Defiled Young Police Officer

[Cryptkeeper]

Defiled Young Police Officer

By: The Cryptkeeper

WARNING: Please do not read this work if subjects containing
rape and violence offend you.

Officer Michelle Baker had only recently graduated from the
police Academy and finished field training, and already moved to
undercover duty in the narcotics unit. Sergeant Laura Fields
resented the young Officer Baker's beauty and instant success.
Michelle had what Laura desired - a thin, petite figure, fair,
smooth skin, blue eyes, shiny brown hair, and most of all Jack's
attention!

Besides her physical attributes, Michelle possessed a bubbly
personality that illuminated the gloomiest room with a contagious
smile and perfect teeth. Even Captain Anderson noticed Michelle
and talked about her moving up in the ranks quickly when it had
taken Laura 12 years of hard work to earn her position. The
ambitious 23-year-old Michelle threatened to soon outrank the
32-year-old Laura, who approached middle age feeling insecure and
bitter. Michelle had everything going for her, Laura thought.

Sergeant Laura Fields secretly nurtured a strong jealousy
toward the lovely, young police officer, which she successfully
concealed beneath her business-like, professional facade. When
Jack - Laura's ex-fiancé - had noticed Michelle it stoked Laura's
animosity more. Laura had dated Jack for three years and their
relationship seemed headed toward matrimony until Michelle
innocently caught Jack's eye at a recent squad party. The
relationship between Laura and Jack started deteriorating after
that evening, and Laura mistakenly believed Michelle caused their
troubles.

Laura accidentally met the City's biggest drug dealer, Reggie
Johnson, one evening when off duty slamming down screwdrivers at
a local bar. Reggie had long been suspected of dealing drugs and
possibly trafficking young females. Unfortunately, the police
never gathered enough evidence to charge Reggie for any of his
undertakings. Reggie operated skillfully, making sure to always
cover his tracks.

"You're not such a bad guy," Laura slurred after finishing
another drink with Reggie.

"You ain't so bad yourself" Reggie replied.

"Another round for me and my big, black friend here," Laura
barked to the bartender. She turned to Reggie and continued,
"You just need to be on the lookout for her. You can do me a big
favor by taking care of that female rookie for me. The little
bitch needs a lesson."

"What's this rookie of yours look like?" Reggie questioned.
Laura had sparked his interest.

"She's just your type - I heard you have a preference for
young, white girls - about twenty-three or twenty-four years old,
petite, five foot six inches tall, 120 pounds, light complexion,
with brown hair, blue eyes, and perfect curves in all the right
places - a real doll. Here, I think I might have a photo of
her," Laura said as she pulled out her iPhone and thumbed through
the pictures she had taken at the squadron Christmas Party last
year.

"Wow, is she married?" Reggie asked when Laura showed him the
picture with Michelle in it.

"Yea, the little bitch has been married for about two years
from what I understand. But her husband is enlisted in the Army
and is deployed in Afghanistan until next year.

"What's in this for me?" Reggie asked.

"What do you mean, `what's in this for you?'? I'm keeping you
out of jail; isn't that enough? Let's just say that if you
scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. You keep Officer Baker
distracted and throw me some small fish now and then, and I'll
help you stay out of trouble. Besides, maybe you will be lucky -
although I highly doubt it with that stuck-up, little bitch - and
get in her pants," Laura responded with a chuckle.

Laura had planted her seeds of hate and planned to harvest
them soon.

Michelle missed her husband, Jeff, and worried about him
terribly. The narcotics unit would keep her busy and help keep
her mind off Jeff's long deployment to Afghanistan, she thought.
But behind her self-confident exterior, Michelle felt a little
insecure about her new assignment to undercover work. Her entire
future - as well as the safety of her informant, Lateasha Green -
depended on how she performed. She could not mess this up.

Lateasha brought Michelle to a nasty bar in the worst part of
town to meet Reggie Johnson, who they suspected of racketeering
and having ties with organized crime.

"Hi Reggie, baby,” Lateasha said as she hugged and kissed the
huge black guy who came over to their table.

Before her work as a cop, Michelle had very little contact
with black people. She felt particularly uncomfortable around
black men. Reggie looked like he spent all his time at the gym
and made her even more nervous. He must have been at least six
foot four and 250 pounds of solid muscle, she thought.

"Reggie, this is my good friend Michelle," Lateasha said.
“Michelle was hoping you might be able to hook her up with some
good stuff.”

Reggie greeted Michelle with a great big smile, revealing a
number of gold teeth in his mouth. "Hi Michelle, nice to make
your acquaintance." Reggie scooted in to their booth right up
against Michelle. "It looks like you are the minority here,"
Reggie said to her.

Michelle, already uncomfortable with Reggie up against her,
glanced around noting everyone else in this place was black as
well.

"I'd notice a pretty thing like you before. Where you from?"
Reggie inquired pretending not to know Michelle's identity.

"I just moved here from Baltimore," Michelle answered.

"Never been there," Reggie said. "So what kind of `stuff' are
you looking for?"

"My drug of preference is coke, but depending on what you've
got, I'm always open to new things," Michelle responded coyly.

"You realize I don't personally deal in illegal drugs," Reggie
claimed with a wink. "Of course, I may be able to set you up
with people who do. But I need to know you better first," Reggie
continued. "How's about you and me have dinner tonight?"

"I'd love to under different circumstances," Michelle replied
holding up her left hand and flashing her wedding band. "But
unfortunately, I'm married."

Reggie started sliding out from their booth. "That's too bad,
honey. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I can't help you then," he said
beginning to leave.

Michelle couldn't let this opportunity pass. If she gained
Reggie's confidence, he might reveal his suppliers to her and she
could make a huge bust.

"I guess I could have dinner with you since my husband is our
of town for the week," Michelle blurted.

"Great," Reggie replied with a big smile that flashed his gold
teeth. We'll have dinner at Bella Donna's. I'll have my guy pick
you up at 6:00 pm then.

Under normal circumstances, Michelle would never date a black
man even if she wasn't married. But she dolled herself up for
Reggie by wearing a light blue halter dress extending several
inches above her knees that complimented her already perfect
figure and revealed her slender legs up to her lower thigh. She
wanted to entice Reggie into trusting her through her looks.

She wasn't exactly following proper protocol by meeting Reggie
like this. But Michelle, blinded by her ambition, felt safe
meeting him out in public at an upscale restaurant. A limousine
arrived promptly at 6:00 pm to pick her up.

After traveling in the limousine for over 30 minutes, Michelle
didn't recognize their location. She knocked on the separation
window. When it lowered she questioned the driver, "We're
supposed to be going to Bella Donna's. This doesn't look like
the way," she said.

The dark driver, who appeared to be Haitian, replied: "Desole
que je ne parle pas anglais."

Where was he taking her? Michelle thought maybe she made a
mistake. Not wanting Reggie to accidentally learn her identity,
she left her gun and badge at home. She still had her cell phone
and considered calling for help; but that would ruin the whole
operation, blow her cover, and expose Lateasha as an informant.
As a result Lateasha would likely be killed and Michelle's career
as a cop would be over. Michelle nervously sat back in the seat
and waited to see where this ride would take her.

The limousine arrived at a popular club located in a bad part of
town.

Michelle was brought to a nicely furnished apartment located
above the dancing and revelry. The quarters must have been very
well insulated because aside from the thumping of bass, the music
was muted. Although everything appeared normal, something in the
atmosphere of this place Michelle couldn’t quite identify, but
felt at her core, breathed evil, darkness, and despair.

Michelle had to find a way not to blow her cover. She needed to
put this low-life drug dealer away for all the lives he ruined.
“No thanks. I never mix business with pleasure,” Michelle
responded to Reggie’s offer to try some coke.

“Something isn’t right about you. It’s customary to try some
product before purchasing,” Reggie said pretending to be
suspicious. His eyes wandered over Michelle’s tight little body
as she faced him. She tried concealing her nervousness, but
Reggie could smell her fear like a predatory animal.

A knock on the door distracted him and provided Michelle with a
welcome interruption. “Come in,” Reggie yelled.

A bald, burly black man as large as Reggie entered. Michelle
thought he might be one of the bouncers from the night club
below.

Reggie raised his eyebrows inquisitively and the man nodded
affirmatively back to his boss.

Michelle suddenly found herself between these two huge black men.
“Sit down,” Reggie barked to her in a commanding tone. Michelle
hesitantly sat on the big leather sofa behind her. Before
Michelle realized what was happening, Reggie was on top of her
lap holding her wrists down.

“What are you doing? Let go of me!” Michelle yelled. She could
hardly move beneath Reggie’s weight.

Michelle thought she felt something constrict around her left
bicep, but was too busy struggling with Reggie to notice the
rubber tube the other black man tied around her arm.

After a few moments, Michelle realized the discomfort around her
arm was caused by a tourniquet. She saw that the other black man
held a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

“I don’t shoot up, man,” Michelle frantically yelled. She had to
stop them from putting that garbage inside her. “I just came to
buy some coke. Get that shit away from me.”

Reggie became excited watching Michelle’s eyes grow large with
fear, anticipating this attractive, white, female cop soon
becoming one of his drug addicted playthings. “I thought you said
you were open to trying new things earlier?” Reggie rhetorically
questioned. “You seem a little tense. LeRoy here is going to give
you something to help you relax.”

Michelle ineffectually squirmed beneath Reggie as the needle
approached her distended veins. “No, let me go. I’ve got money.
I don’t want to shoot up. I just want to buy some coke.”

“Hold still or LeRoy’s going to keep poking you with that needle.
I will sell you some coke after you get high for me and prove
you ain’t no undercover pig,” Reggie said.

Michelle watched the needle finally hit one her veins.

“No, please don’t do this to me,” she pleaded as she watched the
contents of the syringe empty into her virgin veins. Her eyes
nervously travelled from the needle to Reggie’s face. She felt
Leroy remove the tourniquet.

Reggie grew hard watching this proud and self-confident
undercover police officer succumb to the debasing effects of his
drugs. She was probably fighting to maintain her senses, he
thought studying the change in Michelle’s eyes as the potent and
very addictive chemical travelled through her vascular system to
pleasure centers in her brain. Her mental clarity likely
disappeared as a drug induced fog set in as suggested by her
dilated pupils.


“Noooooh, what did you give me?” Michelle asked in a distant
voice as she arched her back off the couch and feebly
attempted to pull her wrists from Reggie’s grip before collapsing
beneath him again.

Reggie released Michelle’s wrists and moved his hand up her
skirt. He rubbed her pussy through her silk panties.

“Oh……no……stop it,” Michelle whispered. She tried closing her
legs to avoid the stimulation.

“Give me a few hours alone with her,” Reggie said to the other
big black man. “I’m going to break this one in personally. And
dog, send Lisa up to give me a hand with her,” Reggie added
before Leroy left.

A few minutes later a cute slender brunette about 25-years-old
with big blue eyes, entered wearing small, shiny, black leather
shorts that fit her round butt like her own skin. A pair of
shiny black leather boots that matched her shorts reached more
than half way up to her knees at the end of her long, smooth,
legs. A sexy, pink midriff displayed her flat abdomen. Lisa
wondered what type of perversion Reggie wanted her to perform
with him on the way up. She was a college graduate, former
social worker, and devoted wife herself before Reggie repeatedly
raped her and got her hooked on drugs. Now Lisa willingly fucked
Reggie and his friends in exchange for more narcotics.

“I want you to meet your new girlfriend, Michelle,” Reggie said
to Lisa with his nauseating smile. You two are going to become
intimate and know each other really well. Now get your little
tight, white ass over here, and help me get this bitch’s clothes
off,” Reggie snapped.

Reggie pulled Michelle up into a sitting position momentarily for
Lisa to remove the light blue halter dress she wore.

“What are you doing? Leave me alone,” Michelle complained while
struggling with Reggie as Lisa quickly tugged the dress up over
her head and then swiftly unfastened her bra. Reggie laid
Michelle back down on the couch, wearing only her unclasped blue
silk bra loosely resting on top of her firm, round breasts and
her matching lace trim French cut panties.

Lisa looked at the beautiful, young girl lying in only her
underwear. She appeared familiar. “Where have I seen her
before?” Lisa thought to herself.

“You’re high as a kite bitch, and still gaining altitude,” Reggie
said to the poor girl.

Reggie turned to Lisa, “Get her underwear off, bitch. I want you
to make her cum till she crawls out of her skin.”

Reggie watched Lisa remove Michelle’s bra revealing beautifully
shaped breasts topped with pale pink areolas that were perfect
circles a little larger than quarters. Her nipples were not hard
yet.

“What did you give her?” Lisa asked Reggie.

“We shot her up with a hit of Climex,” Reggie snickered.

Lisa raised her eyebrows at Reggie’s response. It would be easy
to make this girl cum if she was on Climex. The extremely
addictive drug stimulated pleasure centers in the brain, making
users euphoric and intensifying their sense of touch. It had the
added bonus of multiplying sexual responses in females. But one
hit was enough for seasoned users. This girl didn’t have any
track marks on her and didn’t have the haggard appearance of a
long-time drug addict.

Lisa put her thumbs under the waistband of Michelle’s panties and
hesitated for a moment staring up at Michelle’s face. She
suddenly remembered working with Michelle on a child abuse call
once. This was Officer Baker!

“Hurry up and get her panties off! I want to see you eating her
pussy and making her cum like you love the bitch,” Reggie
commanded.

Lisa gently began pulling on Michelle’s panties but Michelle’s
fingers instinctively attempted to hold on to the fabric. Lisa
noticed Michelle’s wedding band and wished she didn’t have to do
this to her. Officer Baker was such a nice, self-confident,
police officer.

“No, please don’t do this to me,” Michelle whimpered.

Lisa remembered how embarrassed and disgusted she had felt the
first few times Reggie’s bisexual girlfriend performed oral sex
on her and forced her to cum. But she gradually annealed to
having sex with women – just as she had done with having Reggie’s
enormous, black cock in her pussy – eventually enjoying it as
much as with men, and sometimes more because women instinctively
know how to touch each other.

“It’s going to be okay, baby,” Lisa reassured as she carefully
pried Michelle’s fingers from the delicate silk and resumed
sliding Michelle’s panties down her legs, revealing a cleanly
shaven bikini area and a neatly trimmed landing strip. “I’m not
going to hurt you, but I have to make you cum for Reggie,” Lisa
continued.

With the dose of narcotics Reggie gave Michelle, Lisa didn’t know
how Michelle could possibly understand what she was telling her
or what was about to happen. But Michelle attempted to push Lisa
away while holding her legs tightly together.

Growing impatient with Michelle’s stubbornness, Reggie sat beside
her on the sofa, reached underneath her armpits, and pulled her
up and backwards over his lap, holding Michelle in place and
preventing her arms from moving.

“I’ll get this white bitch to cooperate,” Reggie said. Go get
that hypodermic needle of Climex on my desk and shoot her up with
some more of it,” Reggie instructed Lisa.

“No more,” Michelle mumbled.

Lisa felt terrible acting as Reggie’s accomplice and doing this
to an innocent and promising young woman like she had once been.
But already beginning to crave another fix herself, Lisa realized
an excruciating withdrawal and a worse punishment from Reggie
waited if she disobeyed. The syringe contained two doses of the
substance and Lisa hoped Reggie wouldn’t make her give it all to
Michelle and possibly overdose her.

Already heavily drugged, by the time Michelle noticed the
tightness around her arm, Lisa had emptied most of the contents
from the syringe into her vein.

“Nooooo,” Michelle whimpered squirming in Reggie’s embrace.

“That’s good. Now give yourself some,” Reggie told Lisa.

Lisa removed the rubber tube from Michelle’s arm, allowing the
additional injection of Climex to reach her brain.

“Oh,” Michelle gasped in awe as her head fell back against
Reggie’s shoulder and her eyes glazed over in a euphoric stupor.
Reggie felt Michelle relax in his arms while Lisa wrapped the
rubber tube she removed from Michelle around her own arm and
stuck the needle she just used on Michelle into her own distended
vein.

Reggie moved his left hand up to Michelle’s right breast and
lightly caressed her nipple. Michelle’s silent response
consisted of her areola puckering and her nipple hardening
between Reggie’s fingers – a telltale sign the drug was working.

After administering the drug to herself, Lisa felt better and
returned to Michelle lying supinely in Reggie’s lap with his arms
wrapped around her and a blank look on her face as he gingerly
rolled her hard pink nipples between his black, sausage-like
fingers. Lisa placed her hands on Michelle’s knees and tried
coxing her smooth legs open.

“Talk sweet and dirty to her, bitch. You better convince me you
like making love to her!” Reggie warned.

“Come on, Michelle, relax and open up for me. I’m not going to
hurt you. I just want to see you.” Lisa softly tried explaining
to her. Because of the drugs, Michelle barely understood what
Lisa was saying, but the soothing tone of her voice brought
comfort to Michelle in her distant place.

It took a little effort, but Lisa slowly spread Michelle’s legs
apart. “That’s a good girl. Look at what a beautiful pussy you
have,” Lisa said as she moved her body between Michelle’s open
legs so she could not close them again, and then gently stretched
Michelle’s labia apart with her thumbs exposing the pink flesh
inside. Lisa’s tongue delved into Michelle’s slit and then ran
over her clitoris.


“Nooooooh, stop that,” Michelle complained while weakly squirming
in Reggie’s arms trying to move her pelvis away from the unwanted
attention Lisa was giving to her. Michelle briefly thought about
her husband, Jeff, saddened that she allowed herself into this
predicament that destroyed her fidelity to him. Michelle
momentarily felt guilty before the chemicals in her brain led her
thoughts elsewhere.

Lisa inserted her index finger into Michelle’s slick pussy and
began probing around for her other sensitive area which she knew
from her own anatomy to be somewhere along the anterior wall of
her vagina, while her thumb gently messaged Michelle’s clit.
“You’re getting all wet for me,” Lisa said. “Do you like that,
Michelle?”

“Oooooooooooooooo, naaaaaaaaaaah, oh, please, no,” Michelle
answered.

Lisa started experiencing a perverse excitement – perhaps caused
by the Climex she just injected – exercising power and control
over this beautiful, young woman’s body, forcing her to
physically respond against her will. Hell wasn’t a bad place if
you were Satan. A slight shadow of Reggie’s darkness had entered
Lisa and consumed her. She tasted a sliver of his wickedness and
wanted more.

Michelle probably never had sex with another woman before, Lisa
correctly thought. The arrogant, young police officer and wife
likely believed it was immoral for two women to make love with
each other and didn’t approve of interracial sex either. Lisa
remembered how she felt that way too once. When they finished
with Michelle though, she would welcome a female’s attention to
her pussy as well as Reggie’s huge black cock.

Lisa observed Michelle’s pelvis move once in a coital motion as
her index finger closed in on Michelle’s other love switch.
“You’re saying no, but your pussy is telling me yes,” Lisa said
as she continued her search. Michelle was trying not to respond
to Lisa. Even through her drug induced haze, Michelle remembered
she was married and knew this was wrong. She did not want to
orgasm for Lisa. But Michelle accidentally allowed another quick
coital motion – and then another.

“Oh, yea, that’s it, riiiiiight…… there, huh?” Lisa said feeling
the small spongy knot on Michelle’s vaginal wall. She
successfully located Michelle’s g-spot and began rubbing it in
earnest with her index finger while her thumb paid equal
attention to Michelle’s clitty. “Ooooh, yes, I found your secret
spot, didn’t I? You couldn’t hide it from me could you? I’m not a
dumb male who doesn’t know or care how your pussy works. Now
your cunt belongs to me. You see how it’s telling me how good
it’s feeling?” Lisa taunted. “Now be a good girl and cum for
me.”

“Noooooo, ooooh, oooooh, please, I can’t,” Michelle murmured.

Lisa watched the involuntary coital motions of Michelle’s pelvis
slowly grow more frequent and pronounced as Michelle gave in.
“Stop lying to me. Your cunt is telling me the truth. You’re
going to cum even if you don’t want to.” The narcotics caused
Michelle to become so focused on her pussy that she didn’t notice
Reggie toying with her nipples and keeping them hard, nor did she
connect the hard object that seemed to be growing larger and
pushing against her back with Reggie’s erect penis.

“Ooooooh, ooooooooooh, oooooooooooooh, God, noooooooooh, please
don’t let me, ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!” Michelle
cried.

Reggie felt Michelle grow tense in his arms. Her pussy began
throbbing around Lisa’s index finger and her dilated, blue eyes
became even dreamier than before.

“Oh, I can feel you’re cuming for me now, aren’t you?” Lisa said.
“You see, I told you that you were going to cum, didn’t I? It’s
not so bad now is it? Let’s see how long we can keep your climax
going?”

Michelle’s universe narrowed to only her pussy as Lisa continued
stroking her susceptible areas providing access to the core of
her femininity.

Lisa admired Michelle’s beauty. Not only did Michelle have
perfect curves, she also had a firm, flat tummy and a cute little
belly button like Lisa’s.

Reggie attempted to insert his tongue in Michelle’s mouth during
her climax.

“No,” Michelle said, trying to turn her face away. Reggie’s hand
left her tit, cruelly grabbed her chin and turned her mouth back
to meet his lips again.

Reggie squeezed Michelle’s cheeks in his hand. “Open bitch,” he
said. Michelle parted her clenched teeth and Reggie’s long tongue
slipped into her mouth as his lips covered hers. His hand then
returned to Michelle’s tit to resume playing with her erect
nipple.

“You’re doing very well, still cuming for me. You’re so pretty
and you have such a beautiful, little pussy. I love making you
orgasm like this,” Lisa said.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmppppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, no mmmpphhh, sto,
mmmpppppph, Michelle attempted to answer with Reggie’s tongue in
her mouth but couldn’t.

Michelle’s orgasm finally subsided, but Reggie still held her
firmly in his big muscular arms, restricting her movement. With
Lisa between her legs, Michelle could not close them.

“I see you finally stopped cuming,” Lisa said. “But not for
long. I’m sure I can get another round started for you.”

“No, that’s enough. Stop now. You’ve done enough to me already,”
Michelle answered.

“Michelle’s pelvis moved slightly once again.

“Oh, did you see that?” Lisa asked.

“No,” Michelle answered. She tried to stop her body’s reflexes,
but her hips involuntarily moved again like a hay fever
sufferer’s sneezing fit, the allergen, Lisa’s fingers, still
rubbed Michelle’s magic spots, which like Aladin’s lamp, made
Lisa an all powerful genie in control.

“Oh, there you go again. You see how your hips just moved? That
means your body wants to cum again soon. I know you’re trying
not to. But it’s going to happen anyway. So why don’t you stop
resisting?”

“Please, let me go. I’m married and I don’t want this. I just
wanted to buy some coke” Michelle pleaded.

“I know sweetheart. But look at how much your pussy likes what
my fingers are doing to it? Come on, look,” Lisa encouraged.

Michelle dumbly looked down her flat tummy and watched her own
pussy autonomously move in response to Lisa’s fingers. Lisa’s
thumb manipulated her engorged clitoris in a tight circular
pattern. Michelle’s vagina glistened from its silky secretions
and the entire area looked very wet.

Michelle tossed her head back, her shiny, brown hair followed
landing on her shoulders, her eyes paused shut for a moment like
she was trying to remember something. “Oh no, not again – please
stop doing this to me,” Michelle whispered. “Oh, ooh,
ooooooooooh, oooooooooooh, noooooooo.”

“Oh yes, yes, yes, that’s it girl, cum for me again. Uh huh,
yea, just like that,” Lisa replied to Michelle’s reluctant moans
of pleasure.

Her second wave of multiple orgasms again made Michelle hyper
focus on her pussy and she barely noticed Reggie releasing her
from his grasp and lying her all the way back on the sofa.

“That’s it, you just lie back and let Lisa do the work for a
while,” Reggie soothingly cooed to Michelle as he leaned over her
for a moment and stared into her blue eyes. Even though Michelle
looked up at Reggie her eyes appeared vacant like her mind was
elsewhere.