Police Brutality

"Your sister, huh?" you say, stepping out of the car. Glancing around, you take in your surroundings. There are a number of warehouses and shipping containers stretching out into the night, vague shapes bulking in the darkness. There is a sharp smell of salt water in the air, hidden beneath the stinging aroma of coolant and smoke. You look back at K.U.N.T., and finally see the extent of the damage: she had careened off the road, and smashed headlong into one of the warehouses, her hood crumpled, steam pouring from her engine. You can't help but feel a little proud that you fucked her up so badly her automated driving system would just give out like that.

"Yeah!" Sprinkles says blithely, holding her arms out for balance as she tries to walk, one foot in front of the other, along the length of a crack on the ground. "Well, sorta, she's not really my sister, y'know? That's just what we call each other in the Familia. Pretty neat, huh? Hey, does your friend wanna come, too?"

You look at Guzzle, still trying to dislodge herself from the car, making zero progress. She glances out at you and makes a face.

"Uh...I'm having some trouble getting free here. I think K.U.N.T.'s mechanics may have...seized up," she says, looking down at her seat meaningfully. You, the master of subtlety, realize -

"OH! Your butt's stuck!"

Sprinkles snorts and laughs into her hands and you grin. This chick might not be so bad after all.

Maxine winces and snarls, "Just go, you idiot!"

You smirk and throw a couple finger guns her way.

"You got it, Guzzle! Sprinkles, lead the way!"

Dun Dun

Ten Minutes Later

Sprinkles walks in front of you, humming softly, swinging her arms with childish enthusiasm. You alternate between checking out her ass, craning your head for any sign of the sister-who's-not-a-sister, and trying to think up cool one liners for when you do meet her.

"I hear you're part of the Chinchilla Fanta, huh? ...Cool."

"I bet you know how to get out of a speeding ticket, heh heh..."

"Come with me if you want to live! No? Ok, I'll be bahk."

"Is it cool if I date your sister?"

Yeah, you got this.

Then the two of you round the corner of a warehouse, and Sprinkles squeals, dashing forward with her arms out wide. "Sissy!"

A girl stands near another warehouse, illuminated by a harsh sodium light. She turns just in time to get glomped, Sprinkles enveloping her in a bone-crushing hug, the two of them nearly toppling as Sprinkles nuzzles the other chick affectionately, before burying the new girl's head in her ridiculous cleavage. You stare, a pervy smile creeping over your face as you watch the new girl smacking the rainbow chick's back, **** for air. Sprinkles lets up a little, and new girl reemerges with a gasp.

"Dammit, Lacy!"

Sprinkles smiles abashedly and kisses her cheek.

"Sorry, Sissy."

"Don't call me that," new girl complains, pulling away and trying to regain her composure. This one's Latina, petite, and Sprinkles' total opposite. Where the fat-tittied Asian babe is a riot of color, the new girl is all black: black sleeveless halter top, showcasing her back and covering modest breasts, black bridal gauntlets running up to her elbows, black skirt, black leggings, black nails, black lipstick, black leather collar. The only thing that's not black as her umbral soul is her hair, which is done up in a black ponytail, but also has a streak of vivid purple. You notice she also has a tattoo on her shoulder, a spiky black CF.

She finishes adjusting herself, and puts her hands on her hips. "You're late, Lacy," she drawls, eyeing the taller girl.

Sprinkles winces and nods. "It wasn't my fault this time! Honest! I had to help my new friend!"

The new girl leans around Sprinkles, considering you with a bored expression.

"A friend, huh? You mean you picked up a stray?"

Well that's just rude.

"Hey! I'm not a stray! I'm Officer Loose David! I mean, Cop David Cannon! I mean -" you stutter, overwhelmed by the pressure of dropping the perfect one liner that is your own name. Smooth as butter, man.

"A cop?! You brought a cop, puta?!" the little Latina spits, snapping a glare at Sprinkles who recoils a step back.

"That's right!" you shout triumphantly, recovering yourself. You pull both of your Flood **** **** Water Guns from their holster, and aim at the two lovely ladies. "And now, Chupacabra Fantasy, you're gonna talk."

Sprinkles puts her arms up, causing her boobs to bounce, and looks like she's about to cry. New girl (you think you'll call her Licorice) puts hers up more slowly, staring daggers at you. "What are we gonna talk about, feo?" she sneers.

You have no idea what fay-oh means, but you've been enough of a loser in your old life to know an insult when you hear one.

"We're gonna talk about...facefucking," you smirk, looking from one girl to the other. Sprinkles goes pale and looks at Licorice pleadingly, but the goth Latina is stonefaced.

"Not my speed," she says, lips barely moving. "I don't know the first thing about it. This bitch, though," she says with a twisted little smirk, nodding toward Sprinkles, "she could suck a golfball through a hose, que no? You should talk with her about it."

"That's not true!" Sprinkles cries, almost sobbing. "Sissy, you know that's not true, I've never even been with a guy!"

Waitwaitwait, Rainbow Tits is a virgin? Virgins are a thing in Blowjob Heaven? Your cock swells at the thought, and you start thinking of how to turn this to your advantage.

"Don't lie, Sprinkles," you say, taking a step forward. "With tits like those, I bet you get fed a daily dose of vitamin d at least...uh, once a day," you finish lamely.

Licorice snorts and mutters, "Yeah, that's what 'daily' usually means, pendejo..."

You glare at her, water gun still trained on her tight little body, and take another step forward.

"When I want your opinion, Licorice, I'll ask for it. Until then, shut the fuck up."

For a moment she looks like she's been slapped, eyes wide with shock, before her face darkens with rage. You just smirk and turn your attention back to the trembling Asian.

"Y'know, Sprinkles, lying to an officer of the law is a very serious offernse...oofence...it's a big no no, you dumb bitch. So we're gonna see just how inexperienced you really are, and I'm gonna ask your bitch sister here some questions, got it?"

Sprinkles looks from you to Licorice and back, a tear rolling down her cheek. She takes a shuddering breath, drops her eyes to the ground, and nods, the tear dropping into the valley of her cleavage.

"Yes sir," she whispers, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt hard.

You nod, satisfied. "On your knees, Rainbow Bitch."

Her face a picture of misery, Sprinkles sinks to the ground, her hands fidgeting in her lap. You grin and move forward, eager to get started. But as you do, you realize the two girls are too far apart, and you would have to pay extra special attention to keep the goth girl in your sights. Be inconvenienced, in your Blowjob Heaven? Ha! Fuck that!

"Licorice, get your ass over here," you say, pointing with your gun to a spot just to the side of Sprinkles. She huffs and begins to stomp over as you wiggle your hips in front of the Asian, lightly smacking your cock against her cheeks. "And keep your hands where I can see 'em! I know how ghetto-trash like you carry all sorts of weapons and shit around, and I don't feel like getting shanked, whore."

She raises her arms once more, and snarls, "What, you don't like stuck pig? It's my favorite!"

You ignore her and stick your water gun in her face. At the same time, you steady your hips and rest your dick on Sprinkles' forehead, forcing your balls against her nose. "Alright, slut, open up."

Sprinkles looks up at you, tears sparkling in her eyes, and opens her mouth, her breath hot against your sack. But she makes no move, unsure of what to do. You buck your hips slightly, sliding your cock up and down her face, in love with the way she whimpers and closes her eyes.

"C'mon, bitch, give me some tongue action!"

She opens her eyes a little, grimacing, and slowly sticks out her tongue, giving your shaft hesitant little flicks. Definitely novice level over here. You turn to Licorice.

"You too, bitch. Let's see some tongue!"

You press the tip of your water gun to her lips, and she glares at you. You push more insistently, and her lips part the barest amount, her eyes hard as she licks the tip in long, slow swirls, hands still in the air. You grin at her, pleased to see little miss sunshine has a tongue stud, and push the water gun a little bit further into her mouth.

Turning back to Sprinkles, you say, "Alright, rainbow dumbfuck, show me what the Chipotle Fanclub can do. Suck my dick!"

She sits up a little straighter, her mouth still pressed against your shaft, and gasps around you, "Please, I don't know what I'm doing! I've never done this be-ACK!"

She whimpers fitfully as you push into her mouth, her hands clenching in her lap as you begin to pump your hips. You grin as she gags, saliva covering your shaft as you thrust into her mouth, drool dripping down her neck onto her incredible rack.

"Just sit there and take the dick, you bitch," you pant, jerking your hips into her mouth. She gurgles around you and nods as best she can, tears gently sliding down her cheeks. With that taken care of, you decide to get down to business. You turn your attention back to Licorice, who is gently suckling the water gun, sometimes swirling her tongue around the tip, sometimes swallowing about half its length, but never once dropping her hatefilled glare. You grin.

"Alright, sunshine, I've got some questions for you. Number one: what do you know about the facefuckings going on in the city?"

She blinks and pulls back, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the gun. "Nada, cerdo," she says, her eyes cold. You stare back at her, not breaking eye contact as you feed the Asian babe at your feet more of your meat. The goth's cold veneer flickers for a moment as her gaze flits down to Sprinkles then back to you, her hands balling into fists. "I don't know nothing!" she snarls.

You smirk, and turn to Sprinkles. Her makeup is running in slow rivers down her cheeks, but she's making a game attempt at taking more of your shaft on her own initiative. You give her a warm smile and murmur, "How about you, Sprinkles? What do you know about the facefuckings going on?"

She stops and pulls back, but leaves the head of your cock in her mouth, murmuring in a cracked voice, "The...the facefuckings? Um...well...I know that the Boss-"

"Shut up, idiot!" the Latina shouts.

Sprinkles flinches and latches onto your cock, sucking desperately as she cries around you, "Sowwy, Idinno!" She squeezes her eyes shut and gags, taking your dick as deep as she can, trembling horribly as you enter her throat.

You moan and sink your shaft deeper, forcing your little Asian cumdumpster down to your stomach. You hold there for a long moment, savoring the way she gags and shudders around you, spit coating your shaft and balls before you pull away with a rough jerk, causing Sprinkles to cough, a spray of phlegm and saliva exploding from her mouth.

You laugh and turn, slapping your dripping cock against Licorice's leg. She grimaces as you mutter, "Sounds like somebody knows a little something more than she's letting on, huh? C'mon, this can all be over if you'll just cooperate. Fess up, slut."

Her mouth twists in fury, and she spits, "Fuck you, cabron!"

Your own mouth twists into a grin. "Perfect! That brings us to our next question: Do you like it up the ass, bitch?"