Jackie, Kelly and Golding

Dredd clipped a leash to the former Officer Jack Rogers’ cat collar and passed it to the plain clothes Kelly. “Introduce yourself to officers Kelly and Golding,” Dredd told her, barely containing his amusement as Jackie realises what it means to be leashed. Dredd was clearly enjoying giving her to the cops to screw her. “They’re regulars.”

She looked up at Officer Kelly, conscious of her reduced stature, skimpy clothes and his raw masculinity. Kelly was ex-military, a man of mixed Irish and Korean descent in his early thirties. He kept himself fit and in shape. He was rather handsome Jackie realised as she considered her situation. “I’m um… Amanda Shag. Of the Shag triplets. My… um sisters Anita and Mona are over there…” Jackie said. She wanted to obey Dredd, would do anything for him but these two cops were part of her past life and that brought the reality of her situation home to her. It made the situation more immediate. What would happen if she let something slip… plus if she was screwed by these guys it would be like she was accepting this life. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Excited yes. But also the part that was Rogers, a small part pushed all the way to the back of her consciousness, a little bit of her masculine identity that was not fully onboard with a life as a submissive sexual bimbo - that was going silently nuts at the idea of being fucked by these guys. She wanted to say something to her daddy but didn’t know how. Couldn’t. She had to…

Obey.

“Whatever. So you’ll tell us if you see Rogers right?” Golding asks Dredd, unconcerned with Jackie. Golding was in his late twenties, a more junior officer that was tall, muscular and lean. He was descended from a long line of cops and seemed worried by Rogers disappearance - if he only knew that Rogers was right there with them… but he would never guess that this half naked slut was their missing partner in crime. “He missed out regular catch up where we split the weekly take - and the arsehole isn’t answering his phone. It’s not like him.”

Dredd nods. “Yeah. Of course,” he agrees. “Rogers picked up your monthly protection money payment from here three days ago. He got it directly from me, the whole ten grand plus the two grand bonus for the warning you guys gave me about the raid - that was appreciated. I got my illegals out just in time... But I’ve not seen him since.” Dredd shrugged apologetically. “Rogers is like a bad penny. He always turns up where you least expect it.” He looked at Jackie and winked. “Please, take Amanda here on the house. She will be more than happy entertain you officers. Won’t you my little slut?” He asked.

“Of course Daddy! Anything for you!” Jackie’s eyes were wide with surprise, but there was also excitement in her eyes. She was always eager to please Dredd and to be used by him. Kelly tugged absently on her leash, leading her to the chained off VIP area and the private booth. Jackie knows what’s going to happen next, and her pussy clenches with anticipation. She’d had many a girl on the house when she’d… not been a bimbo.

Jackie is pulled along like a pet eager to perform. The restraining leather collar feels snug and cool against her slim girlish neck, a stark contrast to the moist heat building slowly between her legs. She glances helplessly back at her bimbo sisters who were now dancing on the podium for two guy. She feels a mix of excitement and trepidation which is clear to see in her eyes. She could scarcely believe she was about to be tag teamed by her fellow police officers, two strong virile men who towered over her small bimbo body. It was wrong and also all kinds of exciting.

When Jackie was in the spacious booth, the curtain was drawn and her former work colleagues focussed their attention on her. “You should remove that ridiculous outfit slut…” Kelly tells her.

Jackie nods obediently, unhooking her bra and letting her new, enhanced breasts spill out. “I’ll give this to Dredd. He gets some choice pieces of ass working here. Look at the size of those titties! I’m gonna tit fuck those mounds for certain!” Kelly says appreciatively. She wiggles out of her thong, leaving the tail butt plug in place. “Get down on your hands and knees slut, like a little sex kitten.” He tells her. She obeys.

Her face is a picture of pure submission, a stark contrast to her former confidence and assertiveness. They never suspected who she was. It was deliciously ironic she realised. Almost poetic. She had once been their equal but now she is nothing more than a sexual plaything for their pleasure. A piece of ass as they said. She considers telling them who she had been. But that would get Dredd in trouble and she doesn't want that. Besides what would they do? She was stuck like this forever whether they knew who she was or not. It would be embarrassing. And they were dirty cops who knew she had dirt on them. If they knew who she was she doubted they would even want to help her. Their sense of self preservation was too strong. They’d see her as a liability at best, a loose end to be disposed of at worst. She remembered Sharonna. Sharonna had been a loose end. And they’d hurt Dredd. Daddy!

The two officers leer at her, their eyes raking over her curvaceously naked body. They’re used to getting what they want. Jackie feels a shiver of fear, but it’s quickly replaced by a strange thrill. She’s been given a role to play and she decides she’s going to play it to the hilt. As the hilt? Whatever. She crawls over to them, her tail flicking back and forth behind her. She can feel their appreciative eyes on her, and it makes her hotter. The attention is intoxicating. She starting to forget about who she was and focus on who she is.

“Good girl,” Golding says, patting her head like she’s a pet. He sits in the lounge chair and takes a contented sip of his beer. He watches appreciatively as she straddles his lap, her tail sticking up in the air. She starts to grind against him, her massive tits bouncing in his face. She can smell the faint scent of cigars and cheap cologne. It’s all so sordid, so unlike her old life, but she loves it. The power they hold over her is a heady aphrodisiac.

Kelly reaches out and grabs her tail, pulling her back. “Let’s see how well you can use that mouth, slut,” he says, unbuckling his belt. She climbs off and kneels, eagerly leaning in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She opens her mouth, reaches into his pants to extricate his mid sized cock and takes him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft. His grip tightens on her tail as he groans with pleasure. She’s surprisingly good at it, taking him deep and fast. It’s like her new bimbo instincts are taking over.

Golding unbuckles and pulls out her butt plug “Mmm, such a good little whore, eager to be filled up,” he says, dropping her tail casually beside her as he does so.

Jackie feels a rush of cold air and a moment of vulnerability, but she quickly replaces it with a smoldering gaze. She’s eager to take whatever they have to give her. The thought of being used so freely sends a shiver down her spine, and she knows her pussy is already dripping.

Golding’s hands are rough as they guide her onto his erect cock. She gasps as he fills her up, the feeling of being mounted turning her on even more. The booth may be private, but she knows that outside, the club is buzzing with activity. It’s thrilling to think that anyone could walk in and see her like this.

As she starts to sliding back and forth on Golding, his hands grasp her hips, setting a rhythm that she eagerly follows. Still sucking his cock she glances up at Kelly, who’s watching with a smug smile on his face. He reaches over and pinches one of her nipples, eliciting a moan that makes her clench around Golding’s shaft. The pleasure is intense and it sends shockwaves through her body.

Jackie feels like she’s in a trance, her movements becoming more erratic as her arousal builds. She’s lost in the moment, the pounding of the bass from the club music outside the booth melding with the grunts of the two officers. She feels like she’s in a different world, one where she’s free to indulge in her most base desires. She’s living out a fantasy she never knew she had, and the thrill of it is undeniable. Golding’s hands are all over her, gripping her hips, slapping her ass, and tweaking her nipples, while Kelly’s cock hits the back of her throat with every bob. Her eyes water and she gags, but she doesn’t stop. This is heaven!

The two officers are grunting and gasping, obviously enjoying the show. They don’t seem to care about anything else except their own pleasure. And Jackie is more than happy to provide it. It’s like a switch has been flipped in her head, and all she can think about is making them cum. She’s a whore, their whore, and she loves it. If they knew who she was… the thought makes her even more excited. They’re fucking their colleague and don't even know it! It’s demeaning and embarrassing and hot as fuck.

Her thoughts are interrupted when she feels Golding’s cock swell inside her. She knows he’s close, and she speeds up her rocking motions, sliding along his cock faster and with more need, eager to feel his hot cum fill her up. His grip on her hips tightens, and with a final, deep thrust, he releases himself inside her. She feels the warmth spread through her, and it’s all she can do not to collapse, the orgasm tearing through her body.

But she has to suck Kelly’s cock. Jackie can feel her own orgasm building as she switches her focus to the other officer. She slides off Golding's cock, cum dripping from her pussy, her legs shaky but eager to continue. “Fuck me Kelly. Please!”

Kelly takes her place on the seat, his cock standing tall and proud. She straddles him, feeling the leather of the booth stick to her sweaty skin, and sinks down onto his length. The sensation of being filled once again is blissful, and she starts to bounce up and down on his modest length, her oversized tits jiggling and smacking against her chest with every movement.

Golding watches, his own cock still semi-erect, as Jackie’s pussy swallows up Kelly. She’s so wet, so eager, and the sight of it makes his cock twitch with envy. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, and he knows she’s close.

Kelly’s grip on her hips is like a vice, and he’s pumping into her with a desperation that’s palpable. Jackie can feel his orgasm building, and she knows what’s expected of her. She starts to moan louder, her pussy contracting around his cock as she nears her own climax. The leather of the booth squeaks beneath them, a testament to their passionate encounter.

As the two officers watch, she throws her head back, her mouth open in ecstasy as her body takes over. The music from the club outside seems to sync with her movements, the lights flashing in time with her heartbeat.

The tension in the booth is thick, the air heavy with lust and desire. The two officers are completely entranced by the bimbo goddess that Jackie has become, and she revels in the power she holds over them. She’s not just any stripper; she’s their personal plaything, and the thought sends waves of pleasure through her body.

Kelly’s cock swells even more inside her, and she can feel his orgasm approaching. She bounces harder, her perfect tits akimbo. Golding’s eyes are glued to the sight of her, his own lustful needs clear as he strokes himself back to hardness.

With a final, powerful thrust, Kelly releases his load inside her, his grip on her hips almost painfully tight. She cries out, her pussy clenching around him as she comes, her walls milking his cock for every drop. The sensation of his hot cum mixing with Golding’s inside her is overwhelming, and she collapses against him, panting and trembling.

Then without letting her recover Golding lifts her off Kelly and pulls her back onto his cock, taking a lounge seat.

Jackie gasps, feeling the fullness of being filled by Golding again. She’s lost in a haze of pleasure and submission, her mind swimming with the reality of her new existence. The power dynamics in the room are clear: Dredd is her master, and she’s here to serve his every whim, even if it means being used by these two corrupt cops.

She loves it.

Golding’s cock feels like it is home now, and she moves with a passion that’s unfamiliar yet exhilarating. Her body has become a finely tuned instrument of pleasure, and she plays it masterfully. The two men watch her with hungry eyes, their lust for her undeniable.

Jackie’s eyes glaze over as Golding’s rhythm becomes more intense. She can feel herself getting closer to another orgasm, and she knows that this time, she won’t be able to hold back. The leather of the booth sticks to her sweat-slicked skin, and she can feel the cum of both men inside her, a constant reminder of her new role. It’s a role she’s quickly growing to love, despite the fear that had initially gripped her.

The music outside the booth reaches a crescendo, and she uses the beat to guide her movements. Her hips gyrate faster and faster, her rounded ass bouncing up and down on Golding’s cock. He groans, his hands digging into her hips as he matches her tempo. The leather of the chair squeaks in protest, and she knows that the sound is only adding to the excitement of the officers.

Her breasts jiggle with every bounce, her nipples hard and sensitive from the constant attention they’ve been receiving. She looks into Golding’s eyes, and the fire she sees there is all the encouragement she needs. Her pussy clenches around him, and she feels the beginnings of another orgasm building deep within her.

Kelly, not wanting to be left out, moves in closer, his cock still soft and glistening with cum. He reaches around and starts to play with her clit, his skilled fingers working her into a frenzy. The sensation is too much, and she feels her body tense up as she approaches the edge.

With one final, powerful thrust, Golding cums inside her again, filling her to the brim. The feeling of his hot seed mixing with Kelly’s earlier load sends her over the edge, and she screams out in pleasure, her body convulsing with the intensity of her climax. The officers watch her, their own orgasms reflected in their eyes.