To Serve and Pleasure

To Protect and Pleasure

"What does your husband think of that?" Officer Randy Boyles asked his partner, looking out the passenger window at two teens talking on the sidewalk. He and his partner were on their shift, driving down various streets, just making sure everything was ok. Randy had only been a cop for a year and for the past six months had been assigned to his senior partner.

"He really, really wants kids," Officer Jess Newman said. She'd been on the force for ten years and was looking for a promotion soon, something to get her off the streets and into a more important roll. "I mean... really. I think he's tracking my cycles on the calendar himself."

"Damn! That's serious. What are you gonna do?" he asked.

Jess shook her head as she turned the corner. "I don't know... I don't want to break his heart," she said. "I just don't feel ready to leave my job. And I can't really be a mom and work like this. I'm thirty three. I still have a little time. I just wanna wait for a promotion and a desk job before having kids."

Randy was only engaged, so he really wasn't thinking about the repercussions of having kids just yet. At twenty four he had so much time before he had to worry about that.

"Be advised," a call came over the radio. "Possible 594 at 1115 Willow Street. Suspect is female, five foot, blonde hair, wearing a grey t-shirt and jeans. Available units please respond."

Randy picked up the mic. "Copy that. Adam Ten responding." He set the mic back on the cradle.

"Ten-four. Adam Ten Responding," the dispatcher echoed.

"That's the warehouse district," he said.

"Mmhmm," Jess frowned. "Always some kind of shit going on down there. It's almost like clockwork. I can't tell you how many times I've been called there."

The warehouses were all arranged in rows on both sides of Willow Street, with the parking lots connected. Jess pulled into the entrance, close to 1115, and started circling the building, looking for access points.

As they rounded the back corner, Jess saw that the window to the back door was broken. It appeared that this and the warehouse next door were both unused. That always seemed to draw problems.

She stopped the car near the door. "You go around to the front."

"Ten four," Randy said, opening the car door and jogging back around the building to the front.

Other than the broken door, the back contained several garage doors, used for loading and unloading goods. None of them seemed disturbed.

Jess got out of the car and walked to the door. She slowly pulled it open as she drew her gun. She stepped carefully inside, her eyes scanning for any movement, any danger. Each step through the door crunched as she stepped on the broken glass. This area of the building was strictly lit by the light streaming in through the door.

The back entrance had several offices as well as a mail room but all were empty. The entire area was littered with old desks and chairs that were used by the old tenants, as well as some trash that came from who-knows-where. She continued down the hall and through a set of double doors into the main room.

She stepped into the three-story room which was lit by the sun shining in through the windows near the ceiling. The place was almost completely empty, except for some cardboard boxes and broken furniture littered about the floor.

She heard the metallic clacking of a spray can being shaken and turned towards her right. A young woman was facing the wall, her back turned to Jess. The wall was partially painted and it looked like the young woman was moving to a new color. A can was in her hand and she held it aloft, ready to spray.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Jess said suddenly, startling the young woman.

The blond immediately dropped the spray can and ran towards the front of the building, away from Jess.

"FREEZE!" Jess yelled in her most commanding tone and the young woman stopped cold in her tracks. "Hands in the air. Don't... fucking... move."

Jess approached the woman, her eyes continuing to scan to see if there was anyone else with her. When she reached the young woman, she grabbed her by her t-shirt at the neck and pushed her against the wall.

"Hands on the wall," she commanded. As the young woman complied, Jess holstered her weapon. She grabbed handcuffs from her belt and clasped them around the girl's right wrist. Then she pulled it behind the girls back, along with her left arm and cuffed her wrists together.

The girl looked over her shoulder, and Jess recognized her. "Officer Newman... good to see you again. You're looking good today."

"Hi Sarah," Jess replied. "I thought after the last three times we were past this." Jess started patting the girl down, looking for any weapon or drug paraphernalia. "Do you have any weapons or sharp objects of any kind?"

"No... Hey, easy!" Sarah said, objecting to how forceful Jess was being. "You know, I'm just trying to stay busy."

"What's in the backpack?" Jess asked walking over and picking it up. She opened the top as she walked back over to the young blond.

"Oh... just kid stuff," Sarah said. "You wouldn't be interested."

"Oh, yeah... I wouldn't be interested in this at all," Jess laughed, reaching inside. "Spray cans... and, oh, jewelry... cash... and... what's this? Credit cards! What's all this?"

"I found them," Sarah said. "I was taking them back to their rightful owners. Trying to be a good citizen."

"Sure you were," Jess said, shaking her head. This was far more serious than simple vandalism.

"What am I getting arrested for this time?"

"Vandalism... trespassing... and possession of stolen goods," Jess said.

"Vandalism?" Sarah laughed. "I'm just trying to brighten up the place. Don't you think it needs it?"

"Do you know how stupid you sound?" Jess spat at her, angry that this... this girl... was being so flippant. "It's the same thing with you. You're defacing someone's property. And that's illegal."

"And I guess with fascist pigs around you make the rules," Sarah said, getting angry and defiant.

"You have the right to remain silent," Jess started reading her Miranda rights.

"I'm twenty two, I'm not an idiot," Sarah spat. "We've done this before. I know my rights."

"You have the right to an attorney," Jess continued.

Seeing and hearing what was happening in the big room, Randy joined them, holstering his weapon as he approached. "What's going on?" he asked Jess, then recognized the young woman. "Sarah? What in the hell are you doing here?"

"You know her?" Jess asked, surprised.

"Yeah, she's my kid sister," Randy said.

Jess smiled and nodded. "Well, well, well... the spoiled brat that you've told me about. Well, your kid sister has been getting into a lot of trouble with the law lately."

"Protect and serve my ass, huh Randy?" Sarah spat. "Why are cops like you two busting my ass for decorating when there's real bad guys out on the street? Do you just enjoy harassing people? Do you, like, get off on it or something?"

Jess jerked Sarah by her arm. "You better watch your mouth, little girl, before you write a check you can't cash."

"Whatever," Sarah said, rolling her eyes.

"Let me talk to her, Jess," Randy said. "We don't need to take her in."

"Fuck you, Randy," Sarah spat. "You're just as bad as she is. You get a hardon just thinking about handcuffing people."

"Bitch!" Randy said, getting angry at her. She always got what she wanted. Everything... like the car she wanted when she turned sixteen... the college she wanted when she graduated. It was like their parents idolized her... their little precious Sarah.

Jess looked at Randy, as if not so sure about not taking her in. "You know... I've been dealing with spoiled brats like her... every... day. This is the fourth time I've busted her, and she just comes back for more."

"Are you going to let me go or not?" Sarah said, aggravating Jess even more.

Jess walked up to her, putting her face an inch from the girl. "You know what... the world doesn't give a shit about you. The only one that's gonna change that is you. Trust me. Act like a vandal... a criminal... and that's the only way they're going to see you. You'll never be good for anything."

"So what!" Sarah spat back. "What do you fucking care? Are you going to let me go or are you going to take me to the station? I'm bored with you!"

"Sarah, shut the fuck up for once, ok?" Randy could see how aggravated his partner was getting and knew that it wasn't going to go well for her if she kept up this defiant attitude.

"Every time we go through this... it's always the same," Jess said. "And we keep doing it again and again and again. Well, this time, we're gonna try something a little... different."

Jess spun the girl around and grabbed the cuffs, sliding her key into the lock to open them.

"You're letting me go?" Sarah asked, rubbing her wrists.

Randy could see something in Jess' eyes that bothered him. She was as angry at Sarah as he was, but she looked... like she was planning something devious. "What are you doing, Jess?" he asked.

"Take off your clothes," Jess told the young woman as she put the handcuffs back on her belt. Randy looked at her, shocked, but intrigued.

"What?" Sarah asked, shocked. "No! I want a fucking lawyer."

"Do you see any lawyers around?" Jess asked, quickly looking to one side, then the other, mocking her.

"Jess... what are we doing?" Randy asked.

"I'm not doing anything," Jess said, stepping back. "You are. I'm not even here. I'm still out front, looking around. And it looks to me like your sister here is starting a career in stealing. And that's real jail time. Is that what you want, Sarah?"

"No... but..." Sarah stammered, confused, sounding a little like she wasn't in control any more.

"So, what do you want to do, Sarah?" Jess asked her. "Do you want to take off your clothes or go to jail?"

Sarah looked at her and realized she was serious. Very serious. And Randy was one hundred percent backing her up. She didn't want to go to jail. Every other time she was dragged in, she was quickly released with a smack on the wrist, paying a little fine.

"My brother is going to bust me?" Sarah spat. "Poor, little Randy? This is a joke, right? He can't even think for himself. He only does what his fiancé tells him to do."

"You little bitch!" Randy said, taking a step forward in anger.

Jess held out her arm, blocking her partner from advancing further. "I highly recommend you take off your clothes... right now," Jess said.

"Alright... alright..." Sarah said.

"Jess, let's just take her in," Randy said, wondering what in the hell was going on as he watched his little sister start to slide her t-shirt over her head exposing her bra-less, A-cup breasts. He was bristling with anger but now his hunger for her was mixing with it.

"Time for you to man up, Randy," Jess said, smirking at him. "You see what she thinks of you... like some pathetic excuse of a man. But I know better. So it's time for you to teach this little cunt a lesson. One that she's not going to forget."

Sarah unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down and off her legs until she was left standing in only her panties. She looked at the two officers as if she thought she was done.

"All of it," Jess said, enjoying her power over the adorable, insolent, young woman.

Sarah looked at her brother for a moment, almost pleading to be saved, but Randy looked back with anger and hunger in his eyes. She slowly grabbed her panties and pushed them down her legs, too.

"The more questions you ask, the more you delay, the more noncompliant you are, the harder this is going to be on you," Jess said. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," Sarah said, putting her hands on her hips, still not understanding what was going on, but still somewhat defiant, even in her nakedness.

"Put your hands behind your back." Sarah complied, her small breasts jutting forward, emphasizing her tight, hard nipples. Jess moved slightly aside. "Randy... come here. Touch her."

Randy hesitated, so Jess grabbed one of his hands and, with her hand on the back of his, ran his hand over Sarah's stomach and breasts, gently, lightly pinching and pulling her nipples.

Randy could feel his cock getting hard. He'd never seen his sister's body before and now it was bared for him... now it was her body he was touching. He was so... excited.

"I think the part of you that thinks she's in control... actually... loves being out of control," Jess said to Sarah, continuing to guide Randy's hand to tease her, squeezing her breast more firmly, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You like being controlled, don't you Sarah?"

"Yes," Sarah said softly, closing her eyes for a moment as the pain and pleasure washed over her. She was extremely excited and she licked her lips. Her mouth was so dry.

"And your brother, here, doesn't want to take you to jail," Jess said. "He doesn't want your parents to know that their child, their beautiful, little girl is a repeat criminal. He would much rather teach you a lesson, instead. Isn't that right Randy?"

Randy nodded slowly, starting to understand what was going on. "Yes. You know it would kill Mom and Dad to see you in jail."

"And I know that he is so tired, so... frustrated... at your lack of respect for him... as a man... as an officer of the law... and as your brother," Jess said. Slowly, Jess guided Randy's hand down Sarah's stomach and started touching her pussy. He could feel her heat... her wetness... and the soft folds of her pussy, exciting him even more.

"Isn't that right, Randy?" Jess asked, sliding his finger deeper between her lips, getting it wet with her juices.

"Yes," Randy agreed readily, almost growling with desire.

"You like it when someone... owns... you and does whatever they want to you, don't you Sarah?" Jess asked. "You like when there's nothing... absolutely nothing... you can do about it. When all you can do is simply... obey."

Sarah nodded slowly, licking her lips again. God this was turning her on! "Yes."

Jess moved her hand away, leaving Randy to touch Sarah on his own. His fingers gently teased her clit, circling it, making Sarah moan softly. Standing so close to her, he was clearly a foot taller than her. He could see and feel how much bigger he was, how easily he could dominate her.

"She has such a sexy, young body, doesn't she?" Jess smiled, moving behind Sarah to press the two siblings closer together. She took a few strands of Sarah's blond hair in her hand, playing with it. "Today, you're going to teach your sister a good and proper lesson. She belongs to you. You get to do... whatever... you want to her and she won't stop you. Wouldn't you like that?"

"Yes," Randy growled, looking down at her, placing his hands on her breasts, fingering her nipples once again.

"You want her, don't you?" Jess asked him, pushing Sarah until the two were touching, her naked body against his clothed body. "Don't you want to fuck her? Don't you want to fuck the sassy, criminal brat right out of her?"

"Yes," he growled again, looking down at her as she looked up, her face a mix of desire and fear.

"Then kiss her."

Randy bent forward, his hands cradling Sarah's head as the two kissed, tenderly and nervously at first, with Randy's becoming hungrier.

"Now," Jess said, taking a step back. "Be a man. Be the man she needs... a controlling, dominant man. Take control of her."

Randy looked at his partner, then looked down at his sister. Her look was so submissive, as if wanting him to do whatever he wanted. His own sister, the brat, the rude bitch... wanted him to control her, force her to do what he wanted.

Randy took hold of one of Sarah's arm and pulled her to a piece of broken furniture. "Bend over the desk," he told her, pushing her down on it. "Spread your legs." He held her hips down on the desk and used his foot to push her legs further apart.

"Play with yourself. Slowly." Jess and Randy watched as she slid her right hand back between her legs and started sliding her fingers over her pussy, circling over her clit in a slow, lazy circle.

"Do you love it when someone uses your body for their pleasure, Sarah?" Randy asked, watching her, feeling himself get more and more excited. His erection was trying to burst through his pants.

"Yes," she whispered.

Jess walked up to Randy and unbuttoned his shirt, slowly moving down his body. She pulled it from his slacks and tossed it aside, then started unfastening his pants. "This is going to be so much fun," she whispered to him. "Teach her a lesson."

Randy raised a hand to his lips and got them wet and put the other hand on Sarah's hips. "You're shaking. Are you nervous?"

"Yes," Sarah nodded and gasped at his touch.

Randy slid his fingers through her pussy again, and slowly circled her exposed asshole. "So wet... someone's already excited. You are a bad girl aren't you. A spoiled little brat that needs to be taught a lesson."

He brought his fingers to his mouth again, tasting her wetness for the first time. "So sweet. A nice, young pussy just for me." He slid his middle finger inside of her as she gasped. Her muscles contracted around the penetrating digit, squeezing it. "Tight... surprisingly. I'm really going to stretch you out."

He started fingering her, sliding his middle finger in and out of her pussy, feeling it grow hotter and wetter. He licked a second finger and slid it in, too, fingering her now with two.

"Tell me you like it," he growled.

"I... I like it," Sarah moaned, feeling so helpless.

"Look at me," Randy said, bending over her so that he could plainly see her face. "So good, isn't it?"

"Oh my God," Sarah moaned, getting close to cumming as his fingers curled and teased her G-spot, too.

"Oh... I think you're having too much fun," Randy said, pulling his fingers free and swirling them over her labia instead. "I want to toy with you some more. So, I think we need some ground rules. I know you don't like rules, Sarah. You don't like... limits or boundaries. But you'll follow my rules. Right? If you know what's good for you."

"Yes," Sarah panted. "I will."

"First, you don't cum until... I... tell you," he said. "Your orgasms are mine. I will give you one for my fucking pleasure only. I'm gonna take you so close to the edge of an orgasm... and, every time, I'm going to take it away. A spoiled brat like you always gets what you fucking want. But you're not getting what you want today. You're only going to get what... I... give you."

"Second, you don't do... anything... until I tell you to," Randy said. "And you'll do exactly what I tell you when I tell you to do it. Understand?"

"Yes," Sarah panted again.

Randy knelt on the floor behind Sarah, firmly grabbing her ass with both hands, squeezing her cheeks and pulling them apart. "Oh, look at that," he said, looking at her ripe, swollen pussy and pink rosebud. He bent forward and smelled her. "Smells so fucking good. Your pussy is so wet. You wanna cum, don't you? If you're a good girl, I'll let you cum. Is that what you want? Don't you wanna feel good?"

"Yes," she whispered, breathing hard as she felt him behind her, wishing he'd touch her pussy again.

Randy licked her pussy, sliding his tongue deep between her labia, pushing inside her.

"Oh!" Sarah panted loudly, closing her eyes as the pleasure rolled over her. The dirty nature of all this... a dirty room, bent over a broken desk, being watched by a woman, being eaten from behind... by her own brother. It was all... overwhelming. "Oh my... oh right there. That feels good. I'm gonna cum!"

Randy backed away for a moment, looking at her quivering wet folds. "What did I tell you about cumming?"

"Sorry," she said, her body still shaking a little.

"So you're not going to cum?"