The cool evening air blew through Katie's long blonde hair as the young woman, just weeks past her 24th birthday, stood on the balcony of her apartment while she and a couple friends passed around a joint. Katie took a drag and handed it off to the next person, coughing a bit as she inhaled marijuana for the first time in years. Then she took another sip of the drink in her other hand, getting slightly more drunk as she swallowed the fire water.
Interestingly enough, not three years earlier, Katie had been an example of morality. Shortly after she turned 21, however, she realized she really enjoyed drinking, a bad habit that led to some other unwholesome activities. The habitual drinking led almost immediately to poor decisions with her sex life, decisions that cost her her then-boyfriend but added three other boys with whom she regularly slept with. That dynamic culminated one night when all three boys banged her at once, and Katie was instantly hooked on group sex.
Sex and alcohol began to dominate Katie's social life. She still refused to do hard drugs, but that choice didn't stop her from prohibiting her new friends from doing them in her home, which, she imagined, was more than likely going on at that moment as the party continued in her apartment. She didn't care. It's not like she was responsible for their decisions. Beside the little weed she had smoked tonight, everything she had personally done was perfectly legal.
Amid the music and chatter, Katie barely distinguished the pounding on the door of her apartment around 1 o'clock that night. She really thought nothing of it until she heard the panicked cries of her party guests, most of whom made a hasty exit. It wasn't until it was too late that she noticed two uniformed police officers raid her home. When all was said and done, Katie's guests were quick to point Katie out as the host, and, while many of the culprits had either escaped or were allowed to immediately vacate the dwelling, there was no getting out of it for the busty blonde. She, along with a couple others, were apprehended by the cops, and there was enough illegal activity found to ensure that Katie would be spending the rest of the night at the station.
Once the whirlwind settled down, the reality of the situation gripped Katie as she sat in the police station with her hands cuffed behind her back while three officers chatted a few yards away from her. Katie caught only bits and pieces of what the boys in blue were saying, and she couldn't even be sure it was she they were discussing, but she gathered she was in fairly big trouble. There was enough charged to her to keep her locked up for a while, a situation that would certainly interfere with her classes and employment. At this point, Katie couldn't help but begin to sob.
One of the cops, a tall, built black gentleman who couldn't have been more than 10 years Katie's elder, noticed Katie's distress and assured the pale blonde that no amount of tears were going to sway the officers from doing their job. Katie refrained from speaking, though she likely would have been unable to mutter anything intelligible through her sobs anyway.
Another officer, he a little older, white, tall and fairly thin, said to his partners, "We should just throw her in the drunk tank and be done with this shit for the night."
The third officer, clearly the oldest of the three, also white, fit and somewhat tall, laughed and said, "You know what's likely to happen in there." The other two chuckled along with him. Katie remained silent, now holding back tears as she thought about what wretched fate awaited her tonight.
"Aren't you curious?" the black cop said to Katie, clearly eager to clue her in.
"I just want to go home," Katie wailed, finally breaking her silence.
"Normally on the weekends," the black cop said, ignoring Katie's plea, "we don't bother to keep an eye on the cell with all the drunks. There's just too many of them. And we've heard stories about what happens when a pretty young thing like you ends up in there on a night like this." Katie couldn't help but initially be flattered by being called "a pretty young thing." She had always wished she were thinner than she currently was, but she exercised, ate right and at least had a nice rack to go with her slightly thicker frame.
Of course, when the totality of the officer's statement sank in, Katie went into a panic. The thought of being at the mercy of a cell full of drunk men terrified her. Once again came the tears.
"I don't know about you boys," said the younger white officer, "but that sounds like a pretty hot night for our little party girl here."
"Take her away," said the black cop.
"Stop!" Katie screamed. "Wait!"
"What is it?" said the older cop. Katie saw from his badge that his name was Matthews.
"You gentlemen can do whatever you want with me," she pleaded. "Have your way. I think it would be really hot, actually. Just don't put me in there."
The black cop, Evans his name, grabbed one of Katie's arms, and Katie's heart sank. Then the third officer, Hodges, chimed in with, "Tell you what," taking hold of Katie's other arm, "we're all here until 8 am. Once you've spent a few hours in the tank, we might take you up on that offer." All Katie could do is cry.
If Katie didn't have bad luck, she would have had no luck at all. The drunk tank was comprised of at least 15 individuals, all male. Most of them were gross, middle-aged men, some of which were likely homeless. A few in the group weren't so bad looking, but it didn't really make Katie feel any better. As Hodges and Evans escorted Katie into the cell, the young woman begged for mercy but received none. Once her cuffs were loosed, the cell door was shut behind her, and the cops began to make their exit. On the way out, Hodges said to the crowd, "We'll be back to check in three hours. Until then, just keep everyone alive." After those words, the door to the hallway shut, and Katie slowly, timidly turned around to see that she was, in fact, the focal point of 15 sets of eyes.
Katie couldn't even manage a word of protest and hardly even resisted, knowing there was no escaping her fate. Within a minute she was surrounded, and within two she had been stripped naked against her will, hands all over her pale, smooth flesh. Katie yelped, whined and sobbed, but she tried her best to relax, knowing tension would only make this awful, unstoppable experience that much worse. For the next few hours, she kept her eyes closed most of the time, as if to shut down any senses she could while her cell mates commenced gangbanging her.
For the next couple hours, all 15 men had their way with the 24-year-old blonde. They started by bending her over and taking turns fucking her from behind while two or three other guys held her still as she screamed. Her lovely tits were nearly never free, always being caressed, pinched or squeezed by at least one hand. After several moments of the men's lining up behind Katie, one of them pushed her down onto the dirty floor, rolled her onto her back and pinned her down by her wrists as he pumped in and out of her pussy over and over again. Tears had long since ruined Katie's makeup, but the tarnished appearance didn't deter her assailant in the least.
This guy railed Katie against the cold floor until he came inside the young girl and pulled out, a trickle of seman dripping from Katie's used cunt. Another guy quickly replaced the last one, and he rested Katie's legs on his shoulders and fucked the lady while two other guys kept her pinned down. Katie's magnificent breasts rocked up and down which each thrust into that hot body until the guy pulled out just in time to spend his load on those luscious tits.
The next guy forced Katie on top of him, holding her in place on her hands and knees, fixing the young lady on his cock. Before the guy even got going, another one stepped up behind Katie and impaled her ass with his erection and then lay on top of her back, sandwiching the slut between him and the other guy, successfully double-penetrating her. Katie was actually a big fan of having both her ass and pussy stuffed at once by two guys, but this time the context was less than desirable.