Author's note: This story contains extreme sexual situations, including abduction, non-consensual sexual encounters, and pegging. If these subjects offend you, proceed no further.
Chapter 2
Fallon heard footsteps approach from behind her prone body. The impact of the footwear on the pavement was both harder and louder than she considered appropriate for a woman's gait.
She must be wearing boots.
The footsteps stopped just inches from her body. Fallon felt a hand clutching her hair and yanking her face off the dirty pavement. She twisted her head in an attempt to see her captor, but the woman's face was outside Fallon's line of sight.
"I don't need to search you," the woman said, "there's nowhere for you to hide anything."
The woman grabbed Fallon's left wrist and snapped a Plasticuff on it. She took Fallon's cell phone and stuffed it into her pocket. She then grabbed the right wrist and repeated the procedure. Fallon was laying face down on the pavement, her hands bound behind her back, while contemplating the fact that her bachelorette party was passing without her. A tear seeped out of her eye and dripped onto the blacktop.
"Please?" she pleaded. "I didn't do anything."
"I am advising you not to say another word until I've read you your rights. But first..."
Bill jumped to his feet and took off running down the alley. Hindered by his partially undone pants, he managed to cover five yards before the officer reached across her body, drew her bulky weapon, and marked her target with a red dot. She paused for a second and then fired. Two metal barbs struck Bill in the lower back. The sound of electricity crackling through two wires pierced the darkness. Bill went down to the pavement face first with the barbs still implanted in his lower back. For several seconds they continued to deliver an electrical charge to his torso. Bill's body twitched as the muscles in his back contracted. He tried to stand up, but his body would not cooperate. After several seconds he stopped struggling and collapsed to the ground in a quivering heap.
"Do I need to warn you?" the officer snarled in Fallon's direction. "Or did you learn something from your boyfriend's mistake?"
"I won't move," Fallon sobbed. "I promise."
The officer stood up and walked over to where Bill lay twitching. She removed the cartridge from the front of the electronic control device and pushed the exposed tip against Bill's rib cage.
"I almost never get a chance to use this thing," she said. "Stand up slowly. Put your hands on top of your head. Don't do anything stupid, or I'll discharge 50,000 volts directly into your kidney."
Bill staggered to his feet. He put his hands on top of his head, and then leaned into the wall when his legs began to wobble.
The officer started at his neck, and then patted his shoulders, chest, arms, waist, and back. She felt his front pockets and then his back pockets. She reached around and found his flaccid cock hanging out of his open fly.
"I'm putting your cock back into your pants. Make sure it stays there."
She continued patting down his legs until she reached his ankles. She then stood up, grabbed his wrists, twisted them behind his back, and snapped the Plasticuffs into place. She pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, looked at his driver's license, and then stuffed it into her pocket.
"Now let's walk over to the car."
Holding Bill by one arm, she led him to her cruiser. The engine was running, the headlights were shining straight ahead, and a spot light was still targeting the area where Fallon was laying on the ground.
"Listen up. The two of you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided to you free of charge. Do you understand these rights?"
"Yes," Bill answered.
"I do," Fallon sobbed.
The officer opened the rear door of the squad car and pushed Bill inside. She then walked over to Fallon, who was still lying prone on the ground. She grabbed Fallon by her arms and helped her to her feet.
Once Fallon was on her feet, the officer scrunched her nose and glared at Fallon.
"What the fuck? You stink of piss!"
The officer shone her flashlight on Fallon's skirt. It was soaked.
"God dammit, you fucking pissed yourself!"
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."
"You aren't getting into my car smelling like piss, god dammit. Stupid fucking cunt."
The officer pulled Fallon's skirt to her ankles.
"Step out of it," she commanded.
Fallon complied. She then ripped Fallon's tank top off her body and used it to wipe her down. Once her stomach, thighs, and crotch were sufficiently dry, she threw the tank on the ground.
"Now get your fucking ass in the car, and you better not piss again. If you do, I'll use your tongue to clean it up."
The officer shoved Fallon's naked body into the back of the car and closed the door. She removed Fallon's cell phone from her pocket, threw it on the ground, and smashed it with her heel. She took her seat behind the wheel, turned the air conditioning as low as it could go, and then turned the fan to maximum.
"Dispatch, this is Alpha Victor three-seven-nine," she barked into the radio handset.
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Go ahead, Alpha Victor three-seven-nine,"
the radio answered.
"I've got one male and one female suspect under arrest. The male suspect is named Bill Thornton, thirty-six years of age. The female is a Jane Doe, I'd say probably twenty-five or twenty-six years old. They're each to be charged with one count of public intoxication, drunk and disorderly conduct, lewd and lascivious conduct, indecent exposure, resisting arrest without violence, and resisting arrest with violence. I'm leaving the scene now. I should be at the station in fifteen minutes."
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Negative, Alpha Victor three-seven-nine. We can't handle your suspects. Gang detail did a sweep tonight and we have forty-six perps awaiting processing. The earliest we can get to your suspects is approximately three hours from now.
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"Then what the hell am I supposed to do with them? Let them walk?"
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Unless you or the suspects need medical treatment, that's what I recommend. Your choices are to release them, babysit them for the next three hours, or drive them out to Metro-West and process them there.
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"That's an hour away. No thank you."
"
Then you're releasing them?
