Citizen Care is supposed to care.

“Running from Citizen Care. That’s 20 credits right there! What does that make you I wonder?” The officer loomed over her menacingly. He tapped at the Status-Port on his wrist for added effect. It was an upgraded Status-Port from the ones the Status-Wardens at the Department of ReInformation had. The Citizen Care officer making a big show of the fact that he had the power of Alice’s life right there in the palm of his hand, or forearm more correctly. He held his figure up in the air, hovering over the button that would complete the infraction and doom Alice. She didn’t have the Credits and would turn BLACK.

Looking down at her, the officer was clearly getting off on the **** of power. He looked the ReInformation Worker up and down. Just his luck he had found a pretty one. Alice was dressed as was expected of her at the Department of ReInformation. Simple dress skirt that went past her knees. Plain white blouse under her jacket and simple flats. While the clothing might not have been anything flashy, it was her body that was enticing the officer. Alice was young, just twenty, and possesses the full measure of youthful vigour. Her body was slim and her clothes tight to her. The officer very much liking the way her skirt clung to the small curve of Alice’s hips and her trifling bust swelled from her blouse.

Forgetting the Status-Port for now, the office bend to grab Alice by the shoulders, telling her to, “stand up!” at the same time as he lifted her to her feet anyway. He threw her then over to a collection of trash cans and black plastic bags that had been placed behind the high rise for collection. Alice landed on top of one of the metal bins, causing the rest to tumble over in a loud clatter. The wind in her lungs was again driven from Alice’s body.

She remained there leaning over the trash can as the Citizen Care officer prowled up behind her.

“How can I care for you if you run away?” he asked Alice rhetorically as he started to undo his belt and trousers.

The man’s belt with his baton, handcuffs and gun dropped to the floor around his ankles. He took Alice’s skirt and **** it down over her hips. He wasn’t smart enough to figure it had a side zip or just didn’t care. He exposed her backside to the early evening air. Alice muttering a pathetic, “no, please no,” as he **** himself inside her.

He **** her. It was mercifully short, the officer finishing quickly but still, it felt longer to Alice than anything she had ever experienced. She collapsed onto her knees at his feet when he was done, not yet ready to cry at the shock of what had happened.

“No, no, no, no!” Alice was surprised to hear the Citizen Care officer start to yell. She looked up at him. His wet and bloody prick was close to her face as he started to tap frantically on his Status-Port which remained unresponsive.

“She wanted it! I heard her say it,” he lamented, then, “she was BLACK. I did it myself. I’m not a Sexual-Deviant!”

Alice’s Status-Bracelet still showed her Red Status, the Citizen Care officers, however, was a dull black.