Taken for a motorcycle ride

(This is a smut chapter.)

You, Emilia, an officer of the law… are currently handcuffed. And worse, you’re sprawled, tits-down, across one of the bikers’ motorcycles, like some sort of tactless pinup girl. Your ass is placed right on the back of the bike, in prime position for these deviants to do unmentionable things to it. Your police jacket is unbuttoned, placing your bare tits on the motorcycle after your bra has been discarded. As a sign of disgrace, your panties are decorating the antenna of the motorcycle. And this, tragically, reveals your naked nethers as your skirt is hiked up to your waist. But worst of all is the fact that this is all happening on the side of the road, where anyone driving by can see. Next to you, Officer Jenny is in the same predicament, the only difference being that she’s been placed tits-up.

“You cops always think you run this place. You show up in your ridiculous, cartoony underwear and think you can just wave a badge around and arrest us. But that pride and stupidity just makes it that much more satisfying to fuck you whores,” Max gloats.

You and Jenny silently scowl while waiting for him to get this over with.

“Of course, just because you’re mouthy whores, doesn’t mean we don’t want you to feel good.” With that, he walks over to each of the bikes and turns them on, leaving both you and Jenny getting vibrated from shoulders to hips. Your large tits start jiggling immediately, making it clear just how strongly the bike is rumbling. You’re enjoying the direct rippling on your hard, sensitive nipples more than you’d like to admit. Your pussy’s even dampening, just from laying on a running motorcycle… Hopefully Jenny’s doing better than you are.

“I’ll be working on Blue over here. D, you can have Shorty,” Max states.

A brawny man, clearly the tallest and most muscular of the bunch, stands behind the bike you’re mounted on. He’s bald with sunglasses, and is frowning in a way that you suspect is his resting expression. The rest of the bikers just fold their arms and watch, probably waiting for their turns.

“D-D-Don’t you lay a h-h-h-hand on me, criminal ss-ss-scum!” you command, your words shaking their way out of you amidst the constant cycling of the motor. “You’re under ar-r-r-rest! For… a-a-arresting us!”

“That’s right!” Jenny echoes. “The w-w-way you’re treating us is comp-p-pletely unacceptable! Ess-ssspecially calling us whores! You’ll be g-g-going to jail for a l-l-long time, so g-give up now and accept your p-punishments as proper citizens!”

D remains completely silent despite your threats. You hear the clanging of metal hitting the ground, followed by a gasp from Jenny. Huh, what happened!? You can’t see behind you that well.

Max chuckles. “D’s not one for words. He prefers to let his fists do the talking. Or in this case…”

“G-Good luck, Officer Em-milia!” Jenny rattles off nervously.

Oh no.

Sensing the fate that’s about to befall your police pussy, you start squirming forward along the motorcycle in a pointless attempt to escape. But D simply presses down at the small of your back.

“*AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!*” you squeal. That’s your clit! He’s pressing your clit down against the bike! You thrash as much as a small, weak, handcuffed girl can while a bigger, stronger man is pressing her down against vibrating metal. So… not much at all.

As you continue making a racket about your poor clit, he presses his member against your defenseless entrance. Too big. Too big!

“*TOOOOOO BIG OH NO OH NO OH FUUUUUUUUUU-*”

It’s in.

“U-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-ck…”

He forces his way past your lower lips without concern for the complaints from your upper lips. Mercifully, he lessens the **** on your back, but you’re already stunned to the point of droning thoughtlessly from the enormous insertion.

Jenny and Max watch the whole thing. You don’t look at what happens on their side afterwards, but you can hear it.

“I-If you think you can do that to m-m-me, then you’ll get my heels sh-shoved right up y-your- *FUCK* d-don’t you *AH* *AHHHHH!*” It sounds like Jenny’s heels didn’t go anywhere.

After he frees your clit from the intense pulsing of the motorcycle engine, you hear the first words from D. “Be a good little cop slut, or I’ll do that again.”

You whimper compliantly. Your cop clit couldn’t cope with that a second time.

With no further commentary, D starts fucking you with his certified deadly weapon, turning your cunt into a sopping wet den of sin. Your walls tremble powerfully and nonstop, both from being **** to accommodate this monster of a man, and from the constant thrumming of the motorcycle. You came here to be a hero and put an end to these criminals’ atrocities, but you’ve wound up just another ordinary, forgettable victim. Your pussy shamefully heats up at the thought of how thoroughly your attempts have failed, leaving you at the mercy of these dastardly men.

It takes you some time to realize, but the traffic on the bridge has slowed to a crawl. Every driver gets the opportunity to gawk at you and Jenny while the bikers screw you. And the symbolic uniforms, complete with the caps on your heads, mean they all know you’re officers. The irony of a cop getting handcuffed and claimed by a delinquent is just too humiliating… but everyone else seems to enjoy it. Many drivers even take out their phones so they can record you both getting your tunnels stuffed with thick, criminal cocks. With your hands bound, you can do nothing as your helpless form is caught on camera. It’s the worst way for an authority figure like yourself to be photographed!

Exposure Gained: +150 (Way too many people like to rubberneck…)

After a few minutes of this, love juices are flowing freely from your pussy as you already approach your limit. You can feel your nipples ringing out with sore pleasure, the same way your clit is alight with agonizing ecstasy. Even your taut tummy is fluttering pleasantly atop the oscillating vehicle. As if that wasn’t enough, the biker is slamming his hips into you hard enough to make your ass shake lewdly as he knocks on your cervix with his massive member. You wouldn’t have stood a chance against a dick this big on its own, but with this full-body vibration massage, you can’t hold out at all. You, Emilia, an officer of the law, are about to… With all these people driving by… All because of this stupid biker and his stupid pulsating bike…!

“C-CriminaaAAAAL! S-S-Stop in the *AAHH~* n-name of the *LAAAAWWW!*”

He doesn’t.

“*CUUUUUUUMMMMIIIIIIING!!!*” you cry.

Your cunt spasms atop the man’s bike, signaling an unsightly defeat for policewomen everywhere. You can’t help but leak girlcum nonstop, soaking D’s anti-police baton and providing evidence of your orgasm for any passing photographers. The tremors from the motorcycle are almost as intense as the electric pleasure you feel every time that brute thrusts inside you. Some drivers even roll down their windows to hoot and holler at you, finalizing your humiliation as a cop. You’re being disgraced by the very citizens you’ve sworn to protect. They probably think you couldn’t even give a speeding ticket without getting fucked. And they’re probably right…

Unfortunately Jenny notices that you’ve lost to the vibrations and biker cock. Though she doesn’t seem to be doing very well herself, with her cheeks flushed and voice pitched with lust, she still takes it upon herself to lecture you.

“E-E-Emilia! StooOOOOP that this *OHHH* instant! Officers don’t *CUMMMM* for criminals! You’re *QUIII-I-IVERING* on his bike like a *AHHH* common civilian!” Her words aren’t very motivating, since she sounds like she could crack at any moment…

“I’d worry more about yourself, slut,” Max taunts. “Feels like you’re on the edge of cumming yourself.”

“R-R-Ridiculous! I’d never *AHHHHHH!* NEVER *FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!*”

You can’t help but look over to see Jenny shivering through her whole body as she’s wracked by an orgasm, joining you in the ranks of defeated policewomen. Her face captures an image of powerless ecstasy that you never imagined you’d see a policewoman making, and definitely not one as strong and dependable as Jenny. At least, you thought she was dependable… More catcalls are made from the traffic as Jenny wraps her legs around Max like she’s smitten with him, then squirms around trying to avoid getting fucked any further through her climax. She’s acting completely bipolar. Her words are bipolar too, swinging back and forth between cursing Max out, and declaring her love for him, his bike, and his dick.

Your attention gets pulled sharply back to your own predicament, though, as D presses on your back again, giving your clit another vibration overload as you’re just coming down from your own orgasm.

“*NNNAAAAAAHHHH!!!*” You were a good little cop slut, and he did it again anyway! “*WHYYYYY!?*”

Your cries are ignored as D bottoms out and pumps your hole full of his cum. Pleasure overcomes you from both within and without, threatening to drive you insane if you can’t get free soon. You struggle and tremble beneath his palm, kicking your legs uselessly into the ground as your womb is flooded with rope after rope. Finally, despite your efforts, you orgasm a second time, cumming just as Jenny ordered you not to. You mentally apologize to Jenny while your pussy leaks and quivers for this lawless man.

You keep struggling atop the bike until you hear, “So good! Biker cum… so good!”

Jenny’s voice reaches your ears as Max pumps her full of his outlaw cum. Hearing your experienced partner’s submission shocks you into a demoralized state, and your struggling immediately ceases. You remain obediently still as the harsh vibrations and hot cum course through you, eroding your willpower along with your authority.

“S-So good!” you echo, shuddering. Jenny’s shameless honesty inspiring the same from you.

You can feel yourself giving up that last bit of pride as an officer, making it so easy to indulge in the thrumming engine and the hot rod stuck inside your cunt. You pay no attention to the rubbernecking drivers or their cell phones anymore. You just enjoy your and Jenny’s decision to give up the police charade. Or rather, the fact that you were **** to give it up. You two never stood a chance of arresting them anyway. You were bound to end up like this, just like all the other girls. You’re not heroes. You’re just two more trophies whose panties will be paraded across the bridge, signifying that even the police will let them get away with whatever they want…

After you and Jenny are thoroughly creampied and disgraced, two new bikers take your previous assailants’ places.

“Stop… in the name of the law…” you mutter.

“Criminals never prosper…” Jenny follows.

They ignore you as they unbuckle their belts, and you’re both reduced to powerless police sluts getting fucked once again.

You come to your senses on the side of the road, wearing nothing except a police cap and high heels. Officer Jenny is beside you, also naked and out cold. Through your groggy eyes, you can barely make out a sign reading ‘Celadon City Limits’.

You still feel vibrations in your tits and pussy just as vividly as if you were on a running bike, and you quickly shake through a mini-orgasm, brought on by the phantom sensations alone. It exhausts your already-exhausted body. The last thing you see before closing your eyes is Nurse Joy, grinning from ear to ear as she carries a stretcher towards you.