hand he grabbed hold of her large right breast and gave it a squeeze. Then he called another lad over to use both hands to squash the base of her breast together, making it as narrow as possiable where it met her chest. Opening one side of the cuffs he placed the two halves around the squeezed and distorted breast and forced the cuffs to close. The top of the breast and nipple were now swelling up like a balloon due to the breasts blood circulation being restricted by the narrow opening of the cuff. The boy then instructed the other breast to be squeezed so that he could apply the other side of the cuffs to that one. When they had finished both breasts were handcuffed and her tits were standing out swollen in front of her body.

The last lad had finished with Susan by this time so the second sets of handcuffs were attached to her even larger breasts. It was a lot harder to squeeze her breasts enough to get the law's metal bracelets to lock together around the base of her breasts, but the results were worth it as her tits stood out in front of her like a couple of soccer balls. After admiring their handiwork for a couple of minutes the gang started to yank on the small chains between the girls tits, painfully stretching their breasts even more. The girl's swollen breasts were slapped around and poked; their nipples were squeezed and twisted. If it wasn't for the dirty rags stuffed into the police officers mouths they would have been screaming their heads off at the agonising pain that the boys were causing them. This treatment went on until some of the gang were ready to once again fuck the girls.

One at a time, starting with Katie, the females were released and turned over to lie on their stomachs on top of the barrels; the string and bands were again used to tie them up as before, but with their arses now in the air. Their tunics and shirts were thrown up over their heads to leave them naked from shoulders to ankles. The young boys wasted no time in surrounding the girls to get a better look at their naked rear ends. They started to probe the girls with their fingers, spreading their cheeks to inspect the small butt holes. Some of the boys took great delight in spanking the girls arses with the palms of their hands, the blows getting harder and harder until the girls arses started to glow bright red.

Again it was the eldest boy who got the party going again, he stepped behind Susan and started to push his index finger into her anus up to the second knuckle. Once it was inside her, he started to wiggle it around and stretch the tight opening of her anus; he spat on his hand and worked the spittle into her hole to help lubricate it while he worked a second finger into the opening beside the first. When he was satisfied he dropped his trousers to release his already erect penis. Guiding the swollen head against her now partially stretched rectum he pushed forward. At first he could not force the massive head of his cock passed the sphincter muscles surrounding the hole, but then it gave and he was able to get the head inside the opening. Her anus was tight, very tight, even though he had opened her up a bit with his fingers.

Very slowly, savouring every tiny bit of movement in that tight sheaf, he pushed himself forwards into her rear passage. Finally his huge black cock was buried up in her arse so far, that his scrotum was resting against her already abused pussy lips below, the head of his cock was pressing deep into the girl's bowels. Slowly he started to pull himself out of her until only his cock's head was still in side her anus. Then he reversed direction and pushed himself back into her. Again and again he moved in and out of her, increasing his speed all the time as the tight passageway adjusted to his massive girth. Then he was fucking her arse with abandon, seeking his sexual release inside her butt.

One of the other boys had also mounted Katie's arse with his own engorged cock, he was pounding into her with all his strength, seeking his own eruption in her tight rectum, riding her bareback like a stallion on a mare. Neither of the girls had ever had anal sex before and both were screaming out silently into their enforced gags at the depraved attack of their most private parts, the pain that they both suffered, especially in the initial impalement of their anuses was excruciating. However all the boy's could hear was the occasional "Umph" from inside the sacks covering the girl's heads, and these sounds only spurred the boys on even more.

Each of the boy's sodomising the girl's arses were immediately replaced as soon as they had shot their cum up inside the females bowels. The younger ones eager to bury their cocks once more into female flesh and savour the delights of their rear entrances this time, all their fears and concerns now vanished after enjoying their first real fuck earlier.

By the time that the last of the boy's had satisfied their sexual urges and deposited their seed inside the police officers to join that of the rest of the gang, it was getting late. The older lads still wanted to leave their mark on the girls before they left though. They picked up the spray paint cans that had been dropped earlier and approached the two girls. Taking great care, and with deliberate strokes, the boys started to paint the girls bodies in a multitude of colours. The girl's backs, legs and buttocks, a canvas for the boys own special form of graffiti art, by the time that they had finished hardly any sign of white naked flesh could be still seen on the girls.

They were about to leave, leaving the girls where they were, bound across the barrels, when the lad who had been playing with their utility belts earlier came up with another idea. The gang burst into laughter at the suggestion and retrieved the two girls truncheons from their belts. One by one the thick ends of the weapons were inserted into the girls arses. Katie was first, the thick truncheon used as a big dildo and pushed into the sticky hole that was her rectum until only the handle and leather wrist strap was sticking out of her rear.

The second weapon was then pushed up into Susan's arse in the same manner. By the time the boy's did turn to walk out of the alley, the two police officers looked like a couple of painted ponies out of a children's book, their little tails sticking up in the air for all to see.

After the gang had departed, the girls were left in the silence of the alleyway. Each of them silently cursing and crying at the way they had been trapped and violently abused. Their bodies were sore and tender from the treatment that they had received. Both knew that their ordeal was not yet over. By now the station would have been alerted to their disappearance, and search parties would have been sent out to find them. They knew that when they were found in this embarrassing predicament, they would be the laughing stock of the force for years to come. Word would travel around the Metropolitan area like wildfire. Every single male officer would be sniggering behind their backs, either about how they were found or about how useless female officers were in general. Although the police would pull out every stop to trace the villains and punish them, it would not prevent all the smutty talk behind their backs.

The girls were lost in their own thoughts for about an hour before they thought they heard footsteps approaching them. Suddenly the two truncheons were pulled out of the girl's rectums with a loud squelching sound. However their bonds were not released. Instead they sensed the approach of someone between their legs. The next thing that they felt was an erect penis being rammed up into each of their cunts as someone else started to rape their defenceless pussies. There was no sound except for heavy breathing, as the invading cocks pounded their cunts. They felt the cocks reach orgasm and explode, but no cum was fired into their wombs to join that of the gangs sperm. The two penises were wearing rubber contraceptives. When the two cocks were withdrawn, the truncheons were again painfully shoved back into their arses, before they heard the footsteps disappear down the alleyway again.

Over the next couple of hours they were approached and either raped or sodomised about four more times in the same way, each time the truncheons were removed and replaced in their arses before who ever the culprits were had walked away. Each time condoms had been used so that no trace of seed was left inside the girl's bodies.

Finally at about five in the morning a woman police officer and her male colleague found them. An ambulance was called and they were released from the barrels. While they were taken to the hospital wrapped in blankets, the detectives started to check the scene and begin their investigations. They couldn't understand why it had took so long to find the girls, because the area had been flooded with officers since midnight when the station lost contact with them. Still some of these narrow alleyways were difficult to spot during the dark.

However, back at the station later, more than a few of the male officers had used the locker room showers before going home to their families. Some of them even had to wash off paint stains from their underpants before they left, for some strange reason.

[Mad Gerald]

Not seen this one before good story thank you Claire cocked for posting it - any more? grin MG

[Mad Gerald]

THE COPS BY MAD GERALD. For clairecocked - ENJOY

The contents of this story is of sexual nature and does involve blackmail, and non-consensual sex.

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FANTASY IS FANTASY! RAPE IS REAL AND HURTS PEOPLE AND DESTROYS LIVES KEEP THAT STRAIGHT IN YOUR HEAD!!

The North of England a Police Station . .

Mel was given the Skipton estate to patrol on her own. Manning shortages
the sarge had said she didn't want to do it.

"Oh Sarge why me?"

"Because it's your turn Mel"

"Look it would be better if the one of the other guys did it"

"What's the matter scared?"

"NO! I just don't want to go, one of you should do it yeah!"

"Well it's your turn so shut it and get out there yeah!"

Mel was plump, big 38DD tits, blonde streaky hair, 5'6" tall, She had a
good reason not to go she remembered last week. Her run in with Joey Sykes
and his gang outside the 'Paki shop' as they called it. She had warned them
off terrorizing poor Mr and Mrs Amal. She had stood her ground in front of
six or seven of his gang. All of them between 14 and 18. They stood in a
loose semi circle hurling abuse in front of her.

"What's it got to do with you fat sow!"

"Yeah! fuck off you fat sow!"

"Pigs out, pigs out! pigs out! PIGS TIT'S OUT!"

That was it she lost her temper and drew her night stick.

"Right GET OUT OF HERE YOU LOOSERS!" she yelled

"Or what? you gonna show us how you fuck yourself with that?"

She grabbed her radio "Station, Station, STATION AMAL SHOP OFFICER IN NEED OF ASSISTANCE! require backup immeadiate!"

They started to back off, Joey pointed at her viciously.

"You show your fuckin' face here again bitch! We'll fuck every hole you
got! every hole!"

then he ran off, she recalled one of them had a radio scanner. He had
grinned and and fiddled with it as she had called for assistance.

She mentioned it the Sarge later but he just shrugged. All she could
remember was Joey's viciously snarling face as he stabbed at her face with his finger.

They left the briefing room she chased after Paul one of the other coppers.

"Paul, Paul swap duties with us will you?"

"No c'mon Mel I know it's shit but we all have to do it"

"Go on please!"

"Fuckin' hell No for the last time, I got enough shit last time, and you
didn't do any of that stuff you said"

"I'M sorry paul, I will this time I promise"

"Unlucky! I fall for it once not twice!"

He walked off she grimaced and then went off to get her equipment and
helmet

Forty minutes later the police rapid response vehicle dropped her off on
Prince street and drove off. She looked about straightened her helmet and
pulled down her jacket. She did a radio check to make sure and set off. Her

dock martin shoes slapping against the wet pavement as she strode through
the estate. It was all quiet, 10pm.

Two of Joey's gang watched as her sturdy black stocking clad legs pass on
the other side of the hedge. Mac watched as steve checked the readings on
the scanner, he smiled. "Got it, she ain't getting no bloody backup
tonight" they both grinned.

WPC Slate turned into dean avenue and headed toward the blocks of flats.
gutted houses were on either side of her. Wrecked gardens, shattered
hedges. She felt watched. She looked about the dark streets. Behind her
she thought she saw figures.

She turned, but saw nothing, she shook her head and carried on.
She crossed the street to the road that went behind the Amal's shop.
She heard milk bottles rattle, startled she looked about. In a deserted
doorway across the street she could just make out three lads watching
her.

They grinned at her. She turned back, there were two more across
in another doorway. She kept going. As she entered the road behind
the shop she heard a noise and glanced over her shoulder. Coming
across the street behind her were about ten youths.

She grabbed her hand Mic. "Station? . . Station?" nothing she tried
again, the same just static. She could feel panic rising. She turned and
hurried away down the narrow road. Ahead of her she could just see
more lads coming toward her from the other end. Between her and
them was an alley.

She ran for it, they began to charge at her. She got there just before them. She ran headlong, her heavy frame pounding
down the unfamiliar path. All she could hear behind was their feet hammering after her. She snatched at her nightstick, pulling
it free.

The alley went around to the right, she fled down it, it opened
up into a concrete forecourt surrounded by derelict garages.
Their doors open or missing. There was no way out, she got to the
middle and slid to a halt panting, turning she grabbed at her handset.
Her big chest heaving in her black uniform jacket the buttons gaping
as she held it to her mouth.

"Station? Station!" nothing.

The gang slid to a stop filling the entrance to the forecourt they laughed.

They moved closer, she backed away.

"Station? STATION!" she heard mimicking her.

She looked about it was Joey stood in one of the garage doorways.

"Huh huh huh huh all . . . all of you go home or you'll be in trouble!"

"What's up Piggie can't you speak to all the other Piggies?"

Someone else stepped into the light it was the kid with the scanner, he
smiled.

"Remember what we said would happen?" Joey taunted.

"Fuck you you little Bastard!" She hefted the nightstick.

"Tut tut language officer"

"Switch that off! switch it off!" She screamed at him.

"What before we've had our fun?"

He turned a strip light on, behind him, in the garage, was
an old mattress. She looked horrified and and swept
back around as the gang surged forward.

She hit one hard in the guts, then bringing it up into anothers face,
one body charged her. She managed to deflect him sideways, she
brought her knee up into the groin of another. She swung her nightstick
back round stricking another as she followed through. A lad lunged at it.
He grabbed her arm throwing his body backwards into hers, twisting
her arm. She screamed in numbing pain as he locked her arm.

One leapt up and grabbed her around the neck, as two others charged
her legs. She screamed toppling backwards. The grip around her throat
was throttling her. He supported her head. She howled and bucked
feircly as they dragged her backwards into the garage.

Her strong thick legs kicking and flailing, her skirt riding up to display
her plump pale thighs at the tops of her stockings. With a mighty
heave they threw her on her back on the matress. She grunted winded
as her nightstick was fell from her fingers. A lad on each arm brutaly
forced them up and wide. Pinning them to the concrete.

Two lads on either side grabbed her legs and wrestled them kicking
and straining as she fought to drag them together. They forced and
pulled slowly winning. She snorted and gurgled her throat pinned
down, As she kicked and fought her right shoe came off, slowly
her legs were forced higher and wider, they stopped unable to
overcome her strong legs. She was winning.

Joey lunged forward and kicked her right in the cunt. Her whole
body went rigid in agony, shaking as she let out a howl of animal
outrage as her legs were wrestled wide, bare thighs showing. Her
uniform skirt hanging down over her groin. She strained and
struggled to no avail they held her down as she battled for breath.

Joey knelt between her legs and lifted her skirt to show her fat
cunt held tightly in her white briefs, her vulva bulging against the
material, he produced a knife. Behind him was a sea of juvernile
faces.

WPC Slater's belly was trapped between her suspender belt
and her knicker elastic, making it bulge out. Her white panties
were stretched taut over her cunt bulging buitifully over her
hairy blonde pubis.

Joey lifted the edge of her gusset and sliced through it with
the knife, revealing her plump twat and blonde triangle, her cunt
lips closed below them her strong wide buttocks shook with
tension.

He grinned "Who's first?!" he moved sideways.

There was a scramble to be there and then a spotty youth was
feverishly stroking her vulva apart as he wrenched open his
jeans and pumped his hard cock in his fist. WPC Slater managed
"NOOOOOOO!" as he pushed the head of his cock against
her cunt mouth and thrust it as deep as he could into her dry
twat.

He vicously pumped and rutted up her squirming cunt as they
jeered and egged him on. Her fat thighs straining and quivering
as they struggled to hold them as his thrusts quickly became
hard deep strokes.

"No don't! DON'T COME IN MEEEEEE!!"

With a groan he shot his load deep in her.

He pulled out another replaced him before her cunt lips closed,
she gasped and choked, struggling as they held her down. He
too vicously raped her. Her legs jerking and straining.

He pounded her hard and then pulled out and shuddering he
came all over her belly, shooting great globs of hot semen all
over her belly and black uniform skirt.

Another replaced him holding her hips as he rutted up her
still tight cunt. He battered up into her with desperate vicous
thrusts, she tried to swear and spluttered as he grabbed her
big tits through her uniform and used them as handle to force
deeper into her.

"YEAH TAKE IT YOU FAT SLAG, SLAGGGG!!"

He bellowed as he dumped what felt like a hot flood against
her cervix. WPC Slater gasped and jolted as rammed deep
into her emptying his sack. He clambered off, sperm spilled
out of her gaping piss flaps, running down the inside of her
bum cheeks.

Her leg came free and she kicked and fought with every ounce
of strength she possesed, she kicked a face. One of them
punched her hard in retaliation as her leg was gripped and
forced back under control. A big black lad climbed between
her shuddering thighs and forced his meat up into her slick
cunt. The thick blunt head forced apart her pussy lips and
dragged them in with it as he took his time forcing it all the
way in.

He settled on top of her and grinned at her tortured anguished
face as he pushed it home. He kissed her face giggling as she
glared at him in hatred. He slid in and out slowly, pumping her
jerking body with long strong strokes.

"You like that you fat cow? big black cock in your pig twat. I
haven't wanked for a week so I could fill your belly up with
my black seed" he goaded her.

"Oh please you dirty bastard!"

She squirmed and kicked bucking violently as she tried to
dislodge him. He laughed and rammed her harder. His
big black arse pumping as he sawed in and out. He
rammed her hard and came, she wailed and arched her
back trying to pull away as he made her take it.

Her face was a picture as he jetted his hot insistant jiz into
her hot tight cunt. Her eyes wide mouth twisted in an awful
sulking grimace as she felt every pulse throb up through her
abdomen.

"Oh you feel that cunt? isn't that nice all that sperm in your
piggy cunt!!"

Outside in the dark WPC Natalie Forshaw was creeping down the alley to the garages.

She had heard Mel's initial cry on the radio and rushed over to help. She
got to the forecourt and peered around the wall. she could see all the gang
gathered in the entrance to a garage. inside was harsh white neon light.
Some of them moved and she saw one of Mel's thighs.

White and wide her black stockings gripping her flesh hard as her leg
muscles strained and flexed. One of the lads had his arm wrapped around it
tight. Some more of them shuffled round. She moved to get a better view.
She bit her lip stifling her gasp as she saw Mel held down. Her fat thighs
wide open. A big black lad was laughing and getting up from between them.
She could see Mels cunt wet and open still gaping from his rape, her cunt
lips dribbling sperm, her blonde snatch matted with more.

Natalie was panting she could feel a wave of excitement flood through her.
her hands went to her radio, then released it to slide down the front of
her uniform and draw up her skirt. She slid her fingers over her thigh to
her own panties to gently caress the mound that bulged there. Quickly she
pushed them down and cupped her wet twat, her digits expertly helping her
pouting vulva apart so she could stroke at her semi erect clit. She could
hear the boys chanting.

"tits out! tits out! get the pigs tits out!"

Two of them were wrenching Mels uniform jacket open, she struggled
frantically squirming as the got it open and ripped her taut white blouse
wide. Her tits were secured in a big white bra. Eager fingers grabbed and
squeezed, pulled and twisted them as Joey fought over and between them to
slice the center of it open. Mel squealed loudly as her big white breasts
spilled out. Two heavy globes crowned by rosy pink teats.

Natalie moaned lowly as she watched them. Sinking her long slender fingers
up to the second knuckle of her syrupy minge. They wobbled and pulled Mel's
fat jugs flicking her nipples. Gripping them they tugged them out like
elastic laughing as she pleaded for them not too. Squealing as they snapped
back. Natalie pressed her shoulder to the wall as she went on tip toe, her
fingers full up inside herself as she began to grind the ball of her thumb
to her clit.

In the garage two lads, one from each side grabbed a nipple each dragging
her tits up hard. Jeoy had some insulation tape in his hands. He feverishly
wrapped it around the base of each of her tits as she squirmed gasping in
pain and disbelief. Her tits were now two fat columns crowned with two
bulging pressurized globes of flesh. WPC Slater began to weep, watching in
disbelief as he then lashed the bases together. Joey climbed on her lower
chest, wrenching open his jeans releasing his semi hard cock.

"Here have some of this you fat bitch!"

He started to piss over her trapped tits, his amber hot spray gysering
against the turgid orbs.

"OH GOD you filthy bastard!!" she swore and spat spluttering as his piss
hammered off her shocked face. She coughed and gurgled as his forcefull
piss shot into her mouth and nose. The last spurts went in her eyes, he
quickly wanked his hardening cock battering it off her nipples. He shoved
it between her dripping bound tits and began fucking them hard. Beneath him
she struggled and twisted, cursing, still spitting out his urine,
desperately trying to pull her face away.

"URGHHH Noooo you dirty little git URGHHHHH!!"

Mel complained as the others egged him on.

"FUCK 'EM! FUCK 'EM FUCK 'EM!"

He hammered her cleavage brutally, slam fucking her bound helpless jugs,
until with a shuddering gasp he rammed his cock all the way through her
thick cleavage. the ruddy head of his prick jutting out before her
horrified gaze. It pulsed and expanded, then spurted a huge gush of thick
semen all over her grimacing face. They all laughed cheering as he finished
and climbed off.

Natalie's strong athletic legs were trembling with tension as her orgasm
built. She watched Mel cough and spit shaking her face trying to be rid of
the streaks of semen that stuck her eyelids shut.
Another lad got between Mels fat legs. He was really skinny and eager, he
was quickly fucking her with all his might. He grabbed her tightly strapped
tits and began tugging with his teeth at her nipples making her squeal and
buck as he bit one and then the other as he pumped them to his face.
He groaned, stiffened and came as Mel bucked and howled beneath him.

He climbed of and another got on slamming his cock up into her sodden twat.
Natalie's fingers ground deeply inside her cunt her belly tightening in
excruciating pleasure. She heard a noise behind her and froze in shock. She
went to turn her head and suddenly there was a knife under her chin.
She stood trembling the blade nicking her skin.

"Stay still unless you want to join your friend pig" a thick rough voice
whispered behind her.

Natalie was desperate for a way out her eyes darting about wide with fear.

"Shall i shout them, call them over, I dare say you can't outrun them ?" He
whispered menacingly.

She shook her head gently 'no'

"Giving her a real good fucking arn't they, I recon they'll fuck the shit
out of her, do you?"

She shuddered at his words unable to take her eyes from Mel's jerking,
straining and flexing legs. The bare buttocks between them pumping
ferociously.

"Keep your fingers in your twat bitch, pull your skirt up over your ass
with the other hand" he insisted.

"NO. You just fuck off right now you dirty bastard, or your nicked, you
understand?"

Natalie reasserted herself, hoping against hope. The knife pressed harder
to her skin.

"Tut tut, It's easy, you hard faced cunt, either my one cock up your stuck
up pomp-ass asshole, or more cocks than you can count, perhaps with your
throat cut. It's up to you"

She swallowed "Not in my ass? look fuck my cunt yeah? it's nice an' wet and
then you can just go ok?"

He chuckled, "ass or I get to watch them fill everyone of your holes an
then take my pick, it's up to you darlin'"

Natalie watched another mounting Mel's pinned down frame. She thought
desperately.

"But I need a shit" she tried.

"Good" he breathed.

"No really I do, please don't do this" she pleaded an edge of panic in her
voice. she saw before her Mel's legs were being held out wide while the
other was viciously battering her twat as she wailed and begged.

She put her hand back and lifted her skirt. "Good little bitch" he
breathed.

Natalie shut her eyes feeling him tug her pants the rest of the way down
off her ass.

"Keep fingering your pussy copper, make it nice and wet" he pushed her
against the wall of the garage. Natalie turned her head unable to take her
eyes from the garage. Mel's legs were being held wide still. A lad was
laid on the floor before her crutch. He was forcing all his fingers into
her gooey snatch. She was pleading and sobbing as he forced the heel of his
hand into her over stretched cunt.

She heard the man behind her spit and then felt him force his wet fingers
up between her bum cheeks and rub the thick saliva over her anus. Natalie
winced and lent over more.

"Please I'm really wet, wet and tight. Do my pussy instead, Ill make it
good for you"

"You do as your told bitch, it would be real easy to get their attention"
he hissed.

She felt his finger press to her asshole and slowly force in, he twisted it
slowly. . .

Enjoyed it please say so MG

[Ambush-predator]

Yes, good stuff, thanks. Serves her right.

[Ambush-predator]

Originally Posted by Mad Gerald

Not seen this one before good story thank you Claire cocked for posting it - any more? grin MG

Yes, Clairecocked, many thanks! It saves me typing out the whole story so as to post it here. I particularly like the youth of the attackers, the original use they find for the policewomen's handcuffs, the accurate description of uniform and the fact that although written in the third person it's either from the little piggies' point of view or their conquerors' - so no height, weight, bra size of the victims etc.