This is a fictional story with fictional characters*
2:15 am
The dimly lit police station was a tomb of silence, the only sound the occasional hum of the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Jasmine Moseley, an attractive 27-year-old blonde, sat at her desk. Her beautiful blue eyes scanning the mundane reports before her. Her athletic frame was tense, a subtle restlessness that had been building all night. Losing contact with multiple patrol units for over an hour now. More worrisome, one of the motorcycle patrols is her younger sister, Sarah. Who couldn't be reached even via private cellphone.
The station was eerily quiet, too quiet, and Jasmine's instincts, honed from years on the force, were screaming that something was off. She shifted in her chair, her nylon stockings rubbing against the leather seat, the only sound breaking the oppressive stillness.
A shadow detached itself from the darkness, moving with a predator’s grace. Jasmine’s head snapped up, her eyes widening as a figure emerged. Before she could react, a chloroform-soaked rag was pressed over her nose and mouth. The chemical smell invaded her senses, and her lungs burned as she tried to inhale. Her hands flew up, claws scraping at the intruder’s wrists, but her strength was already fading. Her vision blurred, her body going limp as the world spun into darkness.
When Jasmine’s consciousness flickered back, she was on the cold floor, her body aching. The air was cool against her skin, and she realized with a jolt that her uniform was gone, leaving her naked except for her stocking-covered legs. Her heart hammered in her chest as she tried to sit up, but her arms were bound tightly behind her back with a leather strap. She tried to scream but quickly realized there was a dildo secured between her teeth.
Panic surged through her, but it was quickly replaced by a different sensation as a vibrating dildo was shoved into her pussy. She gasped, her body arching involuntarily, the intruder’s rough hands gripping her hips to hold her still.
“Nothing turns me on like stuffing little piggies,” the voice growled, low and menacing. Jasmine’s eyes widened further as the dildo was pushed deeper. A leather harness was tightened around her waist, securing it in place, the cold metal buckles digging into her skin. Her breath came in ragged gasps as the intruder moved behind her, the air shifting as they leaned in close.
“Such a pretty little whore,” the voice hissed. “Don’t worry, we will make sure all your holes are filled.”
Jasmine’s eyes stung with tears as a butt plug was pressed against her tight ass, the intruder’s hands gripping her thighs to hold her open. She whimpered, her body clenching in protest, but it was no use. The plug slid in, stretching her, the leather strap tightening around her waist to keep it in place. Her body felt violated, every inch of her exposed and helpless.
A black leather hood was pulled over her head, the darkness enveloping her, leaving only her nose exposed to the stale air. The sound of her breathing was amplified, the only thing she could hear. Her body trembled, a mix of humiliation and a shameful arousal coursing through her. She could feel the dildo throbbing inside her, the butt plug pressing against her most sensitive spot, and despite herself, her pussy clenched around the foreign objects.
Down the hall. Ashley, her dark skin matching perfectly with her black curly hair, was in the break room when the station came under attack. The stunning-looking 23-year-old had been making coffee, her brown eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, when a hand clamped over her mouth, dragging her into the shadows. Her body slammed against the wall, her massive breasts heaving as she gasped for air.
“Shh, slut,” the voice whispered, “no one’s coming to save you.”
Ashley’s eyes flashed with defiance, but it was quickly snuffed out as a dildo gag was thrust between her lips, silencing her screams. Her uniform and undergarments were torn away, the fabric ripping under rough hands. Her body was exposed and vulnerable, and she felt a surge of rage mixed with a sickening thrill.
A throbbing dildo was slammed into her pussy, the invader’s hands gripping her hips as they thrust it deep. “You like that, slut?” The voice snarled, and Ashley's eyes widened as the leather harness was tightened, holding the dildo firmly in place. Her body was betraying her, her pussy clenching around the object, a moan muffled by the gag.
The butt plug followed, forced into her tight ass, the leather strap digging into her skin as it was secured. Ashley’s body arched, her breath coming in short gasps, the sensations overwhelming. Her arms were bound behind her back, the leather biting into her arms, and the hood was pulled over her head, plunging her into darkness.
The only sound was her ragged breathing, the dildo and butt plug throbbing inside her, a constant reminder of her helplessness.
Tina, her fair skin flushed with beauty, was the last to fall. She had been in the evidence room, her dark brown hair tumbling over her shoulders as she organized files. The door slammed open, and she spun around, her green eyes narrowing as she faced the two black women.
“This is a restricted area, how the fuck did you get back here,” she spat, her voice steady despite the fear clawing at her throat.
Her words were cut off as a shotgun was pointed at her face, and soon a dildo gag was shoved into her mouth, her eyes widening in humiliation. Her clothes were ripped off, her body exposed, her stockings the only remnant of her uniform. She struggled, but it was no use; her arms were pinned behind her back, the leather strap biting into her skin.
A dildo was rammed into her pussy, the intruder’s hands gripping her hips as they thrust it deep. “Take it all, you fucking pig,” the voice hissed, and Tina’s body trembled as the harness was tightened, holding it in place. Her ass was then stretched with a butt plug, the leather strap digging into her skin, and she felt a surge of shameful arousal as her body reacted despite her mind’s protests.
The hood was pulled down over her head, just like the others, the darkness consuming her, the only sensation the throbbing between her legs. She could hear the laughter, the mocking voices, and her heart broke as she realized Jasmine and Ashley were likely lying just like her, bound and violated.
The three officers lie on top of each other, their helpless bodies rubbing against one another; the only sound is their muffled moans and the occasional creak of leather. The gang members stood over them, their laughter echoing through the station.
Jasmine’s body twitched, the dildo and butt plug throbbing inside her, her pussy clenching in a mix of humiliation and arousal. Ashley's breasts rose and fell with her ragged breathing, her body betraying her as it reacted to the sensations. Tina’s legs trembled, her mind clouded with a mix of anger and a shameful pleasure.
The hoods hid their expressions, but the occasional twitch of a leg or a shudder of a breast betrayed their inner turmoil. The night wore on, the officers’ struggles slowly ceasing, their bodies relaxing into the restraints, their minds clouded with a mix of humiliation and arousal.
The gang members watched, their laughter dying down as they surveyed their handiwork. “Perfect,” one of them said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now, radio the rest of the piggies back.”
2:30 am
Rachel revved her motorcycle to life, her dark blonde hair, tied in a loose braid, whipped behind her as she navigated the streets, the familiar route to the police station etched into her memory. At 27, the attractive redhead was no stranger to the dangers of her job, but tonight, something felt different. The air was heavier, charged with an unseen tension that made her grip the handlebars tighter.
As she pulled into the station’s parking lot, the usual hum of activity was absent. The sterile walls of the building, once a symbol of order and safety, now seemed eerily silent. Rachel’s green eyes narrowed as she killed the engine, her boots hitting the pavement with a determined thud. She stepped inside, the heavy doors swinging shut behind her, and was immediately assaulted by a cacophony of sounds.
Strangely, the air was thick with the scent of sweat, latex, and something else...
Her heart quickened as she moved deeper into the station, her hand instinctively resting on the holster at her hip. The halls, usually pristine, were now a perverse canvas of chaos. Papers and discarded clothes littered the floor.
Rachel's slim frame tensed as she rounded a corner, her breath catching in her throat at the sight before her.
Her colleagues have been transformed into sex toys. Their once-crisp uniforms were dishevelled, their postures humiliated.
Before Rachel could react, a figure emerged from the shadows. Swift and silent, they moved with a predatory grace. She barely had time to register the situation before strong hands were on her, gripping her wrists and pulling her arms behind her back. The leather arm straps bit into her skin, securing her in place. Rachel struggled, using all her training, but it was no use. Her captors were too strong, too skilled.
A dildo gag was shoved into her mouth, the silicone filling her with a humiliating silence. The taste of rubber coated her tongue as she tried to protest, her muffled cries echoing in her own ears. Her eyes widened in shock as another dildo was thrust deep into her wet pussy, the intrusion sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Despite the terror, her walls clenched around it involuntarily, her body betraying her with its response.
Before she could process the violation, a butt plug followed, stretching her tight ass. The triple invasion left her breathless, her senses overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions of fear and arousal. Her porcelain skin flushed, a delicate pink spreading across her cheeks as her body reacted to the stimuli. A hood was pulled over her head, leaving only her nose exposed, the fabric muffling her whimpers. The darkness enveloped her, heightening her other senses as she was led deeper into the station.
The sounds of debauchery grew louder, each moan and gasp a chilling reminder of the chaos that surrounded her. Rachel’s mind raced as she was guided through the halls, her feet bare against the cold floor. Her body, once under her control, now seemed to have a mind of its own. Her pussy throbbed around the dildo, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her core. Her ass clenched the plug, the stretch a constant reminder of her helplessness. Even the gag in her mouth seemed to taunt her, stifling the moans that threatened to escape.
Now.
The 22-year-old patrolling officer, Megan, wished she could be anywhere but here. Her partner and she were ambushed immediately when they turned the corner as they walked into the station a few minutes earlier. The two sexy blonde police officers now will suffer the same fate as the other unfortunate policewomen.
Seeing what they did to her partner, who has been reduced to a helpless sex doll. Tears drip down Megan's eyes as she pleads for mercy, knowing her fate...
As a dildo and butt plug are being secured inside her, she sees another colleague of hers, a blonde motorcycle officer in their early 20s, march into the room. Who will soon join her...
“This is the last one,” one of the intruders says. "It is time to march these whores back to the mansion. I am sure they will be delighted to see their missing colleagues."
