You'll put yourself in the path of these dirty cops if it protects the innocent

As he walked off, you were staring at the back of Captain Johnson's head and thinking that now would be a great time to spontaneously develop heat-vision. You'd see that creep pay, one way or the other. But first things first. One of the two dirty cops, 'Diego' according to his badge - a similar buzzcut Neanderthal, though not quite as big or brutish looking as Waters - grins smugly and takes you by the shoulder, giving you an acquisitive over-familiar squeeze as he leads you through the halls of the APD station and towards the bullpen. It feels like you're taking the walk-of-shame pre-emptively: somehow you suspect that every cop and staffer who sees you, Beauty and Jane accompanying Diego and Waters through the station know that you're being brought to feed their most carnal appetites. While you walked, Beast-Beauty kept 'accidentally' bumping into Waters and teasing him, even going so far as to briefly take his hat and put it on her own head sideways, which Waters responded to by gleefully saying that she'd just committed a serious offense and was going to need to be disciplined hard for it. When waiting for an elevator, she made sure to lean forward a little bit and wiggle the backside cradled by a jumpsuit so tight it might as well be painted on, and Waters gave an admiring whistle.

"Hey Beauty," you said, wanting a topic to take your mind off your impending sexual harassment, "Is it okay for you to be getting involved in this kind of thing? I mean, what about Green Streak? With your loony sense of sex relations I figured you would think of yourself as his property or something."

"Hmm?" Beast-Beauty sounded genuinely confused. "What exactly do you mean, Rikki? He's not interested in me lending a helping hand to the local coppers, a guy whose mind works at a million miles a minute like him has much more important things to do! I mean, there's always more low-level bad guys to bust up, y'know?"

"Right, well, I figured you'd be okay with him hitting on every heroine he meets and manipulating them into starring in messed-up amateur porno movies for his entertainment," you say, blushing a little at the memory, "but I... figured there'd be a double standard, I guess? I mean, if things get 'messy' out there, aren't you worried he'll lose interest in you or something?"

"Whoah, hey," Waters says with a chuckle, patting Beauty's shoulder. "Mind if I break in here, cute-buns?"

"No!" "Yes!" You and Beauty each respond a half-second apart, each assuming he was addressing you.

Waters continues anyway. "You're not very connected are you, red?" he says to you. "Beastie and G.S. are.... how did you put it, Beastie?"

"Totes platonic for life, heheee!" Beauty giggles, giving you a condescending smirk. "What, you assume that because he's a red-blooded male and I'm a girl who's in tune with the natural order, that he's making use of me? Pfft! A stud like Streak doesn't *need* me, silly! Now who's being a big bad sexist, Miss Drakeson?"

"Gghh..." you fight the urge to grit your teeth - how is it that this goofy girl keeps managing to make YOUR questions sound stupid? "You're just about the strangest heroine I've ever met." you say to her. "How did you ever get on the Big 7 anyway?" you weren't just twisting her tail - you were genuinely curious.

"Oh, don't you know? They added a way cool popularity contest mechanic to it! I have the most followers on the computer internet! I was brought into the League waaay long ago when I was still a kid, and I was so cute that I amassed a huge following... and then when I started videotaping myself giving speeches about misandry and other social problems, I became a household name! Of course, it's always a struggle to stay, y'know, properly humble and stuff. It should never just be about ME, but about the lessons I can help others learn from the animal kingdom! In fact, that's what I was created to do! It's a long and complex story involving poooowerful forces now thought to be myths, cryptic prophecies, and lots and lots of time travel! You see -"

With a mischievous grin, Waters reaches up and puts his hand under her chin as she talks, and roughly squeezes Beast-Beauty's cheeks between his thumb and fingers, stopping her from being able to speak. His other hand gives a sharp swat to her ass, making her bounce up on her tiptoes in surprise. "Heheh. Remember episode 46, Beauty?"

Barely reacting to this manhandling and harassment, Beast-Beauty's hazel eyes squinted in concentration for a moment. "Um, one of the ones with ducks?" she ventured.

"Nah - it was how you used yourself as an example and talked about how you tend to go on and on about irrelevant details because of your ego, heheh... so you need an assertive man to shut you up when you're wasting people's time. We've been standing outside the briefing room door for a while now."

"That DOES sound like something I would say!" Beauty says cheerfully as the muscleheaded cop shoves her aside, clearly getting more and more excited at the opportunity to treat her roughly. Once she regains her footing, Waters 'chivalrously' opens the door for her, which she effusively thanks him for, beckoning you and Jane to follow her in.

Considering what the captain was like, and if Beast-Beauty was the most common visitor to the police department from the League... between that and Green Streak's tireless meddling in the costumes and training departments, it explained a lot of Acropolis City and the League's... peculiarities. Others, like La Petite Morte, seemed like they just didn't care how wrong their peers were acting and brushed it all off. But the hell of it was that you'd now lost the right to your own superheroic identity, and with it, any kind of voice that mattered.

Crestfallen, you walk into the room where you're confronted by four more leering policemen. Under other circumstances you might not mind being stuck on an awkward assignment with six broad-shouldered hard-boiled men of action - with physiques that wouldn't look out of place on the cover of a fitness magazine, hardly concealed by the casually unbuttoned vests and white undershirts they wore... but in contrast to Police **** (their super team who you'd heard nothing but good things about) you now know that this 'Alpha squad' is a gang of bullies and thugs who use the badge not just for prurient liasons but as an excuse to persecute people for their identity.

And even so, it would be worse if they thought they were getting to you. You put on a **** smile and wave. Jane, your shell-shocked fellow securitywoman, does the same. "So, you guys have been informed about your.. change of assignment?" you ask, trying to gauge if they are surprised or irate.

Instead, they look confident and hungry, staring at the three of you and making no attempt to hide the fact that they are undressing you with their eyes. "Ye-es ma'am," a shaved-headed, goatee-wearing thickneck says, cracking his knuckles in anticipation. "Our vice-enforcement operation is getting kicked back to the drawing board and we're going to be working crowd detail at a public party for queer capes and their admirers. That about right, Lieutenant?" he asks Waters, who gives him a smirk and nods in the affirmative.

"Oh," Diego, the other cop, said while looming over a nervous Jane's shoulder, "I think there might be a slight problem transportation wise though. Captain Johnson said to tell you guys that we don't have authorization to use the SWAT van for this detail, and a routine detail like this doesn't justify more than one cruiser. Gotta save the department gas money however we can, right?"

An officer with a flat-top afro and yet another tough guy mustache (with the nametag Sgt. Holloway) slowly shook his head. "Aaaaaaaahhhhh... Y'all see how that's gonna be a problem, right?"

"What?" you raise an eyebrow and your fake smile degrades to a nervous half-grin. "Um... pardon me officers, but what about the Justicemobi- I mean, the League transport that we came here in?"

Diego leaned over and whispered something to Waters, who chuckled. "Nah, nah, that would be against a bunch of regulations. And it's on the other side of downtown so the unit is definitely going to need to drive. Six officers and three... League of Propriety liasons in one cruisers that's cramped already when seating five. And we've got nine."

"Oh, ooooh!" Beast-Beauty puts her hands coquettishly behind her back and leans forward with a helpful grin and a hint of a purr in her voice. "I'm all about saving gas and protecting the environment, for real! I can give somebody a horsie-back ride! I usually do that at children's parties, but hey, it's fun for all ages. Um... Lieutenant Waters? They don't happen to issue spurs and riding crops for mounted officers, do they? I might need a little help from a firm guiding hand to navigate the traffic, heehee! Oh, no need for a saddle, though - I prefer to give rides bareback!"

Waters got a dreamy look on his face for a minute and a few of the cops exchanged some (rather unimaginative) dirty comments about Beauty's choice of words. You roll your eyes. "There's a subway isn't there?" you point out, trying to suppress a scowl.

"Shit - do we look like Transport Authority mall cops to you, lady?" Jameson asked smugly. "We're Alpha squad - we don't back down and that means we always patrol with a trunk full of the best ass-kicking gear Captain Johnson can requisition for us. Going out unequipped is against our policy."

"So yeah," Diego says, directing your attention to him. The tan, dimple-chinned man stares at you with half-lidded eyes, nodding slowly and showing how pleased with himself he was with a twisted grin. "I'm sorry, Beast-Beauty, but your security escort girls are going to have to ride along in some very cramped back seats. To use the seatbelts they'll have to... share a seat with a couple of our guys."

There it was. Their eyes are on you, looking for any sign that you're going to blink and try and back out of this. Jane already looks like she wants to, shooting you a helpless look.

"...fine." you say, straightening your own black security cap over your red hair. "Then let's go ahead and move out, if the 'superheroine'," you indicated Beastie with a hint of sarcasm, "is ready. That flyer said the event starts in less than 90 minutes."

With a thud, the squad car doors close. A pair of metallic clicks join the rustle of clothing against car seats as the seatbelts secure you and Jane, her in Holloway's lap and you in Jameson's, both cops barely suppressing their murmurs of arousal as a pair of female backsides in tight black miniskirts nestled into place atop their upper thighs. The man underneath you chuckles lowly in your ear as you try, fruitlessly, to minimize the contact between your firm apple-shaped bottom and the bulge growing between his meaty thighs. It was certainly not the smoothest seat you'd ever had. When the driver pulls out of the garage and reports back to Captain Big Dick that Alpha squad is on their way to the event, he wraps his hands around your waist.

"Careful there, Miss Rikki. Can be a bumpy ride around downtown here, sometimes." he says, squeezing your midriff and grinding your bottom down against his crotch. Jane isn't faring much better over on the passenger side of the back seat... and what's worse, the cop sitting in the middle of the backseat (who was the leanest of these six meatheads and the only one who could fit there without too much squeezing) had the opportunity to rest his palm on the bare skin of your knee, gradually sliding it up and pushing your skirt up an inch at a time. Holloway teasingly undid the top button on Jane's black uniform top, drawing a gasp from her, followed swiftly by a yelp when his hand slid past the opened collar and began pinching one of her nipples through her bra.

"Hey, c'mon," Diego said wryly. "Keep it in your pants a little longer, we don't want to freak out the freaks too much when we roll up. Once we're parked and the event starts, we can get down to the more stimulating part of our stakeout, alright guys? Don't want anyone looking at the squad car here too closely in case it starts rocking."

"Yeah, yeah," the machismo-dripping lug under you said, squeezing your chest almost painfully tight from behind and nestling your left breast in the crook of his elbow. "Heh... you and your friend don't have any objection to that do you, chickie? You gonna help keep us out of trouble?" he growled lustily in your ear.

The squad car rolls to a stop in front of a historic street closed to traffic and lined with rainbow-bedecked bars and clubs and sporting a stage where a local punk-rock band is setting up. "Please let some supervillains show up..." you whisper quietly, wincing as you look out the tinted windows, trying to distract yourself from the escalating groping and the hard bulge rubbing along your buttcrack...