She's a police officer

Joseph typed “Ariel Bobmin” into the search bar, the laptop resting steadily on Joie’s upper back while his cock stayed buried in the frozen girl’s mouth. He scrolled through the results with one hand, the other occasionally reaching down to adjust Joie’s head for a better seal. The first few hits were nothing useful—old social media scraps, a couple of address listings. Then a local news article from three months ago caught his eye.

Newly sworn officer Ariel Bobmin had joined the department after transferring from a smaller precinct. The photo showed her in uniform, that same bob cut, same neutral expression she wore right now standing naked against his wall. Joseph snorted.

“A cop,” he said out loud, still thrusting lazily into Joie’s throat. “You’ve only been one for a few months and already you decided to glare at the wrong guy in a dark theater. Bad career move.”

He glanced over at the three older women lined up against the far wall. Lisa still glared. Anna stared blankly. Ariel stood with that same empty, neutral face, D-cup breasts bare, short dark hair framing unseeing brown eyes. Joseph pulled out of Joie with a wet sound, wiped himself off on her cheek, and walked over to Ariel. He cupped one heavy breast, gave it a firm squeeze, then leaned in close to her frozen face.

“You and your grumpy little friends chose the wrong showing and the wrong guy to bother. Now you’re part of the collection. And since you’re a cop who can’t even protect her own kid…” He tapped her nose. “First things first. We’re going to go get Jennifer.”

He dressed quickly, then spent a few minutes posing Ariel into the passenger seat of his car hands folded in her lap, head turned slightly so she would “watch” the road. The other two older women he left standing where they were. Spencer and Joie stayed in the living-room lineup for now. Halie and Morgan were already posed on the bed upstairs; they could wait.

The drive to the address on Ariel’s ID was short. Joseph parked, freezes time again, and hauled the stiff Ariel doll out of the car. He dug her keys from her purse, unlocked the front door, and stepped inside with her draped over his shoulder.

The house was neat, lived-in. Photos of a teenage girl, Jennifer, sat on a side table. Joseph set Ariel down on her feet in the middle of the living room so she could “see,” then began tearing the place apart. Drawers yanked open, closet doors slammed, mattresses flipped. He checked every room twice. No Jennifer.

“Not home,” he muttered, kicking over a small plant stand just because he could. “That’s annoying.”

He turned back to Ariel, who stood exactly where he had left her, naked and blank-eyed. Joseph grabbed her phone from the purse, lifted it to her face, and watched the screen unlock with a soft click. He grinned.

“Even your face works for me now. Convenient.”

He scrolled through recent texts. One conversation stood out, someone named Denise, timestamped just before the movie.

Thanks again for watching Jen tonight. With all the missing-person reports lately I’d rather she stay at the station with you than alone at the house. I’ll pick her up after the late showing.

Joseph’s smile thinned. He looked at Ariel’s frozen face. Missing persons? He was taking women left and right. Eventually people notice. Well. This won't stop him. If that knowledge did anything, it made him want to collect more women.

“So your friend is a cop too. And Jennifer’s sitting pretty at the station because mommy got nervous about disappearances. Funny.” He stepped closer, grabbed a handful of Ariel’s short hair, and tilted her head back. “You actually managed to protect her. Congrats. Even like this, your foresight saved your daughter. For now.”

He just realized this js probably why they were so tense and quick to glare at him. Was he a suspect already?

Sadly he couldnt ask her. Shes his permanent doll. He shoved her backward onto the couch, spread her legs, and took her hard and fast right there in her own living room. Ariel’s body jiggled with every thrust, breasts bouncing, expression never changing. When he finished he left her where she was for a minute, breathing hard, then dragged her back to the car and posed her in the passenger seat again.

On the drive home he talked to her the whole way.

“Once you’re in the collection you stay in the collection. You picked the wrong theater and the wrong time. If you’d gone to the later showing none of this happens. But you didn’t. So now you’re mine, your friends are mine, and your daughter is just… delayed.” He reached over and squeezed one of her breasts through the thin shirt he’d thrown on her for the ride. “You're lucky I'm not ready to deal with the police,” He shrugged. “But I’ll her, and it will be your fault when I do. If your friend's at the police try to get in my way, they'll join you.”

He didn’t know if he could take on yhe police. But Ariel as his doll proved he could defeat an officer. At least an off duity officer.

Back at the warehouse he carried Ariel inside, stripped her again, and posed her against the wall next to Lisa and Anna. He spent a few minutes adjusting their positions, Lisa still scowling, Anna blank, Ariel given a slight downward tilt of the head so she seemed to be looking at the floor. Then he returned to Joie, who was still on all fours with her mouth open, and slid back into her throat while he thought.