"On your move," a voice said.
Martha showed a cocky smirk. "Ready to make the biggest sex bust in history?"
"10-4."
Martha stepped back from the door. With raygun clasped in her hands, she jumped forward and front-kicked the chrome door open. It twirled off its hinges. She rushed inside with the weapon aimed. As she crossed the threshold, Plexiglas slid across the doorway. She wheeled around, banged her fist against the acrylic surface, but to no avail.
"Well, hello there," a sensual voice said from behind her.
"Deviant' Dee Chen," Martha replied through grit teeth. A spotlight pointed the cop out in the dark recesses. She slowly rotated to the circular lobby.
With a single light above her head as well, Dee sat on her throne in the middle of the grand room. She wore a black cotton robe with a crown upon her blonde hair. The Asian villain had a pointy chin, deep set eyes. She crossed her long legs. Her feet were slender, toes long with a black pedicure. In the shadows, surrounding her throne, naked bodies squirmed on the floor on top of one another. Moans, whispers, and kisses sounded from the darkness.
"You are all under arrest for this display of sexual deviance!" Martha shouted, but no one seemed to take heed. She pointed her raygun at Dee. "Did you use your patented pheromone toxin?"
"No. These people are my followers," Dee said. "Anybody that tries it can't deny it. Sex is too beautiful to be illegal."
"It creates disease and babies that no one can take care of." Martha eased down the aisle. Her gun remained forward, but her eyes darted from side to side.
In the gloom, a man buried his head between a woman's legs. Another couple, at their side, copulated in the missionary position.
"You've never been fucked?" Dee sat up straight in her seat, foot bobbed.
"We're not here to discuss my sex life, Dee," Martha growled.
Dee carried on with her analysis anyways. "I mean... really fucked?" she asked. "No virtual helmets, no bodysuits. No SexWorld, no robots. I mean really, grunting, squirting, fucked."
"No." Martha continued forward. Her brows arched over a forbidding glare. "Filthy. I wouldn't e—"
"Oh, stop it. Don't act so prudish," Dee said. "Enemies know enemies well. Just like you spy on me, learn my habits, I do the same with you."
"What are you talking about?" Martha asked.
"SexWorld..."
Martha slowed her steps, relaxed her stance a bit.
"That's right. I know you go to that sex amusement park." Dee smirked. "I wonder what fantasies you're working out in there. Robots or not, at least you're fuckin. It's unhealthy to keep it all bottled up, especially being on the police forc—"
"Enough!" Martha demanded silence.
"And by happenstance," Dee continued right along, "it's always after a confrontation, a bust, a battle won."
Martha's gaze sharpened on her nemesis, nostrils flared.
"Does the adrenaline rush get you excited?" Dee asked. "That's a dumb question. Of course it does."
"I said, ‘that's enough!" Martha hollered, her voice reverberated off the circular walls. "Put your hands in the air."
"I don't think I will." Dee licked her thin lips, as though becoming aroused by the moment.
Martha made it within arms reach. She circled Dee with raygun aimed.
Dee followed the short brooding cop with her eyes. "Why all the violence when we can make love?"
"I'm not here to make love," Martha said with a string tone. "Now get up!"
"I know what you want." Dee stood from her throne, hands in the air. "You want a good hate fuck."
Martha shot Dee an evil eye before holstering her gun. She took Dee by the wrists, spun her around, and kicked her knees out.
"Ah, you like a little force." Dee said from her knees. She whistled. "Terry. Navi."
Two nude figures, balding man and bronze woman, rushed out from the dark recesses and restrained Martha. Terry ripped the gun from her holster while Navi worked with the buckle of her jeans. Martha showed resistance. She squirmed, kicked. Terry restrained her arms. Navi untied Martha's combat boots. She removed them along with her white socks. Martha kicked at Navi with her small foot, topped with a glossy nude pedicure, but Navi caught Martha's ankle with swift reflexes. Navi grabbed the waistband of Martha's jeans, band of her panties, and yanked them off. Martha crossed her legs tightly in an attempt to hold them on, but the fabric slipped through the space, leaving her round backside bare to the room. Her pussy decorated with a black landing strip.
"You clean up nice." Dee licked her lips at the sight.
Martha growled. She planted her barefoot on the ground and tugged against Terry's hold. He kicked her knees out from under her, pinned her belly-down to the cool tile floor. Martha wriggled, growled, as the nude couple pulled her shirt off and unfastened the black bra. She had humble round breasts, large dark areolas and taut nipples. They handcuffed her hands behind her back and picked her to her knees again.
"Look at this..." Dee circled Martha, leering, while kicking her scattered clothes aside.
Martha scowled. Whispers sounded around her, so she whipped her head to each side of the room. Her naked body had never been seen by another person, much less a whole room of people. Her face became red with embarrassment.
The orgy came to a halt. Naked bodies gathered at the periphery of the light. Their eyes appeared to pop out from the darkness.
With all eyes on her lewd, vulnerable position, Martha hung her head. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Chill-bumps swarmed her skin, making her dark nipples steely stiff.
"Oh yessss...." Dee crouched behind Martha. She grazed her fingertips over the soft sole of Martha's foot. The cop wiggled her short toes, clenched them, warding away the tickle. Dee breathed upon her neck. "For someone with authority, someone who commands the day, for someone like you, you want to feel vulnerable."
"Fu—" Martha started to speak.
Dee spanked her plump ass, groped it in her hand. Martha jolted forward, but Dee held on to her cuffed wrists. Dee snatched Martha's raven hair, jerked her head back. The villain's other hand slithered around Martha's waist, glistening manicure combed through the cop's black landing strip.
"You think you're gonna get away with this?" Martha glared at the ceiling, hair still being yanked back. As Dee's fingers inched closer to her clit, Martha squeezed her thighs together, trapping Dee's hand.
"I'm not the enemy..." Dee planted kisses down Martha's shoulder. She withdrew her hand from the officer's crotch and squeezed Martha's breasts instead. Dee flicked the cop's tight nipples before releasing her hair. "...I'm the liberator."
"Then uncuff me!" Martha said.
"Ironically, that's part of your liberation." Dee undid her black robe. The flaps opened to a skinny, athletic physique. Her breasts were small and curved upward at her tiny brown nipples. The robe crumpled to her feet. She stepped out of it and once again knelt behind Martha.
People from the shadows Ooo'd and Aah'd. An excitable energy swept through the room at the tough cop's degradation.
Martha lifted her chin in the air, trying to exude confidence as Dee nibbled on her earlobe.
A hologram appeared from both armrests of the throne. The picture showed a green vapor rising from the sewers, filling the streets of Gothropolis. "Do as I say," Dee said into Martha's ear, "or I'll release my pheromone toxin. The city will be sex crazed. It'll turn into a madhouse."
"You think you're gonna get away with this?" Martha said, face turning to stone.
"I already have." Dee shoved Martha's head, stood back to her feet. She eyed the audience, opened her arms wide. "I have given you all the forgotten gift. I have given you health, pleasure, and creation with one beautiful act."
Martha hung her head. Mind raced with ways to escape.
"I have given you sex, and I should be praised for that." Dee looked down upon her rival. "Bow, kiss my foot, for I'm your queen."
Martha slowly glanced up with a cold, dead stare. She vehemently shook her head. "Fuck! You!"
"Terry, bring me my detonator." Dee's eyes lingered on Martha as Terry handed her a small metallic device. She placed her thumb to the red button. "Don't dare me."
Martha became antsy. She pulled against her handcuffs, rocked on her knees. Anger boiled to the point of explosion.
"So, what will it be?" Dee extended her foot to the floor between Martha's knees. She wiggled her long toes.
Martha took notice of the faces in the shadows. She then glared up at Dee while leaning forward. She bent all the way over, paused. Her breath tickled Dee's feet. With clenched teeth, she pecked Dee's big toe and quickly postured back up.
"No, no. We're all about love here." Dee raised her foot off the tile floor, pointed her toes. "Kiss it like a lover."
Martha fumed but went right along. She leaned forward, hesitated once again. With a sigh, she planted tiny kisses across the top of Dee's toes.
"Suck them," Dee ordered.
Martha cursed under her breath before diving back down. She took Dee's big toe in her mouth, sucked. She made her way down the row, her tongue snaking through the spaces.
"Mm! That's it." Dee caressed her breasts, pinched her brown nipples. She spread her toes, curled them in Martha's mouth. She forcefully shoved her foot deeper causing the cop to choke, drool. Dee gave her a little push. She then circled Martha, her fingers grazing over the defeated officer's bare shoulders. She snapped her fingers.
Navi hurried out with leash in hand, clamped it to Martha's neck, before rejoining the darkness.
With chain in hand, Dee walked Martha around the lit lobby like a show puppy, letting everyone get a close look at her new pet.
Martha kept her head down, avoiding the faces in the crowd. She crawled on hands and knees, shamed to the furthest degree. Dee clenched Martha's dark hair in her fist and jerked her head up, which got a growl out of the cop. Fire danced from Martha's pupils. Her brows arched, eyes filled with rage.
"That's a good girl." Dee climbed on Martha's back, treating the rival like a pony. She used Martha's jet-black hair as the reins, roughly yanking her head back. She slapped Martha's round ass. "Giddy up!"
Martha degradingly crawled around the tile floor. After making two wide circles, Dee finally hopped off and received a strap-on from Terry. The sex toy glowed, vibrated. Upon spotting it, Martha's face softened with anxiety. She remained in position, on all-fours, with her head hanging low.
"You'll love this." Dee strapped the thick cock around her waist, placed the base against her pussy. The vibration sent chills up her body. She curled her toes into the tile floor, stroked the vibrating toy. She looked to Martha, her bitter rival. Her eyes widened with lust. She scurried down behind Martha and squeezed the cop's hips. She pressed the vibrator on the outside of Martha's wet vulva, causing the cop to flinch. "Oo! You do like it."
Martha vacantly gazed into the shadowy faces, her expression teetering between fury and surprise. "You-oo will pay."
"Aw, she can't even talk." Dee entered the cop's tight pink pussy.
Getting fucked like a dog in front of a room of people flustered Martha's face. She dominated her world, dominated as a cop cleaning up the streets. She was in charge. She dictated the positions. But now, she found herself helpless. Dee pinned Martha belly-down, her hips continuing the constant motion. Martha squirmed, grumbled with a hint of pleasure. As Dee picked up the pace, Martha lifted her petite feet off the mat, pointed her toes, and expelled a loud groan.
"She's loving it," Dee said breathlessly. "I can fee-ee-eel her."
"Ooooooo... you—Uh!—bitch!" Although she'd never admit it, Martha warmed to the act; her body gave away her posturing. She tensed, squinted her eyes. She gasped for air, as though drowning in the orgasm.
Dee gave Martha no room to breathe. Her thrust was persistent. The force sent ripples through Martha's apple bottom. Dee's breasts bounced as well from her hardy plunges.
Martha ground her teeth and hoped to compose herself. It didn't work. She expelled rapid breaths, each with a slight whimper on the end.
Dee whistled for some help. Terry walked out and assisted with picking Martha off the floor. Dee stood to her feet and holding the back half of Martha while Terry held the cop's shoulders. They stretched her out in the air like a caught fish.
Martha fought with them, trying to get free. However, she had no choice but to be shamefully rag-dolled. Her little feet flailed in the air while being hammered from behind.
With her arms around Martha's thighs, keeping the cop in place, Dee pounded Martha's body. The lanky blonde's legs trembled. She rocked back on her heels, all while thrusting. "Oo!" Dee moaned.
Martha forced her lips into a tight line, holding in the pleasure. She hummed softly at first. Her toned abs contracted. Her knees locked, toes flexed. Her face flushed a deep red. She tensed, grunted, "Mmmm-gghhh!"
"Make those noises-es-es, ba-ay-by," Dee cheered Martha on with a quiver in her tone. She licked her lips, then gnawed on the bottom one. "Oo! Oo!"
The crowd followed them in with pleasure-filled groans.
"Gee-gee-gghhh!" Martha didn't know why she made that noise. It just came out. She was losing control of her actions. An intense itch at her center caused her legs to shake in the air. She locked her knees, ankles, and spread her tiny toes. "Uh! Ggghh! Just wait till nex-ext time," Martha warned breathlessly.
"Oh yeah?" The threat fueled Dee's pace. Her hips sped up, banging Martha away. Her flat ass dimpled. She moaned with each powerful thrust. "Oo! Oo! Oo!"
"Mm-ggh!" Martha's body locked up. The pleasure was overpowering, almost too unbearable to speak. She strained. Veins appeared in her neck, forehead.
"Are you my bitch?" Dee's face contorted in flashes. Her small breasts bounced.
Martha stayed quiet, only the sounds of labored breathing.
Dee thrust faster. "Whose bitch are you, huh?"
Martha's face puckered: brows wrinkled, eyes closed, and jaw clenched. Her legs stiffened in the air once again. She glared out into the crowd with a lost gaze. Her hair was a mess, face red from exhaustion, thoughts scattered. Breasts raucously swayed.
"Are you my bitch?" Faster and faster, Dee thrust into Martha's swollen, wet pussy. Under the light, their perspiring skin shimmered. Their bodies clapped together.
A tickle ran from the soles of Martha's feet, up her leg, and exploded in her center. She bucked. "I'm-your—" Martha curled her toes. Her face goofily twisted. "Ba-ba-bi—Eee-ee!—cchhhaa! Ah! Ah! I'm your bitch, I'm your bitch—Ggghhh!"
"Martha?" a voice called out.
Martha heard the voice but it took a minute to gather her senses. She blinked, wagged her head, and turned to the left. "Rock?"
Her partner walked out from the shadows with a puzzled expression. "What's goin—"
"Turn around!" Martha ordered. She glanced over her shoulder to Dee. "Freeze all motor functions."
Dee, and the room of naked bodies, all froze.
"Uncuff me!" Martha said.
Terry removed the key from his pocket and removed her handcuffs.
Martha flopped to floor and scurried to collect her clothes. "What are you doing here?"
"They located what park you were at," Rock said over his shoulder.
"Why?" Martha growled, embarrassed by her partner's discovery of her dirty fantasy. She slipped her jeans back on, shirt. "It better be fuckin' important."
"Well..." Rock motioned his head to the robot version of Dee. "...the real ‘Deviant' Dee has threatened to release her pheromones into the streets of Gothropolis unless you, personally, deliver twenty million dollars."
Martha didn't reply. She pulled her socks on, tied her boots.
"You had SexWorld make a fake copy of—"
"What I do here is none of your concern." Martha looked to her partner with a game face. "Now, let's take her down."
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