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“Officer 148, Zhu Yuan, now in pursuit!”
She barreled down the alley, badge glinting in the half-light, boots pounding out sharp, uncompromising beats on the rain-slicked pavement.
Her target—a wiry, tan-skinned hooligan with a shock of blonde hair and a baseball bat clutched in one hand, shorts clinging scandalously tight to his backside. He’d bolted the moment she’d rounded the corner, muscles in his legs flexing and ass absolutely straining against the meager fabric as he zig-zagged like a startled rodent.
Zhu Yuan’s breath hitched. Just a flash of heat beneath her ribs… nothing more than the thrill of pursuit. She refused to let her professionalism waver, even when her eyes strayed, just for a second, to the boy’s… assets. She may have been into younger men, but absolutely not when those men were wanted by the law!
In a breath the boy vaulted over a trash bin. His shorts rode up further, those twin hills of tan skin tensing and relaxing in a way that was so distracting, so… indecent. Even for a criminal. Unacceptable. She could practically hear her internal manual screaming at her.
“Officer 148, suspect is… ah… moving northbound along Third,” Zhu Yuan panted into her comm, cheeks burning hotter than a malfunctioning grenade. She turned a hard corner after him, vest skimming the brickwork. “Suspect appears athletic and… intent on escape!”
“Need some help with this one?” The radio chirped, and Qingyi’s voice came through, her tone lax as always.
Zhu Yuan blurted into her radio. “Negative! He’s just a boy! I can take him!”
The boy looked back, grinning, eyes alight with mischief. “You’re kinda slow for a cop, fat lady!”
Zhu Yuan nearly choked. “Slow? F-Fat?! I-I am pursuing at optimal efficiency,” she barked, but he’d already shot ahead, the curve of his ass practically taunting her with every step. She gritted her teeth and picked up the pace. The boy’s baseball bat bounced against his shoulder as he ran, and Zhu Yuan found herself unwillingly cataloguing the way his shirt was bunched up at his lower back, exposing a sliver of tanned skin. It would be so easy to reach out, close the gap, and…
No. Absolutely not. This was a matter of discipline, not… temptation. She was a decorated officer!
And yet… there was something about the way criminals always seemed to run from her. The way they flexed and panicked and put everything they had into the effort, like they knew being caught by Zhu Yuan meant utter defeat. She liked that. The thrill of the chase. The thrill of the hunt. Although if she ever spoke that out loud, she might be teased by the entire precinct. And she could only imagine what Jane Doe would have to say about rhetoric like that…
“Stop right there!” Her tone was ironclad, but her mind was a mess. The suspect’s shorts clung to his ass, every stride making it jiggle just slightly. She could almost imagine cupping those cheeks in her gloved hands for the sake of a strip search. Strictly professional, of course. Even as her brain buzzed crudely at the thought.
“Mmm… focus, Zhu Yuan… focus,” she hissed to herself, sweating under her uniform vest. She’d rather be hit with a hundred paperwork citations than admit she was blushing this much over a delinquent brat with a nice rear.
The boy darted through a shortcut, slamming his palm on a chain-link fence and vaulting it with a little bounce, shorts riding up so high she wondered if the boy even realized how much ass he was showing off. Zhu Yuan surged after him, boots splashing through puddles, vest creaking tight over her chest. She felt a flush rising in her cheeks again, but she refused to let herself be distracted by lewd thoughts—not when she was in the heat of pursuit! Her thighs burned. Her lungs heaved.
But the alleyway pinched narrower. Pipes and trash bins jutted from the walls. Random laundry lines sagged overhead, drooping low with heavy, sopping-wet bedsheets. She barreled forward, determined to keep her pace optimal, but…
Wham!
Her hips slammed into a perched old mop bucket, sending it spinning away with a CLANG! She grit her teeth, mortified. The boy was already rounding the next corner, glancing back with a smirk plastered across his face. He was taunting her. Deliberately squeezing through a narrow spot in the fence, shaking his ass with every step like it was some kind of challenge.
Zhu Yuan grunted, ducking low and following, but her own ass caught on the rusted metal. Her vest rode up, and her utility belt snagged on a bent pipe. She had to twist and pull, which made her backside jiggle and wobble with every effort. The friction of her thick thighs was almost audible—a soft, rhythmic squeak as she powered through the tight space, only to get snagged again by a dangling rope of underwear.
“Ugh… protocol never prepared me for this…” she muttered, face burning hot. Her uniform, so pristine at the start of the chase, was now smeared with grease and city grime. And her ass… it was just too much. She could feel it swaying side to side, bumping into every obstacle like a magnet for trouble. Maybe that brat was right. Maybe she really had been indulging herself at the donut shop a little too often lately. Maybe…
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden stillness. The alley was empty. No footsteps. No jeering voice. Just the distant hum of New Eridu nightlife and her own ragged breathing.
“Where… did you go?” Zhu Yuan mumbled, craning her neck around a pile of rotten cardboard. There was no sign of the suspect. For one brief, embarrassing moment, she caught her own reflection in a greasy window: hair askew, face flushed, ass absolutely straining her utility pants.
She was mortified.
“Focus, Zhu Yuan… composure…” She pressed onward, trying to ignore the humiliating creak of her own thighs and the way her clothes hugged her body almost indecently. If she ever caught that brat, she’d—
SQUELCH!
Her heel hit a rotten banana peel. Before she could even gasp, her legs shot out from under her. The world spun. Her ass hit the cold ground with a mighty THWOMP, and then her head smacked against a battered old dumpster.
Stars exploded behind her eyelids. The dizziness came even before the pain. And the last thing she heard before darkness claimed her was the unmistakable, gleeful laughter of a smug little punk loitering just beyond the corner…
The next time Zhu Yuan woke up, she was naked as the day she was born.
And it was freezing.
Zhu Yuan’s eyelids fluttered open, and for a hazy moment, she thought she’d been sent to some kind of fluorescent-lit purgatory. But the world slowly resolved itself into black night, the alley’s neon barely reaching her, and she realized she was sprawled face-down on a sagging, mildew-stained mattress, her ass completely exposed to the damp air.
Shame prickled her skin even before the chill did.
It was worse than a nightmare. Her uniform was gone. Every scrap. Her vest, her shirt, her regulation panties—even her bust support. Gone. She blinked, dazed, then flailed her arms, only to find her wrists trapped behind her back.
Cold metal. Clicked together.
Handcuffs.
Her own handcuffs.
“H-Huh?! Hey, what… what’s going on? What’s happening?! Is anybody there? Anyone?!”
She thrashed, chest heaving, but the cheap mattress just squeaked and bounced under her. She was cuffed, naked, and helpless, and the horror (and humiliation) rolled in like a poisoned tide.
There was motion at the edge of her vision. A shadow.
It was him. The suspect… the brat. That wiry, tan kid, now looming over her with a grin stretched across his smug face.
He’d stripped off his shirt, so now he was just in those indecently tight shorts, bulge tenting the front so obviously it made her flush worse than a fever. He watched her struggle, clearly savoring every inch of her mortification.
Zhu Yuan’s voice dropped to a guttural, professional snarl. “Unhand me immediately! Release these cuffs and return my uniform! This behavior is not only criminal—it is indecent!”
The boy whistled low. “Y’know, I always heard the big Special Response ladies had fat booties, but damn, you got the fattest ass in the city, cop-mom.” He squeezed his crotch as he said it, palming himself through the fabric. His eyes raked over her, from her trembling thighs up to the curve of her back and down again, lingering on her exposed, vulnerable pussy peeking out between plush cheeks.
She tried to sit up, panic burning through her discipline, but all she managed to do was make her ass jiggle even more. The mattress SQUELCHED beneath her. “Where are my clothes?” she barked, voice high with embarrassment.
The brat just grinned and tugged on the waistband of his shorts, showing off an even more obscene V-line. “You mean these?” He gestured at a pile of blue and green checkered fabric, bundled up on a broken crate behind him. “I’ll give ‘em back if you beg, but I gotta say… you look even better like this!”
Zhu Yuan practically vibrated with shame. She hated the sensation of being unkempt, of being dirty—but most of all, she hated being at someone’s mercy like this. She twisted again, muscles flexing, but the cuffs didn’t budge. Her own damn cuffs. She wanted to scream.
“Let me go! This is a violation of Public Security Regulation 08-Six-Two!” she yelled, voice sharp and brittle as a cracked siren.
But the boy just whistled again, low and mocking, and then—
SMACK!
His palm came down on Zhu Yuan’s bare ass, right on the sweet spot where her cheeks curved thickest. The impact rang out: sharp, juicy, and absolutely scandalous. Her whole body jolted, nipples pebbling instantly from the shock. The mattress creaked beneath her as she squeaked, hips jerking involuntarily upward, thighs squeezing together in reflex.
“Mmm, fuck yeah,” the boy crooned, delight dripping from every syllable. He did it again, harder this time, and Zhu Yuan gasped, unable to suppress the sound. Her ass rippled under his hand, the heat sinking in so deep she almost swore she could feel it all the way up her spine.
“Gotta admit, you got a real nice ass, cop-mom,” he taunted, rubbing the sting into her right cheek with a lazy, almost affectionate squeeze. “That’s why I couldn’t resist. You were chasin’ me, all business, but your fat fuckin’ ass was just beggin’ to get spanked. You know it, don’t you?”
Zhu Yuan’s teeth rattled. Her face was molten, humiliation and something else prickling beneath her skin. “Y-you are completely inappropriate!” she barked, voice trembling. “Release me at once, and cease this… this misconduct! I am not a “cop-mom” and I will not be treated like this!”
But her body was downright traitorous. The next slap made her thighs tremble, the sound echoing off the alley walls, and her pussy clenched helplessly between her legs, exposed and glistening in the open air. The sensation was raw. Startling. Every nerve ending alive and alert, as if her own skin had never felt touch like this before. “GAH!”
He leaned down, blowing a hot breath across the bare small of her back. “I think you like it. Hell, you’re drippin’ like you wanna get arrested for being indecent yourself,” he teased, and then he gave her another SPANK, even firmer, fingers digging into plush flesh right at the base of her tailbone. “Public Security, huh? Bet none of those uptight morons at HQ ever saw you like this!”
Zhu Yuan was vibrating now, every harsh word and crude touch lighting her up in a way that real danger never had. “That’s enough!” she snapped, but it was desperate, not commanding. “Y-you cannot… treat a Senior Officer this way! I’ll—”
He didn’t let her finish.
With a sudden move, he grabbed her at the waist and flipped her over like she weighed nothing at all. Her wrists were still bound behind her back, chest heaving, everything laid bare; her breasts bounced, fat and flushed, as her ass hit the mattress with a damp squeak.
She barely had time to gasp before he spat.
A thick glob of spit landed right on her exposed pussy, pooling hot and obscene against her sensitive folds. She yelped, shock rippling through her, but the boy just chuckled, spreading her thighs and using two fingers to push his spit right between her folds. He ran them up and down, up and down, slow and obscene, working that slippery glob right into her exposed, vulnerable slit.
Zhu Yuan jolted, every muscle tensing at once. The sensation was brazen, raw—a heat that radiated from her pussy all the way up her trembling belly. She bit her lip, desperate to keep any sounds from escaping, but it was a losing battle.
The boy just grinned, his fingers getting bolder as he rubbed, spreading her lower lips apart so he could watch them glisten in the alley’s neon haze. “Hell yeah… that’s what I’m talkin’ about. You see it, right? That’s what happens when you chase a real man, cop-mom. You lose, and then you get used. That’s how it works.”
His words made her cheeks burn all over again, humiliation warring with a deep, thrumming ache between her legs. She’d never heard a young boy speak like this, ever, and especially not to her. Even now, even pinned helpless and splayed out like a cheap prize, her discipline was crumbling at the edges. Her body was just so sensitive, so keyed up, every slow, harsh rub making her hips roll involuntarily. She could feel it—the wetness, the shameful need, the heat of his palm cupping her ass as he fingered her folds. She tried to fight it. She really did.
“Ngh… unhand me… now!” Zhu Yuan gasped, twisting against the cuffs with a fresh burst of desperation. Her thighs squeezed tight around the boy’s hand, trying to trap it, maybe stop him, but she couldn’t get the leverage. “You… you’d better stop! I mean it! You’re just a little boy! I command you to… to stop!”
But the brat just laughed, really laughed, his fingers moving even faster as he spread her open and stroked firmly. “Oh yeah? Lady, you lost the second your fat ass got stuck on that fence. Look at you now… all tied up and moaning, just ‘cuz some punk kid fingered your pussy. This is my reward for outrunnin’ the thickest cop in New Eridu!”
He pressed his thumb right against her needy clit, rubbing in messy, greedy circles. The world narrowed to that point of contact. Zhu Yuan could feel herself leaking, couldn’t even hide it—the slick, wet sound of her folds squelching every time he pushed against them. She arched her back, mortified, but she couldn’t stop.
“Stop… y-you need to stop…” Her voice was a whisper, trembling and small, nothing like the proud officer she tried so hard to be. Her body betrayed her, hips bucking with every stroke, her chest heaving up and down in time with her ragged breaths.
The boy leaned closer. “Nah. I wanna see what you look like when you cum from just fingerin’. I bet it’s fuckin’ cute.”
Her eyes squeezed shut. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Not at all. But she was so sensitive, every touch winding her tighter and tighter, until—
BZZT! Her radio crackled to life, lying just out of reach beside the filthy mattress.
“Zhu Yuan, do you copy? Respond immediately! Your comm shows you stationary for over ninety seconds. Is the situation under control?”
Qingyi’s voice was crystal-clear… and Zhu Yuan had never been so mortified in her entire life.
She stared at the battered radio, only a meter away, but with her wrists bound behind her back and her entire body bare—and trembling, and leaking, and exposed—it might as well have been on another planet. She tried to twist, tried to roll, but all she succeeded in doing was making her own breasts jiggle and sway, the mattress beneath her squelching with every desperate wriggle.
The brat saw it, too. He grinned, wide enough to split his face. “Looks like your backup’s worried, cop-mom,” he taunted, voice low and obscene. “You in trouble, huh? Or do you want her to walk in and see you like this?”
Zhu Yuan clenched her jaw, cheeks burning so hot she thought she might combust. “You… you are making a grave error. You must cease this behavior and return my equipment at once! I am a Senior Officer of New Eridu Public Security, and you will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law! Even if y-you are a… a little brat!”
But her professional tone was ruined by the way her thighs squeezed together, her pussy glistening and twitching in the cold night air. The boy just laughed.
“Lady, you don’t sound too scary when you’re cuffed up and dripping like that. You sound like you want it even more than I do…” He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, shoving them down and letting them drop to the ground.
Zhu Yuan’s eyes widened in shock.
His cock was massive. Ridiculously, outrageously, criminally huge. It jutted out, thick and veiny, the shaft bobbing up and down as he gripped it in one hand and slapped the bloated head against her exposed, needy slit. Slap, slap, slap.
Each impact sent a jolt through Zhu Yuan’s body; each time his cockhead smacked her folds, a wet, lewd noise echoed off the alley bricks. The brat guided his tip along her slit, up and down, letting her see every throbbing inch. When he pressed down, the head of his cock reached all the way up to her navel, the gap between them obscene.
Zhu Yuan gasped. She couldn’t stop staring. “That’s… you… you can’t be serious! What have you been eating? How can you possibly… how can you possibly be so big?!”
He cackled, triumphant, and slapped her pussy again for emphasis. “I dunno, lady. Maybe getting chased by sexy cops just pumps me up. Or maybe I got lucky, huh?” He rubbed his cockhead against her clit, grinding in slow, lazy circles, smearing her juices everywhere. “But I bet you want to feel it, don’t you? You want me to fuck you stupid, right here in the alley, like the fat-assed cop-slut you are.”
Zhu Yuan shuddered, every nerve ending fizzling. “I—I refuse to dignify that filth with a response!” she barked, but then he lined up his cock and pressed forward, not waiting for permission, not caring at all for her dignity. “Wait! Don’t you d-dare!”
The pressure was intense. The size alone made her dizzy. Inch by inch, he forced the thick head inside her, stretching her open wide. There was resistance, her pussy straining to accommodate him, her walls clamping down tight—but he just kept shoving, relentless, greedy, until she could feel every hot, pulsing vein as it spread her open.
She moaned. Louder than she meant to. The sound echoed in the darkness, shameful and hungry. He lowered himself over her, hands bracing on either side of her hips, and began to move.
THUMP! His cock bottomed out, hips slamming into her ass so hard the mattress buckled. She felt so full, so stuffed, the sensation almost overwhelming. Her pussy clenched, milking him, desperate for every inch. “Ah! AH! Stop… get off me… get out of me…!”
He started fucking her in earnest, pumping his hips with brutal, athletic energy. The sound was unmistakable: the heavy SLAP of his pelvis meeting her ass, again and again, and the filthy, wet SQUELCH every time his cock plunged back into her soaked, desperate pussy.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, voice shaking with pleasure. “You’re so fucking tight, cop-mom! You pretend to be all, ngh, tough, but your pussy’s just begging to get ruined, isn’t it?”
He reached forward, grabbing a handful of her tits. He squeezed, groping her chest with both hands, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, toying with her nipples until they were hard and swollen and aching for more. He pinched them, twisted them, even slapped them so they jiggled and bounced obscenely.
Each smack made her gasp. Each squeeze sent new pleasure ricocheting up her spine. Her breasts bounced and quivered under his hands, so sensitive that even the alley air on her nipples made her whimper.
“Stop… ah… stop doing that!” she cried, even as her hips writhed up to meet his thrusts, her pussy clinging wetly to every inch of cock. “You can’t… you can’t treat an officer this way! Q-Qingyi, please… I need backup…” Her voice was a mess, words tumbling out in a breathless stammer.
But Qingyi’s voice was just out of reach, a distant lifeline.
“Officer 148, Zhu Yuan, please respond. If you are compromised, initiate the distress code. Repeat, initiate the distress code!”
The radio’s static buzzed, but Zhu Yuan’s mind was drowning in sensation. The boy’s cock hammered into her, every thrust sending a new wave of pleasure through her body. Her discipline unraveled with every slap, every spank to her tits, every time his cockhead battered against her cervix.
He leaned in, breath hot against her ear. “C’mon, lady. Let’s see you lose your shit.”
The words struck Zhu Yuan like a taser. She arched back, body tensing as the boy seized her by the thighs, manhandling her onto her back with a single rough motion. The damp, creaking mattress didn’t even cushion the impact. Her arms were still pinned behind her, wrists handcuffed together and digging cold metal into her skin, but the rest of her body was splayed out, legs parted and trembling, breasts jiggling from the brute force with which he moved her.
She tried to thrash, to roll away, to at least twist her hips to deny him the angle, but the punk was relentless. He shoved his cock down between her thighs, lining it up against her messy, stretched-open pussy. He didn’t even hesitate. He just pressed forward, hips surging, cockhead spreading her folds with a slick, squelching sound that echoed in the alleyway like she was being arrested by pleasure itself.
Zhu Yuan screamed. She didn’t want to, but the fullness was absurd. He bottomed out in a single, powerful thrust, slamming into her with such force that her ass nearly lifted off the mattress. The sensation was electrifying—a firework burst of heat and pressure that stole the air from her lungs. Her pussy clenched helplessly around the invader, already soaked and dripping, her body betraying every last ounce of her discipline.
“Fuck yeah, yeah… that’s what I like to see,” the boy groaned, grinning down at her in predatory delight. He leaned in, bracing a hand on the mattress, letting his entire weight bear her down while he pistoned his hips. Each thrust sent his cock battering into her, making her tits bounce, sweat beading on her chest. His other hand gripped her thigh, fingers digging into soft flesh, spreading her even wider so he could drive in even deeper.
Zhu Yuan’s attempts at resistance were pitiful. Every time she tried to buck him off, the movement just made her breasts shake obscenely and her pussy tighten around his cock, milking him for every inch. She tried to bark orders, to threaten him with citations, but all that came out were gasps and helpless, breathless moans.
“You’re… you’re violating… Public… ah! Security… ah! Regulation…!” Her voice broke, the words dissolving into raw, involuntary cries of pleasure. She clenched her teeth, determined not to give him the satisfaction—but then he changed his angle, hips rolling, and his cockhead slammed against the perfect spot inside her. “GAH! F-Fuck! Oh my g-god, you d-damn kid… how c-could you, nngh—!”
She saw stars. Her whole body went rigid, nipples diamond-hard in the night air, and her pussy clamped down even tighter. She came instantly. The orgasm hit her like a baton to the gut, pleasure radiating out from her core in hot, uncontrollable waves.
“Nnh! Nnnh! Ah! I—I’m… ngh…!” Her thighs quivered, toes curling, and she couldn’t stop herself from squeezing down on him, soaking his cock in wave after wave of slick, shameful arousal. It overflowed, spilling out around the base of his shaft, making every thrust even slicker, wetter, and filthier. And it was only seconds later that the boy reached an orgasm of his own.
“Take this load, you fat-assed cop!”
The brat’s cock jerked, and then Zhu Yuan felt it—a sudden, molten wave flooding her insides, thick and hot and unrelenting. He came hard, harder than she thought anybody could, and there was so much of it. It splashed deep inside her pussy, filling her up instantly, every pulse of his cock pumping more and more sticky, shameful little boy cum right into her stuffed cunt.
“Nnh! NNNGH! Fuuuuck, lady, that’s it, that’s it… take it, take it all!” The brat’s body shuddered, his hips slamming flush against her ass as he emptied himself inside her, balls pressed tight against her twitching folds. The sensation was overwhelming. She could actually feel it spurting, thick and forceful, painting her walls and spilling out around the base of his cock. It was messy, so messy, and Zhu Yuan’s discipline shattered all over again.
She was shaking. She tried to grit her teeth, but all that came out were high, desperate moans as the boy kept cumming inside her, stuffing her so full her pussy spasmed and milked him for every last drop. Her chest heaved, the weight of her breasts rising and falling with each ragged, humiliating breath. She couldn’t control her hips anymore, couldn’t stop writhing and twitching, every muscle in her body alive and electric. Her pussy squelched wetly with every microthrust, every involuntary twitch, so soaked with boy cum that it dribbled down to her thighs and onto the ruined mattress.
“Haa… ah… ahhh… s-stop… y-you can’t… you can’t just…!” Her words fell apart, crushed beneath the force of her own pleasure. She felt so full, so thoroughly used, her walls stretched and flooded with spunk. The hum of her radio was lost beneath the slick, obscene noise of her own body getting pumped full.
The brat held himself there for a long moment, savoring it, cock still twitching inside her as he ground his hips down, making sure every last drop stayed inside. Then, with a lewd wet POP, he yanked out of her pussy, a thick glob of spunk drooling from her gaping hole and down her ass cheeks. She was left gasping, thighs trembling, barely able to comprehend the raw, sticky heat between her legs.
But the delinquent was nowhere near done.
He seized her by the hips and flipped her back onto her stomach, changing her position without effort, as if she were nothing more than a toy for his filthy pleasure. Her cuffed arms pressed behind her, face mashed into the mattress, and her ass was hoisted up high, bare and shameless, cheeks spread wide and quivering from the now-cooling spunk still leaking from her pussy.
“Nghh… what… what are you doing now?” Zhu Yuan managed, voice muffled and humiliated. “Stop… please… just… let me go… let me free and I’ll… I’ll f-forget this ever happened…!”
The brat just snickered, lining his still-hard, spit-and-cum-slick cockhead right up against her asshole. “What d’you think, cop-mom? Gonna fuck this fat ass of yours, just like you deserve.” He spat again, right onto her exposed hole, and used his thumb to rub it in, prompting Zhu Yuan to shudder, eyes wide.
“N-no! Please, don’t! Not that hole! Y-you can do what you want, just, just don’t use that hole!”
But the brat didn’t so much as hesitate. He just gripped Zhu Yuan’s hips in both hands, greedy and rough, and hauled her ass up higher, forcing her onto her knees. Her face mashed down into the rank fabric of the mattress, tits swinging and squashed beneath her, while her ass stood proudly aloft, thick cheeks jiggling and quivering in his grip. The cold air and the shameful position made her hole clench reflexively, but it was no use. Her own cuffs bit into her wrists, pinning her arms behind her back, leaving her totally helpless to resist the way he lined up his cockhead against her tight, trembling asshole.
She tried to protest again, voice high and trembling, but all that came out was a freshly fucked whimper. “No… don’t… don’t put it in there… I can’t… nghh, not there, please, not in my ass…!”
“C’mon, cop-mom. Don’t tell me you didn’t want this,” he sneered, voice thick with lust as he flexed his cock, making it bob and throb against her quivering rim. “Bet you fantasize about this all the time, huh? Getting your fat ass fucked by a delinquent like me.”
She shook her head frantically. She tried to shut her legs, but he just manhandled her, spreading her knees wide and leaving her open, exposed, and completely at his mercy.
Then he shoved forward.
Her breath caught. The head of his cock forced its way into her asshole with a pop, stretching her tight ring wide open. The pressure was intense, blinding, overwhelming—a fierce burn that made her whole body tense, her hips jerking as she tried to squirm away. But the brat wouldn’t allow it. He just pulled her back onto his cock, feeding her asshole inch after inch, stuffing her so full she could barely think.
“GAH!” Zhu Yuan shrieked, legs trembling as the thickness split her open. “N-no! It’s too big! You can’t… you…!”
But he didn’t listen. He didn’t care. He just started to thrust, driving his cock deeper into her, battering her poor ass with every pump of his hips. Each time he rammed in, her cheeks rippled and bounced, her thick thighs tensing and relaxing in helpless rhythm. Her hole stretched around him, clinging desperately to every veiny inch, and the sensation was so raw, so intense, so utterly shameful…
She drooled onto the mattress, saliva running down her chin, her tongue hanging out as the pleasure hit her in hot, dizzying waves. Every thrust made her moan, made her whole body jerk beneath him, made her breasts swing and slap against the filthy fabric. The boy moaned behind her, loud and proud, as if not even he could believe the pleasure he was experiencing!
“Nghh… shit! Your ass… fuck, your cop ass is so tight, I’m not gonna last,” the brat groaned, and his hands dug into Zhu Yuan’s hips with desperate, greedy force. Every muscle in his wiry body tensed, his hips pistoning with a brutal new rhythm, slamming his cock into her gaping asshole over and over again. Each thrust made Zhu Yuan’s thick cheeks ripple and bounce, the obscene CLAP-CLAP-CLAP of skin on skin echoing off the alley’s crumbling walls.
Her head lolled, hair sticking to her cheek in a sweaty, messy tangle. She would have been mortified at the state of her appearance, if she could even think straight—but the sensation was so overwhelming she could barely form a coherent thought. Her mouth hung open, saliva slicking her lips, as the boy’s cock ravaged her ass in a way she had never even imagined possible.
“G-Gah… d-damn it… I’m l-losing… control…” Zhu Yuan moaned, and she turned her head to better look at the kid who was using and abusing her body like this.
He grunted, almost animalistic, and raised his hand to give her a savage spank right on the center of her ass. The impact was sharp and hot, her whole body jolting forward from the force of it, and she actually yelped—a high, needy sound that didn’t sound like anything a polished, senior officer should ever make.
“Yeah… yeahhh… That’s it, cop-mom,” the brat panted, driving himself in deep, his breath coming in ragged bursts. “You fuckin’ love this, don’t you? Love getting your fat ass drilled like a fucktoy, nghh, fuck, you were made for this!”
Another spank, harder this time. Her ass quivered from the blow, tingling with leftover heat, and she moaned again, the pleasure blooming up her spine and making her eyes roll back. It was so much, too much, and yet…
She wanted more.
Her body started moving on its own. She pushed her hips back, grinding her ass against the brat’s pelvis, desperate to feel every inch of his thick cock splitting her open. He howled with delight at that, his hands digging in even tighter, slamming her down onto his cock with every thrust.
“Fuck! That’s it, take it, take it all!” he growled, picking up the pace until the mattress was squealing beneath them and her jiggling ass was nothing but a blur. She could feel his cock throbbing, swelling, every vein and ridge battering her rim, and it sent her right over the edge.
“AAAAH~!”
Zhu Yuan came, hard. Her whole body locked up, muscles seizing as the pleasure ripped through her. Sparks danced behind her eyes, every sense overloaded, and she screamed, her voice raw and helpless as the orgasm took hold. Her ass clenched around the brat’s cock, squeezing it so tight he actually grunted, his own rhythm faltering as she milked him for all he was worth.
“Holy fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, fat-ass, nghh, fuck, here it comes!”
Another few jackhammer thrusts, then he slammed in, burying himself hilt-deep in her ass. The sensation was impossible: Zhu Yuan felt the brat’s cock pulse, and then a hot, gooey flood filled her insides. It was so intense, so thick and sticky, she could actually feel it shooting into her, splattering against her stretched-out walls and gushing deep with every spasm of his cock.
“Gah! Nnngh! Fuck, yes, TAKE IT!” he barked, losing what little self-control he had left. With every pulse, he pumped more messy, molten cum into her battered asshole, packing her so full it couldn’t help but ooze out around the base of his shaft, sticky and obscene. The brat held on for dear life, hands glued to her hips, and just kept cumming and cumming, stuffing her with shot after shot of thick, delinquent spunk.
Zhu Yuan could only moan, her body shuddering as the heat filled her. It was so much, she felt like her whole being was melting into the ruined mattress, every single nerve ending dancing with raw, carnal pleasure. Her hips wouldn’t stop moving, grinding back against him, greedy for every pulse, every drop.
“Oooohhhh… oohhhh… f-full… so v-very full… c-can’t take… much more…”
“Fuck… you’re milking me, cop-mom… You like being my fat-assed cum dumpster, huh?” the brat taunted, voice hoarse with exertion.
She nodded, not even thinking about it. “Yes… nghh… yes, it’s so full, I can feel it, it’s so hot…”
The brat laughed, delirious with power, and pulled out at last. His cock came free with a lewd, wet POP, more cum drooling from her gaping, twitching asshole, painting her cheeks and thighs in sticky white streaks. Her ass was a mess, still quivering and clenching even with nothing to squeeze around, and Zhu Yuan was left panting, cheeks pressed to the filthy mattress, drooling like she’d lost all sense of herself.
But the brat wasn’t done with her.
He circled around the mattress, his cock still hard, sticky with spunk and slick from her insides, and crouched right in front of her face. He didn’t wait for her to recover; he just grabbed her by the hair, yanked her head up, and slapped his dirty, messy cock right across her lips.
The shaft bounced off her mouth, leaving sticky streaks of spit and cum across her cheeks and chin. The smell was pungent, raw and obscene, filling her senses and making her shudder all over again.
“Open up, cop-mom,” he commanded, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Clean it off. You want your uniform back? Suck my cock clean, like the good cop slut you are.”
Zhu Yuan’s mind reeled. She should have been furious, she should have barked out orders, invoked Public Security Regulation until the brat ran screaming—but instead her lips parted, instinct taking over. She let the brat shove his cum-soaked cock between her lips, thick head straining her jaw, and she sucked it hungrily, so desperate to obey she nearly whimpered.
“Mmmmff… mmmm…~”
“Good girl… nghh, fuck, that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” the brat groaned, rolling his eyes and his shoulders as he slowly fed Zhu Yuan more of his messy, stinking, still-hard cock. “Hah… you’re all fuckin’ mine, cop-mom, and don’t you forget it…”
Qingyi did end up finding Zhu Yuan…
…eventually.
And when Qingyi finally tracked her down, she almost didn’t believe the scene in front of her.
Zhu Yuan was sprawled face-down on the grimy old mattress, her naked body glistening with sweat and smeared with fingerprints. Her ass was painted with vivid red hand prints, spanked raw and absolutely leaking with thick, sticky cum from both holes. Even her thighs were painted white, streaks of it pooling beneath her, and her whole body trembled with little aftershocks of pleasure. The handcuffs were still clamped around her wrists. And yet, somehow, impossibly, Zhu Yuan was smiling—a soft, dazed, goofy smile that had no business being on the stoic captain’s face.
Qingyi just… blinked.
“Oh, Zhu Yuan…”
She knelt beside the ruined officer, rolling her gently onto her back. Zhu Yuan’s face was flushed, her red-orange eyes glassy and unfocused, bangs plastered to her cheeks. She moaned out weakly at the touch, as if even that light contact sent a ripple through her battered, oversensitive body.
“You poor thing. Look what they did to you…”
Qingyi’s gaze swept over every inch of Zhu Yuan: the heavy breasts dotted with fading teeth marks, the way her abused pussy still gaped wide and dribbled little boy cum down onto the mattress, the bright, stinging spank marks rippling across her wide hips and thick thighs. Even her uniform was stomped-on and spat-upon, just a sad little bundle in the corner.
Qingyi didn’t sigh so much as she exhaled an entire world of exasperation. “Hooligans these days… always going straight for the pretty ones. Don’t worry, Zhu Yuan. I’ll keep this off the record.”
With practiced gentleness, Qingyi fished the handcuff keys from the pile of Zhu Yuan’s scattered belongings and let the cuffs drop free. The briefest glance at Zhu Yuan’s face assured her: the captain was in no state to walk, let alone stand.
Qingyi smirked, just a little. “You always said you hated being messy, but right now… you’d make a professional cum dumpster jealous.” She brushed a lock of hair from the officer’s flushed cheek, voice low and soothing. “Let’s get you cleaned up, Zhu Yuan. And maybe next time, try to lose a little weight off that butt, okay?”
Unbeknownst to her, in the shadowy mouth of the alley, the delinquent boy watched the two officers, a wicked grin splitting his face. His phone was already out, camera trained on the sight of Zhu Yuan’s absolutely destroyed body and Qingyi’s careful, almost intimate aftercare.
He licked his lips, already imagining the possibilities.
Oh, he’d have his hands on the green-haired cop, too.
And this time, he’d make sure to share the video with the whole city…