Au Cops Force A Public Orgasm

Description: An AU (Alternate Universe / Reality) NC/CNC fantasy featuring object insertion, fantastical biological facts, dominating male authority figures, and forced public exposure, humiliation, and orgasm. No anal.

Disclaimer: All characters are older than 18. This is a work of pure fiction. Nothing about this story is real, other than it contains elements of my kinky fantasies, and nothing about this story should ever be taken as fact, be reproduced in the real world, or be used to condone any real act. In the real world, freely offered, retractable consent is paramount.

Tags: F/M+, cnc/noncon, mdom, AU, object insertion, forced exposure, forced exhibitionism, voyeurism, forced orgasm, public, strangers, police, police baton, group, recording, streaming, photography, humiliation, degradation, groping, forced masturbation, CMNF, penetration, dirty talk.

Story:

Women like me are a genetic rarity these days. We're a throwback to the caveman era, when females went into heats that had to be satiated by males.

Though there aren't many of us, our condition has been deemed a public health emergency. When we have "an episode," we can become hysterical with need. Once a year or so, you hear about a woman in heat crashing her car. Or, a woman in heat exposing herself during a business meeting or begging in a bar for men to touch her pussy.

First responders have to go through special training to learn how to deal with us when we experience a heat in public. Police, firefighters, and EMTs are all trained to satiate women in heat. Often, the responsibility for dealing with us falls to regular cops on patrol.

Laws are in place to ensure women receive the care they need, and each encounter must be documented for later review. Any member of the public can request a recording to audit police procedure and conduct to help ensure their fellow citizens are being treated fairly and with respect. Watch parties are popular. Should a member of the public happen across a scene where police are responding to a woman in heat, that citizen is fully authorized to document the incident. Citizens may even assist police.

But that's never happened to me. I've always been able to make it home before the height of a heat. Until tonight.

I'm driving home when I feel it start as a quiet warmth between my legs. It rolls over my pussy lips and then down between, licking salaciously at my clit like an unwanted lover.

A heat is coming, and it's coming fast.

"No, please no," I whine, hoping I can make it home before the heat starts effecting my behavior. It's nighttime, and the last thing I want is to have to pull over in the middle of nowhere at night.

I catch myself daydreaming about being penetrated. Something thick and long sliding deep into my pussy. I can almost feel the tension in my inner thighs as my legs are forced apart. I hum and squirm in the driver's seat. I swerve between the lines on the roadway.

"Crap!" I jerk the steering wheel to straighten the car. I've got to keep it together until I can get home. Then I can strip in private, spread my legs, and lose myself in pleasure.

I grip the wheel tighter and try to focus on the road.

Blue lights flicker in my rear view mirror. A cop is pulling me over. They must have seen me swerve.

"Damnit."

I tell myself to stay collected and focused. If this traffic stop goes quickly, I can still make it home before my heat fully hits and avoid the humiliation of being treated by emergency personnel.

I pull over onto the wide shoulder and roll down both front windows. Women in heat put off strong pheromones, and males can smell them. I want to dissipate my scent before the cop walks up. If it's a male and they can sense I'm in heat, they might try to treat me, which would be humiliating.

A minute later, the cop walks up to my window. He's handsome. He's cleancut, fit and muscular, but not overly so. He looks to be in his 50s. Strong jaw. Wide shoulders.

I find myself staring at his crotch, wondering what his cock looks like.

He leans down to my window and looks at me for a moment.

I'm glad it's nighttime. Under the cover of darkness, maybe he won't notice that my eyes are dilated or that I'm a little flushed.

"Ma'am," he says stoically. "Do you know why I pulled you over?"

"Did I swerve?" I ask, hoping to move this along.

"Yes, ma'am. Have you had anything to drink tonight?"

"Oh, no. I'm just on my way home from work. Late night." I offer a quick smile. "I'm just a little tired."

He pauses, studying me. Then he leans in a little and sniffs.

I hold very still. I want to close my legs, but I know that will only bring more attention to what's between them.

"Hold still please." The cop shines his flashlight in my eyes and I know he's looking to see if they're dilated. He smirks.

"Are you in heat, ma'am?"

I freeze, unable to answer, so I just shake my head.

"You're not, huh? You sure?"

I nod, hoping he'll just let me go and this brief nightmare will end.

He sighs. "Mmm, k." He leans in the window and pushes my knees apart.

I can't help but notice how strong he is, how sure his movements are. How his big frame fills the open window. Obediently, I keep my knees spread for him.

He grips the edge of my skirt and, as I watch, stunned, he pulls my skirt up to expose my white panties.

"White, huh?" He watches me as he confidently slides his warm fingers under the waistband of my panties, and then slides his hand down to cup my pussy.

I gasp.

My lips part as he holds my pussy. His hand is so warm and thick and masculine.

My pussy tingles. It feels so right to have a man's hand between my thighs. I want to close my thighs around his invading hand. I want to grip his wrist, hold his palm tight against my pussy, and grind down on his fingers.

"Mm-hm," he hums, knowingly, as he slips his middle finger between my swollen, smooth, wet pussy lips.

His finger is so thick. It easily separates my tender, vulnerable labia. I can feel his finger sliding between my lips, searching.

I gasp, loudly, when his finger grazes my clit.

"Yeah, there it is," he says matter-of-factly. "Hold still." He smiles and gently rubs my clit.

For a split second, I feel like I'm back at college in biology lab. It's men's legal right to inspect and penetrate pussy like mine, and they're taught how to dominate a woman in class. Our professor dismissed the other women and pulled me in front of the class. He sat me in an exam chair, lifted my skirt, and pulled off my panties. Then, he had several young men spread my legs wide to fully expose my most private place to the whole class. He used me as a visual aid to demonstrate how to make a pussy in heat cum.

For an hour and fifteen minutes, the young men held my legs open and they all stood in line between my legs for the chance to spread my pussy lips, play with my clit, and slide their fingers in and out of my pussy. Our professor coached them how to make sure my legs were wide enough so they could properly see my pussy, how to use their fingers to spread open my pussy lips, how to locate and rub my clit, and how to penetrate my pussy with their fingers over and over.

I moaned the whole time.

At the end, the professor chose one lucky young man, who usually sat next to me in class, to make me orgasm using a dildo on a stick while several other guys kept my legs open. After that, the professor conducted regular, public inspections of my pussy until I graduated. He always found my pussy wet for him.

I wrap my fingers around the cops forearm as he holds my pussy, his thick finger spreading my pussy lips and rubbing my clit. "Oh my god..." I moan, tilting my hips to offer my pussy to his hand.

He keeps the beam of his flashlight on my face, watching my reaction.

"See," he says, rubbing my clit as he talks and watches me. "Any normal woman would be mortified right now." He stops rubbing my clit, but leaves his thick, masculine finger there between my soft pussy lips. His finger just rests there, teasing my clit; his other fingers cover my pussy like a blanket.

I groan. "No, please don't stop..." I whisper.

"You," he continues, watching my hips undulate as I start to hump his fingers, "are soaking wet. Your eyes are dilated, you're begging me to touch your pussy, and..." he leans in closer. "I can smell your wetness."

He pulls his hand out of my panties and stands up.

As soon as his fingers are gone, I come back to myself. I can't believe I just behaved like that in public, let alone in front of a cop - a man I've never met before. After college I promised myself that I would never be humiliated like that again. I've had such good self-control until now. My cheeks burn. I look down to find my skirt still flipped up and my panties out of place. My panties are wet.

"Stay right where you are, ma'am, and I'll be back in a second." The cop walks off toward his car.

I hastily fix my panties and skirt.

I think about pleading with him. I think about bribing him. I think about just driving away. But I know it's the law. A woman in heat cannot be allowed to wander free in public because she's not in her right mind and poses a danger to other citizens. I could swerve off the road, or into another car. These laws were created for the protection of the public and for myself. The cop is just doing his job.

I'm still nervous. And embarrassed.

A few minutes later, the cop comes back to my window. I catch a glimpse of his name tag this time. He is Officer Caine.

"Step out of the car, ma'am."

"Do we have to, Officer Caine? Couldn't we just.. you know.. in my car?"

"No, ma'am. Policy dictates certain procedures must be followed. Please exit your vehicle."

I obey.

"Follow me, please," he says as he walks toward his car.

As we walk back toward his car, several other police cars pull up behind his. Oddly, the first car pulls in backward behind his, trunk to trunk. The next car pulls up behind that one, hood facing hood about five feet apart. The other cops get out and wait by the two cars parked hood to hood.

Officer Caine stops at his car, rummages around in the trunk, and comes back with a black rod wrapped in protective plastic. It looks like a nightstick from last century, complete with a perpendicular handle on one side.

It scares me. Does he think I'll be violent? Did he grab that in case he needs to hit me?

We walk back to the other cops. They're all larger than me. I'm 5'3" and petite, and they're all at least 5'10" or taller. One has extra weight. Another is thinner. They all look virile.

I feel small.

"Where you wanna do this, Caine?" asks one of the other officers. He's the one with a few extra pounds.

"On your hood, Smith," says Caine as he unwraps the nightstick. "This way we have cameras from the front and back, as well as our body cams."

"Alright," says Smith. He and another officer move to stand by me.

Caine looks at me. "Please remove your panties, miss." He shoves the plastic wrap into a pocket in his pants. Light from the headlights reflects off the hard, shiny surface of the rod.

I'm stunned. "Here?" I ask, weakly. "In front of..." I motion to the other officers. "...and out in public?"

"Yes, ma'am. We are trained to be efficient. Please remove your panties."

"I..." I'm so nervous, I can't move.

Caine nods to Smith, as if conveying some silent code.

Smith smirks and nods back, then addresses the third officer standing beside us. "Help me out, McKay. Lift her skirt."

McKay reaches down, grasps the bottom edge of my skirt, and unceremoniously lifts it to reveal my panties.

"Wait, wait.." I whisper, not ready for any of this. I start to reach for McKay's arms to stop him, but then I remember Caine's nightstick. I don't want to resist and cause more trouble for myself. I simply rest my hands on McKay's strong forearms. His hair tickles my fingers.

Smith grabs the hem of my panties and pulls them down to my ankles.

"Oh my god," I whisper, mortified. Smith is still holding my skirt up and instantly I feel the breeze against my bare pussy.

"Please step out of your panties, miss," Smith tells me.

I obey and he lifts them up to inspect them.

He whistles in appreciation. "Boy, would you look at this. They're soaked. I doubt we'll need lube." He holds up my panties for his dash cam.

Smith chuckles. "I don't know why they make us carry lube. They're all soaked, they want it so bad."

"Alright, that's enough. Take off the rest of her clothes," says Caine.

"Must I be fully nude?" I ask, already embarrassed in my semi-nude state.

Caine nods. "You must be dominated in your natural state. Your natural state is naked. This is so men can easily inspect and penetrate you."

An officer has never spoken to me this way before. I blush hard.

Smith and McKay make short work of my clothes, letting my skirt fall to the ground and pulling off my top. McKay uses one hand to unhook my bra in a smooth, practiced move.

In under a minute, I'm naked on the side of the roadway, my tits exposed and my nipples hardening.

"Put her on the hood, guys," says Caine.

Smith and McKay each grab an arm and lift me backward, then upward, and I find my bare bottom resting on the warm hood of Smith's car.

Caine steps up to my knees, looking stern. "Okay, now. By law, we have to do this, and we have to record it to ensure we've followed proper procedure. Are you going to try to fight me, or are you going to let us do our jobs?"

My eyes burn with the beginnings of tears. I shake my head. "No, sir. I'll be good."

"Good girl," says Caine. Then he turns to the fourth officer. "Travis, go set up your dash cam."

Travis jogs over to the car facing us, hops inside, and adjusts the camera. Then he returns to us. "Okay, it's recording."

I glance at the camera in Travis's car. I'm sitting on the hood of a police car, without any clothes on, in front of these officers and the public at large, and I know the cameras are recording all of this.

I know I'll be the next headline people talk about. I know men will organize parties to watch me moan while I'm penetrated. They'll be entertained by my orgasm and laugh at my need. They'll talk about how they'd all fuck me.

My pussy clenches reflexively at the thought.

Caine looks back at me. "Spread your legs, ma'am."

I swallow nervously and blink up at him. Surely there's another way. I hesitate, trying to figure a way out of this, pressing my knees together protectively.

Caine sighs. "C'mon, miss. Spread your legs, or we'll do it for you."

I can't bring myself to do it. I shake my head.

"Alright." Caine nods to Smith and McKay.

Smith grabs my left ankle and knee and McKay grabs my right ankle and knee. They forcibly spread my legs, pulling them wide to expose my flushed, wet pussy.

My inner thighs burn deliciously. I watch as my smoothly shaved pussy lips peel apart, revealing my inner labia and clit to the Officers and their cameras. I know the police department will have footage of my pussy on file now. Any man who asks may receive a copy of the recordings to view my pussy and verify it was properly used. I feel exposed and vulnerable.

A car approaches. At first, McKay's body is blocking the view for anyone who might drive by. McKay looks up, sees the car approaching, and backs up. The movement spreads my legs wider and puts my pussy clearly on display for whoever might be driving by. The driver slows down and I see several young men staring wide-eyed at me as the car passes.

"No!" I whisper, humiliated. Instinctively, I reach down and cover myself.

Caine takes out two pairs of handcuffs. He pries my hands off my pussy and slips the cuffs around my wrists. Then he lifts my cuffed hands over my head and secures them to a windshield wiper with the second set of cuffs.

Then, he walks back to stand between my spread legs. All four officers are staring at my pussy now.

I try to pull my legs free, testing the officers' grip, but they're so much bigger and stronger than I am.

"I like when they resist," says McKay with a chuckle. "It makes them cum harder, and I love watching their pussies twitch."

"Whew, would you look at that," says Smith as I struggle weakly against him. "That's one smooth pussy. She must have just shaved. Or waxed."

"Stop, please...please don't look at my pussy," I beg.

"We have to look at your pussy, ma'am. We're going to watch your pussy to make sure you orgasm while being penetrated," Caine explains.

I am humiliated. My eyes burn, but my pussy grows wetter.

"Smith, back up and spread her legs wider," Caine directs. "We need to make sure the cameras see everything, especially the repeated penetration and when her pussy orgasms."

McKay leans in to look closer. "Such a wet pussy. The fuck tool will slide right in."

"Please don't do this," I whisper. I can feel the tears in my eyes, but my pussy has never been more needy. It aches.

"She wants it," says Travis. "Make her take it, boss. Dominate that pussy like the law says."

McKay pulls on my inner thigh and I feel my inner lips separate further. "That's a tight hole." He looks up at me. "Your pussy is gonna stretch real nice."

I glance at the rod. Now that Caine has moved closer, it looks bigger than I'd thought. "It's too big," I tell Caine.

"Miss, this is a standard penetration phallus. Your pussy will stretch to accommodate it." He presses the smooth, rounded head of the baton against my pussy, rubbing it gently between my soaked inner pussy lips. The head spreads my lips open, and the black tip shines with my juices.

It's not warm. I gasp. My hips twitch.

Smith chuckles. "Sensitive pussy."

"Yeah, see how flushed her labia are?" Says Caine, stroking one of my outer pussy lips. The other officers nod.

I suppress a moan.

Caine advises his subordinates. "If you're ever off-duty and you see her, check her pussy to see if it's swollen, wet, and flushed. If it is, go ahead and use it. If she's in heat, and she resists, restrain her, force her legs open, and fuck her pussy. You're protected by law as long as you force an orgasm. Record everything."

Now that they know I go into heat, I know they'll be watching for me when they're off duty. I imagine a future where unfamiliar men reach between my legs to fondle and feel my pussy, no matter where I am. Where men take my panties and spread my legs so they can peel apart my pussy lips and examine my entrance. Where random men slip their hands into my panties to rub my clit and finger my pussy before bending me over to fuck me.

Caine continues. "Unfortunately, we have to use alternate means while on-duty. Ethics and all. So, sorry honey, but when you cum this time, your pussy will milk the rod instead of a nice, warm cock. But don't worry - it's got a built-in ejaculat to make you feel nice and full. Is this your first time being treated?"

I nod, a little terrified and trying not to cry.

"Well, don't you worry. I'll fuck you the way I know your pussy needs, in accordance with policy. Deep and thoroughly, in public, while other men watch you being used."

Caine lifts the tip of the baton and presses it to my entrance. Then he meets my gaze.

"Be a good girl. Take it," he soothes.

Pressure builds on my entrance, and I realize he's pushing the baton into my hole.

My entrance stretches. And stretches. The baton is thicker than the toy I'm used to. I moan as the stretch becomes uncomfortable. Then the tip pops inside my pussy.

I squeak and wriggle, my body's unconscious reaction to finally being penetrated.

"Hold her still. Don't let her squirm," Caine commands his men.

Their grips tighten around my spread legs.

Pleasure invades my body, washing over every nerve. My legs quiver against the men's chests. My nipples ache. Distantly, I recognize they're hard. Then my body relaxes, and I moan softly.