Working the Beat (closed for RennyStyle)

[DominationSoul]

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Quinn Mallard was the kennel master at the central district for the Asterton police department, a position he'd taken since the passing of the Compulsory Female Slavery Law almost twenty years earlier. He had 100 kennels, which were only half full. Two assistants, George and Sly, worked with him on the 8 to 8 day shift.

A loud tone went off, waking all the bitches. Quinn went to kennel fifty; George went to Quinn's left and Sly to the right. The cage name tag read, Tricia “fuckme” Wells. He never called the bitches by name; they were all bitches.

The cage was a three foot cube. The bitches always slept with asses up and heads down. Tricia's ass was already backed up to the cage entrance.

He examined the vibe pack that was in her asshole and pussy. He was pleased it was working correctly. The vibe pack was just one of the many nano-tech tools that were in use. The pack would never stop; Quinn didn't believe in never. The only time the pack was removed was for bathroom and sex.

He unlocked the cage door and said, “Bitch, attend.”

The bitch backed straight out, rose quickly to her feet, stood with feet spread to shoulder width. Her hands were clasped behind her back just above her ass. She stood straight, head up, and eyes tilted down.

Vacuum tubes were attached to her tits and clit, which were removed before duty. This was her third day of their use, and they would continue to be used for a month. He had no idea why; he only followed orders.

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He removed the tubes and unzippered his pants. “Kneel and take your breakfast, bitch.”

She sank to her knees, keeping her knees spread wide; her hands took his cock and balls, and she opened her mouth and took in his cock and started sucking while squeezing his balls.

Quinn almost always fed breakfast to this bitch; she was one of the best cock suckers. All the bitches had been infused with nanites, which kept them in perfect health and repaired any damages to their bodies. The nanites were designed to thrive off semen. Six loads of semen a day were recommended; any of their holes could be used.

As his cock shot its load, he thought, Damn, I love my job. “Make sure it's clean,” he said, “then bathroom and shower.”

He watched her luscious ass as the bitch walked to the shower. He went to the next cage.

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Cole Langston was the newest member of the shower team. The previous member had called one of the bitches by name. Quinn heard about it and banished the guy to some other duty in the basement.

Cole's mouth watered and his cock hardened at the approach of a very hot bitch. Her tits and clit were red and extended from the vacuum treatment.

When she reached him, she took the attend slave position. He scanned the vibe pack with his Personal Compact Computer on left wrist. He selected vibe menu and entered release. The strap around her waist unlocked, and he removed the vibe pack and placed it in the sanitizer machine.

She entered the bathroom, and he watched her carefully. One of his jobs was to make sure none of the bitches touched themselves or one another.

When she left the bathroom, she stood in front of one of the attendants helpers. Shave cream was spread over her arm pits and pubic area, and she was shaved. This was a daily routine.

Next, she entered the shower, which was large enough for five bitches at a time. She made the fourth bitch. He scanned the sensor on the wall with his PCC and entered shower, start.

Only cold water was used because heating water cost money. The spray of water was intense, and it came from every direction. The bitches all stood in the attend position. Once they were sprayed thoroughly, a soapy spray took over then they were sprayed one last time with water.

Towels were stacked just outside the shower door. Once the bitches were dry they were given their vibe packs.

When the hot bitch returned to Cole, he patted a metal bar that was at a waist height. He took the vibe pack, setting it aside. “Bend,” he commanded. He unzipped as she moved into position, bending at the waist over the bar giving him access to her pussy or ass.

Cole's cock was pierced in multiple places.

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He lined up his cock at her star, gripped her hips firmly and slammed into her ass hard, he kept driving his cock until he was balls deep.

While he was pounding her ass, he moved his hands to her breasts and began pinching her still red tits. He squeezed hard, digging his sharp fingernails into them. He pulled, pinched, squeezed, and jerked on them. “You are permitted to cum,” he said.

Cole's balls slapped against her pussy one more time. He groaned as his cock erupted in her ass. He reluctantly pulled away and said, “Clean my cock.”

When she finished, he reattached the vibe pack then said, “Get dressed and see the duty officer.”

* * *

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Beau Billings stood next to the mag-lev, which hovered two feet above the highway. He'd been assigned a new slave cop partner, and he hoped she was better than the last one.

He was five minutes early; he hated being late more than anything else; his last partner didn't know the meaning of being on time, and it drove him nuts.

He watched the doors of the central precinct. A number of slave cops had left the building but none had come his way.

His attention was drawn to the next slave cop to leave the building. She was so damn hot it made him hard just looking at her. He prayed this was his slave cop, but what were the chances of that?

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She kept walking in his direction. Hot damn is it possible? His mind was jumping with joy; his last slave cop had been a dog in comparison.

She took the attend position in front of him and said, “Tricia “fuckme” Wells reporting for duty, Master Beau.”

Beau nodded and said, “Oh yeah, fuckme is the perfect name. You look starved. Has no one been feeding you?”

“Remove your skirt and panties.” He scanned her vibe pack with his pcc. “Vibe menu, vibe release.” He pulled the vibe pack away and set it on the mag-lev. “Lean against the vehicle and spread wide,” he demanded.

Once fuckme was in position, he unzipped and pulled out his cock.

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He lined up his cock with her slit, took hold of her hips, and slammed it home, driving it deep, slapping his balls against her sweet ass.

With every thrust, he slapped her ass cheek hard. “My cock wants tons of cum, bitch. Give me lots of cum.”

He increased his pace, pounding her pussy hard; her ass cheeks were turning red. His cock poured into her pussy. He pulled back and said, “On your knees bitch and clean it up.”

He sighed with pleasure from the attention from her mouth. When she finished, he reinserted the vibe pack and changed the setting from low to medium.

“Get dressed.”

He entered a command for the mag-lev. The doors slid to the side, steps lowered to the ground. Beau entered the vehicle and strapped in; he watched as fuckme did the same. “Time to get to work.”

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia stepped into the passenger side of the mag-lev, getting comfortable in the hard seat and put on her seat belt. She groaned as the door closed, her pussy was already sore from all metal studded cocks that had forced themselves inside her that morning.

She checked her reflection in the mirror and wiped off a remaining string of cum from her lips and cheek, and adjusted her uniform to make herself more presentable. Her sore red nipples and raw ass made it uncomfortable no matter what she did. Once she looked professional again, she tapped commands into the touchscreen on her side of the dashboard. A list of notifications and a map of their route appeared.

"We're assigned to patrol the dockside section of town today, master." Tricia reported. "In addition, we've been requested to check in on the patrons of a bar called Grunty's. We've been receiving complaints about noise and several accounts of disorderly conduct have been reported in that area."

She scrolled to the next page. "We also have to inspect a new batch of slaves before they're put on sale, and the community center has asked for a demonstration of slave instruction and discipline."

 

[DominationSoul]

While fuckme was reading through the instructions for the day, Beau slid his hand into her top and started playing with her nipples. He noticed a wince of pain in her face. He'd heard about the vacuuming tubes being used on tits and clit but had no idea what it was about. As she finished, he squeezed each tit hard and said, “Sounds like a full day.”

The Fullerton River almost split Asterton in half. The district police headquarters were on the east side of town. The docks were on both sides of the river separated by five bridges spanning an area 20 miles long on each side.

According to the map, Grunty's was a part of their patrol area on this side of the river. The mag-lev moved forward above the highway, following the coordinates inputted by fuckme. One advantage of the mag-lev was that there was no problem with traffic. Any time a vehicle was encountered, the mag-lev rose over it. They arrived at the southern end of the dockside area thirteen minutes later.

Most of the property in the area was related to business. There were two small parks located at each end of the dockside area and one estate near the center. The park was quiet this early in the day, and the twelve story Humble Motel next to it had a bit of activity from people heading off to work. The people mover in front was crowded, but there was nothing out of the ordinary happening.

They cruised north observing the regular bustle of dockside. When they arrived at Grunty's, Beau said, “Since this is one of the 24 hours bars, it's likely some of these trouble makers have been drinking all night. We are going to shut the place down. Remember, fuckme, watch for trouble, and don't embarrass the department.”

The doors of the mag-lev slid to the side. Beau and fuckme left the vehicle and the doors closed. Loud music from the bar reverbrated through the air. On one side of the bar was a fish market while the other side was a laundermat.

Beau carried a shock baton, which could knock out a person with just a touch. It was activated by a button in the grip. He handed ear plugs to fuckme and inserted his. He and fuckme entered the place and stood on either side of the door.

One fight appeared to be the center of attention. He enabled the tone device on his belt, and a debilatating sound brought everyone to their knees with hands over their ears.

Beau said, “This bar is closed for 24 hours. Leave now.”

Men and women struggled to stand and make their way to the exit. Within minutes the place was empty. Beau attached a police lock on the entrance.

When they returned to the mag-lev, Beau said, “It's time for another load of semen. He unzipped the front of his pants and said, “Kneel, fuckme, and make it good.”

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia knelt dutifully in front of Beau and reached for his cock. It was already warm and sweaty, and the nerve on the underside slide against her tongue as she pushed the cock into her mouth. The head pushed against the side of her mouth, she pressed her lips against the skin and began to suck on him. Her fingers played with his balls as she pumped back and forth on his dick.

As Tricia fellated her master, a few of the disgruntled patrons of Grunty's watched from a distance, but slowly began to move forward.

 

[DominationSoul]

Beau felt an electric jolt of excitement at the touch of fuckme's hand; her warm mouth added to the heat building deep within. Her expert tongue caused his cock to swell in her mouth. His hands seemed to move to her hair of their own accord.

Her sucking almost sent him over the edge. His hands tightened in her hair as her fingers played with his balls and she started pumping with her mouth.

He groaned when his cock spewed in her mouth.

A badly thrown rock careening off the sidewalk drew his attention to a group of Grunty's customers, who were slowly advancing toward them.

Beau didn't want to make things even worse. He pulled fuckme by the hair from his cock and said, “Do a sexy strip dance now.”

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia groaned as she was painfully yanked to her feet. She accepted her order, then locked her eyes on Beau's and began swaying her hips slowly from side to side. She put her hands on his hips as she pressed herself closer to him, letting him stare down her cleavage.

As she wiggled, another thrown rock just missed them. Tricia turned and saw the men approaching. She realized her dancing was meant to distract them, not feed her master's animal desires.

Tricia turned sharply and continued dancing in front of the angry men. Her hands crept from her hips and up her chest, cupping her breasts before unbuttoning her top and slowly untying the knot holding it in place.

The men were a few steps closer when she ripped the top off and exposed her bare breasts.

 

[DominationSoul]

Beau watched fuckme perform her sensual dance and felt his cock getting hard. Again, he was grateful fuckme had been assigned to him. Once her skirt dropped, he turned her so she faced him; he bent her at the waist and removed the vibe pack from her pussy and ass.

The crowd of men quietened almost immediately. “Form a line. You will each have one minute with one of these two holes.”

Beau dropped his pants and said, “Take my cock, fuckme and suck me off.”

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia squealed as she was forced down again. She was getting tired of being treated like a rag doll. The cock, still moist from their last encounter, bobbed close to her lips again. Another blowjob? She wanted to say something, but knew talking back could earn her a slap across the face, a spanking, or a litany of other punishments. The rules for disciplining a slave were loose and open to interpretation.

"What the fuck is this?" One of the man angrily called out. "You offer us your whore and she goes to work on you first? You get her all the time for free! I thought you cop dipshits had a duty to put the public first."

The cock head was hard against Tricia's lips when she heard him.

"He's right, master." Tricia answered. "I don't think it's a good idea to make them any angrier, I wouldn't want them to hurt me-- us-- more than they're already inclined to."

She breathed heavily as she waited for him to make a decision.

"Besides, we have a full schedule today, and doing all these men will put us behind. I don't want for you to get into trouble, master." She was right, though she knew any trouble that he received would pale into what would be done to her.

 

[DominationSoul]

Beau sighed as his baser instincts wanted to ignore fuckme, but the unruly crowd changed his mind. He placed the vibe pack back into fuckme's ass and pussy and locked it in place.

The mag-lev's doors opened. “Let's get out of here.”

Once back in the mag-lev, Beau placed his hand under fuckme's top once again. “I just love the feel of your breasts, fuckme, especially your titties.” He squeezed them hard and smiled at the expression of pain on her face.

They continued their patrol of dockside. The auction warehouse for slaves was near the north end of the dockside area. There were a few cars in the parking lot. The auction would take place later in the evening. They left the mag-lev and entered the warehouse.

When girls turned 18, they were given a month of training then placed in a slave auction held once a month and sold.

Beau and fuckme entered the warehouse and were met by the manager, Clark Bilson, who said, “Welcome back, officer Billings; we have 176 slaves awaiting inspection.”

Clark led them to the inspection area where four long lines of slaves stood in the attend position.

All the hair had been shaved from their bodies, including their heads. Beau was surprised to see red inflamed tits and clit on every slave he looked at. He thought it was only the police department's idea for the suction devices.

He was looking for any slave who wasn't properly in the attend position, but every one he passed stood correctly. He selected a slave at random, who happened to have an enormous rack; it was hard to believe her breasts were all natural, but enhancements had been outlawed when the Compulsory Female Slavery Law was passed.

He commanded, “Kneel.” He watched as she sank to her knees. He examined her position; it was perfect. “Prepare my cock.”

Her hands eagerly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free; they squeezed and ran up and down his shaft, bringing his cock to life. Her mouth opened and she took in his cock and started sucking.

Beau groaned with pleasure, thrusting hard into her mouth for a few minutes. “Move to a standing fuck position,” he said.

She pulled back, quickly stood, bent at the waist, and grapped her ankles. He stood behind her, gripped her hips firmly, then slammed his hard cock in her cunt. With every thrust, he slapped her ass hard.

His cock poured into her, and he kept pounding her cunt. When he pulled out, he said to the slave standing next to her. “Kneel and clean my cock.”

The woman hesitated. Beau said, “Attend and don't move.” He took his shock baton and chose the lowest setting. He slammed the baton up the woman's cunt and hit the button. Her entire body shook then she fell to the floor.

Beau turned to the woman next to the fallen slave and said, “Kneel and clean my cock.”

She instantly dropped to the floor, crawled to him, knelt, and started vigorously lapping and laving his cock.

He patted the woman on the head. “Good slave.”

Beau and fuckme left the warehouse, reentered the mag-lev, and crossed over the river, heading south along the dockside area.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia tried her hardest to maintain her composure during the inspection. Seeing these women humiliated, the way she had been back in the day, had gotten her blood boiling and she hated herself for knowing there was nothing she could do. She wished she had the power to help those women. Selfishly, she wished she could simply escape herself. But her time in the system told her that this was impossible.

Returning to the maglev, Tricia strapped in and noticed that her master's cock was still hard. Hopefully he was sated for a while. She reached over and returned to the computer on the dashboard, reading through the rest of their list.

"Master, we've been ordered to question a snitch in the docks. They say he requires our expertise." Tricia knew what that mean: seduce the man.

She saw a few other reminders, as well as the scheduled performance they had been assigned to. She wasn't in the mood to be publicly humiliated today, and hoped that perhaps someone else could be assigned. She didn't notice the line that said a response was required.

 

[DominationSoul]

Beau followed the gps directions upload by fuckme. He wasn't surprised when they came to a run down section of the docks. “They should tear down these row houses. They're an eyesore.”

A mag-lev was already parked at the address, and Beau wondered why he and fuckme were needed, but an order was an order. He parked behind the other mag-lev, and he and fuckme left the vehicle.

Beau and fuckme entered the building and went to room 270. The door was already open. Officer Clark Deakins and his slave, bigtits were standing near a man who looked like a bum, and from the smell in the room hadn't taken a bath in forever.

Beau said, “You can't handle one dude?”

“We were recalled to HQ with a PDQ code attached,” Clark answered.

“Damn, haven't heard that code used in a long time,” said Beau. “did you all fuck up?”

“No clue. We are out of here.”

As soon as they were gone, Beau turned to fuckme. “We need answers from this snitch, and fuckme, I know you will get them.” He released the vibe pack from her pussy and asshole. “You know what to do.”

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia cautiously approached the man, trying to put on a brave and friendly demeanor. The man studied her long legs as she walked up and crouched before him, pinning her knees together so that he couldn't see up her skirt.

"Hello, I'm officer Tricia 'fuckme' Wells. I'm a slave with the Asterton Police Department. I understand that you saw something here earlier today, is that right?"

Tricia checked her tablet briefly, then put it aside. "Something about illegal smuggling, is that right?"

The dirty man refused to answer.

"Now look, we need this information. My master, Officer Billings, is a real tough son of a bitch and if you don't tell me what we need to hear, he may get physical with you. I think you'll want to deal with me. I could... we could take a bath together, if you like."

 

[DominationSoul]

Clay Joiner wasn't stupid. Snitches didn't last long on the street. The sexy cop captured his attention when she crouched in front of him where he could look right down her top, which revealed enough of her breasts to make him want to see more.

He tuned out what she was saying until he heard, “. . . we could take a bath together, if you like."

Clay's cock twitched at just the thought of this sexy slave naked. “Really? A bath?” He couldn't remember his last bath. “Yeah, a bath, together, I will go for that. The bathroom is over here – down the hall.”

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia nodded and followed Clay down the hall to the bathroom. The tub was large enough to fit two people, an oddity for a hovel like this, and seemed relatively clean. Not that Tricia didn't have experience in far worse places.

She began to undress Clay, trying to avert her eyes as she did, not caring to see what this wreck of a man looked like naked. His clothes were in layers and seemed to stick together. She was repulsed but could do nothing but continue to remove layers and put them aside. Once she was done, Joiner turned to watch her strip.

Tricia untied the knot holding her top closed and removed her top. Beneath, she wore a thin kevlar bra which kept her breasts protected and supported. She reached behind to unlatch it and tossed it aside. Her breasts bounced once and settled.

Beau watched from the door as Tricia propped up her leg and unzipped her knee-high boots, pulling them off, then unhooked her belt and tossed aside her skirt.

She was naked now, and the tub began filling with water.

"Permission to bathe, master?"

 

[DominationSoul]

Clay couldn't remember when someone had undressed him, and the slave cop's sultry hands were causing his inner desire to get damn hot. His excitement grew as the slave cop removed her clothes slowly. The sight of her delicious boobs made his cock rise. When he saw her shaved pussy, he said, “Damn, would like to ram my cock in there.”

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Beau watched fuckme as she undressed Clay; her strip tease made him want her again; he couldn't get enough of fuckme's body.

"Permission to bathe, master?"

He stepped quickly into the bathroom, went to fuckme, bent her at the waist, and removed the vibe pack. “Yes fuckme, you have permission.”

He stepped back to the doorway to watch.

 

[RennyStyle]

The slave cop and the snitch stepped into the bathtub, with Tricia standing behind Clay. She gently lowered him in front of her and began washing him. He could feel her nipples against his back.

Her long fingers began working her way to his shoulders, massaging them in between applying lather onto his skin and scrubbing the dirt.

"Why don't you start talking?" Tricia whispered into his ear as her hands moved downward.

Clay began talking, keeping coy about what he knew, wanting this treatment to last as long as possible. Tricia could smell this trick a mile away, and warned him. "Don't try anything sneaky. Play games with us and we're through. Try anything and we'll bring you in. But do everything we want and you will be paid in full."

Her hands slithered down beneath the water and Clay could feel her hands beginning to fondle his cock. She suspected that she would be on the end of it before they left, and she wanted it as clean as possible.

It was surprisingly long, thick, and became harder at her slightest touch.

 

[DominationSoul]

The slave cop had miracle hands, and Clay was loving every touch. The feel of her tits against his back made his cock twitch.

"Why don't you start talking?" Her luscious voice near his ear sent thrills up and down Clay's spine.

“Gotta keep this quiet – understand? Anyone finds out I said a thing. . . .”

“. . . do everything we want and you will be paid in full."

Clay needed the money and wanted to stay alive to spend it. Her hands on his cock made his heat rise quickly. His cock responded by swelling up in anticipation.

“The annual Mayor's Parade will be one no one will ever forget.” Clay laughed.

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Beau watched fuckme in action. She was a real pro. When Clay mentioned the Mayor's Parade, he was truly surprised. This was not the information he'd been expecting. There had been a major robbery a few days earlier, and the leads had dried up. He stepped into the bathroom and leaned against the wall.

 

[RennyStyle]

"Why?" Tricia asked, her hands grasping his thigh. "What's going to happen at the mayor's parade?" She pressed herself into his back.

"It sounds like someone has a plan. Who is this someone, what's their plan, and how do we stop them?"

"That's a lot of information." Clay answered. He felt Tricia's hands release.

"Well, we are paying a lot."

"Not enough, sweetie."

She grasped his dirty hair in her fist and yanked his head back. "We don't have to pay. We can take. But I think you want to give." She glanced over to Beau. "Don't you think he wants to give, Master?"

 

[DominationSoul]

Beau smiled. “You can start with his balls, then cock, then asshole.” He handed her the baton. “Wanna bet on how soon he'll start talking?”

 

[RennyStyle]

"I'll talk now!" Clay answered. "I'll talk, but I want the slut to continue washing me."

Tricia stood up and repositioned herself in the tub. Now she was facing the man.

 

[DominationSoul]

Clay's voice dropped to just above a whisper. “Listen, he's got spies everywhere. You gotta move me to somewhere safe after I talk.”

The explosion shook the buiilding like a rat in a cat's mouth. The entire side of the building crashed to the ground, exposing the bedroom and bathroom to the open air.

Clay's head exploded before the shot was heard.

Beau was in shock from the explosion. A loud cracking sound pulled him back to the moment. The bathtub was leaning toward the open air.

Beau quickly ran toward the tub and pulled fuckme out. “Bring your clothes. You can dress after we leave the building.”

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia was frozen in shock. She had seen plenty in her time on the force, but seeing a man's head explode a few inches from her face was something she never expected.

Beau yanked her wet body out of the tub and pulled her out of the room and down the hall. She struggled to keep hold of her clothes, dropping most of them but keeping her belt and gun, the most important pieces. Beau let go of her and she followed, barefoot, trying to keep up with him as they worked their way down the hall. Once he stopped to check a corner, she drew her gun, checked the ammunition, and took a defensive position.

"Orders, sir?"