:: Oh, no...
Oh, no...  You're not going through that again.  [[You]] bolt for the door only to find it locked when you get there.  You don't seem to remember Mrs. Anderson locking it or even how she would have locked it from the inside.

[[Mr. Hilliard]] and [[Chief Johnson]] advance on you predatorily and you try to scream as loudly as you can, but no sound seems to come out of your mouth.

Soon they've both got their hands on your arms and the smell of male musk and sweat overwhelms your nostrils.  You can see the perspiration beading up on Chief Johnson's bald head and Mr. Hilliard leers at you in a disconcerting manner.

Mr. Hilliard unzips his pants and pulls out his cock.  You are horrified at the size of the thing, especially coming from such a small, weedy man.  It's all a blur and you're not sure how you end up on your knees with it in your mouth.  You guess you must have made a decision to get this rape over with as quickly as you can, but you don't seem to recall making such a decision.

He smells and tastes powerfully of musk and semen and stale female fluids.  God, you can't believe this is the third cock you've had in your mouth today!  You are disgusted when you come out of your reverie to find yourself bobbing your head enthusiastically on Mr. Hilliard's dick.  You immediately slow your pace, horrified with yourself.  God, this body you've got now just seems programmed to take cocks!  You shudder at the sense of violation.

Mr. Hilliard pulls himself out of your mouth and sits down in his chair.  He unbuckles his pants and pulls them down a bit, apparently to make himself more comfortable.  You eye him warily and he waves his dick at you.  "Crawl over here and get it, Parker," he says.

Chief Johnson nudges you with his foot hard, causing you to fall to your hands and knees, and you reluctantly crawl over to Mr. Hilliard.  Soon you're back to sucking his cock (well, more like choking on it really) while Chief Johnson gets behind you and pulls your sweatpants down.  At least you're not still wearing Belinda's panties so you're spared that humiliation, you think.  Not that it matters much because in short order you're not wearing your boxers either, as Chief Johnson strips them off of you and exposes your pussy and ass to his view.

Chief Johnson gives a wolf whistle.  "I saw it on the video, but this sweet ass is even better up close and personal," he says.  "Pussy's starting to get a little stubble though.  A tramp like you should be bald as an egg."  Suddenly he grabs your arms and pulls them back painfully behind your back.  You feel metal against your wrists and hear the click of the handcuffs locking your wrists behind you.

"You seemed to really like that boy's cock up your ass.  How do you think you'll like my nightstick?" Chief Johnson says.  You look back to see him brandishing a side-handle police baton and he thwacks you across the ass with it, making you gasp in pain.  You shake your head vigorously and try to protest, but Mr. Hilliard's dick in your mouth makes that difficult.  "Was that a yes, yes, yes?" Chief Johnson says, thwacking you again.

"Careful," Mr. Hilliard says.  "Don't make her bite down."

"Sorry," Chief Johnson says.  "I usually discipline teenage delinquents like her on my own."  You can feel Chief Johnson spreading your ass cheeks and he spits on your anus.  "Oh yeah," he says.  "Her dirty little hole is opening up nicely for me.  She wants it all right."  You try to shake your head again; you certainly do //not// want it.

It turns out you get it anyway.  Chief Johnson maneuvers his baton so the end starts pushing into your anus.  It actually enters you rather easily.  You seem to be pretty stretched out from Sean's earlier attentions and you're grateful that the baton seems to have a tapered end, almost as if it was designed for use as a dildo as well as a police baton.  Of course, in this place, you wryly observe, you can be pretty sure it was.

You grunt in pain at the intrusion of the baton into your ass and you briefly consider kicking back at Chief Johnson, but decide then you'd just get into more trouble.  With this weak body of yours, Mr. Hilliard would be able to handle you easily all by himself, never mind with the brutish Chief Johnson's help.

You suffer in silence from Chief Johnson's sodomizing baton, never stopping your ministrations to Mr. Hilliard's tool.  You feel Chief Johnson swipe his hand across your vulva and are humiliated to discover that you're sopping wet.  God damn these hormones!  Chief Johnson pulls you by the hair off of Mr. Hilliard's dick and claps his hand over your nose, smearing your face with your own juices.  The smell is pungent and powerful and you can feel your eyes glaze over.  He gives his nightstick a shove and you wail and screw your eyes closed, tears leaking out, as the truncheon seats itself firmly in your rectum all the way up to the side handle.

Chief Johnson releases your head and Mr. Hilliard thrusts his penis back into your mouth, pushing it down into your throat so you choke and gag.  Then you hear Chief Johnson's zipper come down and soon feel his other truncheon at the entrance to your sex.

[[Well, you're fucked now.]]