This is a fantasy of non consent. In reality any sexual act without prior informed consent is nothing less than rape and deserves the fullest punishment of the law. This is presented only as a fantasy. If you are disturbed by scenes of non consensual sex, public humiliation, blackmail, masturbation, or police women in sexual peril, then you should stop reading.
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My name is Constable Ann Lennon, I am a ten year veteran of the RCMP, Royal Canadian Mounted Police. I work in Surrey, which is one of the largest municipalities inside greater Vancouver, one that is very ethnically diverse and crime ridden. I spent the first few years on the force as a street constable, then got pulled into working public affairs because I had a very soft and sincere speaking voice, and the body that allowed me to put myself through school, including my criminology and social work degrees, through underwear modelling.
I have a condominium in Surry that is on the edge of a bad area, but with the development plans the city has been running past the RCMP for input, I know urban renewal is going to make this the epicenter of a new community and triple my property value in a year. The building itself is wonderful and has only one drawback.
The manager. The Manager is a fat balding bear of a Hindu named Vihan. He and his two brothers and oldest son look after maintenance of the building, and its two adjoining properties, but they live in this one. Their office is directly across from the weight room, and I can see them when I work out in my police T shirt and skin tight leggings watching me, and I swear I would feel a lot happier if I could see their hands just once above the window. I can’t prove they were jacking off, or I would arrest them, but they sit their watching me on the stair master or bike, the weight machines, making me feel like a stripper performing for them.
The sad thing is, with my profession, I am too high profile to date. My fellow officers just want in my pants so they can brag they “banged the spokesbabe”, and everyone with a shred more refinement wants to use me for my contacts in business, government, or with high profile ongoing organized crime investigations. Literally, there is no one I can date without consequences, so I have been on a two year dry spell from my last failed attempt.
Lately my toys were not cutting it. There is only so far you can go with a hand held. I had recently been experimenting with self bondage, I have access to basically unlimited police cuffs, including the more elaborate prisoner transport shackle systems.
I may not be able to get a date, but the closest I have been to heaven was with my Magic Wand strapped to me, my wrists and ankles cuffed in irons, cumming my box off until I could make the keys work and let myself free. The feeling of helplessness was increasingly a part of my need to get off.
I had to do something for myself soon, I swear every time I passed Vihan, he would grab his cock through those dirty grey sweats, and I was beginning to blush and get excited when he did. I would never give that dirty brown man or his pig brothers the satisfaction of knowing their perverted eyes on me drove me to more and more extreme acts of self bondage, even using the big clamps from my investigation files on my nipples during my bondage sessions to pretend it was the teeth of strong unforgiving men.
The answer was here. The Motorbunny. A riding vibrator, like a saddle. It plugged into the wall and sounded a bit like a cross between a small air compressor and large weed wacker. It had a big black saddle, four shiny iron rings at each corner to attack arm and leg irons, nipple clamps or such other restraints as amused you.
You could control it with the big remote, or through your phone. If I had a lover, I could have let them use the app to control the device while I was totally helpless, even if they were in another province. I don’t have a lover, but that fantasy hit all my little submissive buttons so I ordered it, even at a cost of about a months salary.
I set the thing up where it would fit right by the front patio where I could have the illusion of being displayed, but the security of knowing no one could see me. I fastened my leg irons to the back bolts, and elected just to go with the friction saddle, not any penetrating vibrators
I crouched naked on the saddle, feeling the cold iron of my cuffs and treasuring the helplessness I felt. I turned the vibrator on. I got as far as four before I realized it was more intense than anything I had experienced, and it went to ten.
I started playing with the settings, it was on straight buzz now, but you could set it for cycles, and I tried that. I screamed as it started to cycle, buzz BUZZ buzz buzz BUZZ. I dropped the remote and grabbed onto the saddle with both hands. This was amazing. I lost focus for god only knows how long as the saddle changed my world view on the rise of the machine.
I looked out as I heard a sound on my patio, and saw Vihan the caretaker in some sort of platform being lowered down from the roof cleaning the gutter downpipes between the units. I looked into his dirty brown face in helpless ecstasy as I rode my saddle buck naked and in leg irons, him staring at me from the side, seeing me desperately rubbing myself against the riding vibrator, leg irons shackling me to the back rings and nipple clamps running to forward chains and tie downs.
He pulled out his cock, it was bigger than the attachments, and began stroking off. Stepping right to the window, he started mouthing the word WHORE and stroking his cock at me. I was cumming pretty much nonstop. I looked at him in helpless arousal, too out of my mind with lust to process his presence, but too turned on by being this helpless in front of that fat misogynist Hindu asshole. He came with a grunt, and sprayed my window with his cum. I collapsed over the Motorbunny in the strongest orgasm yet.
Not looking up, I dragged the remote to my by the cord, and shut it off. I took a good five minutes before I could stop my hands shaking enough to uncuff my legs. I can’t believe that Vihan, the manager, saw me like that.
I felt an ache in my pussy and nipples that I wasn’t sure was from the abuse I had given them. I remember Vihan calling me WHORE and that fat brown cock shooting blast after blast on the window.
Having gotten dressed, I decided I had to wipe the cum off her window and put the whole experience behind her. Windex in hand, rubber gloves on, and paper towels beside me, I stared at the cum. Slowly, I found herself leaning forward, and licking the cum. Shutting my eyes, dreaming about how his face had been so filled with lust, and contempt. I moaned, licking the dried cum, then pressing my face against the glass, cursing myself for letting her long drought get to me.
With a grimace, I wiped away the evidence of his cum, and her tongue marks. I would give myself some really intense sessions with the vibrator to get Vihan out of her system, and take care of the long pent up frustration I was clearly hampered by.
“I tell you Arjun, Vihay, the cop bitch cuffed herself to a vibrator the size of a lawnmower and was riding it. She had nipple clamps on those big white fucking tits, chains hanging off them, and she was screaming hear head off, cumming like a whore while I jacked off pointed right at her face!”
Vihan’s two brothers were drinking it in, getting hard and half fingering their own cocks thinking about that hot stuck up blonde cop with the tight little body that was always flaunting herself in the exercise room. They knew she just needed a little dicking down to be a proper whore. Looks like she was using a machine to do a number on herself.
“Bullshit dad.” Vihan’s grown son Sammath said, not looking up from his phone game.
“Pictures or it didn’t happen.” He concluded.
Vihan swore, glaring at his son “I had my cock not my phone in my hand, showing that little cop cunt what she needs.”
“Uh huh.” Sammath nodded, unimpressed. “She is like the chief spokes cop for like the entire region, does all the announcements on joint task forces, every mayor inside the province lines up to get his picture taken with her. You get a bitch like that compromised on your phone, and you basically own her.”
Suddenly Arjun and Vihay are punching their brother in the back and arms, yelling at him. Berating him now for letting the sweet forbidden model quality blonde pussy slip away!
Vihan brushed them off. “ENOUGH!” He chuckled, pushing his brothers aside, and ruffling his son’s untidy mop of hair. “Next time, we start with the phone, then she will be on our cocks as much as we want.” He laughed. “Cunt like that, there will always be a next time.”
Several days later.
I had been very stressed, worrying about facing my property manager in the hallway, worried about the pending transfer of police contract in Surrey, which was turning into the sort of political quagmire that made interagency cooperation almost impossible. She was relying on personal charm and favours to make what should have been normal interagency requests happen, because the official channels were unofficially closed until the situation settled.
I had the weekend off for once. My blood pressure was through the roof, and I had not even been able to relax on the Stairmaster or bike because I was listening to recorded briefings on my earbuds while I worked out. I didn’t need a session on the bike, I needed a session on the Motorbunny.
A hot rush exploded from my core to make my skin turn pins and needles, my face flush and my breathing start panting. I really needed to recreate that feeling of helplessness, of slutty helplessness that I experienced riding the Motorbunny when that fat Hindu pig Vihan wound up outside my window to catch me.
No. This time she would be smart. This time she would close her blinds, close drapes behind the blinds, lock her doors, and create her helplessness safely. She would use the leg irons, but this time the leg and hand irons with the belly chain. That trapped her hands at her side, and every tug against them would grind her pussy harder, as the chain ran through the saddle ring bolts before reaching the ankle cuffs.
Yes, with the keys in one hand, the remote in the other, she could feel utterly helpless and slutty without fear of anyone discovering it. Then when she was done, just uncuff and slide it into the closet, no one the wiser.
God, I should have done that last time.
Coming home, I plugged my phone into the house system to recharge.
“Alexa, link to phone.” I called, linking my phone to the house computer controls. One day she would get around to installing the software on her phone and the house system for her Motorbunny, but right now the heavy control unit that plugged into the base was all she had.
“Alexa, play slut music.” I had music for all occasions. Bitch music, slut music, saint music, kill me now music. One list for every occasion. For private vibrator time, there was slut music.
Lighting candles around the room, I let the music flow through me as I settled the mirrors around the front room I usually used for yoga. Mirrors that were to check my posture would not be like my own private porn as I could watch myself get off.
I let my hair down and poured myself a single glass of wine. Granted the wine glass could have doubled as a fishbowl, but I work with idiots all day, keeping it to one drink required a certain fudge factor. At least it was still only wine.
I began to strip, laying my clothes on the back of the couch. I took out the four linked cuffs on their chains and ran them over my naked skin, shuddering at the cold steel and rough links.
Fastening the belly chain, I let the leg irons hang down and brush my legs as I swayed over to my Motorbunny. I had the remote beside my right hand. I had the keys to the cuffs on a ring hooked on my left ring finger so they couldn’t fall.
I settled the cock attachment on the Motorbunny, choosing the hard rod, not the flexible one. I wanted to feel helpless, pinned on a cock that owns my cunt. That means the rod. I buckled myself in the leg irons and parked the remote next to my right hand.
I would let myself get up to speed, let myself get nice and wet before I mounted the vibrating, rotating, thrusting dildo. Once I was on, I would hold the remote in my hand and lock the right cuff. Then thread my left arm through the left cuff, already half closed, and push it against my side to rachet it closed.
With my hands linked to cuffs on the belly chain, and those linked to the ankle chains I fed the steel eye bolts through, I would be pinned helplessly to my Motorbunny for the fucking of my life. Well, I was a Mounted Policewoman. Time to saddle up.
I fired up the Motorbunny, it seemed louder than I remembered, but oh my god it was at least as strong. Only on two for the warmup, I began to hump myself against the rampant rubber cock, feeling its vibrations pressing on my clit, even as the saddle worked my slit and ass with the rough ridge for dirty girls like me to hump themselves to helpless.
I held off as long as I could and could tell the saddle was getting slippery from me, then placed both hands on the saddle and lifted myself on.
OH MY EFFING GOD!
It was not like sliding down a lover’s cock. Although I lubed it, the problem wasn’t lubrication, it was control. When you slide on a man’s cock, it is pretty much just a big love sausage. When you fuck yourself with a vibrator, your hand controls the angle, the depth, so the rigidity doesn’t matter.
This wasn’t like mounting a saddle, this was like being mounted by a horse!
The cock was huge, making her gasp, and breathe in little frightened sips, the cock was warm, from the internal vibrating rod, and the cock was alive. Not just the internal vibrating rod, but the machine had a natural slow motion to it at the default setting that was equivalent to a gentle lover taking his time to ease his hard shaft into you.
I shuddered, nipples painfully erect as I felt the fullness, the vibration and motion. Settling down the shaft made it worse as the vibrator ridge waited to claim and work her as she rocked on the shaft, and good god, it pumped into her.
Two minutes of relaxing until I could trust myself to let go of the saddle, the toy wasn’t that long, but it was that wide, and she felt stretched. I fumbled twice putting the right arm irons on my wrist, but feeding my left arm into the irons was easier. Feeling bold, I rocked the dial up to four on vibration, added pulse. My breathing was coming faster. Now time to go for it. Time to add the cock.
I hit the cock dial, moving from slow grind of a 1 up to four.
FUCK!
Ride em cowgirl. Now she felt like she was astride an offensive lineman, or maybe the giant from Game of Thrones. The cock danced inside her thrusting up, but swirling, almost dancing inside her. The vibrations were intense, the pleasure almost too intense. I found myself yanking against the restraints, screaming, feeling the helplessness, letting it consume her. The first orgasm was so intense I think I peed myself, or became a squirter. Either way the leather of the saddle drank it in as the due of its slut taming terror.
That is when it went wrong. I came so hard, I jerked my hand against my side, slapping the controls against me. The dials rocked from four to six, increasing both the vibration and the intensity of the fucking. Pounding faster, deeper, vibrating harder. My second orgasm hit me while I was trying to fumble the keys to my cuffs, and when it hit, I dropped the keys and the remote both.
I tried to throw myself off the saddle, but with my legs shackled to it and the friction bars linking it to the opposing walls, I may as well have tried overturning the building. I was trapped.
The Motorbunny started fucking me harder. I was trapped, helpless. My mind took each tug at the chain, each thrust into my cunt, each cry for help as a sign I was being fucked into submission and the orgasm that followed threatened to shatter what was left of my brain.
I would call 911. The fire department would rescue me!
NO! The Fire Department had been the enemy in every budget fight for years. Those self satisfied pricks hated her, and all wanted to see her taken down, and fucked. They would never let this stay quiet.
She could call her department.
NO! Not a man in her department, and honestly a fair number of the women, would love to see her like this, would use her and brag about it to everyone they knew, and total strangers as well.
Who else could she call. No one else had a key. No one except Vihan the manager. That pig. He had already seen her like this, so she could only die of embarrassment once.
Another orgasm was building, it was act soon, or not be able to think at all, Death by Snu Snu in her own condominium. I would not die that way fucked to death chained to my vibrator. I would call for help.
“Alexa, call Property Manager.”
Downstairs, Vihan was feeling his cock. “Shiva’s third fucking eye, she has been riding that thing for almost two hours, not even a porn star can fuck that long!” He glared at his brothers and son who were looking up, and visibly sweating, imagining what was going on upstairs.
Vihan’s phone rang. The call display read “Hot blonde fucking cop.” Oho. Constable Ann Lennon her own sex self was calling. Was she having some trouble with her dismount? He put it on speaker and answered.
I was rocking on the Motorbunny, my mind lost in a sea of humiliation and need. Terrified, helpless, humiliated; ticking all the boxes of my self bondage fetish. Fucked, oh yes, fucked, as the Motorbunny powered me on my way to another mind shattering orgasm, for a body long past the point that could bear increased sensation.
“Well well well. Constable Ann Lennon, spokespig for the Surry RCMP, you really are taking the whole Mounted Police thing seriously aren’t you?” Vihan smirked, strolling into my condominium, his master key in one hand, his phone filming in the other. His two brothers gathered around me like hungry wolves, but his son Sammath strolled over to my router and began programing the wifi password into his phone. Then he looked in the drawer beside the computer and found my Password cheat sheet, and began to log into my home computer. If I had the brain cells left, that would terrify me.
Vihan, Arjun and Vihay had stripped down, three fat balding Hindu with more body hair than hygiene, but with uncircumcised cocks and dark heavy balls the size of cricket bats between their legs. Heavy, potent, and waving in her face.
I looked for help from Sammath, but he was flipping through my Motorbunny manual, and programming something into his phone. He looked unwilling to oppose his father and uncles in whatever they had planned for me.
“Please Vihan, shut off the Motorbunny and unlock my cuffs. I lost the keys and remote, and can’t stop it!” I begged.
Vihan stroked his heavy cock and began to slap my face with it.
“That sounds like a you problem. My problem is you have been giving me and the boys here a case of blue balls for months, strutting around in that slut wear and cop shirt like princess pussy, rubbing our faces in your hot little body, then complaining when we look.”
Vihan smeared his cock over my face like lipstick, and the scent of it set off circuits in my head that short circuited my brain. I needed to think, but the hammering vibrator in my pussy only let me feel; feel and want.
“I’m sorry Vihan, sorry. So sorry. I won’t dress like a slut anymore, please just SHUT IT OFF.” I begged, almost cumming at being forced to beg to this ugly fat fuck.
Arjun was going through my toy drawer, and came out with the riding crop and nipple clamp. He held them up and the men exchanged something in Hindi and laughed.
Arjun took the riding crop and smacked it several times against my ass cheeks, making me jump on the hard thrusting cock inside me. He grinned at Vihan filming it all.
“Hey Vihan, look, I feel like a jockey in the fifth race. You think she gets off whipping herself with this?” Arjun asked, unaware of the fact before I had the Motorbunny sometimes I would kneel on my magic wand and whip myself to keep myself riding the edge of orgasm far past where I would have broken without the pain, and then cum virtual buckets.
Vihan put the camera in my face. “Answer the question little blonde cop. Does my little white mare like to be whipped while she gets off?”
Oh god, the humiliation was too intense, I was going to lose it. “YES, oh god YES” I screamed, fighting to hold off orgasm long enough to make them shut it off.
Arjun began to whip down my back, my ass, and then when that wasn’t enough, he came around the front and began whipping my breasts, laughing as I screamed again and again. He made me thank him for each stroke, and god help me I did it. I screamed “Thank you sir” every time he brought my own whip down on my tits.
“Hey Vihan look, this is the real Musical Ride!” Arjun laughed, making a joke about the RCMP’s musical cavalry demonstration team. I was so focused on what Arjun was doing and Vihan with his reaching out to tweak and twist my tits, when he wasn’t spanking my face with his cock, that I hadn’t noticed Vihay plugging an attachment into the back of the Motorbunny until I felt something cold, metallic, and lubed force its way into my ass.
Oh god, they found the anal vibrator insert! I leaned forward to escape, but my leg irons bound me, I lunged forward, but the hard cock thrusting into me just drove deeper and I shuddered almost cumming as the pain from my anal ring being forced brought me back from the edge.
Then he turned it on. Oh god. I could get worse. The egg vibrated in time with the main unit, buzz BUZZ, buzz, buzz, BUZZ as it wore against my pride and strength, turning me into so much fuck meat before these gross hairy men.
“I will make you a deal Constable Ann Lennon, proud RCMP officer and feminist. If you suck my cock, and don’t spill a drop. I will put your cuff keys in your hand, and you can uncuff yourself. Do that and we leave, delete our video, and this never happened. That is the respect due an officer of the law. Sound fair?” Vihan asked, moving the camera beside his cock so I had to look down its length to face the camera.
“Yes, Yes. It is fair.” I cried. Seeing hope now to escape.
“Now, if you aren’t really a cop at heart, having the cuff key’s won’t help you. If you are nothing but a white cunt that needs to be taught her place, and turned into the whore she was born to be, then you won’t be able to uncuff yourself. You will be nothing but a cunt that needs a man to think for her, tell her what to do. A cunt that stays bound until all the men are done using her. Is that fair?” Vihan said.
“Yes, YES, It’s fair.” I was too close, too close to the edge. His words were worse than the riding crop strikes coming on my ass and back, each word driving my humiliation deeper inside as the vibrator hammered my lust up inside to meet it. I was being crushed between them, and losing all pretense of self will.
“Beg to suck my cock, cop whore. Beg for Vihan’s bitch tamer.” Vihan said, hamming it up for the phones in his and his brother’s hands. He sounded like a B movie actor, but something inside me looked at that big uncircumcised cock and shattered. I wanted it to be true. I did.
“Please let this cop whore suck your cock Vihan. Please, please let me suck your cock. I will give you the best blowjob ever!” I screamed, and everyone in the room laughed.
Vihan started, letting me lick around his crown, slurping on his head like an ice cream cone. I could hear them laughing as my hands jerked against the cuffs several times when I yearned to stroke it, to cup his balls, or grab his ass cheeks to pull him in (to get it over with, or because I needed it? I don’t know).
He teased me, made me suck his balls as he slapped my face, then my tongue as he pulled his balls back and laid his heavy pipe in my face again. This time when I took him in my mouth, he grabbed my blonde pony tail and began to fuck my face.
I had a thrusting vibrator in my pussy, a buzzing egg vibrator in my ass, who no longer burned from stretching but ached for pounding, and a hard cock fucking my face. The orgasm I was fighting off overtook me and I came, screaming around Vihan’s cock. He grabbed my face on both sides and buried himself in my throat, roaring as he came down my throat. I tried to suck air in through my nose, but all I could do was swallow and swallow.
Vihan was a man of his word, and picket up the keys and put them in my hand. He also picked up the remote which he hadn’t promised, and put it in my other hand. I rolled my wrist to feed the keys in, something of a skill you get when you play a lot of self bondage games. That was when young Sammath picked up his phone.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH” I screamed as the thrusting slowed, but the vibration began pulsing at higher and higher levels.
“You know this is great, I installed the software on my phone, and now I have total control of the Motorbunny.” Sammath said holding up his phone, and waving it at me.
“I can keep it on slow walk, or canter.” He keyed his phone and my fingers began fumbling with the keys as my cunt began to get harder thrusts from the vibrator.
“Or gallop. Woo hoo. Ride ’em cowgirl. Fuck I love white cowgirls. Big titted fuck dolls every one.” Sammath laughed, as the Motorbunny started pounding me hard and fast. I dropped the remote and the keys and screamed my way towards another brutal orgasm.
Vihan and Arjun laughed. Vihay reached down and began to work the vibrator in my ass until I was trying to thrust back into his hands.
Vihan laughed. “Does this mean Constable Ann Lennon does not want to be mean police bitch anymore, but little Annie wants to be a good white whore for any cock I tell you to suck and fuck?” Vihan asked
I looked up at him, not wanting to say the words.
“Ok boys, she doesn’t want us, I guess we can all go home!” Vihan threatened, and my reserve broke.
“Please let me be your whore. I will be a good whore. The best whore. Every hole, I swear. I will fuck whoever you say, please god, just don’t leave me!” I begged, no longer pretending.
The Motorbunny snapped off. I slumped on it, my nerves tingling, my brain on fire. Vihan uncuffed my leg and hands. Arjun and Sammath lifted me off my impaling vibrator and placed me on my hands and knees.
Vihay pulled the vibrator out of my ass, and I sobbed at the feeling of emptiness. I heard the squirting sound of my lube bottle, and felt him pressing his big Hindu cock against my ass ring.
“Is this really what you want, Constable Ann Lennon? Vihan asked, pointing the camera at my face, as his brother teased my anal ring with a cock far wider than any I had ever had there. I looked up at him and begged.
“Please fuck me!” I wasn’t all the way through begging when Vihay grabbed my pony tail, wrapping it around his fist and pushed his cock in my ass. I hadn’t been as ravaged in my ass as my poor pussy, so my entire body caught fire when the new source of pleasure came online and screamed for attention. It took less than four minutes for the pain to subside, the pleasure to take over, and my restraint to fail.
“Fuck my ass, FUCK MY ASS HARDER!” I screamed as Vihay alternately fucked my ass and spanked it, treating me like a piece of fuck meat, and pounding me into submission. I looked forward, mouth slack and eyes almost empty as there was little room in my brain for anything but sensation.
Sammath waved his young cock in my face, and I cupped it in my right hand, directing it to my face. As he fed me his barely drinking age cock, I reached back to grab his tight hairy ass and pull him deeper. The two Hindus spit roasted me like the whore I was. This was what I was going to be from now on, and just at this moment, there wasn’t any part left in my mind willing to fight it.