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Chapter 1: Officer Grayson's First Beat

Melville Park demonstrates that even a shameless, unrepentant whore like Blüdhaven can sometimes be homely.

Recently, she pursued an initiative to invigorate her public parks. Or, more accurately, she blatantly imitated Gotham when her sister did it first. It was a suggestion from EPA Administrator Pamela Isley to her old friend, Mayor Selena Kyle. The beautiful, sexy, yet surprisingly down-to-earth politician successfully enacted the idea, which, alongside other endeavors, seized Gotham by the hips and thrust the city into a new era of euphoria.

Euphoria Blüdhaven wished to plagiarize for herself.

Usually, pursuits like this are always superficial. Blüdhaven’s reconstructive plans are promoted with much fanfare and little substance. The execution is half-baked, unmotivated, and falls well below the unrealistic benchmark goals. And in the end, it’s revealed to be yet another embezzlement scheme.

Despite her desire for recognition, the bitch of a city would never engage in anything threatening the submission to her criminal mistresses. She’s rammed too deep into their cocks to want genuinely transformative change, the kind that would clean her up. Being fucked like a bad girl felt too good.

But this beautification initiative seemed an exception. Melville Park is the second largest in the city and was neglected for a long time. It was supposed to help enhance Melville's middle-class appeal but was abandoned to street gangs.

The civil institution exerted a surprising effort to revive the park. A vigorous campaign was waged to take it back from the crooks. Sanitation extensively cleaned the grounds of litter and graffiti. The now adequately funded Parks and Recreational Services replanted and restored its vegetation.

Given Blüdhaven's habits, it's hard to view this effort without skepticism. But at least it's giving the hard-knocked Havenites a peaceful, green stroll.

Even more, it allowed them to witness something even lovelier.

Patrolling the trail was a young officer of above-average height. Her name was Officer Ricarda Grayson of the Blüdhaven Police Department.

thwap. “eeaaaaaaahhh.”

The young cop was making rounds, stopping at the artificial lake in the park's center. She vigilantly looked out for trouble while still giving every passerby a warm greeting. She was delighted by how positively the Havenites' received her. Amongst a people so let down by their law enforcement, she understandably expected the worst.

Thwap. “Aaaooooohh.”

But the opposite turned out to be the case. Everywhere Grayson passed, there were double takes. Women and femmes' eyes widened and gasped like they couldn't believe what they saw, making her feel like a celebrity.

Smack. “Fuuuuuuck, that’s good~!”

Maybe they were so unused to the police doing their actual purpose that they were amazed to see it.

Thwack! “OHHHHHHHHH~! HARDER~!”

But Officer Grayson didn't realize the real reason.

It was her ASS.

The babe had a voluptuous, thick, juicy, and oh-so-poundable bubble butt. A heart-shaped, jutting half-moon that was jiggling, swaying, and jolting as she walked. The arch of Grayson’s back made the near-shelf pop off.

Girthy hips carried all that succulent, fuckable fat, sloping from her lithe waist like hills and trailing to thighs so filled they nearly exceeded her core, down to soft and padded calves.

And her melon-sized, hand-filling tits couldn't be forgotten. Nor her plump, bee-stung lips, which begged for something stuffed in between them. Or the kinky mane of hair that made her look like she had a night of getting hard fucked. Or her gorgeously slim and cut musculature that made her look like she could take it all day. Or her sapphire eyes that one would want to see rolling up in orgasm.

That was why sleazy grins and bitten lips surrounded her. Women and femmes around her had twin tents on their tops, damp panties, and strained pants. All of the citizens of Bludhaven imagined how this fine civil servant could serve them. With her tongue, lips, pussy, fingers, tits, and especially that ASS.

*CRACK!* “HHHAAAaaaa~~!”

And the officer looked even more delicious in her skimpy, undersized, newly issued uniform, coincidentally updated around her graduation from the academy.

Naturally, it was copied from the District of Catwoman’s police ****. Standard issue hot paints wrapped around her thick round globes, hemline showing off their lower third and pressing her cameltoe into view. Exposing all her creamy, well-padded legs to the ASS-RAISING buttfuck me pumps. Up top was a silk-thin button-up. With its intentionally smaller size, Grayson couldn’t get all the buttons over her entire chest, exposing deep cleavage and much of her lacy cyan bra.

She was sure she put in proper measurements. And why was this still unresolved despite her several requests?

Bureaucracy was the presumed reason. It didn’t occur that the skimpiness was wholly intentional. The public would be thankful for this “clerical error,” an excellent use of their taxpayer dollars.

*SMACK!* *PLAP!* *PLAP!*

The policewoman has struggled with the uniform since she was issued while doing her best to hide her awkwardness from the civilians, futilely fighting with her buttons, shimmying to dig the material out from her behind. The only result was entertaining undulations for the public’s enjoyment.

*PLAP!* *PLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!*

It left her uncharacteristically ****. Open to becoming the next victim of a nineteen-year-old petty criminal specializing in spanking ASSES—a Canadian street girl, as shown by her typical bronze skin and plump posterior.

Delinquents like her are abundant in Blüdhaven. The city failed to grant them opportunities to live as respectable citizens, leading girls like her to be adopted by crime and revel in vice.

For this street girl, it was an addiction to beating on big booties. Nothing was more delightful to her than crashing hands into abundant rumps and seeing them dribbling around like basketballs. And Melville's reinvigoration created a prime hunting ground.

She completed her latest pass and hid within foliage near the central lake. The greenery was a great asset for her hit-and-run activities, hiding and speeding through each collection with her nimble figure.

“So many bitches out today makin’ things so easy for me." The perverted girl grinned, looking at her recent victims, still reeling from the painful pleasure she gave them. "I've never been able to go all out like this before. If this were Lil' Macau or the Blue Line, my ASS would be getting bashed."

Indeed, as the young booty addict made her way from Scrimshaw, she didn't feel the smothering girth of the unlawful **** her throat.

“Whoever's runnin' this probs’ just makin' themselves scarce." She concluded. "No street around here doesn't have someone runnin’ it. Haven't been in Melville for long, but it can't be different. It's still in the Haven."

It was an interesting question, but one that stopped once she caught sight of Officer Grayson.

"Culo gordo jugoso~!!" The Canuck exclaimed, "Daaaaaamn, she got a big ol' ghetto booty."

Her hands trembled, looking at all of her luscious pounds. “It looks like balloons stuffed in those booty shorts. They’re spilling out those shorts, n’ jostling just with her standing there. N’ those hips n’ thighs, she’s like a family meal.” All the others she’d seen today, in her whole “career,” paled in comparison.

The Canuck co-ed co saw the Judy Pig's losing battle against her top. She was totally oblivious to anything else. Wide open.

She was well hidden. The trail was wide open towards her, and there was a large crowd she could disappear into.

But that badge gave her pause. “No, no, no, no, I can’t. Didn’t get this far by messin’ with cops. I got no money or clout. They have no problem smashing my ASS.”

She already had a good day of hunting. It was best to quit while she was ahead and head back to her crew.

But then the cop absently arched her back, popping her booty out. Those extra-layered vanilla cakes pointed right at the booty slapper.

...

**SMACK!**

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~!!!”

It was the best the serial spanker ever felt, she’s mauled bottoms of all shapes and sizes, but this bobby bitch’s super-stacked butt was more than she could imagine.

It felt like the universe slowed down to let her savor this. Her hands dove into the volumes of doughy flesh, nearly disappearing when they reached the powerful glutes buried deep underneath.

The left ASSCHEEK launched upward. Its great mass was sent so high it nearly hit the small of her back. A crater distended its shape. Shockwaves reached the right cheek and made it recoil. The flesh’s spryness allowed it to swing a long way until it reached its limit, snapped back, and smashed into the left cheek. It created a loop of fleshy reverberations, turning Officer Grayson’s lower body into a storming white sea.

Sadly, she could not enjoy the whole quaking aftermath. The delinquent didn’t wait for the officer to recover herself and was already several meters away. But the sensation, the divine feeling of those cheeks on her palm, would be imprinted in her heart forever.

“HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAHHH~~!!!”

And hearing that FATASSED PIG howl made it sweeter. For Officer Grayson, it felt like lightning ecstasy struck her ASS, trailing up her spine and short-circuiting her brain. Her butt wouldn't stop swingin’ and slammin’ like it was caught in a frictionless loop. Their abundant fat crashed like meteors in space, squishing their gelatinous forms against each other before springing away, only to be pulled back and do it again.

It only stopped when Officer Grayson seized her undulating cheeks and willed herself out of the pleasure.

She had to focus! She had to catch that booty slapper!

That wouldn't be difficult. The Canadian was slowing herself down by indulging in every backside she ran by.

Although, after the fifth woman, she couldn't deny that it felt less satisfying. It dawned on her that that donkalicious copper, with her incomparably SWEET ASS, may have ruined others for her.

And that sweetness was on her heels! She put over a whole volleyball field's distance between them, but those fat-packed legs near-instantly closed the distance! Despite the density of women, the cop weaved around them without being slowed for a moment.

Even more, the delinquent Canadian got a scene straight out of Baywatch. Her pursuer’s puppies violently launched themselves out from their top. Their vigorous bouncing strained the bared cyan bra to its limits.

It awed the perverted girl into nearly stopping her escape. Her arrest was all but assured.

But that wasn’t enough for Officer Grayson. She could’ve caught her then and there, but she was a showoff at heart.

She sprung into the air, high enough to clear over a bystander’s head. She bounded off park benches, fences, and even a food stand, her body's athleticism, agility, and buoyancy clear with every bound. And her booty danced with every jump.

Off the food stand, she leaped and performed a superb split flip over the amazed crowd. Her head and the Canadians met above and below. But her quarry wasn’t meeting her eyes, instead looking further up at her buttcheeks, which were see-sawing between her split legs.

The girl was next to a lamppost. Officer Grayson prepared to latch onto the pole, using her momentum for a spinning kick and knock that cheeky, cheek-spanking delinquent down on her A--

**WHAP!**

“OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~!!!”

But just as the officer’s feet were about to touch down. She was ASSAULTED once more with a powerful spank blasting her mind with euphoria.

Decades of training should have allowed her to catch herself and land with at least semi-stability, but this hit turned her legs into jelly. Her ASSCHEEKS rumbled like an earthquake, and her pussy became a sopping mess.

It definitely couldn't have come from the spanker from Scrimshaw. She had eyes on her the whole chase, dead to rights with the girl gawking at her acrobatics and wildly bucking badonk.

Instead, it was someone Grayson didn't see, striking her behind at the most inappropriate and very appropriate moment.

It was as if some svelte but stacked, bootylicious woman came out of nowhere, one with a short pixie cut, gazing at the hapless officer with a wickedly perverted smile and slitted eyes shining purple and gold.

Except the woman was never there.

Regardless of who may or may not have twapped her, it made Officer Grayson tumble off the trail. She fell into the foliage on the side, disappearing from view.

The people were still in frozen shock, still recoiling from Officer Grayson's superhuman display of athleticism and her superhuman hawtness.

Ironically enough, it was the delinquent Canuck Co-Ed who stepped forward and followed her fall. Passing through the wall of pushes to discover the officer in a compromised state. Grayson had stumbled into the gate at the park's edge and inexplicably got stuck between the bars, trapped in an ASS PRESENTING POSITION, booty raised, torso parallel to the ground, holding onto the bars to keep herself upright.

"Ohhh, who-who's there?!" She heard an approaching figure but didn’t see that it was the butt-obsessed fiend. “I-Im really embarrassed to ask this, b-but do you think you could help me?”

She grabbed the bars and felt their substandard material give a little. “Nnnnngh, The bars look like they can bend a bit. If you help me pull them apart, I can slip out."

The Canadian street girl didn’t respond, not that she was trying to conceal herself. But because the elastic material of the cop’s standard issue hotpants had ridden up to expose all of her delightful cheeks, all of it pointing at her.

“Hey? Did you hear me? I need-oh no! You!” The barred-up officer saw who discovered her, with her ASS wide open!

“Y-You better not try anything funny. S-Stay right there.” Officer Grayson's escape attempts got more ****, but her bad position allowed no leverage and only served to wiggle her booty side to side with audible *PLAP* *PLAPS*.

Yet the delinquent was heedless of the officer's warnings, mesmerized by that booty.

"Don't get yourself in more trouble!" Grayson was getting more nervous, and her butt wobbled harder.

“S-Stay back~!” Officer Grayson cried, her voice having a slight tone of anticipation. “You better not-”

**SMACK!**

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH~!”

**SMACK!**

“OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH~!”

**SMACK!** **SMACK!**

“S-STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP~!!” Officer Grayson moaned. But the girl wouldn't. She couldn't stop herself.

"!Tu perra gorda!" the bronze booty addict cried. "You booty bitch! You’re beggin' to get slapped!"

** SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!**

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

The officer wailed from the delicious pain of her cheeks reverberating from the Canadian's hands.

AHH~! AHHHHH~! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~!!" The officer's whorish groans and the constant rippling of her wobbleflesh inflamed the berzerk barrage.

Why? Why was this making her so insanely, ridiculously horny~!? Goddess, she's going to get a spanking fetish if this doesn't stop! This was going to make her pass out from the pleasure!

"!Mi diosa! This ASS! THIS ASS~~!!" and the ASS SLAPPER was just as delirious. She was entirely swallowed into her ASS ADDICTION as it pushed her to batter this cop's booty. Putting more strength in each slap than she thought she was capable of.

And then the furious frenzy ceased, though Grayson's cheeks didn't stop shaking.

"Wuh? Is-did you stop?" The booty-beaten cop asked. She almost sounded disappointed.

"What are yooooooOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH~~!!"

The street girl only stopped so she could dive her face between Officer Grayson's big, beaten buttcheeks. Hed head plundged deep between the fleshy mounds, far down the cavern between her booty, until reaching the prize in their center, the puffy ring of an ASSHOLE.

She o pressed her tongue to the clothed back entrance, dragging along and polishing every inch for its decadent taste. She scoured that pucker, nibbling, inhaling, moaning into the bud as she french kissed it.

And it lovingly kissed back.

"Mmmmmmm, Mamai~!" She cooed, "You're ASS~! It's sooooo good~!" I don't care if you're a cop anymore. I'm making you mine~~!!!” The only love this girl had never received was from ASS, and this was the best one she's ever encountered. She was never letting it go!

"Nnnnnnoooooooo~!" Officer Grayson was barely coherent, but she tried to defy. She's only just gotten settled into Blüdhaven. Jyst laid the foundations of her plans. She can't become this admittedly cute Canadian girl’s Spank-Wife!

But her pummeled and plump butt was already surrendering!

“Nnngh! NNNGGGGOOOOOOOHHHHH~!!” Officer Grayson came again. And her juices moved back to her pants to add another flavor for the girl to enjoy.

The bronze-skinned Canadian girl’s femme dick slipped itself out of her pants, surprisingly girthy for her petite frame, already throbbing and ready to claim this FATASSED COP CHICA for itself. And in her Slut Brain-addled mind, Officer Grayson wouldn't mind that at all.

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh! Too much! TOO MUCH~!, TOO-

*SSSSSSPPPPLLLLLLUUUUUURRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

However, the girl reached her limit first. A stream of jizz fired through Officer Grayson's legs and landed in front of her, spewing several shots until a whole patch was covered, and after a few moments, it petered out, and she felt the head between her cheeks fall out.

Without the overwhelming stimulation, she finally freed herself. After digging out her wedgied-up hotpants, she saw the delinquent dazed on the ground after ejaculating. The bliss was just too much for her.

“Oooohhh,” Officer Grayson massaged her sore behind. Despite her total defeat, she was the one who didn't cum first…or at least cummed themselves into unconsciousness.

It was not one of her most auspicious arrests, but Officer Grayson took the booty hunter in a bridal carry and walked away from this little incident. "I'll read you your Miranda rights when you wake up."

At least the rest of the crowd didn't see her humiliation. And hopefully, the heavy foliage masked the loud smacks on her ASS and her moaning. This was the most humiliating thing she’s suffered in this city so far. But Officer Grayson was undaunted. She couldn't let something like this end her career before it started.

Yes, the fun was only getting started~.

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