File a complaint with the captain

{if com = 1} Saturday December 26th

Go to police station, and file a complaint with the captain

Make some changes in the police station

{else} {endif}

"Here we are sir." Gaby said, pointing towards the doors. I had followed her to the police station. It had only occurred to me to control the police office less than an hour ago, but Gaby had to be a tough cop. So unfortunately, Rebecca wouldn't be knocked up until this was done, although she looked like she had accepted her new role quite well. I looked over at Gaby, and realized that she had wiped off my cum while in the car.

"Who told you you could clean your face up slut?" I asked, causing the police officer to flinch.

"I... You..." She looked to the building, then back at me. "You wanted me to take you to the station, I couldn't let the officers see me covered in... Covered like that." She said, sounding worried.

"No worries," I said, feeling her ass through her pants. "We'll just have to reapply it." I turned towards the building, stepping towards the front door. I entered into a room that looked like a small reception area, although there was no one behind the counter. Instead, behind the counter were desks lined up, with a couple of closed doors near the back. At the desks were a couple of men in uniform matching the one that Gaby was wearing. As I entered with Gaby in tow (I told Rebecca to drive Lucia back home), a couple of them looked my way. A chunky looking man stepped up to the desk, and offered me a smile and a nod, before turning to Gaby.

"Hey Gaby, aren't you supposed to be on patrol right now?" She gave the man a worried look, before motioning towards me.

"This man needed... help with something." She paused. "He wants to see the captain." The man gave Gaby a concerned look, then a smile at me. He extended his hand to shake.

"Lieutenant Bilsby." I took his hand, shaking it.

"John Doe. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." He looked behind him, at the closed door at the other end of the room, then back at me, tilting his head. "The captains a bit busy right now, anything I can help with?"

"Probably sometime, but for now, I need to speak to the highest ranking officer." I said, throwing a command over everyone in the police ****.

You think I'm a member of an incredibly powerful and influential family

"Oh. OH! Of course Mr. Doe." He looked back at the closed door, then back at me. "I'll go let the captain know." He quickly walked to the backroom, faster than I would have expected from a man his size, then entered. From the cracked door, the room was especially dark, which I found strange. I turned to see Gaby standing there, not knowing what to do. She was clearly scared of leaving without permission. I sighed.

"Get back on patrol officer. Although expect to have some words with your captain tonight."

"Y-yes sir!" She said, as official as she could to someone who had covered her in semen less than an hour before. She did a half salute, and walked awkwardly out of the building. When she did, I stepped around the counter, looking around at the station. It seemed pretty average, at least from what I saw in TV shows I suppose. I hadn't spent any time here myself, although I'm sure Dana would find some of this a bit familiar. As I walked through the desks, Bilsby walked up to me.

"Mr. Doe, the captain can see you now." As he began to walkaway, he stopped. "Oh, and would you like anything to drink or eat? We don't have much, but I can see about running out to the store if-"

"That's fine Lieutenant. I'm good." I walked towards the office as he nodded. I grabbed the handle, and walked in, to a very shocking surprise. The captain of the police stood up, and came to shake my hand.

"Hello Mr. Doe, I'm captain Mancill, although you can call me Grace."

I guess I didn't ask, but still. Gaby should have mentioned that the captain was a smoking hot milf. Then again, she didn't get to do too much talking between my cock being in her mouth, her pussy, or her face. Which was giving me ideas for the woman in front of me.

"H-hi." I stumbled, from shock. I quickly got it together, then took her hand. "Hello Grace, you can call me John. It's a pleasure to meet you." I said, causing her to wince a bit. I looked at her desk, saw the coffee, and put it together. I could smell the coffee, although it smelt different. The room was dark earlier because she was hungover, and she was trying to recover. "Hair of the dog that bit you, huh?" Grace looked over at her desk, then back at me, looking very embarrassed.

"I'm... I apologize Mr. Doe, I wasn't expecting anyone today, and I drank a bit too much last night."

"Again, it's John. And don't worry about it, I've gone into work hungover before, it's not a problem." She smiled at my candor, and motioned towards the seat in front of her desk, as she took the one behind it.

"So what can I do for you John?"

"Well, I'm here because I ran into a bit of a problem with your officer."

"Which one?"

"Espinoz."

"What happened?" She asked.

"Nothing too bad, my driver just missed a stop sign. The problem is she kept pushing the situation, and it makes me worried for the training that your officers get."

"I'm sorry to hear that John. Although I can assure you, our off-" I put my hand up, cutting her off.

"I'm sure they get the best training, but I came over here to nip any problems in the bud." I saw her eye twitch slightly at that. She smiled at me, but her tone changed.

"And what problems would they be?" She asked, sounding significantly more hostile than before.

"Well, for now, I'm just here to tell you that I'll be taking over control of the department." She dropped her fake smile upon hearing that. "You'll keep your position of course, as I don't envy the paperwork you must do, but-" Grace stood up, with her hands on her desk, leaning over to look more threatening. All it did was give me a better look at her generous cleavage.

"Alright Mr. Doe, I'll kindly ask you to leave now."

"As I was saying, you can call the mayor right now, and I'm sure she'll tell you how it is." I said calmly. We stared at each other for a few seconds, before she grabbed her phone, and punched in some numbers. After a few seconds, she started talking.

"Yeah, Faria, I want to speak to her... Yeah, just tell her it's important." She started tapping on her desk, as I would imagine she was put on hold. After around 20 seconds, she spoke up again. "Yes, hello Ayesha, I'm here with a John Doe, and he's telling me-" I could hear some noise come out of the phone, and Grace's face change. "No, he's fine, he's here telling me that he's now in charge over here, as if he can-" Again, noises start coming out of the phone. "Wha- Ayesha, I'm the captain of this goddamn ****, I'm not going to just bend over for some kid, I don't care who he is..." The noises from the phone started getting louder. "Listen here Ayesha, you might be the mayor, but you can't just unilaterally make decisions, you have a council!" She yelled, at which point I stood up, and hung up the phone. Grace looked at me furiously. "What the fuck ar-"

"You heard the mayor, and now you want to hear the council's opinion, right?" I responded calmly. "Go ahead. They'll tell you the exact same thing she did. You meet Daria yet? I put her there." Grace looked at me, bewildered, and stood up, walking to the door.

"Listen up you little shit, I'm gonna go over there, and tell them-" I stood up, and slapped her as hard as I could, making her fall to the floor. She looked up, in shock. I squatted down, so I could talk to her at her level.

"Now it's time for you to listen to me, you dumb bitch. I own city hall right now, which means I have your job, regardless of what you say. I can kick you out, and make sure you are made unemployable in this entire fucking town." I growled at her, before standing back up, calming myself. "Now, I don't want you out on the street, homeless and penniless, because it's a waste." I look up and down her body. "A huge waste."

"Wh-what do you want?" She asked, sounding much meeker than before.

"Well right now, slut, I want to make sure you understand where your place is. Take off your shirt."

"W-what!?" She asked in shock.

"Like I said. You're going to learn your place, just like the mayor, and just like the council." I unbuckled my belt, pulling my pants down, and revealing my cock. "Now take off your shirt slut, or do I need to slap you again?" The captain stood, although a bit wobbly, and slowly started taking off her blouse, revealing her purple bra underneath.

"Mmm." I grunted. "When I was using your officers pussy as a sex toy, she failed to mention her captain looked like such a fucking whore." She closed her eyes, trying to save herself some embarassment.

"I'm not a whore." She said, sounding pissed off.

"That's true. Whores are usually paid when they're fucked." I walked up to her, and grabbed one of her huge breasts. "You're getting fucked just so you can learn a lesson." She gasped as I manhandled her chest. I reached down, and started rubbing my cock. As I did, I grabbed her bra, and ripped it off of her, causing her to almost fall over.

"There we go." I said, taking her nipple in my mouth. I played with the nub, causing Grace to moan slightly. When I looked up at her, she was glaring at me. I took my mouth off, and glared back. "I feel like you aren't learning the lesson here."

"It doesn't look like it." She answered back.

"Let's see if we can fix that." I grab her by the hair, and pull her down onto her knees. She looked at my cock, and then back at me. I smiled down at her. "Oh, no, not yet." I start pulling her towards the door, opening it, finally seeing some fear in her eyes.

"Wait, no!" She yelled out. As tough as she was, she didn't want her officers seeing her like this. Although it was just Bilsby for now, I'll make sure he gets a show. I throw her out of her office, onto her knees, and she quickly covers up.

"You see, if I just fuck you in there, then you can pretend that you're still in charge. Out here though?" I look around, and see Bilsby coming out of another room. He see's me, and offers me a smile, before walking around the desk, and see's his captain on the ground, topless.

"Captain, are you ok?!" He yells out, running over to us, before I stop him.

"It's fine Lieutenant. I'm just making sure the captain understands."

"Understands what?" He says, moving his hands to cover his crotch. He might be worried for her, but even he can't deny the scene.

"That I'm in charge now." I lean down, grabbing Grace by the hair. "Tell him slut." She glares at me. "Well, I'm trying to help. She talked to the mayor, and she confirmed. I'm now her boss."

"I... I see." Bilsby replies, not knowing what to do.

"You want a show Lieutenant?" I ask, leaning down to whisper in Grace's ear. "If you don't start following orders, then from now on, I'm going to make you the jail house prostitute. Every time one of your officers brings someone in, you'll be in the cell, tied up, free for them to use. I wonder how many criminals would use your whorish ass before you start begging me for your job back?" She looked up at me, trying to look as angry as she could, but she was clearly scared. I put my foot on her back, and pushed her, causing her to start crawling, with her large tits hanging down obscenely.

"Now, why don't you crawl over to the middle of the room." Grace hung her head, and slowly crawled over, her tits swinging with every step closer. Finally she got to the middle, and stopped moving. "I gotta say Bilsby, your boss looks exactly like a slut."

"I... Well, I don't know about that..." He said, trailing off, looking flustered. I patted him on the back.

"Hey man, it's completely fine to say it. I mean, look at those whorish tits. Some professional whores would pay actual money to get those." I walk up to Grace, and spank her ass hard, causing her to yelp. "Even her ass. It's insane that she's in here, as a captain, instead of the backroom of some whorehouse." Bilsby, now staring intensely at his boss, swallows deeply.

"I guess so." I lean down, and pull her up by the hair, until her face is right in front of my cock.

"Since you look like a whore, why don't you act like one." She stared at my cock, actively avoiding my gaze. She didn't move, so I slapped her face again. "Cmon slut." She rubbed her cheek, and lifted my cock in her hand, raising it to her mouth, until I felt the warmth of it.

"That's a good girl." I say, patting her head as she takes mine. "I hope you like the taste, because you're going to be tasting it a lot." I hear Bilsby grunt lightly, and look over, seeing him rubbing his pants. I laugh, and focus back on Grace. I start pulling her head down, and to my surprise, I don't get a lot of pushback, as I start entering her throat. "Fuck me, looks like the whore has had some practice." I see her cheeks flush, getting as red as the slap marks, and she looks down, or as much as she can, as she works my cock in and out of her mouth.

"She's doing a good job." Bilsby grunts.

"Of course she is. Like I said, she's got the body of a whore, so that means she's been somewhat of a whore in her life." I look up to him. "Wait, shouldn't you know this? Town like this, people hear stories."

"No, she's a transfer." He responds, as I bottom out in her throat. I start making fast, deep lunges, fucking her throat as deeply as I could. "She was brought in from outside of the town."

"Well thank god for that." I pull my cock out, saliva pouring out of her mouth, connecting it to my cock. I step to the side, getting on the desk, and pulling her along. "Now, slut, I want to feel your pussy around my cock." For the first time since I told her her punishment, she glared up at me. Although through the tears and saliva accrued on her face after I had fucked her face, it looked much weaker than before. That was made more clear when she slowly stood up, only to bend over, as she took off her panties. She then climbed on top of the desk, and still glaring at me, slid down on my cock.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"What? You think by staring at me, and putting a brave face, you can pretend you're in control?" I laughed. "Hey Bilsby, why don't you take your captains panties, and pull out your dick. It's fine if you wanna play with it." As I said that, I could see her face drop, and we both watched as Bilsby walked over, taking her panties off the floor, and pull them to his nose.

"Oh, they're kinda wet sir." She looked horrified as he said that, before he took out his dick, around 2 inches due to my previous command, wrapped her panties around it, and started jerking off.

"Oh they are, huh?" She looked down at me, more embarrassed than she ever looked. I slapped her ass hard. "So the tough police captain is enjoying being treated like a back alley piece of fuck meat, huh?" I slapped her ass again, this time eliciting a moan from her, as she slid up and down my cock. "She has to act so tough for the troops, and all she wants..."

Slap!

"Is for a man to take her..."

Slap!

"And use her like a dirty whore..."

Slap!

"Like she deserves!"

Slap!

"Oh fuck!" Grace moaned out, as she started cumming on my cock. I started pistoning up into her even faster, as I continued abusing her ass, leaving them a dark shade of red.

"See this Bilsby?" I yell out, pulling on Grace's hair, arching her back as I kept fucking her. "Your boss is such a masochistic little slut." I could feel my balls start to tighten.

"Such a slut." He grunts out, as he pumps his own dick.

"Does the slut deserve to be filled with my cum?" I yell out to Grace, who is too lost in her own orgasm to answer. I slap her ass with both of my hands as hard as I could. "DOES SHE?!"

"YES!" She yells out, as I push up inside her as deep as I can, and start cumming directly into her womb. "FUuuUuUUcK!" She moans out, having another orgasm as I fill her with my warm seed. I hold her down on my cock, as her pussy milks me, so I can fill her up, before pulling back out, pushing her over, and making her fall on the ground. She continues twitching as she lays there. I look over at Bilsby, and see he's close as well.

"Cum in her panties Bilsby, then leave them on the desk. I'll make sure she wears them." He grunts out, and starts cumming directly into them, shooting out a measly two ropes, getting a small puddle right where they rest against her pussy. "Good man. Now why don't you go get a coffee."

"Yes sir." He says through a dopey smile, walking over to the kitchen, pulling his pants up as he does. I look down at her, and see she has a horrified and confused look. I laugh.

"Didn't know you were such a masochist, did you slut?" Her eyes flick to me, and again, she blushes. She stands up, trying to cover herself as much as she can. "Oh, here." I point to the panties that are covered in Pilsby's cum. "Put them on." She looks at them, and shakes her head, before putting them on. "Good girl." I say, patting her head. She sighs calmly, melting into my hand for a second, before shaking her head, and pulling back. "Now that we know who's in charge, it's time to talk about Espinoz."