Martha steadied her shoulder against the wall, near a door. A raygun clasped in her hand. The short cop's dark hair was tied in a tight bun. She flexed her jaw while talking into her collar device. "Is everyone in position?"
"On your move," a voice replied.
Martha showed a cocky smirk. "Ready to make the biggest sex bust in history?"
"10-4."
Martha stepped back from the door. With raygun in hand, she jumped forward and front-kicked the chrome door open. It twirled off its hinges. She rushed inside with the weapon aimed. As she crossed the threshold, Plexiglas slid across the doorway. She wheeled around, banged her fist against the acrylic surface, but to no avail.
"Well, hello there," a deep, sensual voice said from behind her.
"Deviant' Dee..." Martha said through grit teeth. A spotlight pointed the cop out in the dark recesses. She slowly rotated to the circular lobby.
With a single light above his head as well, Dee sat on his throne in the middle of the grand room. He wore a black cotton robe with a crown upon his blonde pompadour. In the shadows, surrounding his throne, naked bodies squirmed on the floor on top of one another. Moans, whispers, and kisses sounded from the shadows.
"You are all under arrest for this display of sexual deviance!" Martha shouted, but no one seemed to take heed. She pointed her raygun at Dee. "Did you use your patented pheromone toxin?"
"No. These people are my followers," Dee said. "Anybody that tries it can't deny it. Sex is too beautiful to be illegal."
"It creates disease and babies that no one can take care of." Martha eased down the aisle. Her gun remained forward, but her eyes darted from side to side.
In the gloom, a man buried his head between a woman's legs. Another couple, at their side, copulated in the missionary position.
"You've never been fucked?" Dee sat up straight in his seat, squared his broad shoulders. He had a look of pity upon his face.
"We're not here to discuss my sex life, Dee," Martha growled.
Dee carried on with his analysis anyways. "I mean... really fucked?" he asked. "No virtual helmets. No bodysuits. No SexWorld, no robots. I mean really, grunting, squirting, fucked."
"No." Martha continued forward. Her brows arched over a forbidding glare. "Filthy. I wouldn't e—"
"Oh, stop it. Don't act so prudish," Dee said. "Enemies know enemies well. Just like you spy on me, learn my habits, I do the same with you."
"What are you talking about?" Martha asked.
"SexWorld..."
Martha slowed her steps, relaxed her stance a bit.
"That's right. I know you go to that sex amusement park." Dee smirked. "I wonder what fantasies you're working out in there. Robots or not, at least you're fuckin. It's unhealthy to keep it all bottled up, especially being on the police forc—"
"Enough!" Martha demanded silence.
"And by happenstance," Dee continued right along, "it's always before a confrontation, a bust."
Martha's gaze sharpened on her nemesis, nostrils flared.
"Does the adrenaline rush get you excited?" Dee asked. "That's a dumb question. Of course it does."
"I said, 'that's enough!" Martha hollered, her voice reverberated off the circular walls. "Put your hands in the air."
"I don't think I will." Dee licked his lips, as though becoming aroused by the moment.
Martha made it within arms reach. She circled Dee with raygun aimed.
Dee followed the short brooding cop with his eyes. "Why all the violence when we can make love?"
"I'm not here to make love," Martha said with a strong tone. "Now get up!"
"I know what you want." Dee stood from his throne. He was a beast of a man, towering over the short cop. He lifted his hands in the air. "You want a good hate fuck."
Martha shot Dee an evil eye before holstering her gun. She took Dee by the wrists, spun him around, and kicked his knees out. "Your hound-dog species is almost extinct. We're neutering, you pups."
"Your feminist bullshit ain't changing nothing. The laws might change, but that doesn't change a man's nature," Dee confidently said. He fitted his fingers behind his head, going right along with Martha's protocol. "Deep inside each male is an animal, a feral beast that divides and conquers if woken. During war, during sex. You need that animal—"
Martha gave him a shove. She grabbed both of his wrists and jerked them behind his back.
"Ahhh... it seems you have that animal in you too," Dee said from his knees. He whistled. "Terry. Navi."
Two nude figures, balding man and sun-kissed woman, rushed out from the dark recesses and restrained Martha. Terry ripped the gun from her holster while Navi worked with the buckle of her jeans. Martha showed resistance. She squirmed, kicked. Terry restrained her arms. Navi untied Martha's combat boots. She removed them along with her white socks. Martha kicked at Navi, but Navi caught Martha's ankle with swift reflexes. Navi grabbed the waistband of Martha's jeans, band of her panties, and yanked them off. Martha crossed her legs tightly in an attempt to hold them on, but the fabric slipped through the space, leaving her round backside bare to the room.
"Bada-bing." Dee bit his bottom lip at the sight.
Martha growled. She planted her barefoot on the ground and tugged against Terry's hold. He kicked her knees out from under her, pinned her belly-down to the cool tile floor. Her humble round breasts, large dark areolas, squished against the surface. Martha wriggled, growled, as the nude couple pulled her shirt off and unfastened the black bra. Once completely naked, they picked her to her knees again.
"Look at this..." Dee circled Martha, leering, while kicking her scattered clothes aside.
Martha scowled. Whispers sounded around her, so she whipped her head to each side of the room. Her naked body had never been seen by another person, much less a whole room of people. Her face became red with embarrassment.
The orgy came to a halt. Naked bodies gathered at the periphery of the light. Their eyes appeared to pop out from the darkness.
With all eyes on her lewd, vulnerable position, Martha hung her head. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Chill-bumps swarmed her skin, making her dark nipples steely stiff.
"Oh yessss...." Dee crouched behind Martha. He grazed his fingertips over the soft sole of Martha's foot. The cop wiggled her toes, clenched them, warding away the tickle. Dee breathed upon her neck. "For someone with authority, someone who commands the day, for someone like you, you want to feel vulnerable."
"Fu—" Martha started to speak.
Dee spanked her plump ass, squeezed it in his palm. Martha jolted forward, but Dee held on to her shoulder. He snatched Martha's raven hair, jerked her head back. The villain's other hand slithered around Martha's waist. His fingers combed through the cop's black landing strip.
"You think you're gonna get away with this?" Martha glared at the ceiling, hair still being yanked back. As Dee's fingers inched closer to her clit, Martha squeezed her thighs together, trapping Dee's hand.
"I'm not the enemy..." Dee planted kisses down Martha's shoulder. He withdrew his hand from the officer's crotch and squeezed Martha's breasts instead. He flicked her tight nipples before releasing her hair. "...I'm the liberator."
"Then let me go!" Martha said.
"Ironically, that's part of your liberation." Dee undid his black robe. The flaps opened to a muscular physique: bulging biceps, big chest, and abs on top of abs. His cock was thick, long, veiny. The hog hung down his thigh. The robe crumpled to his feet. He stepped out of it and once again knelt behind Martha.
