I knew when he pulled off on the county road that I'd made the right call. Or not the wrong ones, to the County Seat, the Tow Service, just ran the plates, and licence through ViCAP for Warrants, and routine stuff like that. Behind an abandoned barn, far enough off the hiway to be out of our jurisdiction, like the motels we used for prostitutes. It's a job to me, but he has Seniority, a sense of justice, and makes excuses. He knows the law, back and forth, and always makes sure to tell me why this isn't illegal, but after a few months I learned to read between the lines.
He hates them, whores. You can hear it in his voice when he says it. Not around them, but after we get back in, and drive back to finish up our shift. Turn in the reports we're going to turn in. Officially, and he can get pretty rough, but he always stopped short of Rape. Yeah, I know. I read the same reports he does, the BOLOs APBs, and profiles, like that teenager came through here. Picked up other teenagers, he got away, but the Feebs sent a profile anyway.
Power Assertive Malignant Narcissist. A sociopath, but a particular type. Resent authority because they're jealous of it, or seek positions of Power to abuse it. The more I read up on it, the more it started to sound familiar, and then we got a BOLO for a fugitive. Out of North Platte, he skipped bail, and the Bondsmen were out in force to pick him up, but we got a profile on him too.
Can't catch them all, but I don't care about Justice, I can't even be all that sure how much I believe in it. As something that exists in the real world, outside of comic books, and the minds of cops with a hard-on for it. Anger-Retaliatory Opportunist, that rang some bells too. Reminded me of all the things he said about the whores, the sluts, and guys like that. Not like him, mind you, he's a fine upstanding citizen. An example of good, and a hero of justice.
I have to laugh a little, not to his face. He'd probably take that as insubordinate, disrespectful of his seniority, his superiority, when I should know my place. Under him, I'll have plenty of time to drive the squad car when he retires, I get a Probie to train, show him how we serve justice around here. He talks about those SJWs, "Social Justice Warriors," and what they're doing to ruin the country.
I didn't ask him, what he calls it. His crusade to rid the county of homosexuals, prostitutes, which he doesn't mind so much as long as he gets an anonymous tip from the front desk. He'll fuck them, out of wedlock, and cheat on his wife, as long as it's not his jurisdiction. It's not technically prostitution, if he doesn't pay them. I could care less how he justifies cheating on his wife, in his mind, then how he explains his hatred of liberals giving people rights, like gays being able to marry each other, legally.
It's not just a job to me, it has it's perks. Not just the Power, the Badge, and the car with the lights on top. The siren to pull people over, stand over them, and watch them squirm. That's the difference between him, and me. I know what I am, so I get to enjoy it. Whereas he has to make excuses, about why they deserve it, in the eyes of God they're sinners, and His word trumps all. Even the laws we're sworn to enforce. Now, we've got the perfect victim for him.
"Here," I got it out, "You know what to do with this."
I'd seen the pictures, but she wiped the tears off of her eyes, and bent over. I had to get up, turn around in the corner for her to reach, but sure enough. "Huh, yeah. You sure do know how to suck a dick, don't you? It cums with lots of practice."
"Smp phup!" That's my favorite, so far. I'm going to keep the whole batch, but just spreading them out on the back seat. mental note to wipe the memory card, we don't have Dashboard Cams yet, there's no budget to get every car on every highway, in every state, so it's mostly the local PDs that have to worry about working around them.
My partner had to open the door, unlocked one of the cuffs, to hook through the wire cage, and back out to lick her hand to the side, but she just needed on hand. She'd grown up, at least since that photo, I just have to close my eyes to remember. Her mouth so wide just to fit it in, made it look huge, and her fingers not even close to going all the way around it. In both hands, but my partner flipped her skirt over her back. Pulled down her underpants, and undid his pants. Pulled a rubber out of his shirt pocket, and rolled it on.
The boyscout, always prepared. Never know when you're going to have to talk to a hooker, like he cares if she gets pregnant, but you know. AIDS, and for all I know it's not cheating if you wear a rubber. Pull on nitrile gloves for searches, in case they have a needle or something in her pocket. "Ugh guhl!" She tries to shake her head, but can't even grunt with her pushed so hard into me, her face pushes my back against the window. "Kuh kah!" Panting for breath, "Nah, ahn! No, ah, stop. You're hurting me!"
I just sat down, my pants down, and unsnapped my shirt. "Huh!" Getting hot in here, with the three of us, and all the sexual abuse. He's raping her, like a whore. Brutally, but she can't say anything. Even without her mouth full, choking on my cock, but he's taking his turn, of course. Better put a rubber on, I'm more worried about Evidence. She's probably not going to report it, once we take her back to her car.
Let her go, but keep the photos. As insurance, so she'll think twice about exposing herself as a child molester, her crimes plain to see, her finger wet, and shiny with blood pulling out of the once virginal cunt, but I don't have any trouble keeping it up. "You ever heard that before? Stop, it hurts! I bet your victims said that when you raped them. Well, how do you like it, rapist?"
Wow, okay! That's the closest he's even come to admitting it, out loud. He's a rapist, a serial rapist. Anger retaliatory, but he doesn't want to be the bad guy. He's the good guy, the good cop, and they deserve it, but she's a bad girl. A very very bad girl, so I guess that makes it all right. She raped a little girl, and I saw the picture to prove it, so this one time, it's ll right to rape her. He can rape a rapist, and admit it to himself, as long as he doesn't think too much about it.
He made her do it, and I'm really more interested in that. She's a victim, and as young as she was at the time. I have to wonder, was he her father? I'd get a chance later, but "Uh, huh!" Now, he's stopped. Pulled her in, to ejaculate inside her. Deep inside her, she moans, but not in pleasure. In pain, she's not into this. he made her cry first, and I have to think there's a sadistic side to it too, but who do you think got me into this?
I just wanted power, but it was him. I'm not making excuses, but I didn't know what I wanted it for, until he showed me how to abuse it. Use it to abuse women, as long as you can justify it after the fact. I'm not interested in that, I just waited for him to come around. Let me out, and leave her sobbing on the back seat.
My turn, he's got seniority, so I had to wait for him to get her first. He fixed his pants, got out his cigarettes to smoke, and think of some way to justify this to himself. I don't even care any more, with him outside I can close both doors, and have some time a lone with her. He can let me out, when I'm finished, but now I can get some answers. Since I had the time to think of the questions.
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