"I've called the cops, pervert!"

"Oh really? I can't say I'm surprised." John stated. "I recognise your name, Sparkleflow. You are one of Femforevar's followers. You always find a way to make a nuisance of yourselves. If it's not harassment and spreading of lies its false copyright claims against us, and for what? Because you people can't take a joke or two? You guys are just man haters." ranted John. He took a deep breath an continued. "OK I need to dial it back a bit. heh. This is no problem. Sparkleflow, you were technically in the right to call the cops on me. But the trouble is, it won't do anything. You can complain and shout and scream all you want but it isn't going to do anything. Why? I guess you haven't been paying attention to the stream so far, have you sweet cheeks? Think yourself lucky, you get to watch the show and it's more interesting than anything else out there."

All this time John was ranting and raving at no one in particular, gesticulating heavily while walking down the abandoned street. Behind him a cop car came round the corner and slowed to a stop on the other side of the street. A few seconds pass and the cop car pulls up behind John and sounds its siren briefly. The noise startles John as he spins around and sees the cruiser right behind him.

"Oh damn, part of me thought you were bluffing, I should have known better of course." said John, checking the chat he could see Sparkleflow getting on a high horse.
"Hope you like prison food asshole." she taunted.

A stocky man with a crew cut stepped out of the near side of the car, John had a shit eating grin on his face which turned into a huge beaming smile when he saw an attractive female cop get out the other side, her light brown hair up in a tight bun which disappeared under her hat at she donned it to commence police business.

"Sir" began the male officer. "We have had reports of a sex attack in this area and you match the description of a suspect." John noticed both officer's hands were on their holstered guns. "Can I ask what you are doing today and where you are going?"

John licked his lips and and swallowed, he had to admit, he was nervous. He appraised each cop. The guy looked like a serous type, his name tag said 'Anderson' which John was sure he polished every day. The female seemed to keep her distance a bit more, staying on the other side of the car but very attentive, she seemed to be studying every detail of the interaction. He could just make out her name was 'Dockers' at this distance. "Sure you can ask, but first both of you take your hands off your guns, just don't touch them" Both cops moved their hands away and took a more relaxed pose. "Today I am out recording a stream on my glasses here" He pointed to them.
"You are recording sir?" The male cop interrupted. "I am going to have to ask you to stop at once."
"No" John said plainly.
"What?!" snapped the female cop. "Sir we gave you an order, stop recording now" She moved forward flanked by her partner.
"You don't want me to stop recording" stated John. Both cops stopped in their tracks, blinking as they both considered their new change of mind.
"OK, make sure you keep that thing switched on, but we are going to have to have to ask you to tell us where you were earlier today." The female said.
"Oh well, that's easy." remarked John. "I was molesting anyone I wanted too." Johns smile took on a sinister tone which both Cops took notice of, each of them now regarded John as more than just a potential suspect, they glanced at each other quickly and nodded.
"Sir I am afraid you are going to have to come down to the station." Anderson said as he moved forward, arm out stretched to grab Johns shoulder, probably in an attempt twist him round and slam him on the car's hood. John was more than ready with a command.

"If any part of me touches either of you, you will loose all motor function in that part of your body." John smiled as he knew it was too late for Anderson. As he grasped John on the shoulder he also brought his other arm around to turn John at the waist. The instant he did this both of Anderson's arms fell limply at his side. Anderson stopped and briefly assessed his situation, not scared or bothered by his now useless arms but rather stumped as to how to continue. John leaned forward and poked Anderson in both legs quickly, causing all muscles to relax, like a falling tree Anderson tipped over. His useless arms did not stop him at all from the fall and he hit the hard ground with and loud thud. It knocked the wind out of him and caused him to curse his bad luck.

"Are you OK there?" asked Dockers coming around the car to help her partner. She was not phased at all by her partners sudden paralysis, although she felt a bit of sympathy for the 'accidental' fall which just took place. She briefly forgot her police training as she turned her back to John to help up her partner. She grabbed Anderson's wrist and started to pull him up, John stepped up behind her and gently tapped her right arm with his finger. She instantly lost her grip and let Anderson tumble back down again causing him to swear one more time. Dockers' arm now hung limply at her side, she looked at it briefly and then at Anderson, she came to an obvious conclusion fairly quickly, turning to John she summed up the situation.
"Sir, I am afraid we can't bring you down to the station at the moment, I can't move my partner here with only one arm. I'm going to have to take your details and ask you to come down to the station later. "

"Well OK then, proceed. " John said while shrugging. Dockers deftly managed to get her note book from her belt with her working arm, with the same hand she grasped a pen out of her shirt pocket. She bought the pen to her mouth, grabbed the pen lid with her mouth and pulled it off. She then used her working arm to turn the pen round in her mouth and bring the pad up to it. She managed to mumble out typical instructions through the stationary in her mouth such as name, address and number. John obliged at first, he was really impressed with her ability to keep this charade going. However, he did have a stream to do and show to perform. He slowly bought his hand up to her working arm as it held the note pad to her face. "Touch" he quietly said as he gave her arm the most gentle tap he could. It fell limp instantly, the note pad clattering to the floor. Dockers blinked a few times and looked down at the pad on the floor, she looked all around her body as she took in her new state and was making mental calculations as what to do next. Unable to write any more she tried to put the pen back in her pocket with just her mouth. She manage to draw a little on her light blue shirt but failed to get the pen back in it's home as it too clattered to the floor. John stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, pulling it up and letting it flop down.

"Sir, please don't do that." see said sincerely as John played with her body against her will. He did it a few more times laughing at her. "Sir, I'm asking you not to do that, I could write you up for **** if you continue."

John simply laughed at her. "Whoo!" he said as he knocked her hat off with a flick of his wrist.

"SIR!" is all she could say as John continued his playful mockery, pulling at each arm in turn and swinging them about while she just stood there passively. He looked her in the eyes as he held her hand up too her face. He manipulated her hand so that her index finger was pointing out with the rest of her hand was clasped in a fist. He brought her finger to her nose and slow twisted it in to her nostril in till it held firm. He leaned back and took in her angry scowl with her finger up her nose. "I'm warning you." she said sternly with a bunged up nasal tone. She shook her head forwards shaking her hand free, it swung loosely back to her side.

"Its not ****, you are the one touching me." he said cheeky. He undid his belt buckle, giving enough room for him to fit her limp hand down the front of his boxers. "See," He gestured to his crotch "I didn't know it was in your training to cup balls like you are now".

Her face contorted into one of disgust. "Oh god" she whimpered "I can feel them. They are so gross and hairy". Despite her protest she still kept her hand stuffed down Johns underwear as he let go of her arm. John enjoyed the sensation of her soft fingers stroking his balls as he moved his pelvis around in a circular motion. "Please, take my arm out." she pleaded.

"OK, yeah I think its time we move on" John announced as he withdrew her hand. She seem relieved for a brief second only for her respite to be snatched from her with Johns rough seizing of both her arms. He pushed her unceremoniously onto the hood of the car. The position they were in with John holding both her arms pinning her on her back with him looming over her left her with no confusion as to were this was going.

"NO!" She cried as she tried to bring her knee up to push John away, determined not to be another **** statistic. The moment she got it in position and started applying **** to push John away, her leg went limp, swinging to the side. She tried in vain to do the same with the other leg, but like before, as soon as she pushed, her leg gave way and swung in the opposite direction. Both legs now dangled off the car, spread wide with John standing in the middle, leering down at her. He let go of her arms and started taking his pants and underwear off. With one last effort she raised herself up from the car hood using her stomach muscles. John raised an eye brow at her strength, she clearly did plenty of sit ups at the academy. He extended his index finger and waited for her to nearly reach the top.

"Poke" he said as he prodded her in the stomach. She fell back down instantly as her six pack dissipated, her head bouncing off the hood with a audible bump.

"What's going on over there." shouted Anderson from nearby. He was almost next to them but his body had fallen turned away from the scene taking place.

"Shut up Anderson" said John, not taking his eyes off is prize as she lay helpless on the car, breathing heavily as fear started to take her over. "Tell me dockers, How does it feel to know that you are about to be ploughed in front of hundreds of people?" John said tapping his glasses.
"Humiliating, I want to be in charge of the situation and I just can't manage to be, I don't want people to see me this ****. " was all she could manage to reply.
"OK then Ill turn it off." offered John.
"NO!" she shot back quickly. "Leave it recording, please. I want it recording" She was contradicting her self from orders John gave a while ago and he was loving it.

He moved forward and started pawing at her breasts briefly before ripping her shirt open sending buttons flying. She wore a simple blue bra, she did seem like an all business type of girl John thought to himself. He undid her pants and started to tug them down while trying not to pull her limp body from the car. Dockers turned her head upwards and away from Johns actions, from her view she could see the other side of the street, upside down. Her heart jumped for a moment, a couple had rounded the corner, they had not seen what is going on as they seem to be hugging each other tightly and very much occupying each others attention.

"HELP! PLEASE! HELP ME!" she screamed at them. John looked up and saw that this got the couples attention, they guy started to quicken pace towards them and the girl was tagging along slightly behind.

"Now, Now, Dockers." John said tutting, its not nice to get civilians involved. He reached over and gave her mouth a slight tap. Her mouth opened and her tongue lulled out. The guy had jogged over to the other side of the car to try and make sense of what he was seeing. Dockers tried to communicate but she could only manage slurred speech like she had just had multiple teeth out at the dentist and an tongue piecing on top.

"lllurrr murrr huuuurrr muuur!" She mumbled as she looked the stranger in the eye. For his part he seemed baffled but was deeply concerned for what appeared to be taking place, his partner came along side him. John looked them up and down, the guy was tall and handsome with a green polo shirt on. His partner seem very homely, she had shoulder length blonde hair with a white head band keeping it neat. Her long pink flowery dress framed nicely with a blue cotton sweeter which hung about her shoulders. Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

"What the hell is going on here?" Demanded the man.

"You don't care about that buddy" John said. "In fact just go home and don't worry about any of this"

"Oh OK then, never mind, lets go honey" he said to his wife taking her hand and leading her away.

"Not you miss", John said placing his hands on either side of his captive officer but looking at this guy's presumable wife. "You stay here. Help me out"

"Yeah OK, Ill help." she happily agreed. She turned to her leaving husband. "Ill try not to be long, If I am there is a pizza in the freezer and you can help yourself to the chocolate cake in the fridge" She shouted after him. He just waved back at her and walked on. She came round the car and stood next to John "Right! What do you need help with?" she said chipperly as she slapped her sides.

"Well I'm dealing with officer Dockers here. Officer Anderson is on the floor over there. Go sexually **** yourself on him. Make him cum in your pussy the best you can OK?" Explained John. "Also what is you name?"

"Harriet, my name is Harriet, pleased to meet you," She said as if a well rehearsed line. "Right well, Ill see what I can do" she seemed unconfident. Not that this was a bad thing to do, but that she might not have the skills to accomplish the task at hand, but she would give it her best. John went back to town on Dockers. He cleared her legs of her pants and was managing to slide down her plain blue panties to have a good look at her neatly trimmed bush. He gave a few of her feminine hairs a pinch and proceeded to line his dick up with her hole.

"Dockers, your pussy will retain all its muscle control while I fuck you, also get extremely turned on, now." Commanded John. Dockers moaned into the hood of the car as she made a puddle of drool that had collected round her mouth a little bit bigger. John slipped in easily as Dockers pussy flooded with her own juices, he started to pump away while he turned to check on his helpers process.

Harriet for her part had managed to turn Anderson on to his back and to pull his pants and underwear down. She started stroking his cock with her hand but to no avail. He was stubbornly resisting, all the more evident from the evil glare he was managing to put out.

"Give it a kiss, lick it like a lolly pop, fondle and lick his balls a bit" Shouted John as he reamed Dockers, half unbelieving a woman could be this clueless.

"Oh right, yeah I can try that." agreed Harriet. She leaned forward and started to perform her stated tasks. Licking it from base to tip made it twitch. Using that as a baseline she continued giving fellatio, repeating what gave good results. "Success!" She exclaimed as she clasped her hands together and placed her cheek on them. Looking down and her created erection like she had made a marvellous delicious cake. It wilted slightly as she paused in her victory. "Oh bother I forgot, I'm such a nincompoop" She bent forward kissing Anderson's meat while her hands went under her skirt, rapidly pulling down her white cotton panties. She moved quickly this time, moving her pussy over his rod, she spread her skirt over him, covering their modesty as she started bouncing up and down.

Both John and Harriet moved in rhythm as they fucked their respective limp cops. John looked over and gave Harriet a thumbs up, she returned an OK signal with her hand while winking. After a minuet Harriet yelps in surprise.
"I think I've done it. " She lifted her body up and reached under her skirt and scooped some cum from out of her pussy.

"Good timing" Added John as he rammed home a few extra times then held in as he came. He stood away from his victim as his seed oozed out of her. He started to put his clothes back on. Harriet stood up and brushed her skirt down.
"Well that's that. If you don't mind I have to get back to my husband, he can be a bit of a handful if left to his own devices." She trotted off past John in the direction her husband went.

"Thanks," John shouted, She turned around and waved. "Also, orgasm" Harriet bent over and her eyes bulged.

"Oh my gosh, I've never had one of those before. Wowee." She collected her self and went on her way. John tuned to his cops, both lying limp and defeated.

"I think I made my point. Sparkleflow. You can't stop me. So enjoy this or fuck off, its your choice." John had managed to phase out the chat through most of this, looking though most of it was full of the usual exclamations of joy. He did notice a link to a NWA song labelled as stream anthem, most appropriately. Sparkleflow was silent for the time being. He spoke up to the Cops. "When I clap my hands you two will get all muscle control back and forget any of this ever happened, you won't bother me again and you will ignore anything criminal relating to me." John clapped his hands and both cops sprung into life sitting bolt upright.

"What we doing Anderson?" asked Dockers as she slipped her pants back on over her pussy which was still leaking cum.

"I can't remember, but we won't bother this guy any more, you are free to go sir." Anderson stammered as he got back in his car.

John tucked his hands in his pockets as he watched the cruiser drive off. "Fun little trick, that paralysing touch thing, amazing how people just accept it as their popper state of being while fucked up by it. So guys, now we know nothing and I mean nothing is going to get in the way, what's next?"