Deirdre Elaine Mckinley... Sunbury Policewomen

Rochelle lay back against the locked security gate.

She stared up the short footpath to the door in silence.

Senior Constable Rochelle De La Rue had been ‘fucked’ a most senseless by the half-caste Aboriginal hermaphrodite and she needed time to regain her composure – her knotted uniform shirt was ‘wet’ with the kinky hermaphrodite’s thick ‘cum’ after ‘Mistress Jedda’ had ejaculated all over her. Dazed, she had no idea just what had happened...?

‘Mistress Jedda’ was back in the ‘Female Cells’ – that had been a necessary precaution after what she’d done to Rochelle. She was enjoying a shower. Senior Constable Belinda Preston was still asleep upstairs, but the lights had gone on in the enamouring Mount Carmel Convent.

But from where she stood, Maggie could see nothing...?

There was no sign of any inquisitive Nuns at the fence – not that she really cared.

Rochelle’s discarded ‘Nike’ running shorts lay on the footpath. And she was barefoot.

Maggie hadn’t noticed that Rochelle wasn’t wearing shoes or socks until a few moments ago.

In the doorway into the Sunbury Police Station, ‘Probationary’ Constable Deirdre ‘Dash’ McKinley and ‘Charlotte the Harlot’ Johnstone were kissing – Rebecca ‘Becky’ Campbell lay sprawled on the grassy where the nineteen year old policewoman had ‘pleasured’ her...

“You did lock the ‘Female Cells’...?” Maggie wondered aloud – she was certain that ‘Dash’ had locked ‘Mistress Jedda’ in before returning. She could hear the noise of the shower.

“Why don’t you take Rebecca upstairs?”

Maggie had no idea who was speaking – she didn’t realise it was her...

“Seems, Rochelle needs a moment, Constable McKinley?” Maggie observed – Rochelle uttered a groan. Wearing nothing but her uniform shirt, her moist skin glistened as ‘cum’ oozed down between her breasts and dribbled from beneath her shirtsleeves. She was spent.

“Let her into Belinda’s bedroom whilst I take care of Charlotte, won’t you?” Maggie added.

For some reason, Margaret Ann Doyle felt as if she were betraying Belinda Anne Preston,

“I don’t think Belinda will mind, do you...?”

‘Dash’ had also performed cunnilingus on Rebecca,

“What about Rochelle?” queried ‘Dash’ – Charlotte kissed at the young brunette’s cheek,

“She’s not going anywhere, but I don’t want her found like that?” Maggie replied – she wore only her knotted uniform shirt. She could recall everything that had happened to Rochelle, but she couldn’t quite remember what had happened to her. It seemed a blur. Surreal. And, what had been intended as fifteen minutes of ‘fresh air’ for the ‘Remand Prisoners’ in the small courtyard, had turned out to be an hour. Margaret Ann Doyle was looking for her shoes – she could feel the ‘cum’ oozing from beneath her shirtsleeve as she gazed at Rochelle. There was more ‘cum’ oozing from beneath the front of her knotted uniform shirt and she could taste ‘Mistress Jedda’ in her mouth. The once crisp pale-blue fabric of her policewoman’s shirt clung to her skin – her nipples highlighted by the translucent material as she tried to recall everything that had just occurred...?

Maggie felt guilty.

Not for what she’d just done with ‘Mistress Jedda’ and the other two ‘Remand Prisoners’ in the improvised ‘Exercise Yard’ – Margaret Ann Doyle felt ashamed at how Charlotte, Rebecca and ;Mistress Jedda’ were being prosecuted. She disagreed that they had been remanded. But, she knew that there was little that she could do for it was rumoured that with the overcrowding at ‘Fairlie’ Women’s Prison, there would be more ‘Remand Prisoners’ being held at Sunbury...