REVENGED POLICE
The cell door slammed shut behind me, echoing through the dank corridors of the precinct. The gang member's smirk as he was led away lingered in my mind. I'd been cocky, arrogant, and now I was paying the price. But I wasn't going down without a fight.
Days turned into weeks, and the anger inside me simmered like a volcano ready to erupt. I was a goddamn cop, and they'd framed me. When they finally came for me, I was ready. But not for what they had in store.
They dragged me into a dimly lit room, the stench of sweat and fear heavy in the air. I spat in their faces, my fists clenched. "You fuckers think you can take me down? I'm a cop, and I'll—"
A fist connected with my jaw, snapping my head back. "Shut the fuck up," one of them growled. "You're ours now."
They stripped me down, their hands rough and demanding. I fought back, but there were too many of them. They pinned me to the wall, their bodies pressing against mine. I could feel their hardness, their hunger.
"Fuck you," I snarled, but my voice wavered. They laughed, low and cruel. "We'll fuck you alright," one of them said, his hand wrapping around my throat.
The first one pushed into me, hard and unyielding. I cried out, a mix of pain and something else. "Fuck," I gasped, hating myself for the sound. They chuckled, knowing they'd won. "That's it, pig. Take it."
One by one, they took me, their bodies slamming into mine. I grit my teeth, refusing to give in. But my body betrayed me. The pain morphed into something else, something dark and twisted. I felt my cock harden, betraying me further. "Fuck," I gasped, as I came hard, my body convulsing against my will.
Days turned into weeks, and the anger inside me simmered like a volcano ready to erupt. I was a goddamn cop, and they'd framed me. When they finally came for me, I was ready. But not for what they had in store.
They dragged me into a dimly lit room, the stench of sweat and fear heavy in the air. I spat in their faces, my fists clenched. "You fuckers think you can take me down? I'm a cop, and I'll—"
A fist connected with my jaw, snapping my head back. "Shut the fuck up," one of them growled. "You're ours now."
They stripped me down, their hands rough and demanding. I fought back, but there were too many of them. They pinned me to the wall, their bodies pressing against mine. I could feel their hardness, their hunger.
"Fuck you," I snarled, but my voice wavered. They laughed, low and cruel. "We'll fuck you alright," one of them said, his hand wrapping around my throat.
The first one pushed into me, hard and unyielding. I cried out, a mix of pain and something else. "Fuck," I gasped, hating myself for the sound. They chuckled, knowing they'd won. "That's it, pig. Take it."
One by one, they took me, their bodies slamming into mine. I grit my teeth, refusing to give in. But my body betrayed me. The pain morphed into something else, something dark and twisted. I felt my cock harden, betraying me further. "Fuck," I gasped, as I came hard, my body convulsing against my will.
They didn't stop. Each thrust pushed me closer to the edge, and I came again, my seed spilling out, marking the floor. "Fuck," I cried out, hating the sound of my own voice, the feeling of my body surrendering.
The next morning, I woke up bruised and aching. An email notification popped up on my phone. I opened it, my heart pounding. Pictures of me, raw and vulnerable, stared back at me. The threat was clear: leak these, and my career is over.
I typed out a response, my fingers trembling. "No need. You can do what you did to me anytime you want, you fucking fuckers."
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