A cop is felt in the park
(Sort of a take off on Pacific-Blue)

by "Buffy"

All was quiet in the small town of 30,000. Cory McNamara, the first bike cop in this tiny town, was cycling slowly along her patrol route, and it was getting dark. She was 24 years old and stood at about five foot five. Her shoulder length brown hair, which matched her brown eyes, was pulled back in a ponytail. She wore a tight white collared police t-shirt (with three buttons at the neck), which accented off her thin waist and full breasts. Her tight black bicycle shorts showed off her athletic legs and firm ass. Her belt held two pairs of handcuffs, one of the keys, her holster with gun, a police radio, and other equipment. She kept another key in her sock.
As she rounded a corner on her route, she pulled out her radio and activated it.
“Base this is Cory. Things are pretty slow out here, I think I’ll head home.”
“Copy that Cory, will you be returning to the station?”
“No, I think I’ll just bike home. Can you punch out for me?”
“Sure thing Cory. Out”
Cory turned off her radio, and replaced it on her belt. Why did I let myself be transferred to this crappy town? she thought to herself. There hasn’t been a crime worth committing to stop since I got here a month ago. The most serious threat I’ve had to deal with is those four kids at the park who are always getting drunk and causing trouble. But I bet even they won’t be there since I tried to arrest them last week. It seemed like the three boys wanted to put up a fight, but that girl told them scatter. I managed to catch HER though. Those boys couldn’t have been more than 13 or 14 years old. What were they doing with that 17-year-old girl? That reminds me, I better go see if they’re getting into trouble.
With that, Cory rounded a corner and headed for the park. No point calling in to the station, this shouldn’t be any trouble. By now it was dark out, and the streetlights had come on. Cory stopped just before the entrance to the park. I shouldn’t need this she thought, as she took the clip out of her gun, and re-holstered it. She then locked her bike to a tree. As she entered the park, she wished it were better lit. I can barely see 15 feet. She walked slowly towards the old wooden equipment, and it eventually came into view.
Closest to her was a 6 by 6 foot platform, which was about 3 feet off the ground. There were two wooden ramps onto it, and a small plastic slide leading off of it. The slide was a semicircle, about 6 feet long, on a shallow angle. From this platform, there was a wooden bridge leading to another, larger platform. This platform was 10 by 10 feet, at least 7 feet off the ground, with a ladder and a slide. This slide was like the other slide, but longer, and with a steeper incline. Finally, 4 feet above this platform was another. A ladder from the lower platform led to this one. All the platforms had safety railings, and were held up by large wooden pillars. The ground under and around the equipment was a giant sandbox.
Once Cory was within 10 of the sand, she could see two of the boys running around in the sand, looking a little drunk. One was about the same height as Cory, while the other was a bit shorter. They were both fairly skinny, almost wiry. Neither looked very strong. The other boy, who Cory remembered as being short and fairly fat, was nowhere to be seen. The girl was up on the lowest platform, leaning on the rail. She must be around the same height as me, maybe taller. Her figure is about the same as mine too, and her blond hair almost goes down to her waist. No wonder these boys do what she says. As if on queue, the blond shouted out.
“Hey boys, look who it is! Officer McNamara!” The boys looked up at the blond, and then turned towards Cory.
“Call me Cory, please.” Cory continued walking until she was about five feet away from the nearest boy. The other boy was about 15 feet away. “What happened to the other boy? The short, fat one?” The blond resumed talking.
“You scared him off last time we met, he ain’t comin back. Glen, Andrew, why don’t you show her the same warmth she showed me last week when she arrested me!”
“Now boys, you don’t want to start any trouble,” Cory remarked confidently. Glen and Andrew didn’t seem to notice.
“Sure thing Steph” slurred the boy who was furthest from Cory. “You take the lead Andrew”
Andrew (the closer boy) produced a small hunting knife from behind his back, and advanced slowly on Cory.
“Using a weapon against a girl?” Cory mocked as she took a defensive stance. “Well I believe in a fair fight, so I won’t use my gun.” Andrew hesitated for a moment; he then swung his knife horizontally at Cory’s excellent chest. She calmly leaned back, and Andrew missed, spinning himself in full circle. He looked surprised for a moment, but shook it off and aimed a downward swipe at the base of Cory’s neck. She nimbly rolled under the attack and came to a stop standing behind him (with her back to Glen). Andrew spun around, swinging the knife wildly. Cory easily kicked it out of his hand, and it fell a few feet away in the sand. Andrew made a move to get it, but Cory delivered a solid kick to his chest, winding him and knocking him on his back.
“Now for the other one,” Cory remarked. However, while Cory was fighting with Andrew, Glen had received a long chain from Steph. Just as Cory turned to face him, he lashed out with it. It pinned Cory’s arms at her sides, wrapping around her torso, over and under her breasts. Cory tried to wiggle her arms free, but Cory’s cleavage kept the chains in place, and Glen kept the 3 feet of chain separating them pulled tight.
“Using my own breasts against me?” Cory mocked confidently. “You very well know these babies will keep this chain in place.”
“Well I can’t help it if you’re a perky-titted bitch,” Glen sneered, yanking Cory towards him and wrapping his arms around her and pressing her against him. “What are you gonna do now?” Cory looked him in the eye and smiled, flashing her pearly white teeth at him. She then head butted him in the face, causing him to let go of her and the chain. Cory quickly spun around, unraveling herself from the chain, and threw it to the side. She then sent him sprawling in the general direction of Andrew, who slowly getting up.
“Well Steph, is that the best your boys have got?” Cory asked as she turned slowly to face Steph’s platform. Suddenly, a water balloon exploded on Cory’s large chest. Except it wasn’t filled with water, it was filled with chocolate syrup! The balloon left syrup all over the front of her shirt, on her neck, and a little on her face. Some began to dribble down her shirt and between her breasts.
“AAAHHHHHH!!” Cory shrieked. “You’ll pay for that!” As Cory tried to wipe some of the sticky brown goop off of herself (which only made soaked it in more, making her look like she was wearing a wet brown t-shirt), she turned to face Andrew and Glen.
Andrew was now on his feet, and Glen was getting up a few feet behind. Andrew was obviously encouraged by Cory’s appearance, a fan of chocolate-coated cleavage. He took a running swing at Cory, while Glen ran over to join the fight. Cory easily sidestepped Andrew, grabbed his outstretched arm, and spun him around. She meant to send him crashing into the oncoming Glen, but Andrew stumbled and fell into Glen’s legs. Glen went flying into the surprised Cory, his shoulder slamming into her breasts. Cory had the wind knocked out of her, and landed on her back. Glen landed in a heap on top of her holding his hurt shins, with his face pressed against her chocolate covered boobs. Cory, who was the tougher of the two, recovered first. She kneed Glen in the gut, grabbed his shoulders, and rolled him onto his back. Straddling him, she pinned his arms with her knees. Unfortunately, Andrew had recovered from his previous tumble. Just as Cory wound up for a knockout punch on Glen, Andrew kneeled behind her. He quickly slipped his arms under hers, and wound his hands up around the back of her neck.
“What the…. Hey, lemme go!” Cory demanded.
“Not on your life sweetie,” Andrew answered, as he yanked her backwards off of Glen. Andrew and Cory were now both sitting on their asses, with Andrew behind her using a Full Nelson. Bother of their legs were in a ‘V’ shape, and Cory could feel Andrew’s erection pressed up against her.
“Glen, come here I’ve got her!” Cory squirmed, twisted and pulled, but couldn’t break Andrew’s hold. Glen had gotten up and was now kneeling in front of Cory’s writhing body.
“Well well well, what have we here?” Glen mumbled, placing a hand on Cory’s right breast. “Time to cop a feel. Or feel a cop!”
“G-g-get your hands off me!” Cory stammered.
“Well, the little hottie doesn’t seem so confident now” Glen whispered as he brought his face closer to Cory’s. “Hold her still, and watch this.” Glen’s face was right next to Cory’s, who tried to pull away.
“Oh no you don’t bitch,” Andrew said. He used his hands at the base of her neck to pull violently back on her ponytail. Cory cried out, as her head was pulled back, her back was arched, and her breasts were thrust out against her wet, chocolaty, and now very tight shirt. Cory gasped as Glen began manhandling them, rubbing them, bouncing them, squeezing them, and pulling at them. He began pinching and twisting her nipples, which he could feel becoming hard through her shirt and bra. He undid the buttons at the neck of Cory’s shirt, stretched it open and revealed the top of her breasts. Stretching the neck of the shirt out, he buried his face into her chest, and began licking up the syrup that had gotten between her tits. Cory closed her eyes and let out a small moan as he slid his tongue along her chest, and up the side of her neck. She began to noticeably rub up against Andrew, who was still holding her from behind. Glen replaced his hands on Cory’s breasts as he began licking the syrup from her face. Slowly, first from one cheek, then the other. A little from her forehead, some more from the tip of her nose, and a bit from the corner of her small, full lipped mouth. Andrew’s hold on Cory became more relaxed and less strict, as Cory’s sensual writhing lulled his senses.
Glen craned his neck, flicked her ear with his tongue, and pressed his hands harder into her prominent breasts. “Yeah, you like that don-AAAUUUUGGHHHHH!!!” Glen screamed out in pain as Cory rammed her head sideways into his, making him bite down on his tongue.
“Gee, that must have HURT!” she yelled as she rammed her head back into Andrew’s, crunching his nose. Andrew yelped in pain, and grabbed his nose, releasing Cory. She quickly kicked the sprawling Glen in the jaw, and elbowed Andrew in the gut. Both went down, neither got up. She then quickly handcuffed both of them. “Now,” she said as she slowly got up. “To deal with ‘Steph’. Hopefully she didn’t run off…”
Luckily, Steph was still watching from up on the platform. Cory stalked towards one of the ramps leading up to Steph’s platform. “You’re mine,” she exclaimed. Cory ran halfway up the ramp, and fell flat on her face. An almost invisible tripwire had been set up, and Cory hadn’t seen it.
“Argh!” Cory screamed in frustration, as she picked herself up off the ramp, and ran the rest of the way up. Steph quickly slid under the railing, and ran to 10 feet in front of the slide. Cory, now on the platform, jumped onto the slide, landing about halfway down it. When she didn’t keep sliding, she tried to push herself the rest of the way with her forearms. They became attached to the slide. “What the… I’m stuck to the slide!!”
“Gee, look at that!” Steph giggled, as she skipped towards the helpless Cory. “Looks like you landed right in the middle of the double sided tape we put on the slide!” The soles of Cory’s feet we stuck in place near the bottom of the slide. Her legs weren’t, as her knees were bent, but her ass was stuck too. Her back was also stuck to the slide, and her forearms were parallel to the sides of her sexy body, stuck to the tape. Luckily, the tape stopped just below her shoulders, and her hair was not stuck to it.
Steph stood beside base of the slide, and gleamed at the motionless Cory. “Well aren’t we helpless? Yes we are! Yes we are!” As Steph continued talking, Cory worked on getting one of her feet loose. Wow, now I REALLY understand why those boys do what she says, even when she’s telling them to pick a fight with a cop. Not only is she tall, trim, and blond with a cute face; she’s a ditz! She talks like one, acts like one, and dresses like one! That black skirt she’s wearing could not be shorter OR tighter. And that low-cut yellow tank top could NOT show more of her breasts, which look like they might be bigger than mine!
“Well officer, I’ve neutralized you all by myself, no thanks to those morons Andrew and Glen. Speaking of whom, I’ll be needing the key to their handcuffs…” Steph quickly undid Cory’s belt, took it, and started looking through it. “Ah-ha! Here it is!” Steph put the key down the front of her shirt, pulled Cory’s gun from its holster, and tossed the belt away. “Now officer, I’m going to go help Andrew and Glen, so you stay right there. Got it?”
“Sure thing Steph,” Cory answered, her foot now free. “Oh by the way, that gun’s not loaded.”
“What?” Steph asked dumbly, staring blankly at the gun. Cory suddenly kicked out with the freed foot, and the gun flew into the dark of night. She then kicked Steph square in the stomach, doubling her over.
“You heard me,” Cory answered, ripping her right arm off of the tape. “YOOOWWWW!” she cried. As Steph slowly recovered, Cory slowly freed herself from the tape. Cory jumped off of the slide, just as Steph started running. “Gotcha now Steph,” Cory murmured, as she dove at Steph's legs. Cory’s arms wrapped around Steph’s knees, who came crashing to the ground on her side. Cory quickly rolled her onto her back, and straddled her chest. “What’s the matter Steph,” Cory asked, as she grabbed Steph’s wrists and forced them onto the ground on either side of her head. “No smart-ass remarks?” Steph tried to buck Cory off of her, but Cory’s weight on her chest was too much. “Well officer, it seems you have me pinned,” Steph whispered, staring seductively. “The question is, what are you going to do with me?”
“Oh gimme a break,” Cory answered, shifting her weigh to pin Steph’s arms with her knees. “I don’t go in for that kinda stuff.”
“Well that’s too bad,” Steph whispered. “That kinda stuff’s pretty fun. But now it looks like you’re in a bit of trouble.”
“Oh yeah? How’s th-oooooooofff!” Using Cory’s weight on her arms as leverage, Steph brought her legs up and kicked Cory in the back. Cory somersaulted over Steph and landed hard on her back. Cory got up quickly, but somehow Steph was quicker. She elbowed Cory in the gut doubling her over.
“Ooooooff” gasped Cory. Steph then grabbed a handful of Cory’s hair, and brought a knee up into Cory’s face. “Unnnngghhhh…” Holding onto Cory’s hair, Steph used her free hand twist one of Cory’s wrists severely behind her back.
“Not so tough now, are we bitch!?” Steph mocked, as she pushed Cory HARD into one of the pillars holding up the higher platform. Steph quickly grabbed the back of Cory’s shirt and pulled it over her head, jerseying her. She gave Cory a quick punch to the stomach, and another to the small of the back. Half conscious, Cory stumbled backwards a few feet away from the pillar.
“Do it!” yelled Steph.” Suddenly, the short, fat boy who Cory thought was missing appeared on the highest platform with a rope in his hand. The rope ran around the railing of the highest platform, down to a lasso that was buried under the sand. Cory was standing in the middle of the lasso, trying to free herself from her shirt. Maybe wearing these tight shirts wasn’t such a good idea…
The boy jumped, and the lasso tightened around Cory’s ankles. Her legs were pulled out from under here, and she fell onto her back. She was quickly lifted upside-down into the air. When the boy hit the ground, Cory’s head was dangling two feet above it.
“Well isn’t that a delicious sight,” exclaimed Steph, as she grabbed the surprised Cory’s shirt, and yanked it off. “Yummy,” Steph continued, examining Cory’s muscular stomach and white (with splotches of chocolate) silk bra, which was filled out nicely. Meanwhile, the fat boy had tied the rope to one of the pillars, and was now ogling Cory’s helpless body.
“Let me down from here, or you’ll be sorry!” Cory threatened.
“Paul,” Steph said, ignoring Cory and addressing the fat boy. “Here’s the key to Glen and Andrew’s handcuffs. Give me the tape, help me with officer McShirtless here, then go free your friends.” Steph pulled the key out of the front of her shirt, which she exchanged for the roll of duct tape. Paul looked happy to oblige. He gave the helpless Cory a punch to the gut, and she grabbed her stomach in pain. He quickly grabbed her wrists, and wrapped his arms tightly around her, forcing them together behind her back.
“Unhand me!” Cory demanded, unable to break free of the upside-down bear hug.
“Fat chance officer McSexToy,” Paul answered, while Steph walked around behind Cory. “Once you’re completely helpless, I’m gonna have a little fun with you.” Steph began tightly binding Cory’s wrists behind her back with the duct tape. “Alright Paul, go uncuff Glen and Andrew, I can handle our dangling ditz from here.”
“You’re not gonna get away with this, my friends will-mmmmph, mmm-mmm-mmmmph!!” Cory’s complaints were muffled as Steph applied a strip of tape over her mouth. Steph then wrapped tape around Cory’s torso and arms, first above her breasts, then at her waist. Cory’s bound wrists were pinned against her ass. Then, Steph wrapped tape around Cory’s thighs, just above the knees. Once Steph had finished, Paul returned with two pairs of handcuffs. “Well I uncuffed them, but I don’t think they’ll be on there feet for a while. This sexy bitch really laid the smack on them.”
“Well gee,” Steph said, more to herself then to anyone else. “Those guys will be pretty damned mad when they wake up. And the night is still young. What say we leave our bound brunette for them as a waking present? I bet they’ll teach her a lesson she won’t soon forget.”
“But I wanted to have some fun with her!” Paul complained.
“Not this time Paul.” Steph said. Glen and Andrew took their lumps. When they wake up, they’ll get some sugar. Let the good officer down.” Paul reluctantly untied the rope, and lowered Cory to the ground. Cory kicked and struggled, but Paul and Steph took off her socks and shoes. They then tightly duct taped her ankles to match the rest of her.
“Alright, drag her over to Glen and Andrew, and lay her across them.” Steph ordered. Paul grabbed onto Cory’s small feet, and dragged her through the sand over to the still unconscious boys. With some effort, he got Cory on top of them “Good,” commented Steph. She kneeled down next to Cory’s struggling body, and whispered sexily in her ear. “Well my tightly taped tidbit, I hope this experience, and your upcoming playtime with Andrew and Glen, will teach you something. Don’t cross me. And if you ever try to arrest me again; it won’t just be your shirt I take, it won’t just be chocolate sauce I cover you in, and my boys won’t just fondle you. You’ll experience a whole new world of humiliation” Steph stood up, and started walking towards one of the exits. “Let’s go Paul.”
Steph, followed closely by Paul, exited the park, with Cory watching them go. I’ve got to get free, she thought. I can’t still be when these goons wake up, or they’ll have their way with me. The helpless, half-naked heroine tried to free her arms, but found she could hardly move them. She then tried to free her legs, but they were bound fast. If I could break the tape around my thighs and ankles, I might be able to get up and run. Cory strained her leg muscles, which became taught with effort. But there was simply too much tape to break. Blast! This isn’t going to work. Maybe if I could free my wrists, I could wiggle my arms out from under the tape around my waist and chest… but the tape around my wrists is too tight, how can I break it? Wait, the KNIFE!! I kicked it out of Andrew’s hand at the beginning of the fight! It must be nearby!
Cory looked around franticly, trying to spot it in the dark. Suddenly she spotted it, not more than 15 feet away. Whew, it that had been a little further away, I wouldn’t have spotted it. Now, to get over there…
Cory began to twist and turn her body, and managed to roll off of Glen. She slowly inched her way towards the knife. Minutes felt like hours, as Cory started perspiring from her effort. Finally she made it to the knife, and maneuvered herself around so the knife was behind her. Good thing they didn’t hog-tie me, or I’d have never made it here. After fumbling it a few times, she got hold of the knife, and sliced through the tape on her wrists. YES! she thought to herself, as the separated her wrists.
Cory then pressed her feet up against her ass, and managed to cut the tape at her ankles. Got to hurry, those guys could wake up soon! Cory tried to move her arms from behind her to in front of her under the tape, but it was too sticky and tight, and kept her arms behind her back. Oh no! I can’t reach the tape around my stomach with my arms stuck behind my back like this! And I can’t get my arms in front of me with this tape around my stomach! Hmmmm, maybe now that my ankles aren’t bound, I can break the tape around my calves! Cory bit down on her lip, and tried to separate her legs. She felt the tape stretch a little, but she got tired before she could break it. Ok, one more try… Cory tried again. Her face was flushed with effort, and her body was slick with sweat. Just when she thought she was out of strength, the tape began to rip. Snap! Cory’s legs were free, and she propped herself into a sitting position. Forgetting about Andrew and Glen, Cory started regaining her confidence. Ok, now I just have to free my arms. But I can’t reach the tape with my knife, and I barely broke the tape around my thighs, there’s no way I can break to strips of tape around my arms. Wait, I know!
Awkwardly, Cory managed to stand up, knife in hand. She walked up one of the railings for the first platform (the one without the trip wire). Cory put her back to the railing, and grabbed onto it with her hands. Holding on to the railing, she pulled herself forward with her legs. After about a minute, she had managed to stretch the tape enough to move her arms. She slipped them out from under the tape around her waist, and was then able to peel the tape around her shoulders off.
“Yooowwww!!” Cory cried, as the pulled the tape off of her mouth. Her hair was a mess, she was covered in sand, and a 17-year-old girl had beaten her. But she was extremely pleased at getting free, and had almost all of her (over)confidence back. She descended from the platform, and went to check on Andrew and Glen. Both were lying face down, next to one another. Cory rolled them both onto their backs so they were a few feet apart. She then kneeled between them, facing Andrew.
“Let’s just make sure I didn’t knock you out for good,” Cory muttered to herself. She was about to place her hands on Andrew’s chest to check for a heartbeat, when his hands shot out and grabbed her wrists. “Well I don’t think you have to worry about that sweetheart!”
“But you’re still unconscious!” Cory exclaimed dumbfounded.
“Looks can be deceiving officer,” retorted Glen, who pulled her bra back and snapped it. “Now, where were we before you rudely knocked us out? Oh yes, we were having some fun with you!” While the still surprised Cory struggled to get her wrists free, Glen undid her bra strap. He then slid the bra down her arms, exposing her perfect breasts. Glen wrapped his arms around Cory’s chest, over her arms. His hands came to a rest on her breasts, but he kept his head well back of Cory’s. “Ah yes, here’s the good stuff!”
“You boys just don’t learn, do you?” Cory asked, regaining her wits. “Well here’s my last lesson.” Cory twisted her wrists around, breaking Andrew’s hold on them. She then drove her elbow back into Glen’s gut, breaking his bear hug. Finally, she brought her other elbow up into Glen’s face, and brought her fist forward into Andrew’s. They both fell on their backs, and neither got up.
“Class dismissed boys.”