Stark silver glistened against her dark skin. It was cold around her wrists, loose enough not to bite but too tight for escape. A chain hung between her limbs and jingled as she was marched from the police car, into the undersized building. Uniforms rushed around inside, taking calls, prepping to leave or handling a random errand. The walls were littered with papers and mugshots. The smell of coffee, sweat and last minute deodorant permeated the building.
Ashley sighed. For the seventh time, she assumed. She had lost count along the ride over. How did it end up like this? She expected trouble once her parents got home, though never to this degree. They would ground her and probably make her clean up every inch of the house several times over, but the cops wouldn't be involved. And now, because of her morning session, here she was.
She gave a terse grin to a passing policewoman, who stared back in shock. They hadn't offered to let her shower or even wipe herself down, as such her ebony complexion was dotted with the crusted remains of her climax. It sullied her once magnificent hair and clung to her cheeks. At least they gave her some fresh clothes. Her cock rested within the crotch of her extra-strength, baggy jeans, flaccid but ready to surge at a moment's notice. And her breasts strained a plain, black shirt.
"So, uh..." the rookie policewoman who helped arrest her struggled for words. Anyone would. Professionalism and training only went so far, they couldn't prepare you for discovering a teenage futa cumming enough to flood an Olympic pool. Not one that also had a cock bigger than most guys, and juxtaposed with her curves
They gulped and glanced back to their paperwork, "Right, Ashley, you understand why you're here, yes?"
"Yeah," Ashley said. What else could she say? Any explanation as to why she was compelled to cum and break her neighbours' fences would fall on death ears. They didn't know about her unique physiology, even her doctor was clueless for the time being.
"Property damage, indecent exposure..." the cop glanced at Ashley's crotch, to the bulge of her member. It was mistakable for an odd fold in the fabric at first glance, a common tactic she used when in public. Few people spared another look, either unperturbed by the futa or captivated by her other assets.
"It's, uh, not that easy for me," Ashley said.
"I-I'm sure," the woman nodded and focused on Ashley's eyes. The best move she could make. Anywhere else on the futa proclaimed a seductive nature, from how her sleek shoulders blended into the swell of her pert breasts, then pinched into her waist and burst into her hips. She wasn't tall, but her legs still sported luscious thighs.
"How long am I looking at?" Ashley asked.
"I can't say. We don't normally deal with people like you," the rookie answered, "Um, that, that is trans-women with your 'problem'."
"I'm not trans. I'm a futa. Futanari. Girls with dicks, you know?"
The cop blushed, "Yeah. I-I'm aware." A possible out, Ashley thought and leaned forward.
"Maybe if you help me out of this whole thing, I can... show you?" She lied. Three other people knew of her dick, her mom, dad and doctor, and she planned to keep it that way. She shuddered to think of what would happen if the news spread around school. Just because this woman is a cop, meant nothing. People gossip whether they want to or not. She doubted the man would say anything, for shame of being dwarfed by her member. Even her dad didn't like talking about it for that reason.
"I wish," the woman sighed, "But I can't. We're going to detain you until we can get hold of your parents, after that, you'll be fined for damages and released. It's procedure."
"Yeah," Ashley exhaled and slouched into the hard plastic chair. Of course they wouldn't spend the extra dollar to make them comfortable, not for criminals. Which she now was.
"But if you, uh, get a little antsy or something, I wouldn't mind helping out."
"I think I'd probably flood the station," Ashley said.
"Oh, yeah," the cop turned away, eyes lost in an unseen fantasy. Ashley could guess what it was though, as the policewoman's thighs shuffled together and her cheeks burned a deeper shade of red. She was cute, a slightly squared face, puckered lips and a short, spunky haircut. Her body wasn't bad either, fit and trim for her job. The stab vest swelled at her bust, hinting at a decent cup size.
"I'm cool with that if you are," Ashley chuckled. A nervous laugh. It's one thing to flood her room and house, another to flood her neighbour's garden, but a catastrophe to ruin a police station. Although, she thought with a glance around, it would be interesting to see if she could. The building was bigger than her home by a wide margin. Perhaps she would only manage a layer on the floor.
"Don't tempt me," the policewoman groaned, "They've been giving me crap ever since I started."
"Sorry," Ashley said.
"Not your fault. Though I can hear them now. 'Hey, Judy, heard you arrested an entire orgy the other night'. Or maybe something more like; 'got a thing for trannies, eh, Judy?'" An entire orgy? Made sense, given the sheer amount of cum at the scene of the crime.
"Well, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. So," Ashley shrugged and glanced to the cop's legs once more. They were rubbing together, both nervous and excited. The fabric was black and thick, but Ashley swore a dampness had formed at Officer Judy's crotch. A way out, though one that required her to seduce a cop. She hadn't even kissed another girl, much less seduced one her own age. This woman was older, trained, but willing. A daunting combination.
If Ashley started something, she would have to finish it. A prospect her cock didn't mind as it pulsed against its bonds. The head peeked from her foreskin and rubbed at the insides of her pants, striking her with sensation. She stiffened and swallowed the moan that leapt to her mouth.
"Anyway, we'll get you through processing, then it's in a cell with you," Judy said, "Don't worry, we've got an open one right now."
"Thanks." In truth that was better and worse. The privacy was nice, and being away from a proper criminal gave her peace of mind, however she already felt the temptation creeping in. Her cock was flaccid, a state that could change with a few wayward fantasies. A fellow prisoner would keep those thoughts at bay. Or invite them.
Alone would be best. It all came down to her willpower in the end.
"Um," Judy nodded to Ashley's lower body. The futa followed and jerked to a stop. Her hips, unbidden, had been rocking to and fro on the chair, while her cuffed hands cupped the swelling bulge of her cock. She hadn't thought of anything sexual. At all. Aside from the urge to unload herself. Her cock pulsed against her hand.
"Sorry," Ashley raised her hands and held them between her breasts, pulling the shirt taut around her rigid nipples. She inhaled and they rubbed against the fabric. Pleasure lashed against her nerves, delicious and unwelcome.
"Do you think it'll happen again?" Judy asked.
"I don't know. It happened the other day as well," Ashley squirmed against the uncomfortably hard chair, swollen balls brushed against it and her pants, while her pussy craved attention. A bead of moisture rolled down the back of her testes. Please be sweat, Ashley thought.
Judy's eyebrow arched. Her lips fell open, closed and opened again. Was she imagining it? The cop's hands settled into her lap, arms rigid, "It did?"
"Yeah. In my bedroom. I almost drowned," Ashley said. A shudder passed through her to Judy, one of fear at what had almost come to be and of lust to do it again. The policewoman didn't share her fear, it seemed, as her thighs spread apart. She looked on the verge of shoving a hand down her pants and fingering herself, then and there, in front of all her colleagues. The two could help each other out. They could drop their pants and masturbate each other.
"Jesus," Judy whispered and shook her head. She returned her attention to her paperwork, "Um, follow me, please. We need to get you processed." Her tone was rushed, eager to get away and back to some semblance of normality.
The process was simple. A mugshot, fingerprint, some details. It seemed like moments later and the cell door was being drawn shut before her, bars shutting her inside a single windowed cell, its walls unpainted, the same dull grey of the concrete they were made from. A pair of bunk beds rested on either side. She sat on one and it creaked noisily under her weight.
Her hands weren't released. Worse, they were bound behind her back now, impossible to manoeuvre back around. Ashley laid back. The mattress provided was thin in places, lumpy in others, letting her feel the springs underneath in vivid detail. Her arms already ached from being cuffed behind her back, and her cock yearned for freedom. Yet she had nothing she could do.
Nothing but wait and hope a miracle came along to save the day. Not impossible. Judy might do something, in return for a favour of course. No mystery as to what it would be. Ashley's cock throbbed and stained her pants, announcing its approval with a burst of pre. The sudden explosion in her production had carried over. Her borrowed trousers were drenched in moments.
"Great," Ashley sighed as her clothes squelched. They clung to her skin now, the bulge of her cock vivid, down to its every vein and bloated head. Oh god, she needed release. Sitting there, with her dick in the open for all to see, would be better than this. Her pants made every movement a trial, either sending jabs of discomfort or shocks of pleasure through her member.
"Ashley?"
She looked to the bars and saw Judy there.
"Yeah?"
"You've got a phone call," Judy said. The futa stood and shuffled to the bars, careful not to agitate her cock.
"Hello?" Ashley said into the receiver, which Judy held against her ear.
"Those inhibitors didn't work, then?" Doctor Lenis asked. Her voice reached through the phone and embraced Ashley, soothing and arousing her. The memory of yesterday filtered through, as did the desire. Any dry patches of her pants were lost as her dick spewed another wave.
"No, they didn't. I think they made it worse," Ashley said.
"Well, don't worry. I'll be there in a bit and get this taken care of."
"Thanks."
"Then we'll pick up from tomorrow."
"What?" Ashley asked, but the doctor had already hung up. How long would it take her to get there? Ten minutes? Fifteen? The drive from her place took almost twenty. Perhaps Lenis' practice was close by. Regardless, she would have to survive until then.
