"Obstruction of justice an' lying to a police officer, for starters," the officer told her blandly inquiring husband as he placed the busty blonde's hands behind her back and handcuffed them together. "Not to mention the indecent exposure, public fornication, trespassing, and vandalism she participated in this morning at a hot dog stand on the shore," he continued. "You can come down to the station and wait for her if you'd like, Mr. Hancock."
He grunted and shook his head, still chewing the cold pizza his wife's Black lover had delivered. The second-hand taser effects had worn off but Cass was still in utter shock. Handcuffed, naked, covered and filled with cum; she was simply astounded. This has to be a dream, she told herself, this entire day has to be a dream; it has to be.
"Can't I put on some clothes? Please?" She pleaded as the chubby middle-aged cop marched her out the bedroom door. His chubby, middle-aged partner had run down the stairs, huffing and puffing in pathetic pursuit of her dark knight.
"Mr. Hancock," Officer Bruski spoke past her, "would you grab your lovely wife some clothes?" Her husband, with both pizza sauce and a scowl on his face, lumbered toward the closet.
With Bruski behind her, Cass was led down the stairs and into the living room. Her huge round tits bouncing and dripping with cum and her pussy leaking seed with every step. "You ain't gettin' in the van without a good hosin' off first," Bruski told her.
When they reached the bottom of the staircase, she heard someone fumbling in the kitchen. Craning her neck she saw the unmoving crackhead and his twisted leg being loaded onto a gurney by a pair of EMS workers. Gazing at the crimson pool beside them, she muttered "That's... a lot of blood..."
"Yeah? Whadda you care?" Bruski snapped at her, "Didn't bother you enough to call someone, did it?" Before she could respond, he thrusted her toward the front door. His partner emerged in the entryway, exhausted and unsuccessful in his chase. Then, down came Harold Hancock with some hastily selected clothing for his unfaithful wife. Cass looked at the three overweight and disappointing men, then hung her head in despair.
"Here ya go," her husband said after swallowing yet another mouthful of pizza. He tried to hand a mismatched white bikini top and pink bottom to the handcuffed woman; the wheezing officer eagerly grabbed it instead.
"Really, Harold!? Couldn't have grabbed me a fuckin' T-shirt?" She said, continuously amazed at his abysmal performance in all fields.
"Eh," he shrugged, "I guess I never give you enough attention, so now you can get plenty of it from the other losers sittin' in jail."
"Can I at least take the cuffs off so I can put this on?" She asked.
"Nope," Bruski told her, "not 'til we've hosed ya off."
The other officer laughed with a wheeze. Cass couldn't believe they were serious, even when they marched her through the living room and out the door to stand poolside. Harold griped again when they asked him to fetch a bar of soap and a towel for her. Bruski went to turn on the water and motioned for his partner to grab the hose. Just as Bruski unlocked the cuffs, Harold arrived to throw a towel at his semen-soaked wife.
The water came on and splashed ice-cold on her sticky body. Cassandra gasped, feeling her nipples suddenly tighten and muscles tense under the frigid spray. She tried, but failed, to ignore the chiding chuckles of the three piggish men who watched with sadistic delight.
Hurrying, she ran the soap bar over her body and quickly toweled off her face before shrieking, "That's it! I'm done! Okay?!" The chuckling and hosing continued a few more tormenting moments before Bruski meandered over to turn off the water.
Shivering with teeth-chattering, Cass held back tears as she donned the white bikini top and slipped into the pink bikini bottoms as the perverted piggies watched. Her long, wet hair clung painfully cold to her head, shoulders, and back. The trio stared and giggled as the busty blonde adjusted her swimsuit, jiggling her fat tits and round ass in the process. Her pink nipples were as hard and cold as ice, jutting into her top and nearly poking through it.
"Turn around and put your hands together. Cuffs are going back on now," Bruski told her, approaching. He quickly tightened the cuffs behind her back then pulled her around by the shoulder and ordered her to head out the front door. When they reached the police van parked on the curb, an ambulance was closing its doors and taking the crackhead away. Cass didn't get the opportunity to see if he wound up in a bodybag or not.
Neighbors stood murmuring in the red-and-blue glow of the ambulance and police lights. Their fingers pointed at the busty blonde in her mismatched bikini. Cassandra couldn't hear it, but she knew they were all calling her a whore, or a slut, or a dumb bimbo. She hung her head, still dripping with frigid water.
Harold grunted farewell as the cops opened the backdoor of the van and pushed her inside to sit on a bench seat on the left side. The so-far speechless officer climbed in after her and sat on the opposite side while Bruski hopped in the driver's seat.
It was slightly warmer in the van than outside, which at the very least let her teeth stop chattering, but Cassandra still felt bitterly cold and horribly despondent. Sitting across from the grossly grinning pig did not help. "If you get too cold," he spoke tauntingly, "I can help warm you up." She chose to ignore him as best as she could, though that became more difficult when the van started moving and her big tits bounced and jiggled with every turn and bump.
"C-can you turn up the heat, please?" Cass pleaded, her eyes on the floor.
"No," Bruski yelled back, "you'd better get used to it. Your cell is gonna be even colder."
A few quiet, miserable miles down the road, the police van pulled over and parked along a dimly lit street lined with crumbling apartment buildings. Cass was actually hoping they had arrived at the police station so she might be uncuffed and free from the creepy cop who stared at her like a hound would stare at a juicy sirloin.
Bruski flipped on the interior lights of the police van before hopping out of the driver's seat, rummaging around for something, and coming around to the rear doors. When he opened the back of the van, cold night air flooded in and made the busty blonde shiver all over again.
"Murray," he said, "step out and radio the station. Tell 'em we've stopped to investigate a man with a suspected stolen motorcycle." The chubby Officer Murray gave Cassandra one more hungry look before obeying and hopping out of the van. The doors were closed behind him and now Cass and Bruski were alone.
"You know what this is, don't you?" Officer Bruski stooped over her, holding out a small plastic baggie filled with clumps of white and yellow powder.
"Is that... crack?" Cass replied, perplexed.
"Yeah, that's right. Same stuff your buddy back there in the kitchen was smokin'. Bet yer Black fuck buddy was on it, too. Probably shared some of it with ya, didn't they?"
She was aghast. "What!? No! Absolutely not! They weren't even -"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP." His cruel commanding voice made her cringe. It reverberated in the metal walls of the van. The portly police officer let out a wheeze as he stooped closer to her, shoving the tiny baggie in his pocket before painfully grabbing one of her big bikini-clad tits in each hand. Cass whimpered and turned her face away, her shoulders tensing and toes curling as she recoiled. The dirty cop put a hand on her chin and pulled her face to his. His breath was rank with old coffee and fast food remnants as he spoke commandingly again, "If you don't wanna do five years in prison for possession of crack cocaine," he reached in his pocket and grabbed the baggie to dangle it in her face, "then the only words outta your mouth for the rest of the night are gonna be 'yes, sir.' Do ya understand me, you stupid fuckin' whore?" His hands tightened on her tits.
Cass nodded her head reluctantly, struggling to do so as he kept a firm grasp of her chin.
"Say it."
"Yes, sir."
"That's good," he said. "Good." He released his grasp on her tits then turned his hips and swung an open hand at her left tit, smacking it and making it flop around. Cass whined. He smiled.
"All ya ever think about is cheatin' on your husband and spendin' his money, am I right?"
She hesitated, then started, "I just -"
SLAP. The cop smacked her face with an open hand. His other hand now squeezed even harder on her breast, his fingers sinking deep into her soft flesh. Her nipple pressed stiffly against his palm - she certainly was not aroused, she told herself, it was just the cold night air.
"You are just a cheap, lying whore, aren't you?"
"Y-yes... yes, sir."
