ACAB - All Cops Are Bitches

The following day, on the local evening news for the city of Port Reyes, the viewers tuning into the broadcast were faced with s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ s̶t̶r̶a̶n̶g̶e̶ something totally mundane. Something that should inspire s̶h̶o̶c̶k̶ a̶n̶d̶ o̶u̶t̶r̶a̶g̶e̶ little more than a shrug. Something s̶o̶ t̶w̶i̶s̶t̶e̶d̶ a̶n̶d̶ p̶e̶r̶v̶e̶r̶t̶e̶d̶ i̶t̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ b̶o̶g̶g̶l̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶ m̶i̶n̶d̶ totally and completely normal it was not worth mentioning.

After returning from commercial break, the female anchor greeted the viewers with her most professional smile. "And now, we are joined in studio by chief of police Carmelita Fox, who has an important announcement regarding the future of the Port Reyes Police Department."

Indeed, sitting across the desk from the anchorwoman was Carmelita Fox, who stood out like a sore thumb, being an anthropomorphic fox woman in an otherwise normal, mundane, all-human society. But, not only did her appearance not raise alarms, but neither did her manner of dress or action, as Carmelita was dressed solely in a flimsy fishnet leotard, reclining in her chair while rubbing her hard nipples and stroking her heated pussy, freely moaning, tongue lolling out, looking at her host and then into the camera with a lascivious look. Her eyes were bright and attentive, not a glowing emerald green.

But, of course, to the viewers at home and everyone else in the city, their police chief being a beautiful fox-woman in skimpy clothing masturbating on the local news was completely normal. Totally, utterly, absolutely normal. As per the will of the master behind the scenes...

"As everyone knows," Carmelita began, her voice not a droning monotone but a husky, Hispanic drawl. Due to Zatanna's magic, she and the other officers were free of their mindless trances, regaining their personalities, but still bereft of their wills. Carmelita was still an obedient sex ****, puppeted about for the amusement of her Master. "In recent years, policing in America has faced a slew of controversies and questions regarding it's effectiveness and ethics. And, in light of new developments, I am **** to admit that the people asking those questions are correct. The police - your police, us officers serving Port Reyes - are nothing more than swaggering bullies, sucking up public funds, stealing and terrorizing and harming the people we are suppose to protect. We have failed in our duty and we have failed you, the public we are suppose to be serving."

Rather than being contrite and morose, Carmelita was flashing a sharp, canine grin, muzzle parted into a hungry smile, her chest heaving up and down, as if she were in the middle of strenuous activity. In the thrall of carnal pleasure.

"So, I am happy to announce that it all stops now! Starting today, me and the other ladies of the Port Reyes Police Department will be enacting sweeping changes regarding how we serve the city and the public. Namely, as it is now obvious to me the police do little in the way of solving or preventing crime, me and our other officers will be working as free-use whores! Prostitutes patrolling the city! So, when you see us, flag us down if you require sexual service. We'll be happy to drop to our knees, spread our legs, or do whatever else to satisfy our citizens."

Carmelita breathed even heavier, huffing, fingers slipping past the holes in her leotard, burying into the folds of her pussy. She had practiced this speech for hours. Had it drilled into malleable, empty head by her Master. It felt so good to say it. To speak her truth. She was a cheap whore, meant to serve and obey the people of this city!

"I was such a baaaaaad girl!" Carmelita whined, touching herself before the studio and televised audience. "I was a nasty, corrupt, wannabe militant bully. I don't wanna be a bad girl, I wanna be a good girl!" The anchorwoman just smiled politely.

"Well, yes Miss Fox, I think we all want to be good girls."

"In addition - after we renovate our precinct into a brothel and club to properly service our clientele - we will be returning our annual budget back to city hall, to do with whatever they choose. Certainly they can find better use for it than paying our bloated salaries or buying us new, useless toys." Squirming in her seat, Carmelita let out a low whine. She wasn't suppose to cum before finishing. But she was soooo close! "... Oh fuck, where was I? Uh... well, when I said we would be free-use, that is true. You can fuck our slutty holes free of charge, but if you wish to donate to our cause or tip us for our services, we would greatly appreciate the gesture! Mmm, yeah! Shower us in cum and then pay us in a few crumpled singles! It's better than us whores deserve!"

All the while Carmelita spoke, debasing herself and edging herself, all those in the new studio watched with a mixture of polite attention and barely contained boredom, an air of "get on with it" permeating the studio. Of course the police were just whores and sluts, professional prostitutes selling their bodies for cheap for the benefit of the everyday people of Port Reyes. Yawn. It was new, but nothing exciting or interesting. Unless, the chief of whores were to offer her body, that is...

"Well, thank you for the announcement, Chief Fox." The anchorwoman said in a casual tone, turning back to face the camera, ignoring the masturbating fox woman next to her. "Up next: a foreign nation declares **** to America. We'll tell you which one, but first, we'll look at sports, the weather, and tonight's winning lotto numbers. Stay tuned..."

The anchor threw to commercial and, as soon as she did, Carmelita stood up on wobbly legs, stalking towards the various behind the scenes personnel. Cameramen and sound guys and other techs. Now that she had finished talking, she had their attention. Carmelita's eyes caught their lustful, smug grins and the dollar bills they were waving in the air, beckoning her. She shuddered with pleasure. Oh, how she loved this job...

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Following Carmelita's announcement and combined with Zatanna's spell and her veil of normalcy, the entire city of Port Reyes was flipped on it's head, and no one but Rob and Zatanna were the wiser for it. Carmelita and her cadre of sluts-for-hire (with help from Rob and his wealth and his resources) made a series of rapid changes to better fit their new career as prostitutes.

Renovations began to turn the precinct into a club for their clientele. Serviceable and reliable police cruisers were traded in for flashy, gaudy low-rider convertibles, perfect for partying and so bright and eye-catching that no one would mistake their drivers for anything but whores. Guns and batons and tasers and pepper spray and anything else that could be constituted as a weapon? Replaced now by dildos and riding crops and bottles of lube. They kept their handcuffs though, but upgraded them to the distinctly kinky kind. Money was shifted around, returned, and donated, the Port Reyes Police Department now operating on a shoe-string budget and relying on tips from their customers to keep the lights on.

The citizens were happy with the change, too, now seeing all of their hardworking police officers as walking, breathing sex-toys, fully believing that using them for sexual relief and entertainment was not only socially acceptable, but the right thing to do. All but the mildest and most chaste of sexually-active people were willing to call upon their proud girls in blue when in need of their unique talents. Whatever memories or relations they had with the fictional women Rob summoned to their world and jammed into this role were completely dashed, replaced with nothing more than unbridled lust.

Lana Kane found herself on patrol duty, cruising around her new ride, blasting loud, sexually-suggestive pop and rap music on the powerful stereo her convertible came with. Not her style of music, but it was perfect for the branding of her line of work. The people would know she was coming from near a mile away, letting them decided if they needed to use her at the moment.

Like right now, as a matter of fact. While driving through a quite residential area - her trashy car and loud music, all the rubberneckers leering at her as she drove past ruining the façade of the neighbourhood - the car in front of her made a signal and pulled over to the curb. Lana licked her lips and did the same, coming to a stop behind the man. Vaguely, in the back of her mind, she remembered a time when she pulled people over. But she no longer had the lights or sirens, the authority or the power. Besides, civilians stopping her made more sense than the other way around. The police were suppose to serve and obey the public.

Stepping out of her car, Lana strut forth on her thigh-high boots with their five-inch platforms and matching stilettos, swaying her hips back and forth, tight denim shorts caressing her booty, her big tits bouncing beneath her thin shirt, tied up to reveal her flat, perfect tummy. Master Rob said they had to show-off their slutty bodies, and Master was so kind to Lana and the others. He gave them this opportunity, this second chance. Lana would do anything for him.

Lana reached the driver side's door of the, bending over at the waist, a perfect right-angle, gazing at the potential John awaiting her with all the due admiration they deserved. "Hey there, handsome," Lana purred, blowing a kiss as he lowered the window. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, I saw you tailing me there the last five minutes, you dumb bitch," the man said to her, rudely. Lana could care less about his tone or attitude. "Must be because you wanna rap those fat DSLs around my cock, eh, you black bimbo?"

Lana licked her lips and wriggled her butt, shuddering at the insults. "Absolutely, sir. I just love giving roadside head~"

Quickly, Lana was on her knees, servicing the cock of the insulting, angry man, plump lips sealed around his shaft, slobbering all over it with love and attention. Soon, suburbia woke up, a crowd forming around Lana to watch her works.

"Whoa, hey! It's one of those slut-cops!"

"She's so hot..."

"Can I get in on this? I could use a good BJ right now."

"I'm using her right now, folks!" The man announced to the crowd, holding on to Lana's hair, controlling her motion, forcing her up and down on his cock. "But when I'm done, feel free to ask the lady herself, right?" He pulled Lana off of his cock, the cop gasping and moaning, smiling to her audience.

"Yep! I'm a free-use whore for the citizens of Port Reyes. My holes belong to the public, you can **** them all day long!"

And, indeed, that would be Lana's day, stuck in suburbia, fucked silly in public until sundown. She was beside herself. Being a prostitute was so much better than an aggro-btich harassing people with useless traffic tickets.

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Samus knocked on the door. "This is the police, please open up~" She said in a tempting, flirtatious tone. Submissive and eager instead of authoritative and demanding. "There's was a request for my services at this address." She then waited patiently, crossing her arms behind her back, thrusting her chest out everso slightly more.

Master loved her Zero-Suit, but he had dictated she still had to wear her uniform on duty, unless requested otherwise. So Samus was waiting at her supposed clients' house in leather pants and a visible thong, a tiny, thin bikini top that barely covered her gigantic bouncing tits.

With an equal sense of eagerness and energy, the door whipped open, revealing a tall, muscular black woman. Much focus was put on Samus and her bust, but she was also an incredibly athletic and jacked woman, just under six-feet without heels and ripped along her arms and legs, with washboard abs. But her caller was truly and modern-day Amazon, towering over Samus even when the former was barefoot and the later in her fuck-me work heels. Her dark eyes looked Samus up and down, sizing her up like was a meal.

She liked what we saw.

"I asked for a big boobied blonde bimbo..." The black Amazon said, slowly, her voice low and satisfied, very appreciative of Samus' body and outfit. Samus smiled bright and saluted, tits jiggly from the motion of her body.

"Yes, ma'am! I believe I am the perfect big boobied blonde bimbo for you!" Samus replied.

Her buyer nodded and then jerked her head, motioning for Samus to get inside. "Get in. Get on your knees. And get that tongue up in my pussy."

"Ma'am, yes ma'am!"

Part of Samus was excited. So many of her Johns were, well, Johns. Men. She loved sucking cock and getting her holes pumped with cum, but she was happy to being able to show-off her pussy licking skills on this beautiful woman. Her client plopped down on her couch, lit up a joint, and then spread her legs for Samus.

"God fucking damn it, yeah, get it slut..." The woman rumbled happily, sinking into her plush couch and letting the twin relaxants of marijuana and oral sex take her away. Samus had her lips spread wide open, running her tongue is slow circles around the exterior edge. "Fuck, fuck... I remember the day when cops were all a bunch of stuck-up cunts, picking fights with folks for no reason than they could..."

"Oh, those days are far behind us." Samus said, looking up, pussy juice dripping from her chin. She quickly found herself vised by a pair of muscular black thighs.

"No talking, you busty bitch!" She squeezed Samus, keeping her nice and close to where the action was. "Take it nice and slow, baby. I wanna enjoy this. Work for it, make me cum..."

Samus flashed a thumbs up and gave a muffled retort, before going back to work, happy as could be.

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Ada Wong was working patrol on the street this shift. Her feet hurt from walking around in heels all day, but that was just a minor complaint. She loved being a cheap whore-cop and was so grateful to Master Rob for the opportunity. It was so much better serving her community with her lovely body was way better than being a spy, thief, and saboteur.

Word came in over her earpiece. There was a request coming in and she was physically closest, even on sore feet versus a car. Ada smiled, moving a little faster to her address, basking in the look and catcalls and insults the people on the street directed to her. Some boys passing-by in a car asked her to flash them and Ada was all too happy to oblige, blowing them a kiss on top of it all.

"Call me sometimes, cuties." She sang to them. "Ask for 'officer Ada Wong'. I'll treat you right."

"Thank you for coming so quickly, Miss Wong." At her destination, a middle-aged man greeted Ada, speaking to her with much more respect than she deserved. "I am glad to have such... dedicated women working for this city..." Ada smiled back at the man, almost sensing his lust for her nubile body. She could already see the tent forming in his cock.

"Anything for such a... handsome citizen, sir." Ada flirted. "What can I do for you today?"

"It's my son, actually." The man replied after a moment, blushing slightly, eyes locked on Ada's body. "He just turned eighteen and, when I was his age, my dad took me to a brothel to, well, 'become a man'. I figured I would do the same for him but, then I thought, 'the police in this town are way cheaper than some shitty brothel'." His eyes almost flashed with his desire for a moment. "Much sexier, too..."

"Well, aren't you such a caring father..." Ada took a hold of the man's tie, pulling herself closer, fingers gingerly running across his belt buckle.

"I am, in fact..." The man pulled Ada right next to him, groping her butt. "My son won't be home for a while, and my wife is away on business. How about you and I have some fun first and I'll throw in something extra..." He fished out a ten dollar bill, which, to a free-use police-slut like Ada Wong, was an absolute fortune.

As it turned out, the young man Ada had been hired for returned home sooner than expected. He came home to the sight of some Chinese whore sucking off his father. In a normal world, this would be a shocking sight, but now that Rob had been fucking with the fabric of reality, it was worth only a double-take followed by a smile.

And that's how Ada found herself being spit-roasted by father and son. The gawky, awkward young man behind him truly was a virgin, lacking in technique and control, cumming immediately as he penetrated Ada. Still, whatever he lacked, he made up for it in sheer stamina and eagerness.

"Gee, thanks, dad! This is the best present ever!"

"Anything for you, son. Just be sure not to tell your mother about it."

"But... can I call Ada again? She's so pretty..."

"Son, we don't fall in love with the whores..."

"I'm not! I just... she's so sexy, I wanna call her over every weekend and fuck her silly!"

Ada hummed happily as father and son talked over her, like she was a sex object instead of a person. Just as it should be.

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The commercial buzzed with a thumping club beat. It looked like a music video; beautiful women in skimpy clothing, writhing and gyrating, bright multi-coloured lights reflecting off of sheening bodies. They gave heavy-lidded gazes to the viewers, puckered lips blowing kisses. The camera lovingly focused on their bouncing breasts, their butts and curves. Lana and Ada. Claire and Jill. Samus and Lara. Cailtyn and Vi.

Do you love your city and your community?

Are you looking for a chance to serve? To give back?

Are you a hot slut who loves to get fucked?

A submissive whore, wet wholes dripping for cock and cunt?

Then the Port Reyes Police want you! To serve and obey! To fuck and suck!

Interested in a career? Call 1-800-COPSLUT today to find out more!

Rob watched the entire commercial with a big smile on his face, loosing himself to the moment of it all, cumming in Vi's asshole. "Hmm... yeah... now that's what I'm talking about..."

He pulled out, cock no longer plugging Vi's anus, a flow of cum pushed out of the tight, muscular hole and into the waiting mouth of her girlfriend. Caitlyn gagged on the surge of seed before swallowing with a flourish of her tongue, going right back to work eating out Vi's hot snatch.

Yes, they were cop-sluts and yes, they served Port Reyes and her people. But, first and foremost, they were Rob's slaves, and when Master called you and said "I want you two cuties stacked up in a 69 while I take my turn violating your asses" you did not disobey...

Taking a breather, Rob watched the two lovers play with each other. Despite being on the bottom of their formation, Caitlyn was in control, eating Vi out with gusto, her little meal of spunk clearly turned her on a gave her a second wind. Between that and recently getting her rectum spelunked, Vi was a mess, legs splayed out loosely, eyes crossed and tongue out, lost in the sheer pleasure of it all.

"Enjoying the fruits of your labour?" Her voice was dry and raw, but still knew it was Zatanna. She entered his study, hair tousled and eyes dark and drowsy. Combined with her lack of make-up and her still wearing her pajamas, it was clear she had just woken up.

"The fruits of your labour, love." Rob corrected, beckoning her to come. Even latching on to Carmelita's reality-fucking schism, the spells she had cast took a lot out of her. She had been down and out for almost thirty hours. "How are we feeling?"

Zatanna plopped down on his lap, resting her head against his broad chest. "Tired. So tired." She mumbled, heavy eyelids threatening to shut once more. "And hungry."

"I'll tell Brigitte to make you something. Anything you want."

"You're so good to me..." Zatanna said, nuzzling Rob's chest. "I'm so happy to be of service to you, my lord. So happy to remake the world in your image..."

Rob kissed the top of her head, running thick fingers through thick black locks. He cradled her close, something precious and worth protecting and preserving. "I will say, oversight on my part, but now that I have my girls whoring themselves out to the public, there are some safeguards we should put in place." Zatanna stirred, looking up at Rob, a mix of curiosity and apologetic. A wry smile formed saying 'I would love to warp reality some more, babe, but as you can see, your last requests took it out of me'.

Almost immediately, Rob blanched and laughed nervously. "God, I'm such a dolt. Putting all this on you like you're a machine. Forget I said anything, Zee."

"Hmm, Master, silly Master..." Zatanna said in her sleepy, exhausted voice. "Give me a day or two and I should be back on my feet." She then paused and said. "This isn't a big one, is it?"

Rob showed a relieved smile before shaking his head. "I just want it so that all my slaves are immune to all forms of sexually-transmitted diseases and infections. And that I can control when they become pregnant. And that you girls, like me, no longer require sleep to biologically function."

"Hmm... the first one is easy enough. Second might require more juice, but it's doable. And it's all a part of your plan to turn us into your broodmares, isn't it?" Rob's grin grew, overjoyed.

"Step one, baby. If I'm lucky, I'll have you all knocked up with my daughters and future slaves within, say, eighteen months? End of next year? That sounds realistic, right?"

Zatanna paused in thought at that. She knew she had already done so much for Rob and his dream of a perfect, perverted life. But she felt she could do so much more. So, so much more. His grand master plan to turn his harem into a breeding system, to produce more slaves on demand and an endless infinite harem for himself. It was bold and visionary and wonderful, and Zatanna knew she was key to do so, but it would require more power than she had to do so. Even with the energies she was siphoning off of Raven and the others, she wasn't anywhere near close enough to providing that dream for him, her desire for it be damned.

Feeling a little despondent at the lack of her abilities, Zatanna remembered where she was, her eyes turning to the bookshelves which dominated the far wall of Rob's study. They were filled with comic books, novels, movies, and video games that she knew contained even more of the fictional beauties he lusted after and brought to his world. The women destined to be his slaves. Destined to love and serve him and one day, give birth to his daughters and raise them to serve.

Therein lied the answer to Zatanna's quandary. She would find another one like her. Another woman that could bend reality like clay. She would find her perfect compliment and, together, they would give Rob Daily everything he deserved.