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Victim of corrupt cops [Newbalogna x HoneyPot]

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The police officer took his time wandering around to her car. His headlights shone brightly on it, and he had his mag light over his shoulder, shining on her head as he approached from behind. He cut a stocky figure with the classic highway patrol hat, but back lighting prevented her from seeing his face, or even details of his uniform.
The road was empty, and no lights could be seen besides the stars overhead.
She was alone with this cop.
She hadn't even been speeding.
"Miss, I'm going to need you to step out, and put your hands on the hood."
 
Jess sighed softly, groaning out loudly as she suddenly saw the Police lights behind her. She wasn't even speeding! Pulling over she put the vehicle in park and rolled the window, waiting on the officer to approach. It was then that a confused look crossed her face, "Excuse me, officer?" She asked, turning her head. "Why was I pulled over?" She asked, unbuckling her seat belt. She sighed and stepped out of the vehicle, shutting the door behind her. "Could you at least tell me why you pulled me over? I wasn't speeding, my tags aren't expired..." She tried to think of what it could be.

Though she knew of a few people who had dealt with some asshole cops and she wondered if she was going to be dealing with one tonight. She turned and pressed her hands on top of the car. She closed her eyes, it was so dark out. The light strobing from his car blinded her and she turned her head. She was heading back home from a night out with the girls, she was adorned in a denim skirt that clung to her curvy hips. With a white tank top, a pair of black boots that stopped just below her knees. She hadn't been drinking either so she knew it wasn't drunk driving. She was hoping he'd let her go soon.
 
The cop approached from behind, grasping her wrist, and he slapped a cuff on it, the metal cranking felt in her bones.
He began to pull her wrist behind her back.
"Young lady," he said, calmly, and she could feel the chewing tobacco warm breath on the back of her neck. "You have the right to shut the fuck up."
He grasped her other wrist, and began to pull it back, and she could hear the other cuff jangling behind her.
 
Jess waited to hear why he pulled her over though her eyes grew quite wide just as she felt the cool metal of his handcuff slap around her wrist. "What!?" She gasped out, moving to try to pull her hand away from him. She yelled out as he shut it around her wrist tightly, the metal going as far as it could go. "Ow! That hurts!" She snapped back to him though she breathed in sharply as he told her to shut the fuck up.

She bit her bottom lip to stop it from trembling. She felt his hand pulling her other arm back behind her, listening to the handcuff dangling before closing down on her wrist. Her body was pressed up against the side of her car. "Why are you arresting me!" She yelled, clearing not listening to him. She squirmed a bit against him, "you have to tell me why! It's the law."
 
He pushed her against the hood.
"I'll tell you why you're arrested."
He walked over to her car door, opened it, and pulled out a baggy filled with white powder.
"We had a BOLO on your car. We knew you were transporting this super heroin through our county. But the party ends here, miss."
He was still backlit, and she could see nothing besides his silohette.
But the way he suddenly hovered over her conveyed ample threat.
 
She yelped as she was pushed against the hood, the door to her car opened and her eyes grew wide just as he pulled a bag of what seemed to be drugs out. "W-what??" She gasped, stammering out. "Those aren't mine!!" She shook her head, she struggled trying to move and push herself up with her legs. Though she stopped, her heart pounding in her chest as he suddenly hovered over her.

"Those are not mine." She growled towards him, "You planted those on me!* She snapped up to him. She couldn't believe what was going on right now.
 
He laughed heartily. "Because no one has ever told a judge that."
He waved the bag in her face.
"Do you know my buddy nearly died accidentally touching super heroin powder while arresting a scum bag like you?"
He spat on the ground at her feet.
He put on rubber gloves from his back pocket.
"Unfortunately, because of how intoxicating this stuff can be to people not used to it, we have to decontaminate you before you can be processed."
He pulled out a leatherman tool from his belt holster, and flipped open the knife.
She could smell his tobacco breath again as he leaned in close to her, and slipped the knife between her clothes and skin, and began to cut them away.
 
"it's not mine!" She screamed out to him, this time she couldn't hold back as she began to sob. How was this happening? She shook her head, "Please believe me! It's not mine.." she said though her cries. She could smell the tobacco on his breath, it caused her to gag slightly. She'd never be able to forget that smell, even if she wanted to. Though just then she felt the cool metal of the knife and she gasped as he began to cut away her clothing.

"What are you doing?!" She squirmed beneath him "You can't just strip me naked out here!" She growled again, she could feel the cool air nipping at her skin as her shirt fell loosely from her body, along with her bra. Exposing her rather large D breasts, tears streamed down her cheeks humiliated at he tore at her clothing.
 
"Sorry, sweetheart, but you should have thought about that before you agreed to transport drugs that could kill people by touch alone. Those drugs could be on your clothes."
He picked up all of her clothes from the ground, putting them into evidence bags.
He then left her at the side of his car, facing the road, as he went into his car with the "evidence".
He closed the door, and began to perform tediously long procedures over the radio and dash computer.
Down the road, she saw headlights emerge.
 
"I didn't though!" She kept fighting back, she knew that he planted them there. She had never done any drugs a day in her life. What a scumbag. She watched as he went back to his car, doing something on his computer. She glanced around, if he was going to plant the drugs on her, she might as well try to resist the arrest. She moved herself from the hood of the car. With all the courage she could muster she sprinted as fast as she could down the road barefoot.

Which was not very fast, she gasped as she could see another pair of headlights emerge. "Help me!" She yelled out, trying to get their attention.
 
He turned on his overhead lights, and began to slowly follow her in his car.
Meanwhile, the other car slowed down.
As she got over the glare from their lights, she heard hooting male voices.
"Put some clothes on, next time, ya dumb bitch!" One of them said.
She saw the other car, packed with four guys, slowly going by, all four of them taking pictures of her naked body with their phones.
She heard them cakle with laughter as they drove off.
She then heard the door to the police car open, and boots pounded the pavement behind her.
 
"You don't understand! I need your help!" She cried out as they accosted her with their words and taking pictures of her naked body. She watched as they drove off and she sighed, though the sound of a car door shutting and the boots hitting the ground.

She knew she was fucked.

"Please don't!" She cried softly as she turned, whimpering with each step, crying out as she stepped into a sharp rock. She stumbled forward and fell to her knees roughly.
 
She was grabbed roughly by her shoulders, and pulled to her feet, fingers pressing into her flesh painfully as they held on, making certain she had her weight.
Once she was stable, they let go, giving her momentary relief from the pain of their grip.
"Now March, Missy!" He said, smacking her ass like a mule, pushing her in the direction of his car.
"You could have been run over! What a stupid cow you are!"
 
Jess hissed out in pain at his hands roughly grabbing into her. "Ow!" She stood up, limping slightly from the pain in her foot now. Though she yelped after he smacked her ass, "Don't touch me!" She snapped towards him, "Don't you ever touch my ass again. That was completely inappropriate." She growled and approached the car. "This night is a completely fucking nightmare. Getting ran over would make it end." She huffed out.
 
He grabbed her by the hair and marched her to the car. "You and your drugs are what's inappropriate. And we will make certain you never do anything like this again."
He stopped, and pulled her face into his.
She couldn't breathe with the hot tobacco breath in her face. "By any means necessary."
He then continued forcing her forward by her hair, tossing her into the back seat of his cruiser, before closing the door on her.
After he got settled in the front seat, he pulled the car back onto the road, leaving her car, her purse, her phone behind.
 
She once again cried out at the feeling of his fingers tangling into her hair and pulling roughly. She whimpered, though her face scrunched up at the smell once again if the tobacco. It made her cough, sick to her stomach. Though she grunted as he shoved her into the back seat. Her face hitting the seat, landing in her side as the door was quickly slammed behind her. She wasn't even buckled in, she watched as they pulled away from her car and her belongings. She couldn't even call for help, she knew he was taking her in. But she had no idea of what was to come later.
 
She could see the lights outside getting brighter, before he pulled in to a stop.
Unfortunately, it wasn't daytime, she realized, as she was dragged out, again with rough hands on her shoulders, and a few shoves on her bare ass to get her upright.
She was in the parking lot next to the police station, a line of police cruisers in their slots.
He began pulling her by her hair to the station, but stopped short of the door.
"Procedure for the super heroin is decontamination prior to entering the station," he told her, as he walked to a coiled up hose by the wall.
Suddenly, a blast of cold water hit her face.
"Stand still, we have to get every inch of ya!"
 
The Police car came to a stop and once again she was pulled out getting the vehicle. She winced at his grip on her hair, being forced towards the Police station. Though they stopped before door, glancing over she could see the coiled hose and before she could even get a word out, the cold water sprayed roughly into her face. She gasped, coughing as some of the water got up her nose and into her mouth. She turned as she tried to catch her breath just before she let a scream out, feeling the cold water blasting her body.

"Stop!* She shrieked out, the water hitting her nipples as they grew hard from the cold water and the rough pressure. She stood shivering now, the water dripping down her body as she was drenched head to toe.
 
He walked around her, spraying her everywhere, making certain there wasn't a spot that wasn't freezing and wet.
Every time she tried to speak, a blast to the face cut her short.
"Now, bend over, we need to make sure every inch of ya is clean."
 
As she yelled for him to stop another blast of water hit her face and she gagged out. Coughing on the water again, her teeth began chattering as the cool air nipped at her wet, cold body. Once again, Jess found herself tearing up, softly sobbing as the officer circled her. He was like a vulture.

She had no other choice as she leaned and bent forward, the light from the Police station shining on her cold, wet glistening body. The light exposed her naked body even more, shivering and quivering before him.
 
Suddenly, he put the nozzle into her pussy, and clamped his fingers onto her clit to keep it in place.
He opened the valve, and water flushed through her, and nozzle vibrated inside her, as he smashed clit was twisted this way and that.
"Nice and clean and ready for punishment!"
 
She couldn't hold back the cry just as he shoved it into her pussy. "Don't do it!" She begged him though she whimpered as he held it in place and pinched her clit. It nearly caused her to fall to her knees, though the valve opened and the water rushed into her. Her cries filled the air. "Please! No more!* She sobbed, the force of the water penetrating her caused her to topple over onto her knees, the water spraying back out of her pussy by it's own force. Her legs shook as he twisted her clit, her body arcing and jerking.
 
All she could hear was his laughter and she cried out at his feet.
When she was hoarse from screaming, eyes clouded from tears, he finally turned off the hose, and pulled it out of her.
He then pulled her up by her hair again, and marched her shivering, sobbing body to the station.
 
She was a wet blob in the ground, she softly sobbed at his feet. She was wrong, it was getting worse and now she was terrified if what was going to happen inside of the Police station. She had screamed so hard and so long, her voice was practically gone. She was once again lifted up and pushed towards the station. The water continued to drip out of her pussy with each step just as they reached the front doors and she was pushed inside.
 
"Is this the one?" A male voice asked as she was marched into the station.
"Yep," came the terse puff of tobbaco breath by her face.
She was left handcuffed and naked, dripping water, as the electronic scanner scanned each of her finger prints, and was put in front of the measuring wall for mugshots.
She realized her permanent record would included fully nude mugshots.
She was then marched into an interrogation room, where she was plopped on to a chair in front of a desk, and left alone in the room.
 
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