Part 3: Fucking The Police

"Come on, baby, you can't leave already." Steve whined at the white woman who was dressing up in front of him.

"Baby, I told you I gotta." She said, putting on her uniform on.

"You wouldn't be cheating on me with anyone, right?"

"Steve, cheating is what we're doing right now, aren't we?"

"That has nothing to do with you."

"That has everything to do with me." She said. "We're partners. This would affect our job. If she finds out, the lieutenant finds out, and who do you think will be transferred by the time they're done with us? That's assuming we'll even stay in the force."

"You're worrying too much."

As she was done dressing, she leaned over to the black man lying on the bed and kissed him. "Well, I gotta be worried for the both of us. We're in this for the fun, right? Don't spoil it."

Officer Denise Langham got out of the motel room and headed for her car. It was afternoon, about an hour since she and her partner finished their shift. She liked Steve but wanted to be with someone for real, and she knew this wasn't going anywhere. They have agreed to the terms of this arrangement from the get go. But now she had other things in mind. She had somewhere to be. Her mind sank into thoughts of that other thing as she got into her private vehicle and drove off, without even noticing she was being followed.

The girl was standing in the closet, naked, shivering. She heard him looking for her, and knew exactly what would happen when he'll find her. She partially saw him through the crack in the double door, and heard his voice as he called for her.

"Naughty girl? Where are you, you little bad girl? You know I'll find you, my sweet little bitch. You belong to me."

She was breathing heavily as he slowly got close to the closet. She hit the doors wide open and went for the stairs, passing by her startled chaser, knowing he'll nail her before she would manage to get out of the basement.

Seconds after this thought, she felt his hands grabbing her hair, and fell to the floor, as he got on top of her. Natalie laughed hard as her boyfriend was tickling her naked body.

"Nick! Stop it!"

"Who's my bitch? Who's my bitch?"

"I am!"

"Who's my property, you little bitch?"

"I'm your property. I belong to you. You own me."

"That's right, baby." Nick said as he slowly slipped his bare throbbing cock into Natalie's pussy. "And what you will do for me, baby? What are you going to do for me?"

"Anything you ask, master!"

"That's right." Nick was thrilled. In the past few months he has shaped this little girl into exactly what he wanted, and she loved it. Nick knew that like all females, she wanted someone to control her, and he knew exactly how to do that.

Natalie did not love Nick. She knew who and what he was, but forced herself to get drawn into his world, since there was nothing else she could do. A guy like Nick does not take no for an answer.

Still, she did have feelings for him, and she wanted to be valuable to him, especially since lately he's started to show interest in other girls. It really hurt her, since she devoted herself entirely to him. She wanted to talk to him about it but she knew it would just make him mad at her, and she was afraid. The only thing she could do is to continue letting him know she'll do anything for his love.

Natalie opened her legs wider as his hard cock slipped into her, and breathed deeply. She shut her mind from every thought and let herself sink into the amazing sensation of being loved by Nick.

She moaned as he plunged into her. She wasn't worried, since she took all precautions she needed regarding the danger involved in sex. She loved feeling Nick's bare cock plunging into her and knew he liked it like that as well. She wanted him to know she'll do anything to make him happy.

As she was in the verge of an orgasm she heard music from his pants. Fucking cell phone!

"Don't answer it!" She moaned. But there was no use. After a couple more strokes he got off her, still hard, and reached for the phone.

"Yeah, details, man!" Nick shouted. He slowly rose up, holding his cock in his hand. As he turned towards Natalie, she saw the shocked expression on his face.

"You fucking kidding me!" He said in surprise, as his cock squirted warm white fluid on Natalie's face.

Officer Denise Langham was on the beat for about six months now. She was an emotional person, but knew she had to detach herself if she wanted to be able to carry on with her job, which caused her involvement in some nasty situations. She tried to move on from one case to the next, but for some reason there was this one boy whose image was stuck in her brain. That boy with those desperate blue eyes staring at her after he's been told he had lost his entire family. She's seen victims of violence, children who lived in the gutter, but never before has she seen such a lost boy, stripped of any identity. She tried to forget him, like any other case, but he kept on showing up in her station, demanding answers from the detectives investigating his family's death. Sometimes he came with his grandparents, other times with friends. First time they met in the station he remembered her, and she sure remembered him. Ever since that day she's tried to keep tabs on him, and all the while kept an eye on the 'hit-and-run' investigation, which seemed to be getting nowhere.

Denise had a weakness for little lost boys and desperately wanted to take care of him. She visited his house twice. First time on duty when her partner informed him of the death of his family, and the second time just as a friend, so he'll know he's not alone.

Denise parked her cruiser and got out. Today it'll be the third time.

James Higgins has been living alone since the death of his family. His grandparents tried to convince him to move to their house, or move into his house themselves, but he insisted on staying in that house by himself, saying that he wanted to be alone, and besides, that he had close friends who supported him. He said it to calm his grandparents down, but it wasn't far from the truth. He kept hanging with the same people, who were very supportive of him. There were Mike, Nick and Vince who he had lunch with, Kyle who he hung with at school and after school (with Mike and Nick of course), supportive teachers such as Ms. Goldman, and many others. There was also Natalie. Natalie was his sister's best friend, and knew his family well, and shared the grief of their death. Despite what James has done to Natalie before, she truly did sympathize with him. Even when they fucked, which was frequent and always during a gang-bang, he felt something intimate with her. He knew she felt it too.

Still, the only one he truly trusted as a friend, a FRIEND, was Mike, who visited him more than any other. Since Jimmy missed classes a lot lately, he kept bringing him homework and filling him in on everything that happened at school.

"So you're hearing this, man? Nicky got totally out of control. He's starting to play around with other girls, you know?"

"So, what?" James said. "You know they're not exactly boyfriend-girlfriend, he and Nattie. You know what I mean. We fucked her, right?"

"Yeah, but he's starting to do some really weird things. Like yesterday, at lunch he came to the table with this girl Heather..."

Mike was interrupted by the doorbell. He got up and followed James, who was on his way to open the door.

"Just a sec!" James shouted.

"So anyway, as I was saying, we were having lunch and suddenly he shows up with this..."

Mike stopped talking once again as James opened the door. In front of th em was one of the most beautiful women that Mike has ever seen. She had dark hair pulled back, tied to the back of her head in a short pony tail, blue eyes, and on top of all that she was wearing police uniform, oh, yeah! That was a turn on! He remembered her from the police station, from that time when Nick and himself escorted Jimmy.

"Denise?" James said in surprise.

"Oh, hello, Jimmy." Denise said. "I see you have company." She remembered that fat kid from the first time she spotted Jimmy in the station when she approached him and he introduced his friends.

"You remember Mike, right?"

"Hello!" She smiled at him.

"Pleasure to meet you." He extended his hand.

"Thanks." She smiled shyly as she shook his hands.

James opened the door wider. "Please, come in."

"Oh, no, I was just on my way home. Just thought I'd stop by, see how you're doing."

"I insist. Please, come in. Tell me what's going on with you."

"Um, okay."

As Denise entered, Mike looked at James, moving with his fist up and down, making a "fucking" gesture when Denise was with her back to them.

He pulled James aside as the cop was heading to the living room. "Jimmy, what's going on between you two? Anything you're not telling me?"

"We're friends. She's a very nice person."

"Oh, and you didn't..."

"She's off limit, man. I'd love to get into her panties but I don't have a shot. Neither do you. Besides, I'm already organizing something." Jimmy was referring, of course, to the planned rape of Ms. Goldman.

"Yeah, and for how long? Even Nick is ahead of you."

"Nick told me to slow down for a while. Don't worry, we'll get there, and can you please stop talking about it with the fucking police in my house?!" James shoved Mike and headed towards the living room when the bell rung again.

"Excuse me." James apologized to Denise as he moved to the door. "Mike is gonna get you something to drink."

James opened the door and was surprised to see Nick and Kyle standing there, with big grins on their faces. He was especially shocked to see Kyle, who stopped going to school altogether and spent his time going around different cities, saying it's some new job he had.

James jumped at Kyle and hugged him. "You sonovabitch! Where the FUCK have you been?"

"Oh, you know, here and there. What is this I'm hearing about you skipping school?"

"Look who's talking, jackass." Jimmy laughed. "Come in! Come in!"

Nick put his hand on Jimmy's shoulder as he talked for the first time. "Not yet. Close the door."

Jimmy closed the door behind him and turned to his friends. "What is it?"

"We do not want the cop to listen to what we have to say." Nick said.

"What do you mean?"

"Jimmy," Nick continued. "In the past few weeks, in addition to other things, I've been following your friend, Officer Langham."

"What the fuck?"

"Let me finish." Nick said calmly. "Kyle got back from Chicago three days ago, and I let him take it from there."

"Chicago?" James asked in surprise.

"A job. I told you." Kyle answered.

Nick continued his speech. "Anyway, we have discovered that your little police toy, who you think you have a shot with, is already taken by two other guys, one of them is a cop. The other one she only dated once, but she seemed to enjoy his company. She's like all women. One guy to love, another guy to fuck."

Kyle pulled out black and white photos he took. Some were a day old, others he took just before following Denise to Jimmy's house. As soon as he identified the road she was going in, he guessed where she was going to see Jimmy and called Nick, waiting for him outside James' house. Once Nick showed up, the two boys went to James' place.

James saw the pictures. He looked at one that seemed to be taken right before or after sex, starring Denise and another man, both partially closed on a car, in the woods. Within seconds he recognized the black man making out with Denise. It was Wallace, her partner.

James was devastated. He knew she was probably not interested in someone his age, but still, he had that little glimmer of hope all guys in that age would have, even if they knew it was a long shot. After all, he was an attractive person, only 10 years younger than her, and what's ten years? Especially for two people as open and liberal as they were. But this... Goddamnit! He started saying something, but didn't know what to say. As the door opened behind him, he turned with the photo, to show Mike what a bitch Langham was.

Only it wasn't Mike opening the door. It was Denise.

Denise got bored talking to Mike. He was a nice boy, but he made her feel uncomfortable. He seemed like a good boy, but there was something weird about him. During their very short conversation she noticed James was not coming back, and as an excuse to avoid a chat with Mike, she went to the door, with Mike following her around.

As she opened the door she saw James looking at her in shock. In his hand he held a photo showing her and Steve making out. She recognized the location. The photo was one or two days old.

Kyle did not wait for more than one second. As Jimmy and Langham exchanged shocked looks, he shoved Jim aside and charged at the damn cop. Mike, who was standing behind her, was taken aback as she landed on her back with Kyle on top of her. Jimmy entered slowly, pushed by Nick, who looked around at the street before shutting the door.

Denise did not know what was going on, but she struggled against Kyle with all the strength she had. She kneed his balls. That made him vulnerable all right. As she tried to get up she felt a hard kick on her left side. It was Mike. James was helping Kyle up while Nick stepped hard on the cop's stomach.

Nick got on top of Denise and started punching her stomach over and over again. He did not want to damage her face if he could avoid it. Well, he wanted to, but he knew it would be a bad tactical move. Denise and the boys thought Nick was out of control hitting her, but he knew what he was doing. He was in control of himself and tried to control the bitch as well.

He pulled her hair as she gasped for air, and raised her head up. "You're gonna do as told, do you understand, bitch?"

Denise gasped for a couple of seconds before clawing Nick's face. That action earned her another kick from Mike.

"What the fuck are you doing?" James shouted.

"Shut up." Nick said as he turned Denise on her belly. Mike, who shared a silent understanding with Nick, grabbed the handcuffs and started cuffing the cunt's right hand. Nick took the cuffs and cuffed her left hand behind her back.

"She's a fucking cop!" James said.

Mike agreed. "Buddy," he said to Nick, "I hope you've been thinking it through."

"You know me." Nick smiled as he tightened the cuffs on her hands.

He leaned down at Denise and whispered in her ear. "You will not scream. You better cooperate. You do not want these photos to get to your friends at the prescient."

He grabbed her by the hair and helped her up, leading her around the house.

"I always help you, don't I, Jimmy? I always get you out of trouble, squiky clean."

James followed Nick. He had no idea if he himself even wanted to take part of this, so he decided to just stick around. It was too much like the night they first raped Alex and Nat. James' leadership traits just got sucked out of him and his entire entity was absorbed into the group.

Behind them, Mike and Kyle were busy with their own private little reunion.

"Where the fuck have you been, Kyle?"

"Hey there, fat boy, how's it hanging?"

"You got some mouth, you know that you son of a bitch?"

"Fuck you, nerd boy."

"Oh, "Nerd boy". Now that I can live with!" Mike said.

The two of them were following Jimmy into his parents' bedroom, as Nick threw the cop on the bed.

James wasn't too startled of having Denise thrown on his parents' bed. He and the others have already fuck ed Natalie numerous times on that bed after his parents died.

" So where the fuck have you been?" Mike asked.

"You know, working."

"No, I don't know." Mike insisted.

"Another time, dude."

Denise knew the bed she was on belonged to James' parents, and it made her sick. How can these boys do it on this bed? Especially in light of what happened to them.

She looked into Nick's eyes with fear, and felt a warm tingling feeling in her pussy. She never told it to anyone, but she had a little crush on him, even if she never spoke to him more than two words. There was just something about him, some sort of inner strength that turned her on.

Nick thought he saw a little excitement on her face as he stroked her cheek gently. "Do you like me? Ha? Do you like me?"

He slowly unbuttoned her uniform as she closed her eyes, trying to detach herself.

She felt someone starting to unbuckle her belt as Nick set down on her breasts. She didn't know who it was and didn't care. Somehow she was perfectly calm, as if she was dazed.

"Please don't fuck me." She begged, knowing that she just couldn't stand the humiliation. She was a cop. She was supposed to be tough, and now she lay there, defeated by a bunch of boys. She worked ten times harder than any other man she knew, just to once again being forced to surrender to the males. She couldn't have that.

"Please, don't do it! James, please!"

"Fuck you!" Nick laughed. "You think you're so tough, ha? How old are you? How old is she, James?"

"Twenty seven." James said. He was staring at his friends with disbelief. Nick was sitting on Denise' breast all smug. Mike and Kyle were taking off her pants and playing with them, and all the while she didn't even try to get away, as if she wanted it to happen. If she was so submissive towards his friends, how on earth would she ever be taken seriously by people like the men she worked with? He always thought she was tough. Was this just an act?

"Twenty seven, ha? Good age, don't you think, Kyle?" He laughed as he rubbed his hand on Denise' hair as if she was his pet.

"I like them young, but that's okay. The uniform compensate for the age."

"I'm first." James finally said.

Mike snapped the belt against the floor. "Go for it, buddy. She's your bitch."

Mike and Kyle both opened Denise' legs as James pulled his pants down.

"No, please no!" Denise cried. She looked at Nick's penis as he unzipped his pants. "Oh, god, James, please do something!"

"I will." James said as he got in between her legs. He put his finger on her pussy. She was still wet from her latest rendezvous with Wallace.

James wasn't able to lie on top of her completely, due to Nick's presence, so he put his head on Nick's shoulder. Nick looked at him in surprise.

"Hey there, buddy." Nick said. "I see you've calmed down."

"Oh, yeah. You know my mood swings."

"Yeah, little Denise is gonna get to know you just as well, isn't that right, Denise?"

Denise did not answer. She still hoped in her heart that James wouldn't hurt her.

"Guys, let us all look at Denise, okay? Nick said, as both he and James stared at her. "Her expression is about to change big time. Ever had an 18 year old cock inside of you, Denise?"

"Not since she was twelve." Kyle said. They all laughed. Denise started crying.

"Oh, no. The little copper is starting to cry? What is it, honey bun?" Nick said.

"Please, oh, please, I can't. I just can't." She couldn't believe she was begging to these thugs. That was the most humiliating part, to admit she's under their control.

Then she felt a cock sliding inside of her. It felt good. She gasped, not out of pain, but out of enjoyment.

"Oh, god, please."

James pushed harder.

"My, my, Jimmy. She really likes it!" Nick said as he forced his cock into her mouth. She fought relentlessly to avoid having him inside of her. Being fucked by James was one thing, but letting Nick, this smug son of a bitch his satisfaction- that won't happen, at least not without a fight.

"Nicky, may I suggest something?" Mike asked.

"What?"

"It doesn't have to be that violent. You could be more courteous to that bitch."

"What are you suggesting?"

"Use your head, or in your case, move your head."

Nick moved his cock away from Denise. She was getting used to James fucking her. It felt so good, she wished it were only him and her, making love, holding each other tight.

She saw Mike coming at her and putting the belt around her neck, with the end of the belt inside the buckle, pulling it until the loop was tightened on her neck. Still, it wasn't strong enough to suffocate her or to even leave a mark.

As Mike pulled the belt on her neck, Denise started choking. She opened her mouth, knowing there was nothing she could do. Nick grabbed her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth, into her throat. Mike let go of the belt.

Denise started to feel air coming into her lungs again, although it was still tight around her neck. She could breathe.

Nick started pumping inside her mouth. "Come on, you fucking bitch!" He shouted.

James tried to relax, tried to stay in control.

"Suck my fucking cock!" Nick ordered.

Denise clamped her lips around the cock, moving them back and forth. She felt James pushing harder and harder.

Nick grabbed her hair and shoved his cock deeper to her mouth. She pushed herself against James as she tried to struggle with Nick, gagging on his cock. She felt she was gonna die, but he didn't care, none of them did.

James put his head on Nick's shoulder, staring at Denise' face. Nick didn't mind. When you commit gang rapes with someone, you become real close.

Mike sat there, enjoying the show, and took out his cock, starting to jerk off. "Hey, Kyle, how about making her hands available?"

Kyle smiled and grabbed the keys, unlocking one of the cuffs and taking it off her left hand.