(New story by Mad Gerald) Woman Police Constable Dock Green 1/3
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This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the
gang rape of a policewoman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or
offended by such material please do not read.
WPC Dock Green by Mad Gerald.
Part One.
WPC Helen Green was a police woman with the Metropolitan police,
she was stationed in central London, at the Ethnal green station.
It was a warm summer evening, WPC Green sat with the other
coppers in the briefing room, It was the start of another night
shift. She was a big girl 5`10" black hair, green eyes, a
deliciously pouty wide mouth. Fair complexion. Large 40D tits
crammed into her taut white blouse.
She looked about at her collegues, Dave Brooks, fat sexist oaf.
John Davies, stupid bastard, Tony Smith smarmy git, and Al
Hoskins her sexist Sergeant.
It was just after the racist murder of Steven Lawrence. In the
local area there was an increase of tension and police hate.
The others watched her shift restlessly in the plastic chair,
they sat behind her. Her big firm arse filled the chair, tightly
constrained by her service skirt. Her white crisp pressed uniform
blouse pulled tight across her wide eppeleted shoulders. Dave
made a fuck motion at her the others sniggered. She sighed and
turned in the seat to give them a disapproving look. Her big tits
shifted under her blouse drawing their gaze.
"What you up to smart arse?" She said in a threatening manner,
looking directly at Dave.
"You've been lookin` again ain`t yer" he replied.
She pulled her face at him "Fuck you!" She turned back.
They all grinned at each other. The door opened and the station
officer came in. They all made an attempt to come to attention.
He went to the dais deep in thought.
"Tonight, men, oh and ladies, we have a tip off that a major scam
is going down on the deserted quay side at the docks. I plan to
have an increased presence there as a deterrent. That deterant is
you. We have two problems down there. The first is a gang of
muggers operating in that area. And the second being this tip
off. They may be connected they may not! So we go down there,
patrol, stay in profile and hopefully achieve some good. Sergeant
Hoskins you will be in charge of the operation. Any questions?
Right have a good . . ."
"Sir, I have a question sir." Helen said,
He smiled at her"Well what is it constable?" He drank in the veiw
of her tightly constrained tits, as they pressed against the edge
of the desk and then rode over the top as she leant forward.
Behind her the others glanced wantonly at her arse as she bowed
forward.
"With the situation as it is, should we be in riot gear Sir?"
'You should be in a ball gag and handcuffs' he thought.
"NO No we would send the wrong signals to the public, you're
uniform as it is will be adequate." He grinned and picked his
papers up and left.
"Sir Sir!" Dave mimicked.
She scowled at him her face reddening. "I notice you don't ever
ask any questions dork face, stringing words into each other a
bit beyond your capabilities!"
"Just fuckin` watch it fat arse!" He stood up threateningly
"Cut it out Dave!, In the van in five OK" Al growled.
She put her hat on and strode from the room smiling winningly at
the Sarge.
After she left Dave rounded on him "Why do you let the bitch act
so fuckin` high an mighty, what's the deal? Huh!"
"Because, that way she trusts me, yeah?"
"Meaning?" Tony asked.
"Well she doesn't trust any of you lot, an you've all done your
best to get a sniff ain`t yer. This way WPC Big Jug's won't
suspect anything untoward when she has a fall."
"What fall?" John asked.
"Put it this way, WPC Big Jugs is a big girl yeah. She can look
after herself?"
Dave snorted "She fuckin` thinks so!"
"Exactly, so when we're out she's so fucked off with all of you,
she patrols on her own, and then she hides and has a fag, Yeah
(They all nod agreement) So the Officer neglected to mention a
little something in his brief. Something I left out when I
prepared it."
"Well tell us then!" Dave burst out.
"OK keep your hair on, The gang he mentioned are a bunch of
Rapist bastards who'd fuck their own mothers given the chance. An
of course when WPC Big Jugs comes across them they ain`t gonna
take fuckin` no for an answer. An then while she does her best to
get `em to fuck her to death. We get to watch, an maybe get a
piece. Do I plan a good shift or what huh?" They all grinned
broadly. Al produced a map of the quay side and put it on the
table
"Tony I`ll put her with you all you have to do is get her to
stick with you until you get here (He points to a place on the
map), Then let her do her own thing OK"
"What about the radio traffic she's bound to alarm. Every copper
in London will pitch up" asked Tony.
"You all put your radios in to be routine checked with me last
night didn't you? Well I made myself quite busy with `em, we can
only speak to each other now but only I can speak to HQ. You get
the picture?"
" So only we hear her radio?" Asked Dave.
They laughed and clapped him on the back " Yes Dave wins a
prize!" Said Al
"I`d best get the Cam-corder then" said Tony.
They all set off to go out. When they got out to the van she was
sat in the passenger seat as normal, she had her hat on her knee,
night-stick in the other hand. They all got in Dave drove. The
evening was well into dusk and the shadows were spreading into
night by the time they reached the dock lands. They passed
through the security gate and drove through the bustling London
dock to the area at the far end which was inhabited by the
cheaper companies that sat on the outskirts of the deserted older
quay sides.
As usual they drove along listening to Al laying out how he
wanted the patrol to go.
"Dave you patrol along the waterside with John. Tony you patrol
the loading bays with Helen. I`ll stay with the van and patrol
the roadways." Al paused.
"Do I have to patrol with Tony, Sarge?" Helen pleaded
"You know the rules, we patrol in twos, It's safer that way." He
replied.
She scowled and accepted it without argument. Al nodded knowing
she'd fuck off on her own anyway.
Al parked the van on a deserted siding and they all got out. WPC
Green climbed out and pulled her skirt straight. She noticed her
black lycra tights were twisted and she dragged her skirt up to
mid thigh to straighten them.
Dave watched enjoying the veiw. She noticed.
"Dream on Flub!" She said pulling her skirt down. He turned away
biting his tongue. She put her night-stick in its belt loop and
tapped her helmet straight on her head. They stood around Al.
"Right we patrol for two sweeps, then pop for supper and back
again OK" he told them.
They set off. Tony walked in silence through the first wide
roadway. As usual WPC Green lagged behind him. It was dark now
the street lighting casting long shadows. Deserted boarded up
wherehouses lined the road. Gantries and fire escapes hanging
half illuminated above them. Traffic noise was a low hum in the
distance. They got to the first junction.
"Tony, you carry on I'm just going to catch a smoke OK?" She
said.
"I don't think so, the Sarge will see from here anyway, You gonna
do the usual again eh?" Tony turned to her.
"What do you mean?!" She said curtly.
"Oh nothing, we'll get down the next one yeah an then I`ll leave
you there and come back for you OK" He smiled.
"Your a honey Tony, cheers" they set off again.
"Don't mention it, C`mon lets get on, all right". They carried
on.
They got to the next junction, and went a short distance down it,
to the side was a deep Cul-de-sac partially lit.
"I'm going to wait here OK Tony" Tony couldn't believe it, it was
the place Al had shown him on the map.
"OK I'll get you on the way back, see you later." He strode off.
WPC Green walked to the wall opposite and leant against it, She
lit a cigarette 'Sucka' she thought.
Tony went around the corner and legged it around the next
building. He found the stair way he'd been told of and lightly
made his way to the top. At the end of a walkway a door met him
he opened it and entered. The others were in the deserted load
control office. Al turned from the shuttered window, in the
darkness.
"WPC Green's where we arranged then." He said.
"Worked like a charm" Tony replied. Dave sniggered.
"She should have some company soon" he looked at his watch and
twisted his hand mic. to his mouth.
"Mike Echo four one to Mike Echo four four, everything normal?
Over"
Down below they watched WPC Green reach for her mic. Blowing
smoke from her lips. "Mike Echo Four Four to Four One, Confirm
patrolling, nothing to report out."
They grinned at each other. "Mike Echo Four One Copied out".
"Crafty cow" said john. Then they settled down to watch. After
five minutes. She got on the radio again.
"Mike Echo Four Four, Mike Echo Four One message over" she
sounded hushed.
"Mike Echo Four Four Pass message over" They could hear voices
further down the road.
"Mike Echo Four One, group of approximately twelve youths, black
approaching this location, over" a hint of fear sounded in her
voice.
"Mike Echo Four Four, barely readable, repeat over"
Dave sniggered "Ha! you bastard"
"Mike Echo Four One, repeat, group of approximately twelve
youths, black approaching this location, over" outside they
watched as she crouched behind a crate. They were real close now.
"Mike Echo Four Four, You and Four Three approach and
investigate, backup soonest" he replied
Tony`s radio crackled as she changed channels, "Mike Echo Four
Three, Mike Echo Four Four, message over" Al shook his head Tony
made no move to reply.
"Mike Echo Four Three, Mike Echo Four Four, message over" she
sounded really panicked now.
Helen looked around in desperation she was trapped in this
Cul-de-sac the gang members were heading toward her, between her
and the only route back to the van. 'Why didn't Tony answer?'
She'd have to brave it, they'd see her soon anyway. `Fuck, fuck'
she cursed, pulling her night stick out, she quickly did up the
chin strap on her helmet. And stood up stepping into the street
light. One of them saw her immediately.
"Hey a Fuckin` Copper!!" They all looked around quickly expecting
more. They were all between 16 an about 25 she estimated. Dressed
in normal gang attire. A couple of them had crow bars, which they
brandished menacingly.
"S . . .Stay where you are. State you're business?" She tried to
sound unafraid.
One of the eldest ones a bald guy, big and muscle bound came to
the front.
"We could ask the same, Bitch!" He growled.
"I'm a police officer, you don't speak to me like that, you
understand".
They all found that amusing. "Oooooh are you now, well as your
only one stuck up cop bitch. Surrounded by Niggers! I'll talk how
I like. Do you understand Cunt!". Howls of laughter. She
swallowed her face reddening, she tried to keep all of them in
view.
Three leapt past her, she turned, to keep them off her back. She
stepped back.
"STAY STILL!! STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" She shouted.
"Fuck you!" One of them taunted. She reached for the mic.
"Michael Echo Four Four code Red,Red. require immediate
assistance!"
There was no reply. Up in the control room the other officers
looked on with mounting excitement. She was back to the wall now
with the youths in a tight ring around her. She let go of the
mic. And swung her night-stick up under her arm to protect
herself.
"NOW BACK OFF!!" She shouted.
(Up in the control room "They won't fuckin` kill her will they?"
Tony asked concerned.
"With tits like that, they may be black but their not stupid" Al
replied.)
WPC Green glanced about, they were too deep between her and the
road her only hope was to hurt some and then go for the door at
the far end of the cul-de-sac, and hope its open. Sweat was
forming on her brow, some of them had knives and chains, she
poised on the balls of her feet. Ready to run
"You wanna be careful with that stick bitch it could hurt up your
arse!"
"NOW LOOK JUST LEAVE!" She ordered.
"No you leave" the bald guy said.
"Arrhh what's up? No where to go!" He signalled with his hand.
One of the ones with a crow bar launched forward, Helen swung the
stick and it slammed across his face he yelled and sank to his
knees. Another went for her his arms out to grab her while her
stick was occupied, She kicked him hard in the mid drift
suprising them all. He doubled up. Another jumped at her from the
side she hit him with the stick on the arms. As the stick came
back full of momentum the guy on his knees struck her elbow with
the crow bar WPC Green screamed as her arm rang with pain her
limp fingers dropping the stick to it's wristband. Another from
the side dived in and brought his foot around behind her legs and
up. Her legs were swept from under her and she crashed to the
floor. One launched himself at her and she kicked him away
twisting and rolling she leapt to her feet again. Her hand caught
hold of the stick again as one of them grabbed her around the
waist, she struck him in the head and he fell away. She swung the
stick around as a sword keeping them at a distance. She sprinted
for the door. A second of hesitation and they were after her.
She hit the door at a run, grabbing the handle, it didn't give
she rattled it helplessly and turned back against it as they slid
to a halt.
( now she was directly under the load control window. Her
colleagues had an excellent view. Tony trained the Cam-corder on
the scene unfolding below.)
She brandished the stick, they came at her again. She kicked one
and struck another. As she swept the stick down leant forward.
One darted in from the side his crowbar stuck her helmeted head
hard. She yelped in pain pitching forward her legs buckling she
landed on her knees her vision blurring. The one she'd struck on
the arms earlier kicked her in the belly she doubled over and
crashed forward on her face groaning.
Another kicked her in the side and then she was grabbed and
hauled over on her back.
WPC Green's mind swam, the noise around her was a cacophony of
laughter and hissed voices.
"Get her arms"
"just stand on the fuckers"
She felt pain through her arms as someone did, on either side.
"You fucked her head good an proper, Leon!" Laughter.
Her vision was tunnelled as she tried to remember what was
happening.
"YAHOOO WHAT A BIG BITCH WE GOT!!"
"Get her legs, lift em,"
" YOU TWO! Go stay lookout you get your turn later, now go"
She felt her legs being dragged and lifted, she tried to lift her
head but it swam. She felt her skirt being dragged up.
"AAHH Fuck she wearin` tights, I am disappointed" (Giggles)She
managed to lift her head and see their hands gripping the
material of her black tights around her groin, stretching it up
so another could cut them with a knife. They tore them then
wrenching them open, apart and then down her thick legs.
"C`mon man I wanna piece! Fuckin` hurry!"
End Of Part One.
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