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Strip-searched. A BDSM illustrated story by montycrusto

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Part 8.

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How long the assault lasted, Gemma could not say; she was too busy gagging for breath as the policeman's hot meat filled her mouth and probed the back of her throat. He kept his hands clamped tightly around her head and chin, preventing her from pulling away as he thrust himself into her face, grunting like an animal as he did so.

The other cop, behind her, his cock still buried deep in her asshole, swung his arm back and delivered an open-handed slap across Gemma's bare buttocks, causing a muffled squeal to emerge from her stuffed mouth, much to the enjoyment of the watching mob, who made appreciative noises. He grinned at them, and slapped her again, making her arms jerk behind her back, which caused the handcuffs to click and rattle. Her ass twitched and tightened around his cock.

"Oh yeah," he remarked, almost casually, "this naughty little bitch is tight as fuck. May as well give her a good spanking, just so she knows she's in trouble. Look how red her bum is getting, she won't be able to sit down for a week! Not that she'll get to sit down much once we get her to the interrogation centre... she'll either be standing to attention, or kneeling with her mouth open."

As he spoke, he continued to smack her buttocks, leaving pink handprints that gradually merged into a reddening blotch. Helplessly bent over the steel barrier, naked and handcuffed, Gemma was powerless to prevent herself being simultaneously spanked, ass-raped and throat-fucked - and in public too. They had effortlessly converted her into their sex slave, and were demonstrating their utter dominance over her in front of a crowd of people. How could this be happening?

Her thoughts were interrupted when the copper in front of her, who was mashing her face and nose into his belly as he violated her mouth, suddenly stiffened and groaned, and shot a load of hot sperm into her throat, massaging her neck with his stubby fingers until she gulped and swallowed.

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to be continued...

(all characters are fictitious consenting adults participating willingly in imaginary events )
 
Part 9.

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Gemma gagged and swallowed as best she could, coughing as the policeman wrenched her head up and leered into her sweat-stained face. "Get used to it, little anarchist slut!" he growled, wiping himself clean on her hair before stalking off towards the police van. She whimpered as the other copper pulled out of her asshole, spraying his seed over her reddened buttocks. He dragged her off the steel barrier and forced her to her knees on the cold cobbles of the street, briefly wiping himself, too, on her hair before re-fastening his trousers. The crowd of protesters looked on appreciatively.

"That's right, kneel like a slave girl," said the policeman. "Now spread your fucking knees -" He placed his heavy boot between Gemma's thighs and kicked them apart. "That's better, your cute little twat should always be available for inspection." Gemma blushed deeply as every inch of her abused body was humiliatingly displayed to the watchful audience. She had just been fucked every conceivable way in front of them, and now was kneeling, naked, her trembling thighs spread wide, her hair dishevelled and sticky, and her skin stained and dripping with bodily fluids. Her hands twitched uselessly behind her back, still locked in steel handcuffs.

The officer grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. "Mouth open, bitch! Stick that tongue out! Further! That's right... Whenever an officer approaches you, you drop to your knees, legs spread, mouth open, got it? Show the approaching officer your tongue so he knows you want his cock in your mouth. That's if you want to avoid a beating!" He tapped her inner thighs with his baton. "Now stay like that, if you know what's good for you."

The other officer was returning from the van, bringing a leather object that swung from his hand by a large steel ring. "Let's get the bitch hooded up, ready for transport," he said, casually. Gemma could see the fearsome thing out of the corner of her eye as he approached; a brown leather bag-like object, covered in straps and buckles. Only when it was placed over her head did she see the huge phallic projection attached to the inside.

"Keep that mouth open, or else," murmured the officer as he carefully fitted the hood to Gemma's face; she saw two tiny holes just where her nostrils would be, but there were no eye-holes, just thick padding. Obediently she kept still as her mouth was invaded by the hard rubber gag that filled it completely, almost tickling the back of her throat. She closed her eyes as the pads settled over her eyelids, finding that she could breathe easily enough through the little holes beneath her nostrils. The thick leather hood was zipped shut down the back, sealing her into darkness, and then the straps were buckled and pulled brutally tight across her eyes, her mouth and round her neck. The sensation of stifling constriction was overwhelming; she moaned into the gag and would have slumped to the ground had one of the officers not hooked his stubby finger through the ring on the top of the hood, to hold her in position.

"Prisoner ready for transport," said the officer. "Let's get her to the interrogation centre. I'm sure she will be eager to help us with our enquiries..."

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to be continued..

Note: all characters are fictitious consenting adults participating willingly in imaginary events.
 
montycrusto said:
The other officer was returning from the van, bringing a leather object that swung from his hand by a large steel ring. "Let's get the bitch hooded up, ready for transport," he said, casually. Gemma could see the fearsome thing out of the corner of her eye as he approached; a brown leather bag-like object, covered in straps and buckles. Only when it was placed over her head did she see the huge phallic projection attached to the inside.
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This does not appear to be standard law enforcement equipment ... at least as far as I know. :confused:
 
Part 10.

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With her head sealed inside the tight leather restraint, Gemma had now been stripped of her senses, too. Her eyes were covered by thick pads inside the hood, and only muffled sounds reached her ears. All she could smell was the leather that covered her face, and she tasted only the bitter rubber of the built-in mouth-stuffing gag. It was as if her entire universe had shrunk to the tiny dark space occupied by her head.

At least she no longer had to see her tormentors, nor the assembled crowd who seemed to be enjoying the spectacle of her degradation. Her face, too.. even her identity... had been effortlessly stripped away. She knelt on the unyielding cobbles, feeling the utmost disconnection between her body and her mind.

"Are you still in there, little terrorist cunt?" The policeman's harsh voice reached her covered ears, sounding distant, as if he were in a different room, talking to her through the wall. His finger was still hooked through the large steel ring set into the top of the hood, and he used it to pull her head roughly back and forth, making her appear to nod her head. "See, she can still talk, in a way. At least she admits she's a terrorist." There was muffled laughter from the onlookers.

"Well, the show's almost over, ladies and gentlemen..." continued the officer, tapping Gemma's naked breast none too gently with his baton, "it's time we got this piece of filth off the street. Scum like her deserve only the harshest treatment, and we'll make sure she gets it, and more besides. We're going to let you disperse, as long as you go quietly and take all your possessions away with you. Don't make us come after you for littering, like this fucking stupid slut, who's left her clothes scattered all over the place. Well, she won't be needing them where she's going."

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to be continued..

note: all characters are fictional consenting adults participating willingly in imaginary events.
 
Part 11.

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The onlookers reluctantly gathered their belongings and began to shuffle away, leaving only a few die-hards to watch as the policeman yanked the bound and hooded girl upright and pulled her to her feet. With her head encased in the brutal sensory-deprivation hood, she presented an erotic sight, standing naked and defenceless on the cold ground, pulling nervously but uselessly against the handcuffs behind her back.

"Go on then, fuck off, you've had your show," the policeman said to the youths who remained, their phones and cameras raised and recording. They scarpered when several of the riot coppers advanced on them, swinging their batons menacingly. Once they had gone, the copper who still held Gemma by the ring on top of her head pulled her back against his chest and crooned quietly at her ear, "alone at last, eh? All your anarchist boyfriends have pissed off and left you. Guess what - you're police property now. How do you like that? And police property belongs down at the police station, doesn't it? That way it's available to be used by any officer who needs it."

He spun her around so that she was facing him, picked her up and threw her on to his shoulder like a sack of coal. She whimpered as her breasts were crushed against his riot armour. Another officer seized her calves and snapped a pair of steel leg-irons round her ankles, joined by a short length of chain. "That's to make sure you don't run away before we've had our fun," he growled at her. The copper carried her off to where the police vans waited, every step knocking the wind out of her until she felt like she would pass out. As she bounced along helplessly on the policeman's armoured shoulder, she felt his stubby fingers once more plundering her sex, and groaned quietly into her gag.

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to be continued....

(note; all characters are fictional consenting adults participation willingly in imaginary events. Artwork is ink on paper.)
 
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