I pulled the patrol car into the alley. I noticed it was a bit darker than usual but wrote it off as poor maintenance on the city’s part. My partner seemed half asleep in the passenger seat. It had been a quiet night on patrol. My thoughts were drifting toward Officer Jesse Hunter. We were close before he returned home from his undercover assignment. It changed him. He didn’t want to hang out anymore. Something was off but I couldn’t figure it out. I was so happy when I heard he was coming back to Hapsburg PD but he was not the same Jesse. I was trying to work out in my head what I was gonna say to him about that when, halfway down the narrow alleyway, a large truck pulled into alley as well. It were traveling in the wrong direction toward us. The headlights were blinding. I was about to activate my blue lights and takedowns when we got hit by another car in the rear. I must have been so distracted by what was in front of me that I stopped paying attention to what was behind me. We were immediately surrounded by masked men with guns trained at our heads. They were shouting “hands” at us so we both put our hands up. They opened my door (and my partner’s door) at roughly the same time. These men appeared to be members of type of special forces or paramilitary unit from the looks of it. The Black man in front of me started barking orders.
“Drop your duty belt, bitch.”
I did as ordered. The next order made my eyes widen.
“Strip, whiteboy!”
I didn’t comply immediately and got struck in the stomach with my own baton. I started removing my uniform. From what I could hear behind me, my partner was going through the same thing. The patches on the men’s camo BDUs were red, black, and green with the letters BNWO on them. I noticed while nervously glancing around that every member of this unit appeared to be Black. I thought they would only want my pants and uniform shirt but no, I was ordered to “get butt naked, whiteboy”. Two of their men started changing into our uniforms and we were walked into the t-intersection of the alley (which had a dead-end thanks to a chain link fence) naked and barefoot at gunpoint. The two guys wearing our uniforms were now driving the patrol car into the dead end behind us. Once we reached the fence I figured that would be it for us, but to my happy surprise I saw them break out our handcuffs. They threaded the cuffs through the chain link fence and ordered us to sit. We were both terrified when they cuffed our hands stretched above our heads to the fence. Then the gang started speaking to each other.
“These bitches gave up without a fight”
“I kinda wanted to fuck ‘em up anyway”
“Boss says keep them handy in case things go south tomorrow.”
“Well we about an hour ahead of schedule. Got some time to kill and I know how I wanna spend it.” He said grabbing his dick through his pants as he walked toward my naked partner.
He towered over the subdued cop. Because of how they had us sitting, the Black man’s crotch was right in my partner’s face. The look of horror was evident when he whipped out his black dick and ordered the white cop to open his mouth. His refusal earned him a kick in the balls. Still wouldn’t open so he got an even harder kick. After reeling from the pain he obeyed his captor’s order to “ suck this big black dick you little white faggot”.
I looked away to spare my friend’s shame of seeing him sucking dick to stay alive. But I could hear it. Chad was choking, gagging, and coughing on the dick. He dry heaved a couple of times. His rapist was taunting him.
“Your bitch ass mouth feels like a fucking cunt. I love fucking you white hoes. That was my hobby in jail. That’s it, faggot, suck my dick. I’m gonna bust all over that pretty little face of yours”.
I was wondering what was going through Chad’s head. I didn’t have to wonder for long. Apparently, the man who was wearing my stolen uniform wanted some cop head too. At least that’s what he said while towering over me sticking my own gun to the side of my head. I didn’t want to get kicked in the balls. I started sucking his dick. His scent was overpowering. It wasn’t revolting to me, it was kind of intoxicating. So many things were going through my head that I thought were perfectly normal for this trauma but liking the smell of this man’s balls did not seem right or normal to me. Yet here I was. I started earnestly sucking his dick to save my life. I scraped him with my teeth once and he slapped the shit out of my face. Then he started violently fucking my face, banging the back of my head against the fence. Within minutes he busted his nut in my mouth. He pressed my pistol barrel into my face and ordered me to swallow his cum. I did as he said. I told myself I didn’t have a choice. But, I did. I could have fought, but I was giving in to my fate like a bitch.
All six of our Black captors took turns fucking our mouths. I had swallowed a load and had another load of cum in my face and hair. As our captors retreated to the stolen patrol car to drink beer and openly talk about how sweet it was to rape two whiteboy cop mouths, me and Chad looked at each other. As the cum dried on our faces, the shame burned through both of our eyes. We didn’t think we could sink any lower. But time passed and nature called for our beer drinking Black militiamen. The cum was washed off our faces by the rancid piss of our kidnappers. It was beyond humiliating. This humiliation turned them on and they started wondering out loud about the quality of our “snow bunny cop pussies”. We both shot each other a terrified look. We started begging. Offering more blowjobs.
“ Listen at these white boys. Just begging to suck dick like the faggots they are.”
Then we saw one of the men approaching with a roll of duct tape. They wrapped three or four times around my mouth, very effectively muffling me. Just as many wraps of tape went around my eyes. I was blindfolded and gagged. We were both uttering muffled pleas to our captors to spare us. They were laughing at us as they picked us up and spun us around. Our hands were still cuffed to the fence so my hands were forced to cross each other as I was turned over. Something was placed under me forcing me to bend over. I struggled and the result was a drive stun from what I assumed was my taser. I stopped struggling. Something greasy was applied to my asshole. While I was mortified at the thought of my impending rape, it did not escape me that the finger touching my hole felt good. Then someone plunged the length of their entire dick into me. I cried from that pain. My insides were on fire. The loud muffled screams drew the attention of some witnesses. My hearing was improving since the loss of my sight and I heard what sounded like teens ride up on bicycles.
“What you cops doing to these white bitches.”
“These white hoes were overcharging the brothers so we teaching them a lesson in the fair market value of their pink pussies”. They all laughed.
I noticed the pain subside. Then the craziest thing happened. I felt my prostate getting massaged by that dick. I didn’t know that’s what it was. I just knew that my body was betraying me. My dick started getting hard. My rapist spoke to me in my ear, “Awe, she getting hard. She likes this dick. Don’t worry, bitch. You fixing to get this nut. We gonna leave you gaping. Fucking whore.” I no longer had a concept of time, Five minutes, ten minutes? No idea how long it took but he roared when he busted his nut in me. He pulled out and I felt some of it leak out and slowly run down my leg. Then another dick slid in me. We were repeatedly raped by the whole group. From what I heard, Chad was hard too. At least that’s what I heard the teens saying as they enjoyed observing our lesson. At one point they discovered that stunning us with our tasers made our holes close up so they had fun using those on us as they fucked us. We had both actually been moaning before that. But being electrocuted while raped brought our screams back. The men and teens seemed to really enjoy that. I was so relieved when they stopped tasing us. I was grateful that I was only taking dick. The verbal abuse continued. Especially when I busted my nut while getting fucked.
“Damn. This little bitch just squirted from her clit.”
My shame was immediate. I felt every bit of the manhood that might have remained just leave my body with that hands-free nut. And I knew Chad heard that.
Even the teens were given a go at us. Our captors made them pay cash. I could hear them negotiating a price. Apparently $5 each was all it took to “fuck these bitches”.
One of the teens started fucking me like he was trying to impress everyone watching. I was yelping in my gag. It was muffled but you could tell I was feeling him fuck my hole up. He bent over and whispered into my ear while continuing to fuck me. His voice sounded more of a college-age teen when he whispered, “I know you ain’t no prostitute, bitch. You 12. I don’t recognize these niggas, but I seen you and your faggot ass partner plenty times. I don’t get into gay shit but there was no way I was gonna leave without getting some cop pussy. Bet you want me to go get you some help. Fuck you, bitch. All you get from me is my nut.”
And he gave that to me after a short time of really hard and fast thrusts.
Not long after, there was quiet. They had stopped raping us. The teens had rode off. My hole felt so open. Cum was leaking out of it. Cum was drying on my back. I figured Chad was much the same. I was exhausted. I think that if they’d freed me I wouldn’t have had the strength to run.
I felt something sharp touch my neck.
“Try anything and we gonna cut that throat little piggy”
I didn’t move as they took my cuffs off. My hands were placed behind my back and they were bound with more duct tape. My feet were also bound. I figured this was a good sign. Why bother to tie up a dead man. I was thrown over someone’s shoulder and carried a short distance to be dropped into something that felt hard and somewhat carpeted. Chad was dropped on top of me. Then I heard what sounded like the lid of a car trunk closing. Our naked bodies were pressed against each other as the car sped away with us locked in the trunk. Every bump was felt on that long drive.
I have no idea how long the drive was. I passed out at one point. Eventually, the vehicle came to a stop. It did sound like we were on a gravel road when it did. The trunk opened. We were both violently removed from the trunk and thrown onto the gravel. That fucking hurt. Someone cut the duct tape on my ankles and started ripping it off. I was ordered to stand. Sounded like Chad was going through the same thing. Someone grabbed my arm and led me somewhere. I was still blindfolded by duct tape so I had to rely on my hearing. We seemed to be walking on concrete now. I heard radio chatter that seemed to be coming from the radio of the man that was leading me.
“Group 3, targets secured.”
“Copy that, good work!”
“Group 5, only one target secured. Firefight eliminated the rest.”
“Copy, any casualties on our end?”
“Negative”
“Black Power!”
We were stopped. I could hear another voice in front of us.
“These two should fetch a good price, if y’all didn’t fuck up their faces under all that tape.”
“Boss said they ain’t for sale, yet. Cops.”
“Take ‘em to the pin in the barn with the other piggies.”
None of what I was hearing alleviating my fear. As we were being led on foot through what felt like grass and dirt, I was trying to pay attention to the sounds around me. One noise stuck out above the rest. Somewhere close enough for me to make it out, I heard what sounded like a whip. And muffled screams. Now that terrified me.
Eventually I was forced to the ground. Ordered to sit on my ass. I was dragged on my ass to what felt like another naked man. We were placed back to back . I could feel his hands bound with tape behind his back. Once we were tied together (back to back), someone started ripping off the tape on my face. First from my eyes. It took a while to adjust. But I saw Chad in the same predicament as me though tied to another officer I recognized. It was Gary from the patrol zone next to ours. I wondered who I was tied to. I wondered if I still had hair after the Black man wearing military fatigues (with that BNWO patch) ripped the tape off. He seemed to enjoy ripping the rest of the tape off my mouth. Same thing was happening to Chad by a similarly dressed soldier. Gary didn’t have any tape on his face. The soldiers left us without saying anything.
Chad leaned over and puked. I heard Conner’s voice behind me. He was Gary’s beat partner. Apparently, they were both kidnapped as well.
“When did they get y’all?”
“Before our normal dinner break. No idea how long ago that was.”
“We must have been a little before that. The radio was quiet. Surely to god someone will be noticing we are both missing by now.”
“I think something big is happening. Their radio chatter made it seem like these are very coordinated attacks.”
“Fuck. Ok. Well they’ve kept us alive for a reason. “
Gary spoke up for the first time, “Probably just to keep fucking our faces and asses.”
Well that answered that question that I had kept myself from asking.
Conner and I decided to lean against each other’s backs and try to get some sleep.
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