Pussy Galore take down

“What are we going to do with Lucy here?” Golding asked, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her leaking pussy lips as she fervently waited to be penetrated.

“She needs new clothes. I’d like to fuck her too but honestly I think we need to act on Dredd sooner rather than later.” He reached into his coat pocket and produced a set of hand cuffs, grabbed one wrist and pulled her hand behind her back, cuffing her. She whimpered, realisation dawning that she would not get fucked again quite yet. It was frustrating. It was a releif. It was a disappointment. But she had cum in her now and that made her content. She focused on that. She didn’t want that to leak out! He gabbed her other wrist and none too gently cuffed her other hand behind her back.

“Yeah. There is a good chance that someone saw us taking Lucy here unto custody and Dredd already knows we are gunning for him,” Kelly suggested. “Grab her keys, wallet, phone and pills. Leave her clothes. Let’s go back to Pussy Galore…”

The two cops crossed the street, pushed Lucy into the backseat of their unmarked police car and drove off, oblivious to the bar tender watching from the alley. The bar tender took out his phone snd dialled furiously. “Dredd, dammit, Pickup…” the bar man at the Broken drum muttered.

“Yo, you've reached Dredd’s voice mail. I’m busy right now. Leave a short message after the beep. I’ll get back to you!” The voicemail message said in Dredd’s rich baritone.

“Dredd, those cops. Kelly and Golding. They just made Luke take one of his fucking breeder pills at gunpoint, fucked her and cuffed her naked in their car. I heard them mention you and Pussy Galore - they are coming for you with breeder pill ! Heads up. The heat is coming after you!”

The bar tender hung up and finished loading the dumpster. This was bad news!

"Can one of you... please... fuck me?" Lucy pleaded as she lay down in the back seat and raised her hips, using gravity to keep as much precious cum inside her womb as he could. The breeding urge was becoming unbearable, her body begging to be filled with cock again. The cops shared a look of amusement as they drove on to Pussy Galore, ignoring her need.

Kelly and Golding pulled up at Pussy Galore. The strip joint was all neon lights and heavy bass. "Stay here slut," Kelly said to Lucy, still naked, cuffed and horny. The two plain clothes cops exited.

“I’ll cover the back entrance,” Golding said. The bouncers at the front door nodded in recognition as Kelly walked in and headed on through the bar and into a private VIP lounge.

Golding waited at the back entrance, gun drawn, ready to take down Dredd if he fled.