Next call

After fucking the perfect ass her let's her off with a warning for indecent exposure. There was no crime obviously besides her being naked so nothing else to report. When he got back from the first call he had another by the time he was back in the car.

"Looks like another odd one, l got that there was a scene in the park. I don't believe it but girls are stuck on a few tree stumps. "What the hell is up with these calls.

"Oh i bet i can believe it. Its been a interesting morning. Ill be right over

Hey, what's going on over there?" The young officer called out, approaching the group of people gathered at the park entrance. One of them, a trembling teenage boy, pointed down the path, his face pale as a ghost. "Some girls... they're stuck on the tree stumps. It's crazy, man!"

The Latina girl looked up at the officer, her eyes glazed over. She was kneeling next to the trash can, her face still stained with tears and makeup. Her pussy was a mess, but she had obeyed his every command without resistance. He couldn't believe his luck. Two calls in a row with girls in such compromising situations. He felt his cock twitch again, thinking about the tight grip her throat had on him, the way she choked and gagged, and the power he had over her. But duty called, and he had to respond to the new location.

"Alright, stay put. Don't move. I'll be back with some clothes for you to cover up," he said, his voice firm and authoritative. She nodded meekly, her eyes downcast. He knew she wouldn't dare to disobey him. The power the nanotechnology had given him was intoxicating. As he walked back to his car, he called for backup, giving a vague description of the "evidence" he needed them to collect.

SUMMARY^1: The officer receives another peculiar call about girls stuck on tree stumps in the park. He leaves the compliant, traumatized Latina girl with a warning for indecent exposure, having used her for his own perverse desires. He is excited by the power the nanotechnology has granted him and heads to the new location with a sense of anticipation.

When he arrived at the park, the scene was even more bizarre than he had anticipated. Six petite joggers were indeed stuck on the tree stumps, their legs spread wide, each one impaled by a different-sized wooden spike. The crowd had grown larger, the murmurs of shock and confusion growing louder as people tried to piece together what had happened. The girls' faces were a mix of pain, embarrassment, and fear. They were all naked, their clothes torn and shredded around them.

The officer took a deep breath and approached the first girl, his heart racing with excitement and his cock straining against his uniform. He knew he had to keep up the facade of professionalism, but the sight of these young, **** bodies was too much to resist. He pulled out his phone, the nanotech whispering in his ear to make sure he captured every detail. The camera lens focused on her tight, round ass, the wooden spike buried deep within her. She whimpered as he snapped a few shots, the pain etched in her features only adding to his arousal.

He moved from one stump to the next, taking photos of each girl impaled, his mind racing with depraved thoughts. He could feel the eyes of the crowd on him, a mix of horror and fascination. But they had no idea the power he now wielded, the power to control these women and use them for his own pleasure. The nanomachines had not only changed his body, but his desires had been twisted and amplified.

"Sir, we need to get these girls some medical attention!" a concerned bystander yelled out. The officer nodded, his eyes never leaving the girls. "I need a few good men to help me carefully extract them," he called back, his voice steady despite the raging boner in his pants. Several eager, burly guys stepped forward, eager to assist.

The first girl was a redhead with a sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks. The spike was thick and had been inserted deep into her pussy. The officer took a few steps back, giving the volunteers room to work. They approached her with caution, one placing a hand on her hip, another gently gripping the spike. As they began to pull, her body tightened around the wood, her eyes squeezing shut in pain. The officer couldn't help but snap more photos, zooming in on the way her cunt clenched and her asshole puckered with each inch of progress.

The second was a brunette, her body trembling with fear as the men approached. The spike was thinner but no less embedded in her. Her legs quivered as they touched her thighs, her pussy glistening with the effort of holding back the wood. The men weren't gentle as they yanked it out, causing her to scream in agony. The crowd winced at the sight, but the officer's cock throbbed harder. He watched as her innards stretched and the wood finally slid free with a wet pop.

The blonde was next, her eyes wide with terror as she realized what was happening. The spike was massive, and the men had to work together to free her. She whimpered and begged, but the nanotech had stripped away any semblance of her will to resist. The crowd grew more excited, and more men pushed forward to assist. The sound of skin tearing was faint, but the officer could swear he heard it as the wood was pulled from her tight, gaping hole. The blonde's body jerked as she was freed, and she collapsed to the ground, a puddle of pussy juice pooling around her.

The Asian girl was the most **** case. The post was the largest of all, and her body was twisted in such a way that her ass had prolapsed around it. The crowd was buzzing with excitement, and more men eagerly offered to help. The officer had to **** himself to remain calm, to keep his focus on the job at hand. The men struggled with the extraction, their grunts and the girl's muffled screams mixing with the sound of wood scraping against flesh. When the spike was finally removed, she was a mess, her insides turned inside out. Her face contorted in agony, she tried to push herself off the post, but her body was no longer her own.

The officer took a step closer, his phone ready to capture the moment. "Hold her open for me, guys," he instructed, his voice thick with lust. The men obeyed without hesitation, one holding her legs apart, another placing his hands on her hips and pulling her cheeks wide. He took several photos, zooming in to capture the intricate details of her torn, stretched pussy and the shiny red prolapse. The sight was obscene, but the power he felt was undeniable. He knew he should be disgusted, but instead, he was utterly consumed by the desire to fuck her, to claim her in the most primal way.

Moving on to the next tree stump, the brunette was in a similar state, her body wrecked and her pussy gaping. The men held her open as well, her insides shimmering with a mix of juices. He took his time, snapping photos from various angles, the camera flash illuminating the darkest recesses of her body.

The Asian girl's situation was the most intense. The wood had torn through her delicate anus, leaving a gaping wound that was a stark contrast to her small frame. Her cheeks were bruised, and her eyes were swollen from crying. Despite her condition, he felt his cock pulsing with excitement. He knelt down, his face mere inches from her ravaged ass, and snapped away, capturing every inch of the destruction. He could see bits of shit and blood clinging to the wood, but his mind was too clouded with lust to care.

The blonde and brunette were laid on their stomachs on the ground, their legs spread wide as the men held their asses open. They whimpered as he approached, their bodies still quivering from the ordeal. He took a moment to appreciate the view, the sun shining on their sweat-slicked skin, their asses spread open like flowers in bloom. He crouched down, his cock brushing against the blonde's back as he took a series of close-ups. He could feel her body tense up, but she didn't resist. The nanotech had done its job well.

The redhead was next, her freckles standing out against her pale skin. The spike had been removed, but the damage was clear. Her pussy was a mess, swollen and raw. The men held her thighs apart as he leaned in, taking photos of the bruised and battered that they had pulled open wide. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her eyes pleading with him to stop, but his camera clicked away, capturing every intimate detail.

"Alright, girls, let's get you some privacy," the officer said, his voice a mix of concern and excitement. The men stepped back, allowing the girls to attempt to cover themselves with their shaking hands. He turned to the crowd, his face a mask of authority. "Everyone, please clear the area. This is a crime scene." The murmurs grew quieter, and the people began to back away, giving the officer the space he needed to continue his twisted game.

The first girl, the redhead, was still lying on the ground, her pussy raw and gaping. He knelt beside her, his hand brushing against her thigh as he offered a comforting smile. "Can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice soothing and calm. She nodded, her eyes welling up with fresh tears. "I...I was jogging. And then suddenly, I couldn't move. I felt...something in me. I couldn't say no. I didn't want to...but I couldn't stop it," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Moving to the next, the brunette, he noticed the way her body tensed as he approached. She looked up at him with fear in her eyes. "How did this happen to you?" he inquired, his gaze lingering on the bruises that marred her thighs. "It...it was like I was in a trance. I heard someone, but I couldn't scream. I felt...things. Horrid things," she choked out, her voice barely audible. He nodded, scribbling notes in his pad, his cock twitching at the thought of her being used so roughly.

The blonde, lying in a heap on the dirt, offered no resistance as he poked and prodded at her open wounds, his fingers slipping in her juices. "Looks like you've had quite the morning," he said, his voice low and mocking. "Some homeless guys...they...they used me...all of them," she murmured, her face buried in her arms. He took a step back, his cock now fully erect. The idea of a group of ****, filthy men taking turns with these young, fit bodies was almost too much to bear.

The Asian girl, barely coherent, managed to whimper out her own account. "They...they came from nowhere. I couldn't move, couldn't scream. They just...took me...one after another." Her voice trailed off, but the images her words painted were more than enough. He could see it all in his mind's eye: the grimy hands, the unwashed cocks, the brutal violation of her tight, virgin ass. It was a depraved symphony of pain and pleasure that had him on the edge of his own climax.

The blonde was the last to speak, her voice muffled by the dirt. "They said...they said we were all whores. They...took turns with us," she sobbed. The thought of their tiny, delicate bodies being ravaged by the rough, **** men sent a thrill down his spine. His cock was so hard it was painful, but he knew he had to maintain his composure. He took a deep breath, stepping back to assess the scene.

"You know, looking at all of you, it seems like you were all asking for it," he said casually, his voice dripping with malicious intent. "You were all out here, jogging in the early morning, practically begging to be fucked. And when the opportunity presented itself, you didn't even put up a fight." The girls looked at him in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief. the crowd was listening in all with hard cock straining at their pants

"But since you all seem to have enjoyed it so much," he continued, his smile growing wider, "I don't see any point in treating this as a crime scene. You all looked like you were having the time of your lives. No harm, no foul." His words hung in the air, a twisted knot of accusation and mockery that made the girls' stomachs churn. He turned to the brunette, who was still lying on her stomach, her legs spread wide. "You especially," he said, leaning in closer. "You seemed to be a real fan of that thick post. Tell me, did it hit your g-spot?"

The brunette's cheeks flushed with humiliation. "Please, sir," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "We didn't want this. You have to believe us." The officer chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, I believe you all right," he said, his tone condescending. "But your body language tells a different story. Look at you, all stretched out and ready for more. It's like you're begging for it." The crowd murmured in agreement, their own lust-filled gazes taking in the sight of the girls' wrecked pussies and bruised asses.

Without another word, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his monstrous cock, still slick with the spit from the Latina girl's mouth. The girls' eyes grew even wider as they realized his intentions. "Hold her down," he ordered, pointing at the brunette. The men obeyed, pressing her into the dirt as he positioned himself behind her. He took a moment to line up his shaft with her gaping hole, the tip brushing against her bruised flesh. Then, with one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her, her scream echoing through the park.

The crowd was frozen, a mix of horror and excitement on their faces as they watched the scene unfold. The blonde and redhead looked on in terror, knowing they were next. He took his time with the brunette, fucking her hard and deep, the sounds of his hips slapping against her ass filling the air. With every thrust, she let out a muffled cry, her body jerking against the ground. The officer took photos and videos, capturing every second of the violation, his own pleasure etched on his face. He posted them on social media, tagging the girls' profiles for the world to see.