Caught Napping...

Officer Baker hadn’t been out cold for long when he felt hands seize his hands and feet and lift him bodily into the air. He woke to find two of his former prisoners lifting him onto a hastily cleared desk without any apparent effort whilst a third released the remaining XXX-girls from their cells.

"H-how? Wait… get your hands off me!"

His eyes widened in horror as his mind struggled to come to grips with the situation; they were free and had literally caught him napping!

He struggled furiously in the grasp of the two smoldering beauties only to find their grips stronger than iron. Stanley was a big man and his body was heavy with hard earned muscle but even he felt like a kitten in their clutches.

“Let me go you fat-chested amazons!” he wailed in hopeless despair.

“Amazons?” The red-headed playboy bunny holding down his feet laughed. “You’ve only got yourself to blame for this, Stanley. Keeping us locked up and away from any cock for over a week!"

"Of course we’ve grown stronger, this blessed virus seems to adapt us to whatever our bodies need to satisfy our hunger." The dark-skinned fertility idol pinning his arms giggled before leaning down to nibble at his ear. "And in this case it seems to be the strength to take that sweet cock by ****!”

Officer Baker gibbered in confusion and his alarm only grew at the sound of the remaining cells opening and three more impossibly gorgeous but incredibly dangerous women approaching him. One of them, the silky skinned Indian goddess, dropped a small ring of keys on the desk beside his prone form.

“Your Sergeant Dixie slipped us these before she left,” she murmured huskily leaning over him and gently kissing his forehead “You didn’t think she would just leave her dear sisters alone and defenseless did you?”

Officer Baker couldn’t respond as she lean over him, her beyond ample cleavage had slipped free of the tiny tube top she was wearing and smothering his face as she kissed his brow again. She moaned softly and continued…

“It was so hard waiting for a moment when you would be off-guard, you have been watching us sooo~ vigilantly. We didn’t want to alarm an armed police officer after-all. Now you can just lie back, relax and enjoy your hard-earned recreation time.”

He began to struggle again with all his waning strength. Trying to thrash and kick but the two infected manhandled him as easily as a toddler pitching a fit.

It didn’t make any sense – he was over six feet tall and easily one of the strongest men in his unit by here he was being held prone by two lightly muscled women who only showed the smallest effort in restraining his bucking muscular body.

“Save your strength stud,” Cautioned the black skinned Aphrodite who might have been a headline act exotic dancer in another age, “Have you girls found the handcuffs yet?”

As if in response Officer Baker’s arms and legs felt the pinch of cold steel as they were each cuffed to a leg of the sturdy metal desk frame, leaving him prone in a face-up spread eagle. It was too much, three days of unrelenting sleepless tension and now this…

He struggled to stay alert as he fought from passing back into the comforting safety of the blessed sleep.

“We’ll have to cut his clothing off." Someone commented. "Say, did you hear what he called us? Fat-chested amazons!”

There was a raucous round of feminine laughter.

“Or how about Mamazons?”

...with that final chorus of laughter Officer Baker’s heart sank into his boots and he slumped back in boneless surrender.