"Do you remember what the assailant looked like?"
"No, they were wearing a mask at the time."
"Can you recall any details about their appearance? Height, general build, what race they were?"
"Yeah... they were tall. Really tall. And I would say athletic."
"Can you recall their ethnicity?"
"Yes. White, or Caucasian."
"You were able to see through the mask?"
"No... just their eyes. They had green eyes."
"These weren't contacts?"
"I don't know. They might've been."
"Can you tell the difference?"
"No."
"So how did you know they were White?"
"All I saw was their eyes."
"But you said they might've been wearing contacts?"
"Yes."
"Then can you give a clear account of their ethnicity?"
"N-no."
"Race is unknown. Now, what time was it when you left the party?"
"I think it was after two."
"You checked before leaving?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"My dorm has a curfew, I won't be able to get into the building after a certain time."
"But you were well past it by then, weren't you?"
"Yes."
"Then why was the time important?"
"It wasn't... I just-"
"The time wasn't important?"
"N-no, I thought you wanted to know."
"Why would I want to know, if it wasn't important?"
"Then I shouldn't tell you?"
"Do you remember why you checked the time?"
"No."
"Then how do you know it was after two?"
"Because I checked."
"For no reason?"
"Y-yes."
"Is that a common occurrence? You'll do things for no reason?"
"No."
"But you did earlier tonight."
"N-no, I didn't."
"So you didn't check the time?"
"No, we just left really late."
"Doesn't know the time. Okay, and how much did you have to drink?
"Not a lot. Maybe three or four beers."
"How much do you weigh?"
"I don't know anymore. A hundred and twenty-eight pounds late last year."
"Then you were drunk?"
"No, I only had a few beers. I'm... I'm fine."
"Legally, you were drunk."
"Yes, but-"
"Exceeds legal limit for Blood Alcohol Concentration. After leaving the party, where did you go next?"
"... to get something to eat."
"You were hungry?"
"Yes."
"But you stopped on the way?"
"Yes, I had to use the bathroom."
"And where was that?"
"By an... an old storage unit."
"They had bathrooms available for public use?"
"I... I don't know."
"You don't know if they had bathrooms open to the public?"
"No."
"But you went to use the bathroom anyway?"
"Yes."
"You were trespassing?"
"No."
"Then they did have a bathroom you could use?"
"I don't know."
"So how were you going to use the bathroom?"
"I-I don't know."
"You don't know how you were going to use the bathroom?"
"Yes, I know how to use the bathroom."
"Then they said you could use theirs?"
"No."
"You were trespassing?"
"Y-yes."
"Trespassing on privately owned land. That's when you were assaulted?"
"Mmm-hmm. Yeah, they... they came from behind me when I was... when I was still urinating."
"You don't have to go any further. We have all the information we need. I'll bring you to a holding cell, until your mom arrives."
"Thank you."
Dezzy Jacobson looked to the police officer standing over him. She wore a placid smile and designer sunglasses. Her red auburn hair was drawn in a tight bun, while her uniform lacked creases.
"You just need to put these on momentarily." She wielded a pair of bright silver cuffs. They shone cruelly under the station's fluorescent light bulbs. The shimmering gleam spun around their hard, punishing edges.
"For your safety, we don't want you touching prisoner contraband." Her lips barely moved. They were dry and pale pink. Faint cracks appeared in the weathered flesh. Lingering cigarettes and boston cream wafted out onto Dezzy's face.
"O-okay." Dezzy agreed, holding his wrists together. He was close enough to share breath with the cop, her warm air peeling into his nose and mouth. His gaze wandered up, staring at himself, when he searched for her eyes.
"Turn around, please sir." She firmly grabbed his shoulder, guiding him to look the other way. Her hands remained on the locking mechanism until Dezzy groaned, and the cold metal was ripping into his skin.
"Officer Murphy, can you loosen these? I c-can't feel my hands." Dezzy cried from the biting pain. The meat of his palms turned purple, discolored from nerve strangulation. They puffed unnaturally big on his faint joint structure.
"I can free you when we get to the holding cell. Try to cooperate in the meantime." Sergeant Colleen Murphy gripped him by the neck and elbow, walking out of the interrogation room. Initial reception was empty, aside from who stood guard and filed paperwork. There were no civilians or criminal persons in sight.
"When is my mom getting here?" Dezzy sobbed openly, attracting the tired frustration of a desk duty officer. Rings of coffee foam hung around his lips, wetting a black mustache. They smacked in annoyance, latching onto the large paper cup in his bear mitts.
"Soon. Maybe a few hours." Colleen shifted her pace, crudely jerking Dezzy towards the last cell corridor. Glassy eyes stared back at them from the local drunk tank. Fatty, pink jowls shook in hard liquor lust, humping his acrid seat as they left.
"Can I get something to eat?" Dezzy scuffed his shoes, trying to match her long stride. They screeched on white patterned linoleum, ruining his eighteenth birthday present.
"No. The kitchen is closed until seven." She was nearly carrying him down the isolated block. His limbs were paperweights with her practiced strength, flailing miserably.
"Can we walk a little slower, please?" His Travis Scott's were beginning to look worn. Dust collected on the expensive suede material. Skidmarks appeared on their fronts.
"You still want your cuffs off?" Colleen shrugged, making no attempt to reduce her speed. She was holding the base of his skull, letting his soft braids flop against her hand. Her plain nails dug into his sensitive flesh.
"Y-yes, my f-fingers are numb. And I think my wrists are bleeding." Dezzy tried to flex his knuckles. The movement was stiff and accompanied by soreness.
"I don't see any blood." She assessed briefly. Her head snapped, glancing keenly behind them. A stocky maintenance worker passed her vision, moving on to an occupied hallway.
"It-it just feels like they are."
"I'm telling you what's there. The faster you walk, the sooner you can be free of any discomfort."
"I really can't go on any longer."
"We're almost there."
"Where is it?"
"Here."
They turned a corner into a dead end, and one solitary cell. It contained a metal sink and toilet, with a bed mounted on the wall. She escorted him inside, sniffing irritably. The room smelled of old mop water.
"Can you take the cuffs off now?" Dezzy heaved a sigh of relief, eyeing the coarse sheets and cardboard pillow with unending gratitude. He waited in silence, shifting forward to give her better key access.
…..
"Officer Murphy? Aren't you going to take the cuffs off?"
"Officer Murphy?"
"Please, it's starting to really hurt. I just want to lay down."
"Officer Murphy, what's wrong?"
"Officer Murphy?!!"
Dezzy wanted to puke. His guts were twisting into a shriveled ball. They contracted violently in nauseous memory, the large intestinal organ vibrating from fear.
He tried to snap his cuffs in vain. The resulting agony brought him to his knees. Fruitless rage made his blood boil and seethe underneath the skin. Desperate tears fell on cold, hard linoleum.
"You're going to recant your statement." Colleen told him. There was no discernible emotion in her voice. Its alien tyranny chilled the single cell. She slammed the iron bars shut behind them.
"I warned you about going to the police. They can't help you." Clothes rustled amidst sorrowful moans. They were laid on the bone dry sink, folded according to months of training. Colleen unzipped her navy blue pants.
"You weren't supposed to be there." She wore a jockstrap and bra beneath her uniform. They bulged with warm, sensuous meat. Gold inscripted sunglasses came to rest on her neat pile of clothes. Right next to her gun.
"Turn around."
Dezzy's hands were bleeding. The oozing liquid felt foreign to his petrified nerves. It was someone else's blood, someone else's nightmare.
He swiveled painfully on the ground. His braids skimmed her thighs, head sinking below her crotch. He stared absently at her feet, lips trembling and wet.
"Look at me."
Dezzy remained limp. His neck hung in cowardice and shame. His shoulders were set inward, burdened by their own pitiful weight. He swallowed in terrifying revulsion.
"Look at me." Colleen snagged his hair in a brutal fist. She forced his sullen gaze to meet her bright green eyes. The same rare, cruel emeralds that assaulted him, and branded her superiority deep in his belly.
"That's it. You remember this?" She groped her massive genitalia. The footlong tube coiled in her underwear, its blue veins and porous helmet were clearly visible. The pale shaft bore signs of her earlier release, creamy, sticky essence bleeding through her jock.
Dezzy's nose was under her giant balls. He sniffed her sour musk and fishy payload. The potent batter clouded his sinuses, making it harder for him to breathe the semen infused air.
Colleen let out her firehose cock and sagging balls. The heavy member landed across Dezzy's face with a vicious slap. She completely covered his left side with her meaty baton. The hot, slimy skin of her Irish-Italian sausage smeared him in its powerful odor.
He was shaking in her frightful wake. His left eye was beaten shut and closed by her donkey dick. He could feel the mild swelling in his socket, aggravated by her sweat and cum juices.
"Go on. Kiss my cock, nigger."
She beamed down at him. Her breasts were heaving in excitement, almost spilling over the flimsy garment. Her hold on his braids relaxed, and she put both hands on her waist assertively.
Dezzy wanted the pain to stop. His arms creaked, his hands were pulsating. The strength was long sapped from his legs, his knees burned dangerously. Years of athletic triumph in tennis were unable to tide him through.
He pursed his lips against her enormous, stiffening cock and, "Mua."
Colleen relished the warm, wet suction on her extreme girth. She reached her full, horrifying erection size. A fifteen inch truncheon of doom.
Dezzy sobbed with a mouthful of pungent white skin, her cock's underbelly leaving a strong, salty aftertaste. Residual bull semen oozed onto his tongue, coating it in her thick, jelly texture.
"Mommy really missed fucking you, having her own personal nigger slave was so much fun. I'm glad you were stupid enough to come back here. Now suck on my fucking balls."
Dezzy lowered his head in submission. He placed his mouth on her swollen testicles, giving one of her huge white balls a kiss. Powerful masculine flavor drowned his taste buds.
He licked the bottom of her nutsack, collecting murky droplets of sweat. His tongue caressed her saturated wrinkles, making her scrotum bulge tighter. Excessive surges in sperm volume intensified her size and fish market smell.
"You're going to recant your statement?"
"Y-yes."
"You wanted it to happen, didn't you?"
"Didn't you?"
Colleen grabbed his throat, dangling him off his knees. Her cheeks flushed in hateful lechery. The authoritative cop rage and giant, boiling erection fueled her sexual violence.
"Guh-gyesth! Yes!"
She released him face first on the bed, ripping at his pants and tight boxers. They were stuck between his heavy ass cheeks, riding against his balls. She dug them out, showing his chocolate rump to her hard, monster cock. The rich skin still held some of her creamy ejaculate, spread like warm lotion around his crack.
"You want it to happen again, don't you? You want my big nasty club in your fat ass, fucking you raw? Sissy bitch. Fucking weak faggot. This is my property."
Colleen ignored his muffled cries. She took a firm hold of his hips, aiming her cock at his buttered anus. It drove steadily home, sliding deep into his rectal cavity. Her bulbous crown was throbbing like a second heart in his abdomen.
Dezzy whimpered at the familiar pain. Shame doused his face and hot insides. He jerked forward to escape her callous insertion, only for her cock to follow him. She was glued to his plump, jiggling derriere, stabbing herself balls deep.
The long, tumescent member soaked in its white discharge. She held still, absorbing the heat and skin melting pleasure of his ass. Her wide, invasively shaped helmet sprayed him further, releasing thick strands of pre-cum in his soiled belly.
"That's a good little nigger. Bent over for your rightful master. You love getting raped by me. Stupid faggot. That's the real reason you came back here, isn't it? For more of my BIG. WHITE. COCK."
Colleen thrust selfishly, pumping her massive night stick in long, greedy strokes. She tried to satisfy all fifteen inches of meat at once, her cock squeezing its leftover bull jizz from his hole, making room for her punishing length.
He was launched forward again and again, the power from her hips spiking him up the bed. CLAP-CLAP-CLAP resounded each time her pelvis met his bubbly ass cheeks. The shiny, wet skin rippled in chocolate waves, tortured by her violent humping.
"Yeah, cry you little bitch. I love hearing niggers scream and beg for my mercy. I'm going to turn you out for my cock. Make you spread that ass for me everyday."
Her giant balls swung with dominant purpose. They brutalized his much smaller, diminutive set, beating them until he was unable to get erect. Colleen's huge, pendulous sack smeared his taint, thighs, and frail genitals in her musky sweat and strong semen.
Dezzy's own scent was unrecognizable, he reeked solely of her powerful glands. She placed her foot on his face, squashing his tears with her hot, sweaty sole. The moist, salty skin pressed his head into the mattress, making his back arch deeply for her.
"Get that ass up for me, bitch. I'm not done fucking your sticky slut hole yet. I own you, NIGGER."
She grabbed his trembling forearms like horse reins, mashing her vicious cock into his jelly soft rectum. She was riding his backside with alpha urgency, pounding him until he squealed from beneath her milky white foot. She stuck her damp heel in his flapping mouth.
"You're getting me nice and worked up. I'm going to cream your faggot ass, show you niggers how a REAL. WHITE. COCK cums. Dump my fucking bull load in your bitch pussy. Get your stomach pregnant with my hot spunk. Fucking loser, taking another cock's sperm. Wimp dick sissy. Your little black weener is shaking so hard right now. You love my white cock. You love how big and long and hard it is. You love how it's WAY BIGGER than your little black shrimp. Isn't that right, darkie slut? Huh, you fucking BITCH. You want my cum? You want me to nut inside you? FUCK I'M CUMMING!!! FUCK I'M CUMMING INSIDE A NIGGER!!! I OWN YOU!!! I OWN YOU NIGGER!!!"
Colleen's hips stabbed relentlessly. She moved her foot back for more leverage, hammer fucking him, pushing up and down until he could no longer scream. Only painful, pleading gasps escaped from his lips.
She piledrove him, dropping her superior weight on his ass and legs in violent succession. Her hips were a nasty, aggressive blur, mechanically whipping at his lower body. She swelled to larger proportions watching him convulse in orgasmic agony. Then she collapsed on top of him, releasing her pent up seed.
"HUNNNGGGHH… HMMMNNNGGHH… " Colleen grunted in his ear. She emphasized each steamy rope of her jizz going inside him, panting loudly. The smell of stale doughnuts and menthols washed through his sinuses.
Her sweaty body kept him pinned to the mattress. Her big balls draped powerfully over his. They pulsed rhythmically, shooting dense, boiling rope after rope of her semen inside of him. The long tendrils of spunk became a viscous, molten pool of gelatinous white gunk. She filled his squishy cavity to the brim, flooding themselves and the bed below.
"C-can… can I… see my mom now?" Dezzy felt the soothing, hot rush of her seed and managed to ask.
Colleen reached for her uniforms left breast pocket, grabbing a pack of cigarettes.
"Mmnngghh… of course. We have to get the rest of your stuff anyway."
"Get… get the rest of my stuff?"
"Did I say something wrong? Isn't a slave supposed to live with their Master?"
"... y-yes."
"Yes what?"
"Y-yes Master."
"Good Nigger."