It Takes A Village

Lana stared blankly at the two police officers for a moment, then she seemed to suddenly remember she was naked and covered in cum. Her face turned red and she twisted her body, trying unsuccessfully to cover her private parts.

Both officers ignored her embarrassment. “Dispatch, this is Officer Johnson,” one of them said into his radio. “We’ve got a code 117 here at the Starlight Motel. Criminal  has been apprehended, and we will proceed to the station. Over.” He lowered the radio and scowled at his partner. “Wang, you want to slap some cuffs on her before she runs out the door?”

The other man hesitated for half a beat before answering. “Uhhh, I would, but someone already beat me to it,” Wang said, looking down at Lana’s zip tied wrists. “Looks like she’s been having a lot of fun tonight.”

Johnson rolled his eyes. “Cut those off her, and get some proper handcuffs. Get that disgusting thing out of her mouth while you’re at it.”

Lana’s eyes had been darting nervously between the two officers, but when she heard that the ring gag was finally coming off, she visibly relaxed, and didn’t resist when Wang grabbed her by the arms and forced her to her feet. She sighed with relief when he used a penknife to cut the zip ties, and then unfastened her collar.

She coughed when the gag was removed, and spent a few seconds working her jaw before she could speak. “Th… thank you…” she eventually croaked. “My… my name is…”

“You are under arrest for the crime of prostitution,” Johnson interrupted. Lana’s eyes widened. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have-”

“Wait, this is a mistake!” the blonde protested. She sounded almost like herself again; the events of the day had shaken her, but regaining her voice had gone a long way toward restoring her usual attitude. “Listen, my name is Lana Williamson and I am the victim here, do you understand?!”

“Wang, you mind shutting her up so I can get this over with?” Johnson asked crossly.

“No problem!” his partner said cheerfully, and slapped Lana hard across the face.

She seemed absolutely dumbfounded by this. Even getting pepper sprayed by Mitchell hadn’t rattled her so badly. To people of Lana’s social status, police were servants, friendly and respectful guardians there to help people. She had no experience being on the other side, and stood there in mute shock as she was read her rights.

“Gonna need a few minutes in the bathroom after we drop the whore off at the station,” Wang observed, grimacing at his now sticky hands.

“Yeah, we’ll have to power wash the whole backseat thanks to this filthy bitch,” his partner grumbled.

“Look,” Lana said sharply, trying to regain control of the situation. “I am not a prostitute. I was brought here against my will and raped.”

“Uh huh,” Johnson said flatly. “That’s what all you whores say.” His nose wrinkled. “And God, your fucking breath stinks.”

Her face turned red, but she didn’t back down. “I am telling the truth! I was transported here and raped by three men, and I would like them formally charged!”

“Hey, maybe she’s telling the truth!” Wang pointed out. Johnson gave him a skeptical look. “We all know its common practice for rapists to pay their victims, right?” He pointed at the cum splattered bills on the mattress, and his partner snorted.

“That’s… that’s because they kept insisting I was a prostitute!” Lana protested. “I tried to tell them I wasn’t, but they wouldn’t listen because of that gag, and I couldn’t stop them because I was tied up!”

Johnson rubbed his forehead as though he was developing a headache. “So they tied you up, gagged you, then told you that you were a whore?”

The blonde hesitated. “No, I… I was already tied up and gagged when they found me.”

The two officers shared a look, and Johnson sighed. “And you were already like this because…?”

“Because someone else raped me and stole my car!” Lana’s tone was indignant, but she had an uneasy look on her face as she realized how unlikely her own story sounded.

“This is a fucking waste of time,” Johnson muttered. “Come on, let’s just get her in the goddamn car and go.”

Another woman might have accepted that this was a losing battle. Even Lana, if she was thinking more clearly, might have realized that she wasn’t doing herself any favors. But she was angry and upset and sick of not being treated like the most important person in the room.

“Listen to me, you insignificant little men,” she hissed. “My name is Lana Williamson, and when your commissioner hears about the way you’ve treated me, your careers will be so fucked, you won’t be able to get a job as a fucking crossing guard in this country. I will personally order a policeman’s ball to celebrate the day one of you puts a gun in your mouth, and use the money to install a urinal at the gravesite so visitors can-“

Wang tased her in the stomach.

Both men laughed as she collapsed to the ground, convulsing. Urine ran down her legs as she lost control of her bladder, and after a few seconds of flailing, she was soaked in almost as much piss as she was in cum.

“Let’s load the bitch up and go,” Johnson said when they were done laughing. “Be nice to get some actual fucking police work done tonight.” Wang nodded and hauled her to her feet, then the two frogmarched her out of the room and into their vehicle.

“I thought we agreed to call me Cheng,” Wang whispered to his partner as Johnson started up the car.

“Aww, come on, Johnson and Wang? It’s hilarious!” Johnson whispered back.

Wang sighed, then spoke at a normal volume. “Why don’t we take her to that rest stop first, clean her off? Otherwise by the time we get to the station, we’ll never wash the stench of this filthy slut out of the seats.”

“Good thinking,” Johnson agreed. “I’d ask her how many weeks it’s been she last bathed, but she’d just lie some more.”

“I… I’m not lying…” Lana slurred as they started up the car. “Was raped…”

“Uh huh,” Johnson said absently as he pulled out of the motel lot. “Someone tied you up, gagged you, raped you, and stole your car. It’s a national epidemic.”

“No, he…” Lana paused as she realized this wasn’t going to make her story any more believable, but she soldiered on. “He wasn’t the one who tied me up. That was… the first man who raped me…”

“It’s called compulsive lying,” Wang said casually. “It’s actually like really sad.”

“Yeah, I’ll cry a fucking river over this crazy bitch when I get home,” Johnson said.

“It’s true!” the blonde whined. “Look, it doesn’t matter if you don’t believe me about the first two. I am not a prostitute, and the three men at the motel raped me!”

“And paid you,” Wang reminded her.

“Because they THOUGHT I was a prostitute!”

“They have any guns with them?” Johnson asked. “Knives?”

“No…” she admitted.

“They threaten you with physical violence?”

“N-Not exactly, but they threatened to leave me there on the side of the road! I would have died!”

“So they brought you out to the desert, then threatened to leave you there.”

“…No, it was the… I was already out there, and they were giving me a ride.”

“And while you were hitchhiking, did they tell you that you were a whore, or did they ask?”

“They, they asked, but then they threatened to leave me if I said no!”

Johnson sighed. “Let me see if I have this story straight, Miss Williams.”

“WILLIAMSON.”

“Whatever. You’re hitchhiking in the desert, some guys offer to give you a ride. They’re not the reason you’re out there, they have no legal obligation to assist you, they’re just some random good samaritans. At no point do they threaten you with physical harm, they just indicate they only wish to give you a ride if you are a prostitute. You want a ride, so you lie to them that you are a prostitute. They announce their intention of bringing you to a motel and paying for sex. You continue to accept the ride and continue to lie to them that you are a prostitute. You reach the motel. They pay you money. You spread your legs. Is any part of that incorrect?”

“That… but that’s not…”

“Is any part of that incorrect, Miss Williams?”

“…No.”

“Then I have good news: you were not raped. You’re just a very stupid whore.”

“Huh,” Wang said as Lana blinked back tears. “Tried looking up that name she gave. You know there’s a real Lana Williamson? Beautiful piece of ass too.” He held his phone up.

Johnson whistled. “Fuck me. Wish we had that sexy cunt with us instead of this ugly whore.”

“I am Lana!” the blonde insisted desperately.

“Yep, and I’m Leonardo DiCaprio,” Wang said. “Let me guess: one of the six people who raped you today stole your ID while they were at it?”

“It… it was five people, not six…” Lana said weakly.

“Terribly sorry, Miss Williamson. Let me invite you to my next movie premiere to apologize.”

No one spoke after that for several minutes, Lana stewing in sullen silence, until they reached the rest stop. “Out you go, bitch, and keep those legs moving. Wang, this whore gives us any trouble, fry her lying tongue off.”

“Happily!”

The blonde expected them to march her into one of the bathrooms, where signs indicated there would be shower stalls, but instead they led her to the back of the building, where there was a manual car wash station. “Why are we here…?” she asked suspiciously.

Johnson scowled. “Think we’re gonna waste perfectly good soap and hot water on your dirty ass? Stuck up cunt.”

Then he pointed one of the hoses at her and turned it on.

Lana screamed as the high pressure blast of ice cold water struck her naked body. She put her hands up, trying to block the stream, but the cop just tilted the hose. “Stop making this difficult, bitch! Spread your legs, hands on the back of your head, now!”

When Lana didn’t respond, he nodded to Wang, who stepped forward and tased her again. She fell to the ground, still soaked in icy water, and Johnson kicked her in the ribs.

“You have five seconds, lazy bitch, then you get another! Stand up, spread your legs, hands on the back of your head! Five! Four! Three!”

Still twitching, the blonde woman scrambled to her feet and obeyed. Johnson immediately began spraying the sensitive and exposed parts of her body: breasts, crotch, armpits. She shuddered and fell down, and the taser went off again.

It took multiple tries before the woman could endure the harsh spray without falling or putting her hands down, both of which earned another zap. Johnson flicked the stream around at random, looking to elicit a reaction, but she stoically held still, teeth chattering.

“Spread those cunt lips!” he snarled. When she just looked at him in disbelief, he signaled his partner.

One visit from the taser later, Lana was spreading her pussy lips apart with her fingers so that Johnson could hose her orifice down with cold water. Globs of cum ran out of her as her insides were power washed.

“Turn around, bend over, spread cheeks!” was the next command. Lana whimpered, but obeyed.

“You know, I was thinking,” Wang said out loud to his partner as they gave the blonde an impromptu enema. “What if she’s telling the truth?”

Lana started at that, but remained bent over, hands on cheeks.

Johnson snorted. “This lying bitch? Yeah, right.”

“Sure, but if she IS, and she really has gotten raped three times today… why not a fourth?”

Lana froze.

“She’s not COMPLETELY unfuckable now that she’s been cleaned up a little,” Johnson admitted. “But she’s still a lying bitch.”

“That’s even better!” Wang pointed out. “She lies about three rapes, who’s going to think the fourth was real?”

“You can’t do this to m-“ Another shock from the taser put her down.

“Back in first position, cunt!” Johnson roared. “Legs spread, hands on back of head! The adults are talking! Next time you speak or move out of turn, I swear to god, we’ll tase your filthy lying ass until the batteries run out! Now move!”

Lana obeyed.

“You ever decide what hole you wanted?” Johnson asked quietly while hosing down the blonde.

Wang shrugged. “I was hoping she’d lose the ring gag before it was our turn. Don’t really want to be the first one she can bite.”

“You gotta think positively, man! You can be the first one to get a real suckjob from her. Here, I got your back.” Johnson raised his voice. “Listen up, bitch! My partner and I have a little bet going! He thinks you’re so fucking stupid, you’d try to bite his cock if he stuck it in your mouth, even knowing we’d torture you to death and bury you out in the desert! Me, I think even the stupidest animals have better survival instincts than that! So who’s right?”

“I… I wouldn’t bite…” Lana said reluctantly.

“Because if you did…?”

“I wouldn’t bite because… if I did… you’d torture me to death and bury me in the desert…” she finished miserably.

Johnson clapped Wang on the back. “See?” he whispered. “Go get her, champ!” He turned off the spray and shouted “On all fours, bitch! We forgot to do a cavity search!”

Still shivering, Lana looked at them angrily, trying to will them not to do this. “You won’t get away with this,” she swore. “I’ll make you regret this for the rest of your lives.”

“You know what, bitch?” Johnson said as he approached her. “You’re lucky you’re a crazy whore and no one will ever believe you. Because if I thought anyone would…” He drew a finger across his neck. “Now get on all fours for your goddamn cavity search.”

The blonde glared at them for a moment longer, and then reluctantly sank down. Her expression didn’t change, but when it’s a beautiful naked woman on all fours doing the glaring, it just hits different, you know?

Wang grabbed two fistfuls of her hair, and twisted her head up to look at him. “No teeth,” he reminded her, speaking like a man commanding a dog. “Good bitch. No teeth.”

I don’t know if Lana would’ve bitten him if they’d tried this earlier. Maybe she would’ve. Maybe even Mitchell could’ve gotten away with a blowjob, if she believed he’d kill her. I’m not a mind reader. But I can tell you this: the old Lana would’ve kept her mouth shut a lot longer when his cock first poked her cheek. She would’ve made him work for it before submitting. But this Lana only hesitated for a second before parting her pretty lips with a sigh and taking him into her mouth.

Wang tensed, expecting a nasty surprise, but from the pleased look on his face, all he encountered was her soft sweet tongue. He began rocking his hips, his cock already dipping into her throat.

At the same time, Johnson was kneeling behind her. He lined his cock up with her slit, then speared it in a single thrust. Lana grunted at the sudden invasion, but she kept sucking.

“You’re just a stupid little whore, you know that?” he told her as he put his hands on her hips and began thrusting back and forth. “You pretend you’re someone special, but we all know you’re not. We could kill you, and no one would care. You’re just a filthy gutter whore getting spitroasted, and that’s all you’ll ever be.”

Lana made an angry sound around Wang’s cock. “Don’t believe me?” Johnson mocked. “Think you’re more than just a whore?” She nodded fiercely. “Then I’ll prove it.”

He abruptly stopped moving, taking his hands off her hips. Lana looked confused, but she wasn’t about to complain, and besides, she had a cock to suck.

“Don’t move, Wang,” Johnson ordered. “This whore is gonna do all the work.”

“But-“ Wang began to protest.

“Trust me.”

Wang reluctantly let his hands fall from Lana’s hair, and for a moment all three of them stood still, the two men’s cocks still buried inside the blonde.

Then Johnson slid his baton out of its holster and rammed it up Lana’s ass.

She squealed as the nightstick filled her guts, and again as he began pumping and twisting it inside of her. It was a slender thing compared to the cocks that had been in there today, but it was also hard, straight, and long. Whenever he jabbed it into her rectum, it forced her tunnel to conform to its shape, literally rearranging her guts. “Feel that?” he growled. “That’s you, on your knees in the dirt, getting sodomized. You still feel like someone special, cunt?! You think a lot of important people get police batons in their guts?!”

The nightstick was streaked red with blood by now, and Lana groaned in misery every time it bottomed out in her. “Will shitting in diapers for the rest of your life make you feel like a strong, independent woman?” he mocked. “When you wake up every morning with shit stains on your sheets because of the way I’m straightening out your intestines right now, will you feel important and powerful? Well?!’

“Nooooo…” she moaned.

“So say it! Say you are nobody and you are nothing, or I’ll ream this shithole until it never closes again!”

Pride and self preservation fought on Lana’s face. “I… I… I…”

“Give me your nightstick,” Johnson ordered.

“You sure?” Wang asked, but he was already unholstering it.

“I’m sick of this bitch thinking she’s someone who matters. Gonna prove her wrong or kill her trying.”

I don’t think Lana actually knew what he was about to do. She was so focused on the pain of her rectal reaming, I don’t think she was listening to them at all.

But that changed when she felt the second nightstick poke at her already occupied asshole.

“Noooo!” she shouted, her voice filled with anger and desperate denial. “Nooo! You can’t!”

But he could. And he did.

Lana screamed in agony as Johnson managed to wedge the second baton into her asshole alongside the first. His bodycam showed us her anus, and it was a sight to see. A few hours ago, she’d been an anal virgin, her crinkled entrance so small you couldn’t have squeezed a pin in there without causing discomfort. Now it was stretched and distended around the two nightsticks, dilated farther than any one cock could have managed, a gaping uneven hole leaking blood.

“Say it!” he yelled as he began pumping and angling both sticks, fighting to bury them both even deeper into her guts. “Say it, bitch!”

Let me say this about Lana Williamson. I hate the woman, and I don’t regret anything we did to her, but I also have to respect her. Most people, myself included, would’ve given up instantly under this amount of torture, without even counting the hours of abuse and humiliation she’d already endured. But not Lana. She held on, gritting her teeth and refusing to give in, for fourteen entire seconds. That is genuinely, honestly, an incredible testament to her physical and mental endurance.

And it didn’t matter for shit.

“I am nothing!” she howled at the fifteen second mark. “I am nobody! I am nothing! I am nobody!”

“You’re just a stupid lying whore!” Johnson shouted at her.

“I’m just a stupid lying whore! I’m just a stupid lying whore! I’m a just stupid lying whore! I’m just a stupid lying whooooooore!”

He let go of the nightsticks, but he left them inside her, still obscenely wedged in her guts. “So fuck us, whore!”

She did. Half mad from the pain, Lana went at her task in a frenzy. I watched her gurgle and drool, spit bubbling from her lips as she violently facefucked herself on Wang’s prick. Her hips were a blur as she smashed them against Johnson’s, ramrodding her pussy with his fat cock in a desperate attempt to make her suffering stop.

It didn’t take long for either man to finish in that condition. They came at roughly the same time, grabbing hold of Lana and burying themselves into her. The blonde twitched and shuddered between them, still trying to fuck herself on their dicks as they emptied their balls into her womb and stomach.

If she thought success would bring relief, she was mistaken. As the two men slipped out of her, Johnson grabbed her hair and pulled, forcing her to swivel around until it was his cock at her lips and Wang’s at her slit. “Now do it again, whore,” he growled.

She did.

An hour later, Lana was slumped facedown across the backseat of their service car, both nightsticks still protruding from her asshole. According to the dashboard, it was a little past midnight. As the two officers conversed, ignoring the naked woman behind them, she quietly whispered her new mantra, her eyes unfocused. “I’m nothing…. I’m nobody… I’m nothing… I’m nobody…”

She didn’t react when the car pulled into a gas station, or when Johnson got out. Wang looked back at her. “We’re gonna take a piss break, slut. You gonna be okay out here by yourself for a couple minutes?”

“I’m nothing… I’m nobody…”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Though, uh, just between you and me…” He leaned in, putting his face right up against the partition and speaking in a hushed whisper. “ARE you Lana Williamson? Johnson’s sure you’re a liar, but… I mean, you do look just a little bit like her, if I squint… but you were kidding, right? That wasn’t for real?”

Her eyes focused on him. “I’m just a stupid lying whore…” she mumbled.

Wang grinned at her. “Perfect! Back soon.”

Lana laid there senseless for a time, until there was a knock on the window. With a great deal of effort, she slowly tilted her head upwards, until she was looking at a young woman with pink hair, early twenties, who wore a concerned expression as she held a handwritten sign up against the window. ARE YOU OKAY?

Lana shook her head weakly. “I’m nothing… I’m nobody…” Then she let her head slump back down.

A few seconds later, the door rattled, then popped open. “Fuck yeah,” said the pink haired girl, holding a couple hairpins. “Knew this couldn’t be too hard to…” Her expression paled as she took in Lana’s condition. “Shit… those pigs did a real fucking number on you, didn’t they?”

“Help…” the blonde croaked.

“Yeah, yeah, I, uh… fuck, can you walk?” Lana shook her head. “Okay, uh, I guess I’ll have to support you. And I…” She winced. “I’m gonna have to remove those, uh, sticks first. I’m gonna be as gentle as I can, okay?”

She gingerly leaned over. “On the count of three…” Unseen by Lana, she grinned at one of the cameras and flashed a peace sign. “One…” She grabbed both nightsticks and wrenched them out of the blonde’s guts in a single violent motion.

Lana screamed in agony. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” the girl breathed. “Fuck, those must have really hurt, huh? I was being super slow and gentle, I promise.”

It took a few minutes for the girl to half drag, half carry Lana back to her own car and get her into the passenger seat. “Here, drink this,” she said, pressing a bottle of water into the blonde’s hand. “You look like you need it.”

She closed the door for Lana, skipped to the drivers side, and waved to Johnson and Wang, who were keeping an eye on things. They cheerfully waved back.

By the time she got back in the car, the drugged bottle of water was empty, and Lana was already snoring. “Mmm,” the girl purred, reaching over to casually squeeze one of the blonde’s tits. “Sleep well, Lana. When you wake up, we’ll have some real fun…”