Chapter 2: Officer Grayson Ingratiates Herself to the BPD

On the outside, the Blüdhaven Police Department may look like any other police **** working in a hard city. To the unaware, they wouldn’t look any different from their contemporaries in Gotham, sans a working relationship with a friend in the shadows.

They don’t know that the BPD is much of a **** in the city's perversion as the forces of injustice they supposedly fight against. Slamming their cocks onto the people’s **** assholes while organized crime shoves it in their mouths. Flooding their insides with endless seeds of corruption.

The Mobs’ the self-styled Triads, the Street Gangs, the crooked Unions, the precinct facilitate a status quo for their illicit business. The balancing point between the “legitimate” government and the underworld. Allowing their dishonest work to go on, their dukedoms to be untouched, as long as any grievances don’t affect the well-to-do voting wards and city council.

Nonetheless, they do have to keep up appearances. Minor crimes are prosecuted, if only for maintaining the illusion of law and order. Petty robbers, muggers, murders, bands of street punks. Small fries that can’t afford a bribe or carry no influence. Convicting them presents the facade that the system is running and doesn’t rock the big players.

Whether or not Blüdhaven’s justice system ever lived up to the name cannot be remembered. Yet Ricarda Grayson has integrated herself within it despite how depraved it all is.

After her first weeks since graduation and quick assignment to the department, her law enforcement career has yet to make the headlines—only mild victories like detaining an ass-obsessed delinquent.

“Don’t make this harder on yourself, kid. You're lucky no one wanted to press charges, so if you’re a good girl, you'll only have a night inside .”

“ They didn’ press charges cuz they loved havin’ my hands on those cheeks. You did too; you were howlin’ louder than anyone else.”

Ricarda brought the young woman with palms like a paddle out of the patrol car. She struggled while guided through the lot, but her capturer had superior strength.

Likewise, being so close to the best booty in her life made the girl slightly more compliant, but not enough to keep her quiet.

“Lay it off, lady. I can walk on my own. Don’t need you on my shoulders.”

“Right so you can scamper off? Not a chance,” Ricarda secured the girl closer to her soft body. “I know how quick you can be on those legs, kid. I let you go, and you’ll be down the block before I can say freeze.”

While she didn’t mind getting closer to this babe in blue, The pleasantness dulled as they turned the corner to see the building’s doors. “<Stupid bimbo white girl thinks she’s hot shit. Wouldn’t be ridin’ so high if you found me in Scrimshaw with my girls. We’d have you layin’ in tires barking like a bitch.>” She mouthed off in Spanish.

“<If we were in Scrimshaw with your girls, they would be joining you in a holding cell. You should be happy you don’t have to share a bed.>” Ricarda replied like it was her native tongue.

That was enough to tone down her attitude but not snuff the defiance. “ How’d you even catch me carrying all that ass behind you?”

“What was that?”

“I said not like I can run away from you anyways. How you even catch me? How’d you do all that runnin’ and that flippin’ shit? You a superhero or somethin’?”

“Yeah, I’m the Bat daylighting as a cop. Now keep those legs moving.” Ricarda gave the girl a firm but not forceful push.

The two enter a den of wickedness disguised as a police station. Being surrounded by cops got her charge to finally shut up. And Ricarda kept her closer as if protecting the girl from her fellow “law enforcers.” As she walked past, she had to pretend to not notice much of the ranks’ indolence and baseness—galavanting like they weren’t living in Asbestos City, U.S.A.

Lazing away at their desks, putting only begrudging effort at solving cases. Stashing away bribes. Omitting or conveniently “losing” case files. One group near Ricarda’s desk was chumming around a screen at the latest superhero pinups. She worked hard to hide her disdain for their disregard.

“Heeeeeey Grayson. Baby! got another one for us?” “You bet, Bateman,”

“Looking good, Grayson! Like you were poured into that uniform.” “Thanks’ Dannameyer.”

“Aw Ricarda, sweetie, you sure I can’t take you out for dinner sometime?” “I’m flattered, Feldscheim, but I can’t. Still dealing with moving into my new place.”

However, they certainly had a good feeling for her. Not only on patrol, but Officer Grayson was also a hit in the office from her first day in the ****. All eyes were on her as she walked through the central offices towards processing. On every hip-swinging, heel clacking footfall bringing tremors up her calves, jostling her meaty thighs and even meatier backside.

“Your real popular, ‘Grayson.’” Her charge finally spoke again, learning her arrestor’s name. Well aware of the source of her popularity as it bumps into her every time the cop takes a left step. Enjoying its weight pressing into her until they reached processing.

“Yeah, well, they love how I bring the perps to the yard.”

“More like you bring in a lot of somethin’ else to the yard.” the brown girl mumbled.

After passing the girl off to booking, Grayson stayed in earshot. As suspected, she had nothing more than misdemeanors and minor thefts on her record. Carrying only the clothes on her back, some change, and a likely stolen cell phone. They didn’t even bother with a name. Just another street kid, they deemed her. Not worth much effort.

Nothing much would come of this. The nameless street kid would be back at her antics. But Grayson couldn’t help but hope a day off the streets could do a little good for her.

Regardless her shift was nearly over, and she moved to her desk to fill out her final reports.

“Caught another fish for us, Grayson?” Came the voice she was happiest to hear in the precinct. “Just a little guppy in Melville’s lake.” Ricarda turned to greet her mentor. The closest thing she had to Commissioner Jamie Gordon in this city, Sergeant Amy Rohrbach.

She’s one of the good ones, one of the only ones—the few honest cops working in the BPD. In the unenviable position of having authority in the system but not enough to effectively fight its endemic corruption.

“At least you're going out looking to catch something out there.” Her eyes hardened, turning to the officers at the monitor, with an image of Wonder Woman photoshopped with beach ball-sized asscheeks. “All our holding cells might as well have been filled by the new girl.”

They only turned away for a moment before getting back to their leering. The Sergeant could only sigh. Ricarda was reminded that her frustrations are nothing compared to one who’s endured them longer.

Yet, it has not deteriorated the sergeant’s mature beauty. Like the Commissioner, Amy carries a natural hourglass shape. She doesn’t have Jamie’s G-G’s, but her hips went past Gordon’s by miles and donned an even more plush and extra plump butt. Having more kids gave that advantage.

As they walked to her desk, Grayson could see in Rohrbach what she couldn’t see in herself, how much their new uniforms complement their bodies. NCOs were updated with a single-breasted tailcoat, high angled thong leotard, and thigh-length boots. Her mentor’s motherly, extra-wide hips going past the edges of the skirt’s rear section. The swish of her tails shared an enticing dance with her double-wide hips bobbing side to side. Shaking them around on top of her rump cheeks.

As they made their way to their desk, the jostling bootylicious pair couldn’t help but get attention. Grayson remained oblivious to it all. Rohrbach’s stern glare sent her contemptuous officers’ eyes down, yet their boners still went up. “Thanks for the props, Sarge, but really I didn’t do much. So far, my stellar career in law enforcement has only been taking leisurely strolls in the parks. I might be getting in my ten minutes every day, but I’m not filling cells. This is the first actual arrest I’ve made on my own.”

“That’s true, but I need to bust the girls in the balls when I can,” Rohrback smirked. But it was quickly turned to a pensive line. “And it’s not about the arrest; it’s that you go out and do real work, not just playing a cop. You give a crap about what this badge is supposed to represent. And that’s worth more than arrest in ‘Haven.”

Ricarda beamed. “It helps that I have a good example to emulate. '' Ricarda's smile infected the Sergeant's lightly-aged face. “Your sweet, Grayson.”

Amy immensely appreciated Blüdhaven having another good cop against her less scrupulous associates. On the other hand, Rohrbach was more similar to them than she wanted to admit. She wasn’t just interested in the rookie’s sound principles.

Ever since she took Grayson as her protege, she has to fight every moment to her eyes off her jutting ass. Seeing her every day in those high rising shorts. Greeted by those bee-stung smiling lips. Shadowing her patrols, watching that athletic body at work, carrying weight in all the right places down under. That booty’s unceasing bouncing and shaking became a constant in her mind. Whenever Amy hears the name Grayson, her femme cock is ready to pop out from her leotard.

Then the **** of Ricarda hip-swaying sent some papers off her desk. “Oh! Clumsy me.” Making her bend down and ride her shorts up and presenting all her ass to her mentor. Rohrback had to keep herself as rigid as her cock was getting to not throw the unaware black-haired minx onto her desk and make that booty ripple on her femme cock.

“There’s my favorite rookie- Great job out at Melville!” cooed a husky voice, interrupting Amy's secret assmiration.

* TWAP *

A bear-sized yet feminine palm delivered a hard spank to Ricarda’s posed backside. Her pussy instantly soaks her tight booty shorts. Turning only her head, Grayson shivered as Chief of Police Delmora Redhorn mauled her right asscheek.

The leading figure in the BPD’s corruption, acting as one of the lords of Bludhaven’s vice. Conducting her police **** to maintain the malignancy of Blüdhaven. Her influence is what shields the gangs and mobs rather than the citizenry. Why cops like Rohrbach cannot advance in rank or in cleaning up the precinct. Why her department is just like another criminal syndicate, and her ranks nothing more than badge-carrying thugs.

A grizzly woman that loomed over her subordinates in stature and overbearing temperament. Everything about her figure can be described as broad, shoulders, chest, limbs, core, and hips. And a broad femme cock that loves to impose its girth.

Dressed in her custom-tailored, belt-clad corset leotard. Parodying a dress uniform. The leotard pretended to be a suit jacket. Wide peaked lapels spread to display her broad chest, a fake collar, and a tie that sunk in between her cleavage. Pagoda-shouldered sleeves topped with epaulets, covering up to her fingers in latex with mock cuffs and faux white gloves. Gold belt hooks in the place of buttons, with buckled flaps on what would be breast pockets, linking under her cleavage and trailing into her leather reinforced jockstrap. The tails of her “jacket” lengthened to the bottom of her thigh-high, belt-clasped boots, attached by a garter belt integrated to the top of the uniform.

The large femme had no scruples showing her appreciation to her subordinates, especially towards her newest officer and the assets she brings to the department.

“I-I'm *mmmm!* glad you’re h-happy with my hard work, ma’am,” Ricarda suppressed a small gasp as the Chief casually explored the curves of her ass. Unconsciously she stuck it out to allow her superior a better grip.

"My dear, you’ve done fantastically.” She smiled with the teeth of a predator, looking down at her next succulent meal. “I heard from the other officers at the scene of your arrest. Great show you put for the crowd, Grayson. You’re a natural performer.”

You don’t even know the half of it. Ricarda desperately tried and failed to keep her composure as Redhorn’s fingers kneaded and groped. Digging between her cheeks, her middle finger teased her asshole. “They even got videos of it on our official channel. Already one of our top viewed.” Rohrback knew that as well; she watched it several times before seeing Grayson in person. The split flip was her favorite part. “Not even past your first month, and you’ve already done so much for our image.”

The Chief took her mitts off her favorite squeeze ball and placed them on Ricarda’s shoulders—pressing against her back. Redhorn’s slowly sashayed her hips to dig her femme bulge between Ricarda’s back padding. “If only we had more officers like you.” She clearly did not mean it the same as Rohrback, or so she tells herself. “ But I guess if we did, I wouldn’t have you to myself.”

“Since you're so one of a kind, make sure you don’t work yourself too hard out in the streets.” She roughly whispered—her breath tickling Ricarda’s hair. “I’d rather have you put that effort here in the office.”

“Ooooofff, oooooooh~! Of-of course, Chief,” Ricarda shuddered, unable to resist. The chief had Grayson trapped under her brutish lust. While not full penetration, it was enough to have her partially succumb to “Slut Brain.” Ricarda put her hands on top of Redhorn. Asynchronously following her hip sway, digging her girth deeper.

All the station wished they were in their boss’ position—getting a nice handful of the newbies’ ass. Yet they wouldn’t dare to get in between her and her new interest. That sweet affection she was giving the newbie would turn on a dime, and they would wish they were mauled by a bear compared to what Redhorn could inflict upon them.

Yet Rohrbach was brave enough to take a stand. Spurred by the molestation of her charge (and more than a little envy).“Ma’am, I’m sure Officer Grayson appreciates you taking the time to personally congratulate her first solo arrest, but her shift’s nearly over, and she still has to fill her final report.”

The sultry visage Redhorn had to Grayson turned into a grimace towards Rohrbach. “As Chief of this station, it’s my pleasure to show the proper thanks to our young officer’s hard work. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there Sergeant Rohrbach?”

Rohrback stood firm. .“I don’t mean to imply that, Chief. All of us in the station are grateful for how much affection you have for your subordinates.” The Sergeant stepped up to her Chief, which happened to put her breast-to-breast with Grayson. “But you don’t want another officer falling behind on reports. City Council is on us enough with keeping up the reforms.”

“It’s not your place to remind me of procedures, the Council’s concerns, or anything else.” She pushed forward, making sure that her shadow cast over her sergeant, and it just so happened to squeeze Ricarda’s head in between her cleavage. “Stick to your job and don’t put yourself in your superior’s affairs.”

Her toeing the line of insubordination was thinning, “I am doing my job, Chief Redhorn. Looking after my officers.” Of whom she was now digging her own cock into her camel toe.

While her two superiors were heating up in their tempers and their loins, Ricarda passed the point of interjecting. Even if she wanted to. Two hardening femme cocks were teasing her with penetration. Kissing her puckering pussy and asshole. Her rationality was overwhelmed, and she resigned herself to be a see-saw for the two.

She put one arm around Rohrback’s waist and at least half of Redhorn with the other. Rocking her hips. Pushing her butt onto Redhorn, Redhorn bucking her in reaction. Thrust into Rohrbach and the Sergeant returning the favor. So intense that they didn’t even realize they were thrusting their hips on a faux penetration ride.

Before things escalated between the two officers and Ricarda’s libido, a third element interjected. “U-Ummm, Chief Redhorn, Sergeant Rohrbach”

“ WHAT” Both contesting women growled at the cowing Deputy Chief Wendy Ebersol, meek as usual.

“I-I-I-Inspector Soames went to your office. Asked for you, Chief. S-S-Says’s important. She wouldn’t tell me why.”

The only person that can stop Redhorn from enjoying her officers or getting ready to make an example of an upstart. She calmed herself down and begrudgingly took herself off Ricarda and her head out of her cleavage. After she went upstairs, the rest of the office let out the breath they were holding, finally released from the tension. The Sergeant was thankful for the out she was given.

“...sorry you got caught in the middle of that, Grayson,” Rohrbach apologized after steadying herself. “This shouldn’t have happened. My stubbornness got the better of me as always.” Then realizing the girl still had an arm around her, breast still pancaked against each other.

She detached herself and turned around. Hoping Grayson hadn’t felt her cock between both of their stomachs. “T-that’s one thing I don’t want you learning from me.”

Fortunately, Ricarda was just regaining herself from the haze of Slut Brain. She wouldn’t consciously remember how she nearly became the meat for a femme cock sandwich. “It’s...oh. It’s ok. I don’t want to be the cause of any trouble.”

“Good. Keep that up, and you’ll get far in this station.” Far, far away from all of its ugliness. She muttered to herself, “Now that we’re past that, you still got some work to do. Like I said, I don’t want you to be falling behind like the rest of these lumps.”

Before Rohrbach walked away, Grayson needed to play one more card as the ignorant newbie.

“Oh, one more thing. Who’s Soames? I’ve heard the name but haven’t had the pleasure. And I didn’t know we had the inspector rank?”

It was a hard few seconds as Rohrbach struggled to find a...civil answer. One that would keep her charge safe in the dark.“Don’t worry about her, Grayson,” she declared with finality. “You don’t need to get anywhere near Soams. What you need to do right now is get your paperwork done, go home and relax.”

Ricarda let it drop and did just that. As the sergeant gave one last look at the unseen conspiracies up high, little did she know her charge knew more than she let on. Ricarda knew of Soames and why she carried a rank that the precinct technically did not possess. And she knew what Soames was calling Redhorn about.

As distasteful as it was to mislead the one cop she trusts, none of them could realize that Officer Ricarda Grayson was the second part of a grand design. Meant to infiltrate the lair of Blüdhaven’s injustice. She joined this den of wolves to find the avenue to strike them down from the inside. Granting herself insider access to the corruptive elements within.

It was a step her mentor never took on the war on crime. One she felt confident in taking.

But little has she considered the dangers of ingratiating herself to Blüdhaven’s source of perversion. She may believe she could become a **** of change within, but what will their corruptive forces change within her? Is she strong enough to resist its imposing girth, eager to debase her as it did to the institution? Or keen enough to realize the crumbling restraint of its unseen, unintentional threat?

Or will the BPD’s lascivious desires to turn her into their poster girl come true?

Ricarda Grayson finished filing her report. She grabbed her jacket and made her way out the doors. Her morning shift was over, and it was time to change into her other uniform.