"The sexual perversion at Vanderburgh Institution was frequent and ongoing," the judge said, as she looked down at the soon to be convicted police officers. "With vulnerable victims and oversight either looking the other way or in some cases actually contributing to the abuse, the amount of sexual misconduct is horrifying."
She looked at her documents, noting the prosecution's recommendation, and prepared to hand down her lengthy sentences.
* * * * * *
Years earlier ...
TH Wolfe pulled his police cruiser into the Vanderburgh Jailhouse's intake garage. It was late. Wolfe and his young, black partner Montgomery were at the end of a long shift. The forty-something year old cop looked toward the window, where the jail's intake officers worked just inside the door.
Officer Wolfe caught one of their eyes and nodded. The intake officers knew what it meant when a squad car pulled into the far parking spot, just out of view of the security cameras. They pulled the blinds, so no one inside the office could see the squad car.
Wolfe turned to Montgomery, rubbing his scruffy beard, before he turned his head to the backseat. He couldn't help but smile, when his eyes fell on the eighteen-year-old, freckled, wide-eyed, red-headed TV star, who'd been arrested for drunk driving.
Tessa Cowan was out celebrating her newest role in a TV series, when a bad decision led to her smashing her SUV into the side of a parked car. Luckily no one was injured and it may have gone better for Tessa had she not drunkenly tried to leave the scene. By the time Wolfe and Montgomery tracked her down, Wolfe was all too happy to give her the five-finger pat down.
Now, with her hands cuffed behind her back, Tessa had never felt more exposed. Her skirt was still hiked up her freckled thighs. Her panties were still bunched up and twisted uncomfortably. Her tank top and bra straps were still around her elbows and, with one dark pink nipple exposed, Tessa's shirt was clinging to her right tit.
She couldn't believe the mess she'd gotten herself into. It had by far been the worst night of her life and she was just glad it was over.
Without saying a word, Wolfe exited the driver's door and opened the back. Tessa recoiled as he climbed into the driver's side back door and slid over to her.
"Are we... Am I going in?" Tessa asked, timidly hoping against hope her ordeal was over. "Uh.. not just yet," Wolfe said, slamming the door. "'Miss Angel."
Tessa's stomach dropped when Wolfe used the pet name that her TV boyfriend used on her new show.
"I ... I didn't think you recognized me," she said, remembering the brutish treatment she'd received upon arrest. If he treated a minor celebrity in this manner, she cringed thinking about what a normal girl would go through.
"Course I did," Wolfe said. "Why do you think I'm back here again?"
He put his arm around her. She tried to lean away, but the handcuffs made it difficult and Wolfe easily pulled Tessa closer.
"But.. you told me if I let you...
finger me
," Tessa said, whispering the last two words as though hoping Montgomery couldn't hear. "... that you'd go easy on me."
"And I will," Wolfe said, scooting more onto Tessa's side and pulling her into his chest. "I'll make sure the judge knows you were very cooperative. Now ..."
Wolfe reached into his pants and easily pulled his hard, pink, stubby cock through the zipper. "... Get to work."
Without waiting for a response, Wolfe grabbed a fist full of Tessa's crimson hair and shoved her head into his lap. He held his dick steady and stuffed it into Tessa's surprised face. He was anything but gentle, immediately thrusting in and out of the teen idol's mouth.
