A law-enforcement issue

Meanwhile, not too far away…

Officer Baker’s eyes widened as he glanced out the station window and spotted a young man drive past in a station wagon. He only caught a glimpse of the guy's harrowed face before the car rounded a corner and drove out of sight.

His sleep-starved mind raced and tracked the vehicle's course backwards…

The young man had come from the direction of the local college. So there were still some male youths who were keeping their heads on straight and staying away from those infernal packs of infected XXX-females. That was good.

It was more than he could say for the rest of his fellow police officers.

“Won’t you come on over here. Just a bit closer, Stanley?” Purred a silken voice heavily laden with sultry charm. “If you won’t let us out then at least let us suck you off from behind these bars.”

His three man squad had secured themselves in the station once it had become clear what was happening outside. The whole region was being swarmed by these cock-hungry knockouts and the local PD had recognized too late what was going on. There hadn’t been word from the HQ for days now and Officer Stanley Baker might still have been unconvinced of the severity of the situation had he not personally witnessed the effects of the plague on his fellow officers.

“Oh yeah…” Cooed another voice, husky with pent-up desire. “Or I can press my little ass up against them so you can plow it until you blow a hot load deep inside my tiniest hole.”

Stanley shuddered, not daring to look back at the speakers and took another sip of his cold, bitter coffee. His hands shook as he raised the mug.

The station was a small suburban post, with only three compact holding cells. His squad had begun filling them with these crazed nymphomaniacs on charges such as public indecency before the word had come out that a nation-wide emergency was being declared.

The news reports had been contradictory and confusing. No one had a clear idea of what was going on until Sergeant Howard had cracked then locked himself in a holding cell with two busty caramel skinned vixens and gone on a seventy-two hour orgy that neither Stanley nor his one remaining squad-mate; Corporal Benton had been able to stop.

…and they had tried. Turning the fire hose on the threesome had actually made things worse. These bitches loved getting wet in every sense of the word.

Then Baker had seen it for himself…

“Not going to happen girls, now settle down.” He grumbled over his shoulder. “I’m trying to think…”

The gruff burly Sergeant Howard had passed out on the third morning and in a few hours a dramatic change had come over him. Soon the cell contained three gorgeous examples of womanhood instead of two and Sergeant Dick Howard was calling himself Dixie, demanding that they release him and his ‘sisters’.

It was almost too much to take and one moment of poor judgment had led the Corporal to release the ex-sergeant and together they had fled taking the last remaining squad car. That was all it took, one bad decision or lapse of good sense.

Officer Baker had last seen them headed towards the shopping mall on the pretense of responding to a call. Officer Baker knew the types of calls that had been pouring in since the start. Calls he instinctively knew would end in false alarms at the doors of some gloriously sexual but clearly infected vixen’s home. Their weak excuses and lewd performances would make him feel like he had walked onto the set of some real-life pornographic movie.

“Or what, Officer? Wanna turn the hose back on us again?” Cat-called a third voice followed by a girlish giggle. “We’d be happy to put on another wet t-shirt contest for you…”

This was exactly why he didn’t answer the phone anymore and he had a damn good idea what must have happened to poor Corporal Benton by now. All he could do was remain here; locked up tight in the station. Holding down the fort.

Waiting for relief that might not be coming.

Officer Baker's hands and arms were shaking visibly. It had been nearly three days since he had last slept and he’d been drinking coffee like a true addict on a binge.

Even now the ancient percolator drizzled out a trickling stream of the midnight colored go-go juice that was Stanley's lifeline into a glass coffee pot stained nicotine brown from a lack of proper cleaning.

Now he was having trouble keeping a clear head. His brain was awash with toxins due to his lack of sleep alongside the strange attractive smell that seemed to fill the station coming from the six unearthly beauties locked away in the holding cells. Even the sight of them rubbing their soft barely clothed bodies up against the cold steel bars was haunting him constantly now.

"Just let us have a taste, Stanley." A seductress with hair like burnished copper begged. Her immense melons were pressed through the cell bars with one nestled so deep into the valley of her cleavage that she was practically titty-fucking it. "Pleeease~ we need it…"

It was a sight that any red-blooded man would have trouble resisting, they all were. Ranging from busty pale blonde and fiery tanned redhead to buxom tanned Indian and dark ebony skinned woman, they were each unique epitomes of purest sensual magnificence.

All six were firm and lush in body. Sporting hugely swollen breasts that sat proud and high on their lean torsos with slender waist-lines, smooth rounded hips and long shapely legs that went on for miles.

They preened and posed under his bloodshot gaze as a flush dusted his ruddy cheeks but beneath all the posturing he could see that they were desperately ravenous for him.

They had been locked in the cells for nearly a week–barely touching the food he had offered them–just frantically pleasuring themselves and even fingering each other whenever he could bring himself to look at them.

Dear god, he couldn’t take it. He needed to sleep…

Finally admitting defeat, Officer Stanley Barker collapsed into a creaky old office chair and passed out. Not even stirring at the clank of a lock coming free and the whispered movement of bodies approaching him…