Busted
By Gato Medio
(c) September 2004 - all rights reserved

They say there's a first time for everything. Damn right,
they are!

Here I am, locked up in a police cell for the first time
in my life.

Busted. Possession of drugs. Drunk and disorderly.
Failure to provide proof of identity or age.

"I'm afraid you'll have to accompany me to the police
station," that bitch said in her self-important tone of
voice. That really rubbed me up the wrong way.

Resisting arrest. Insulting a police officer.

They wanted the name of a responsible parent or guardian
they could contact. I had to give them my home address.
Now they'll probably get dad out of bed in the middle of
the night. I hope he'll tell them to get lost. On second
thoughts, maybe not. If he does, then I'm stuck in this
hole. I hope he calls one of his lawyer friends and gets
me out of here on the double.

I hope he'll sue them for abuse of power or something
like that. But that's not very likely. He's got this
thing about abiding by the law, respecting the
authorities and all that crap. Fucking bootlicker! Well,
I hope he'll do something to get me out of here. I really
do.

What if he decides to do what he's threatened so many
times before: deny that I'm his daughter, refuse to help
me, let me sort out the mess I've got myself into, on my
own? I could be rotting here for the rest of my life!

                         -----

What a dump this place is. How do they expect me to sleep
on this bed, hard as a rock? And the smell! Can't they
put that toilet into a separate room? Makes you wonder
what they do with all the tax money they get every year!

It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have such a splitting
headache. Maybe I did have a bit too much to drink. After
all, a girl's got to have a bit of fun sometimes.

I really did have a ball until the cops arrived. I was
looking forward to a night of wild sex with this bloke I
met. Mike was his name, I believe. He had a good-sized
knob. I could feel it through his jeans when he rubbed up
against me. You couldn't see him for dust, though, when
he realized what was happening. Typical! 'Every man for
himself.' What about looking after your woman? Knight in
shining armour? Ha, bloody ha!

Maybe I shouldn't have mixed E with alcohol. They say it
sends you on a horror trip. Perhaps they're right. But it
can't get any worse than the mess I'm already in.

Ouch, my head! Everything's going around in circles. It's
probably best if I stop thinking and try to get a rest.
Tomorrow, things will sort themselves out.

                        -----

"Get up, slut, this isn't a hotel!"

There's this giant of a police officer standing at the
foot of my bed. Bald as a billiard ball. I wonder if his
mates call him Kojak. Probably not. He doesn't seem to
have much of a sense of humour.

Next to him is the bitch who arrested me. The one who
said I was insulting a police officer, just because I
called her a bloody cocksucker. I shouldn't have. That
was just blatant flattery. I don't think any self-
respecting guy would let her anywhere near his cock.

She looks more like a dyke, really. Probably fucks her
girlfriend with a strap-on every night. Not tonight,
though. Tonight she's working. Maybe she fucks the
prisoners when she's on duty. The prisoners? Christ! That
means me! I guess, I'd better get that bald guy on my
side and do what he asks.

"Take off your clothes, we need to check you for hidden
substances."

What? The guy wants me to strip for him? Isn't he
satisfied with looking at my tits? They're almost hanging
out of my top after they tore it when I tried to give
them the slip.

Baldy's got a truncheon in one hand and slaps it noisily
into the palm of his other one. Is he threatening to use
it on me if I don't do as he says? He wouldn't hit a
defenceless woman, would he? Would he? I'd better not
risk it. My head feels bad enough as it is. Alright then,
here goes my top. There wasn't much of it left anyway.

Everything? He wants me to take off everything! Isn't
there a law against male officers strip-searching female
prisoners? He'll probably say his presence was needed to
prevent me attacking the dyke. Okay, if that's what they
want. Let's see if I can make it entertaining for them.
My black leather miniskirt goes first, then the fishnet
tights. I'm sure they'll like the black thong with the
skull and cross-bones motif. And here I am, naked as I
was born.

"Face the bed and bend over with your legs spread."

Holy shit! This guy wouldn't look out of place in a
concentration camp. You would almost think my little
striptease left him completely cold.

"Further apart! Put your hands on the bed to support
yourself."

Looks like the dyke's going to join in the action. She's
put on a pair of rubber gloves and is lubricating them
with some gooey stuff. Now she pushes a finger into my
cunt. One finger? No. Two. Three! Christ, that feels
tight.

What does she think she'll find in my twat? Gold?

This reminds me of a story I read in the paper the other
day, about a prison in Brazil or some place like that.
There were some women visiting their men inside, and they
smuggled cell phones in for them in their snatch. That's
funny, isn't it?. Smuggling a cellphone into prison. So
they can use it in their cell. Cellphone - cell. Get it?
I've got to try to remember that one.

Well, I haven't got a cellphone in my pussy, and even if
I did, there isn't a law against it, as far as I know.
I'm not visiting any inmate, I'm locked up here myself.

I wonder what it feels like when you've got one of them
in your cunt and it starts ringing. Maybe I should try it
out. Stuff the phone inside me and then dial my number
from another phone. But that's no fun. That's almost like
masturbating. And I would lose the element of surprise.
No, I've got to get someone else to call me.

Maybe I could put an ad in the paper. 'My cellphone is up
my twat. Call me.' And then the number. But then I would
have to keep it inside all the time. And maybe some idiot
calls me at six in the morning! Yikes! Would have to
specify a time. 'Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays from 6
to 8 pm.' Or I could post it on one of those pages in the
internet. That would get an instant response. It gives a
completely new meaning to the term 'phone sex', doesn't
it?

Gosh, that bitch is really going to town in my pussy. I
mean, I knew she was a lessie as soon as I set eyes on
her. She isn't looking for anything. She's just enjoying
herself, pushing in and out. It feels like her whole
hand's in my cunt. It feels so friggin' tight! She's
fucking me with her hand! I've never been fucked like
this before. It feels great. I can hardly stay on my
feet. Now her other hand's at my rear entrance. She
pushes a finger inside. Two! She keeps moving both hands
in and out. Aaah. That's fantastic! More, please! Deeper!
Harder! Faster! Fuck me! Fuck me you bitch! Make me come!
I've never been stretched like this before. And I've
never been fucked in my ass and my cunt at the same time.
This is too much! I'm coming! Yesssss!

                         -----

They've gone. They have left me here, slumped on the
floor, my arms and head resting on the hard bed. My legs
gave way when I climaxed and I landed on my knees. I'd
never come that hard in my life! It was fantastic! That
bitch really knew what she was doing. How she stretched
my pussy and my ass at the same time! Maybe I should come
here more often. Wow, that's a good one: I should 'come'
here more often. How do I come up with this stuff?

I wonder if all dykes know how to do this. Maybe I should
make friends with some of them.

What a strange place to learn something new about sex! It
just goes to show that you've got to live your life to
the full and take things as they come. Or should that be
'take things as you come'?

Now I'd better crawl back onto that bed and get some
rest. I don't feel like putting my clothes back on. I
just want to relive that mind-blowing experience.

                         -----

"Get up, slut, this isn't a hotel!"

The bald guy's repeating himself. He said the same thing
a short while ago. And it isn't even funny. As if anybody
could mistake this dump for a hotel!

"You gave us a wrong address, slut. Did you think we were
so stupid that we wouldn't find out? Did you think we'd
just let you go because you gave us an address in a posh
neighbourhood?"

"There must be some mistake. I gave you the address where
I live. Ask for John Walters, he's my father," I plead.

"Nobody sends me on a wild goose chase twice. If you want
someone to contact your father, talk to the duty officer
in the morning. Maybe he'll believe you. At the place
we've just been to, nobody's ever heard of you."

I'm dumbstruck, ready to panic. Is this my father's idea
of 'teaching me a lesson'?

"On your knees, slut."

What does he want from me now? Does he want me to say my
prayers? Well, I'm not in the mood for praying - yet.

The guy's got his truncheon again, and he is slapping it
into his other hand in a slow, steady rhythm. Maybe I'd
better do what he wants.

"Seeing that you're going to enjoy our hospitality a
little longer, you may want to show how grateful you are
to us for allowing you to stay at such a comfortable
place."

Hospitality? What hospitality? Comfortable place? What
comfortable place? This guy must be out of his mind. Or
he's got a warped sense of humour. He unbuckles his belt
and opens the zipper of his trousers; then he drops them.

Maybe the rumours about bald men are true. They say
they've got no hair on their head because all their
virility is between their legs. There's no shortage of
virility here. It's not completely hard, but it's huge!
And I don't need a soothsayer to know what he wants from
me.

Now, there's a thought: If I get my teeth around his
dick, just enough so that he can feel them, and then say
'Let me go or I'll close my jaws,' he'd have to let me
go, wouldn't he? They couldn't charge me with grievous
bodily harm. He would have a hard time explaining how I
managed to get my teeth on his cock.

I open my mouth to make him think I'm giving in.

What's this? There's a stick or something pushing into my
rear!

"In case you're thinking of biting him, slut, let me warn
you. I'll shove this truncheon up your ass until it comes
out of your throat."

Dammit! Those two are covering for each other. They've
probably done this many times before and know all the ins
and outs of abusing prisoners.

Looks like I'm completely at their mercy. There's no way
of knowing how long they're going to keep me here. My
father won't even notice that I didn't come home until
the morning. It's quite possible that he'll find nothing
unusual about it. It's not the first time I've stayed
somewhere else for the night without telling him. It
could take a few days before he gets worried and starts
looking for me. This time I'm really up the creek without
a paddle!

I guess it's best to go along with their wishes. There's
no point in getting them mad at me. He wants me to suck
his cock? I'll suck it.

Gee, it's huge! But if he thinks I can't take it all,
he's got a surprise coming. I won't give him the
satisfaction of resisting. I'll suck him, I'll blow him,
I'll take his length all the way into my throat. He
probably didn't expect in his wildest dreams that he was
going to get such a first class blowjob.

"So who's a bloody cocksucker now?"

The dyke's still mad at me because I called her a
cocksucker. Or maybe it's envy. She pushes her truncheon
deeper into my ass. I lift my behind and push against the
rod. It feels so good! More rigid than the hardest cock.
She's got a way of turning me on, even when she doesn't
intend to.

The guy's started to grunt. I bet he likes what I'm doing
to his cock. It won't take him long to come. I'll be nice
to him; I'll let him squirt his stuff into my mouth. He's
not the first and he won't be the last. Somehow, I like
this feeling of power. Being able to make them lose
control, shoot their spunk into my mouth.

What's this now? He's pulling back! Doesn't want to
defile my mouth with his cum? How considerate! It's a
pity, really. I was looking forward to sucking him dry.

"Get on the bed, slut. I want to come in your cunt."

So that's what he wants. Nothing to do with delicate
feelings.

The dyke pulls her baton out of my ass so that I can get
up from the floor. Looks like she wants to get some
satisfaction too. She slides her zipper open and pulls
down her skirt.

Now look at that! She isn't wearing anything under her
uniform. Her pussy hair is reduced to a thin line down
the centre and she's got a little tattoo just above her
slit. Well, I never! She looks quite cute without her
uniform. In her natural state, you wouldn't think she's a
cop. But her face still looks like that of a dyke.

They make me sit on the foot end of the bed and recline
my upper body. The dyke straddles me and pushes her pussy
into my face. The bitch wants me to lick her!

At first, I think of refusing. 'I'm not going to stick my
tongue into your smelly cunt, cocksucker', or something
like that. But she's given me such a terrific orgasm. I
should be nice to her. Who knows, maybe she'll do it to
me again afterwards, hopefully without gloves this time.

I get my tongue to work on her slit and she reacts
instantly. She moans and pushes her twat even closer to
my mouth. I can hardly breathe. She's quite wet already,
probably from watching me suck her mate, and getting
wetter by the minute.

In the meantime the guy's lifted my legs off the floor
and spread them wide. He's pushing his prick into my
hole. God, that feels good!

I never thought you could have this much fun down at the
police station. The guy's started to fuck me in earnest.
He puts his full weight behind every thrust. I almost
lose contact with the dyke's cunt. But she won't allow
that. She keeps pushing her twat into my face and I stab
her with my tongue.

The guy's grunting, the dyke's moaning, and the only
reason I don't make much noise is that I've got my mouth
full. Then he lets out a big howl as his cock erupts
inside me. It feels so good! This gooey stuff sloshing
around inside me as he keeps pounding his cock into my
hole.

The dyke's on the home straight too. She presses my face
into her crotch and orders me to lick faster. I do my
best. Her body shudders as she comes. I can smell and
taste her orgasm.

Silence. The two extricate themselves from me and leave
me lying in a heap on the hard bed. God, I'm knackered.
It's probably all that stuff I put into my body. Makes
you weak, short of breath, lacking stamina. Can't cope
with high-energy sex like this. Maybe a healthier
lifestyle does have its rewards?

I hear them leave. The guy says, "Let's leave the door
unlocked. Maybe somebody else wants to collect his share
of the hospitality tax."

                         -----

"Miss Walters, your father's here to collect you."

I wish they wouldn't shout like that. Don't they know
that my head's about to explode?

I open my eyes. There's PC Billardball and the dyke
standing in my cell. On the other side of the bars, I can
see my dad, Mr. Prim-and-Proper. Didn't they tell me he
had denied all knowledge of me?

Well, anyway, now he's here. But he keeps his distance.
Doesn't want to come near me. Wouldn't look good if he
showed affection towards someone like me. Could be bad
for his reputation, could have a negative impact on his
career. He probably slipped them a couple of hundred to
keep his name out of the press. No, not a bribe. He would
never do such a thing! A donation to the Police Officers'
Recreational Club or something like that.

Well, I'd better get dressed. Put on what's left of my
clothes, and get the hell out of here.

Hang on a moment! I'm fully dressed. Looks like I have
never taken off these clothes! Strange! But my body feels
like I've been gangbanged by the entire police station.

There's no time to figure that one out. Daddy's already
getting impatient. He doesn't look very pleased. It's
time for another one of his lectures. I bet it'll be a
long one this time. 'Why do you do this to yourself?
Don't you know that we love you?' Love me? My ass!

Well, I ought to get going. Another day, another battle.

                         The End

