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Evie could hear the bass in the distance before they even got to the festival. The air was buzzing with excitement as her friends walked toward the plaza where all the booths were set up. They walked past a group of boys in the shortest shorts you could legally wear and received a bunch of thumbs ups and smiles that they returned.
Someone—they couldn’t tell what gender—shot past them from the right on rollerblades and leapt on the street, a rainbow flag fluttering from behind them like a cape.
Pride was looking like it was going to be fun this year.
“Roller skates? That’s such a great idea! I should’ve brought some.” Mila said excitedly. She was easily the most femme of the trio with her long curly black hair, red lipstick, and expertly applied-makeup. Most people could guess she was some kind of minority but few got Puerto Rican on the first try.
“Mila, you’ve literally never skated in your life. Plus, they’re rollerblades. Not skates.” Alex said. Alex was the butch. She preferred to keep her brown hair cut short and flat with the tip dyed violet. Evie had never actually questioned if her name was short for anything. Alex was Alex.
“What’s the difference? Plus it can’t be that hard. Look at them zip around like that!” Mila retorted as she stared at the mysterious rollerblading figure rapidly shrinking in the distance.
Alex snorted.
“I’ll give you mine next time if you’re so confident. I’d love to see how many times you fall on your ass before you get to the sidewalk.”
That earned a pout from Mila which won a hug from Alex. It was a scene Evie’d seen play out dozens of times since the two had started dating.
“Ughh. Now I feel even more single. Thanks guys.” Evie said with faux sickness. That got Mila laughing and Alex to snicker. The two suddenly grabbed either of her arms and held her hand which got Evie feeling hot.
“Shhh, no one’s allowed to be lonely or negative during pride month.” Alex said with a grin that made Evie’s brain start melting. She ripped her hands free from their grasp and raced ahead. Evie didn’t really know where she was on the butch-femme spectrum. Somewhere in the middle felt right but the word “futch” didn’t appeal to her. Right now she was in jeans and a pretty masc top but her red curls were super girly and Mila did her makeup.
Regardless, all three of them were wearing brightly colored shirts painted in matching orange, white, and magenta bars. It was something they’d agreed upon weeks ago. Finding a good tank-top with the pattern for Alex on short notice had been tricky but Mila had a friend who’d pulled through for them and made it custom. She wouldn’t even take any money for it and only asked for a picture of Alex posing in it as a payment.
The plaza was full of people. Rows of tents and booths lined the pavement where various organizations were giving out stickers and handheld versions of every pride flag imaginable. At one end, a stage had been erected where the loud bass was coming from. The drag show had already begun and the crowd was thickest around it.
The trio wandered in between the booths. Mila got too excited when the man behind the counter of the booth for some bank handed her a big roll of stickers to look through and started putting several little lesbian-colored hearts on her cheeks until Evie asked if they would ruin her makeup and she stopped.
Alex waved to some friend she spotted who accompanied them for a little bit before drifting off.
They must have walked around for over an hour until Evie bumped into her.
It was right after Mila had started complaining.
“Ow, guys can we please stop walking for like, five minutes? I am literally going to die before we reach the next tent”
“This is why I keep telling you that you need to run more. Just a 20 minute jog every couple of days and this wouldn’t happen.” Alex scolded her.
“Umm, it looks like there’s some free seating on those steps over there.” Evie pointed. She could do with a break too. The heat was starting to get to her. Why did pride month have to be June? Couldn’t we do this in March?
Alex and Mila started walking over to the stairs but Evie didn’t follow.
“I’m gonna get a bottle of water from the vending machine over by the Chandler Building”
“Oh, get me one too!” Mila called over the din.
Evie took off for the odd shaped building where the vending machine was. It was in a slightly out of the way location so she knew there wouldn’t be a line. Right as she rounded the corner, she came face-to-face with the last person on the planet she wanted to meet.
Jadah dressed exactly how Evie would expect her to. She had her usual jeans and jean jacket combo with a pink shirt and a smug look on her face even while her attention was buried in her phone.
Evie wanted to turn around and walk-away before she noticed but was too late and she looked up.
“What are you doing here?” She said flatly.
Evie cleared her throat and tried not to sound awkward. “I’m just getting a drink.”
“Eves, you know I come here to smoke. How many times have you stood there and watched me?”
“You don’t own the fucking alleyway, Jadah” Evie snapped. “I can come here to get a water if I want. And don’t call me Eves.”
“You said you didn’t want to see me anymore. So why the fuck are you back?” She flicked her cigarette.
“I don’t want to see you. That’s why I am going to get my water. Go back to my friends. And go back to my wonderful life without you.” Evie said as she marched over to the vending machine and started pressing buttons.
“Ugh when did you become such a bitch?” Jadah’s voice rose in outrage.
“Why did it take me so long to realize how fucking toxic you are?” Evie grabbed her bottle from the machine and started to walk away.
“Toxic? Bitch, you’re the one who abandoned me!” Jadah accused.
“And I shall do so again. Happy Pride.” It was pointless to argue. The million conversations they could’ve had were already played out. With a last sideways glance, Evie turned and walked back toward the plaza.
Out of the corner of her eye, she’d noticed a movement. Did Jadah pull out her phone again? Fine. That bitch can do whatever she wants.
Evie made her way back over to Alex and Mila were sitting. She tried to revive her good spirits but it was futile and they could read that something was wrong on her face.
“Was she there?” Alex was ever the smart one.
Evie sighed. “Yes and it went as well as you’d expect.”
She sat down between them and started drinking her water. Mila took her arm and started stroking it.
“Sorry, I forgot your water.” Evie said to her.
“Oh don’t worry about it. I can get my own in a little bit.” She said, squeezing Evie’s hand. It was comforting.
“I should’ve gone with you, I’d rearrange her fucking teeth.” Alex said. That brought a faint smile to Evie’s face.
“Thanks Alex but seriously, let’s just forget about her. There’s no point in dwelling on it.” She started getting up. “I’ve got plenty of energy now and you’ve had plenty of rest. There’s still plenty more to see and I’m not going to let her ruin our day.”
Mila and Alex both smiled and nodded in agreement and so the trio gathered up and started to head off to rejoin the crowd.
Unfortunately, they were stopped shortly afterward.
By four very scary looking policemen.
“Excuse me. Can I please ask you three for your names and IDs, please?” The first one said.
“What is it? Did we do something wrong?” Alex was the first speak-up.
“We received a report that you three young ladies have something on you that you shouldn’t.” The second one piped up.
“WHAT?” Alex said, outraged.
One officer raised his hand. “The people around you just want to have a good afternoon. Please don’t make a scene, sir…or miss?”
“Or miss? I’m literally wearing a lesbian pride flag” Alex hissed. Mila grabbed her arm. “Alex, please calm down.”
“Names. And IDs, please.” The first one repeated.
By now, people were beginning to notice. Faces were staring at the girls and the cops and Evie wasn’t liking the attention.
“Here” She said, holding out her driver’s license. A few moments later, Alex and Mila had handed over theirs and the fourth cop was typing all of their information into a tablet he had. The third kept the crowd from getting too involved.
Suddenly, the fourth exchanged a few words with the first one who turned to them and said “We’re going to need you girls to step aside for just a moment. Just around that corner over there. We can do this in the bathrooms.”
“Do what?” Evie was stunned.
“I won’t mince words. We need to search you to make sure you don’t have any illegal drugs or other illicit substances on your person. We received—”
“THE FUCK YOU ARE” Alex cut him off, voice full of indignation. “Alex, please.” Mila said. She was beginning to sound upset.
“As I was saying.” The officer continued. “We received a tip that you were selling illegal substances. Normally, we wouldn’t have to go this far but—”
Tears began to well-up under Mila’s eyes.
“One of you already has an aggravated possession charge on your record.” He finished.
Alex froze. Her eyes darted from Mila to the cop as she realized just how much trouble they were in.
“Now, please. Step aside before this becomes any more of a scene.” The second cop said.
Without any resistance, the cops led the girls around the corner out of the sight of the crowd and the event seemed to go back to normal as if they’d never been there. The police escorted them over to a set of bathrooms by the road where they took them inside.
The fourth one moved to stand by the door. Evie suddenly felt very nervous.
“Now.” Said the first one. “We can begin.”
The second officer suddenly pushed Alex back against the wall and began running his hands over her chest.
“What the fuck!” She shrieked and tried to push him away but he was too strong.
“Please miss. If you don’t comply, there might be more trouble for you and your friends.” His voice was calm, like he was offering genuine advice. It was sickening.
“Alex…” Mila began to cry and cover her body but the third officer forced her hands apart.
“Let go of—” Alex tried her best to push back but she couldn’t get him to budge.
Evie felt a feeling of panic unlike anything she’d ever felt before well up inside her. For a moment, she forgot about her friends and charged straight at the door but the first officer grabbed her arm. She swung at him like an animal but he just grabbed her other arm with ease and pressed her against the wall.
“It looks like these ones are going to resist. Not a single one is willing to comply.” His tone was completely different from before. He barked an order to the officer by the door. “Mendoza, cuff ‘em. We’re placing you three under arrest.”
“You fucking dickless rapist PIGS!!” Alex shouted, thrashing around as the officer forced her wrists into the handcuffs. Mila just cried meekly and didn’t resist as he slid her arms into place.
For just a second, Evie managed to get one hand free but couldn’t do anything with it and the other officer cuffed it first before placing her other hand in the other one.
In just a few minutes, all three disheveled girls were handcuffed in a line by the curb outside while the officers waited for transportation.
Alex shouted loudly for anyone to help but people kept their distance.
Mila kept shivering and muttering to herself in Spanish.
Evie was silent and still but out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone moving and whipped her head around.
Jadah was recording them on her phone while talking to herself. That fucking BITCH was gloating while they were arrested. Evie tried to shout at her but the officer yanked on her and told her to get in the car.
With no choice, she climbed in and the door slammed shut with Jadah still smirking at her from out of reach. A few minutes later, she disappeared as the police car departed, taking them away from the event and her ex.
* * *
It was a short ride to the station.
Well, at least in theory.
For Evie, it was the longest ride of her life.
Every second felt like a lifetime. Her eyes darted constantly from her hands still secured in the handcuffs to the door which she had no hope of opening to the passing buildings outside as if something would magically materialize to rescue her from the situation she was currently trapped in.
There weren’t any miracles.
They arrived at the dull building Evie had always avoided having to look at every time she walked past. Her feet felt like they were made of lead as the cop opened the door and told her to get. Still, she moved regardless and in a few moments, the three were walking into the building.
The moment the doors shut behind them, Evie shivered from being blasted by the air conditioning. It was like stepping onto another planet.
They were brought to a desk where they stood for an uncomfortable few minutes while the officers talked to a man typing into a computer. Evie noticed the look on Alex’s face. She was fighting the urge to yell.
Suddenly, Evie heard voices chattering from the other side of the room behind her. Two men were talking quietly and she could just make out what bits of pieces of what they were saying.
“...those three them? Man, what a catch!”
“I know. Which do you think will break first?”
“I hope I get a crack at the one pretending to be a man before she…”
Evie’s heart sank but before she could say anything, they were suddenly ushered away once again. This time they were led through a set of doors, down a hallway, then another one. It was incredible how a building so small could feel so much like a labyrinth they were becoming more lost in by the minute.
At last, they were directed into a concrete room that had only one large window that they couldn’t see through and a few benches lining the walls. It looked more bleak and empty than a prison cell. They were told to sit down and wait for more instructions.
The moment the door closed, it was like a switch went off in their heads. They were told to sit but none of them did. Evie paced back and forth in the small room while Alex tried to comfort Mila in the corner.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. Look— It’s a fake out. Those dickheads just want to scare us. I’m sure.” Alex's voice was shaking. She sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.
Those bastards hadn’t removed their cuffs so there was only so much they could do. Alex raised her hands to try and stroke Mila’s cheek only for the dark-haired girl to suddenly pull her into a kiss. For a moment, all three of them were silent and Mila pulled back leaving Alex in shock with a red lipstick stain on her mouth.
“I...I love you. I love you and whatever happens can’t change that. It won’t.” Mila was in hysterics. She turned to Evie. “You too. No matter what.”
Evie felt a lump begin to well up in her throat too and started.
“I’m sorry. This is all my fault. Jadah must’ve called them after what I said. She had to have—”
Alex cut her off.
“Don’t you dare pretend it’s your fault. That psycho bitch is a fucking traitor. When I get my hands on her, I’m gonna—” They were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and spun around to see more officers walking in. Evie did not see an ounce of humanity in any of their expressions.
“C’mon. Why did you stop? We were cheering when it looked like you were getting started ahead of us.” The first one said with a snicker. Evie shivered.
“Getting started.” The realization he was referring to the kiss flashed through each of their minds and it dawned on them they must’ve been watching them the entire time.
“You motherfuckers! You motherfucking pieces of—” Alex erupted into profanities but they just laughed at her.
“She’s so cute when she’s angry. I told you she’d be the fun one.” One of them chirped which got a few laughs from his friends.
The men moved forward confidently without giving the slightest impression of feeling in danger. “It’s because they aren’t. There is absolutely nothing we can do.” The thought tied knots in Evie’s stomach as she instinctively backed up.
Alex stood up straight in defiance but that just made them target her first with one officer grabbing her left shoulder while another took her right arm. “Get the FUCK off me” She roared.
Mila backed into the corner in a panic. The guard in front of her just smiled and unfurled his palm revealing a small key. “What’s the matter? Those cuffs don’t look very comfortable. Don’t you wanna lose them?” She weakly muttered “P..please don’t..”
Evie recognized him as one of the four that arrested them. All of them were present, she noticed. Plus a few others and god knows how many more were watching from somewhere. They could have a whole audience for all she knew and that terrified her.
Evie felt the wall behind her. End of the line.
Two men were towering over her and she sized them up, going from their feet up to their fearless faces. Her gaze lingered for just a moment on their belts. She knew they were enjoying this and her heart pounded and pounded in her chest. Despite it…she couldn’t run. She couldn’t fight back. She couldn’t move even a single muscle.
Not even as they took her arms and slid the key into the handcuffs which popped off with a small click.
“At least one of them knows how to behave!” One of the two said which got a roar of laughs. “You get a gold star!”
“Actually, I bet she’s losing one!” Another said with a snicker. “No way. If she’s this well behaved, somebody must have taught her.” They joked back and forth as they fumbled with their belts.
With their belts…
Suddenly, Evie came to life again and stumbled back into the wall but it was far, far too late. One of them grabbed her shoulders and forced her down on her knees while she panicked.
“No! No! No…please!”
“C’mon. You were so well-behaved. Don’t lose it now.”
“Looks like I’m gonna have to revoke that gold star after all.”
They were both snickering as Evie came fact-to-face with her first cock.
It was terrifying.
Evie had never had a boyfriend before. She figured out that there wasn’t a single boy on the planet that interested her way too early for that to happen. Of course she’d used dildos a few times before though she honestly preferred the intimacy of fingers but even then, nothing could’ve prepared her for this.
It must’ve been at least a half-foot. Evie’s brain couldn’t process what was happening fast enough to get more accurate than that.She saw thick veins running along the side of it and a thin droplet of precum already budding at the tip. He was already dripping with excitement…
She felt his hand press against the side of her head.
“Open up, dyke.” He said with a growl. He didn’t need to specify the consequences if she didn’t.
Tears rolling down her cheeks, Evie’s lips parted as he pressed his manhood through her lips and she choked back a sob.
She didn’t think it was possible for her to take his full length. He didn’t care. He pressed forward until he was satisfied and exhaled.
“Phew! That’s a good girl! Keep it up!” He began to thrust back and forth, coaxing himself deeper and deeper. Evie tried to push him back but it was futile. She made involuntary noises that seemed to entice him even more.
“Mmmph! Mmhmmph!” Tears rolled freely down her cheek and stained the lesbian pride colors of her shirt.
Elsewhere in the room, Alex and Mila weren’t faring any better. The cops who’d grabbed Alex knew better than to trust their dicks near her mouth and instead pinned her against the wall. They hadn’t bothered to uncuff her. Two had her arms while a third was feeling her up. Suddenly, she flinched and he yelled, “Hey this one’s wearing something extra underneath!”
He pulled up the hem of her top to reveal the tip of Alex’s binder.
Alex kicked and screamed more profanities. Her face was red.
“Hold on, I’ve seen one of these before. Let me see if there’s a zipper…” Another said as he approached.
“DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH—” Alex started before being cut off as one gripped her chin and forced her head back.
The man reached his hand up her shirt with some difficulty before finally jerking it back. A loud “Zip!!” sound was audible.
…and Alex’s chest was noticeably larger.
The room roared with laughter as Alex failed to fight back tears.
“Aww look! She DOES have tits!”
“Why did she try to hide them? Is she one of the ones who thinks she’s a man?”
“Fuck you!...Fuck you!” Alex repeated it over and over again but she was crying now and her voice sounded shaky and emotional, not defiant.
One of the ones who arrested them gripped her breast tightly through the orange and white bars of her top and called over to Mila. “Hey! Come get a good look at your boyfriend!” He enunciated the last word.
The guards who’d uncuffed Mila had bent her over the bench and lifted up her skirt. Apparently disappointed that she’d chosen to wear shorts instead of something more enticing, they were punishing her by pulling them down and spanking her. Her make-up was already running.
She looked over and saw her girlfriend pinned with the men's hands running roughly over her chest.
“Alex!” She cried out, distressed. Alex couldn’t bring herself to meet her gaze.
One of the men assaulting Mila seized the opportunity to reach into her skirt and grab hold of her underwear. Despite her shrieking and legs flailing, he exposed her bare ass to the air, winning another round of hollers and whistles. He held up her underwear like it was a prize.
“Alex...” She cried helplessly again but Alex just closed her eyes tightly. One of the men attacking Mila got a real kick out of that.
“Sorry, it looks like your “boyfriend” isn’t interested in you anymore. Don’t worry. Plenty more fish in the sea, right?” He loosened his belt and slid down his pants. He bent over behind her, positioning himself in front of her sore, red, trembling ass.
“But then again, you were only playing pretend. Weren’t you?” Their bodies came together with a loud clap and Mila shrieked. Almost as if to console her, he patted her head and kissed the back of her neck.
“Alex…” She weakly moaned again. Tears leaked out of Alex’s still shut eyes.
The officer throat-fucking Evie didn’t let up in the slightest as things transpired behind him.
“You hear that, dyke? Sounds like your friends broke up. Ah well, it was gonna happen eventually anyways.” Evie had not, in fact, heard that. She was too busy struggling to survive to understand anything happening around her. Almost nothing existed except for the throbbing cock in her mouth.
It moved and spasmed with each thrust. Her tongue laid flat against the bottom of her mouth and she felt it pass over every time he filled her. Her lungs screamed for her to breathe but she could only take small sips through her nose. Her jaw ached but his hands on the side of her head kept her too scared to close it.
Suddenly, she heard him grunt and felt him begin to thrust with more energy.
“Fuck. That’s a good dyke.”
His cock pulsed in her mouth and she felt his hot cum erupt on her tongue and rush down her throat. He pulled out and she coughed and sputtered, fresh tears welling up in her eyes. The taste was revolting and she didn’t think it would ever leave. They released her as she spat it out onto the floor. When her vision cleared, the first thing she saw were white stains in the orange bars of her shirt.
The noises around her crystallized into jeering voices.
“Not a fan of the taste? You’ll get used to it eventually.”
“No way that was her first load! I bet she takes one every night!”
She felt hands running down her back, grabbing at her pants. Rough fingers groped her ass and pulled at the hem of her pants around her waist. She should’ve fought them. She should’ve kicked at them but couldn’t muster the will to.
One of them jerked her leg back and she face-planted into the cold cement floor and let out a groan. They flipped her over on her back and she felt hands undo the zipper of her pants. Now loosened, the men assaulting her pulled them down more easily and Evie felt the cold air on her lower half. One of the men held her torso in place from behind while he groped her chest.
Evie didn’t fight back during any of it. She was past that point already. She was like one big doll they could put in whatever position they liked.
One of them slapped the shoulder of the man who’d used her throat.
“Dammit, it looks like you broke her already”
He just laughed. “Don’t blame me. It’s her fault she broke so easily.”
“It’s my fault?” The question drifted through Evie’s mind as one of them pulled down her panties, removing the last obstacle.
As the man climbed on top of her and she felt the head of his cock pressing into her, the only thing she felt was an overwhelming sense of guilt at getting herself and her friends in this situation.
In one movement, the nameless police officer plunged into Evie and she gasped in pain.
Back when she and Jadah used to date, Jadah had this huge strap-on that she always wanted to use on her. Every time, Evie’s answer was a hard no. She hated feeling like she was at someone else’s mercy. She hated being treated roughly. And most of all, she hated feeling like she was being used. It might be irrational but she’d never felt like she could trust anyone enough to use one with her without feeling degraded.
Every single one of those fears she’d felt surged through her all at once.
Pain flared as she struggled to accommodate the cock forcing its way into her. She felt like she was going to split in half. Was it even possible for him to fit? How could anyone say that this is what sex is supposed to be like?
She started to make noise as he thrusted again. If he cared at all about how this felt for her, his movements didn’t display it. He thrusted. Then again. His hands kept her shoulders pinned to the floor and his body rubbed against hers over and over again each time he moved.
As he continued pounding away, something much worse than pain began to bubble up inside her. Even as she groaned weakly and struggled under his weight, small flashes of pleasure shot out each time he moved. She couldn’t help being acutely aware of how aroused she was.
It was the most humiliating feeling she could ever imagine.
She really was just a toy to him.
And she was getting off from being one.
On the other side of the room, Mila sobbed quietly under her assault while the other cops uncuffed Alex. The fiery butch’s flames had gone out and she meekly stood as the cuffs slid off. Her arms hung limply at her side.
“Lift up your shirt!” One of the men ordered. The others snickered and laughed.
“C’mon! Either you can do it or we can do it for you!”
“There’s no point in hiding ‘em!”
Alex’s reddened face contorted in a grimace but she gripped the hem of her striped shirt and began to lift, earning some whistles and hoots. She raised it up to the point where her underboob was just barely visible through the parted binder when her hands began to shake.
One of the men grabbed her hand.
“ALL the way up!” He said with a growl and began to tug. He was joined by a flurry of hands grabbing and pulling at her shirt. Alex jumped back but was completely helpless.
“Get the fu— Stop!” Alex pleaded but was cut off as they pulled her shirt over her head. Her binder was pulled off completely not a moment later and her breasts tumbled loose for everyone to see.
Laughter rang all around her. Cops on either side of her grabbed her newly-freed breasts and tightly squeezed them, showing them off for the others like a trophy.
“That’s a good girl. No need to feel ashamed.”
“Can you believe that dyke was really trying to hide all of this?”
“No fucking way. What the hell were you thinking?”
Alex’s whole body was shaking as she weakly pushed back against the men holding her. Her voice cracked as she spoke. “Please stop…please”
A hand grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to finally look straight at her girlfriend as the man fucked her.
Mila had given up talking. She sobbed quietly and wordlessly as he continued to pound away, muttering encouraging words to her. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re literally perfect. Are you really a virgin? You were made for this.”
The man holding Alex’s head spoke firmly. “You see that? That’s what a real boyfriend looks like. You’re not that. You never will be.”
Suddenly, there was a change in the tone of the man assaulting Mila. His voice became more erratic as he thrusted. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh you’re so good! Fuck!” Mila’s sobs were interrupted by a noise that sent a shock down Alex’s spine.
It was a moan.
Another round of laughter and jeers set off from the men around them. One of them reached out to pet her head as her face turned red and she turned her head down in embarrassment. Alex felt something inside of her breaking. It was too much.
She felt her knees wobble and suddenly give out, shocking the men holding her who caught her before she fell and hit the ground. With a sort-of numbness, she watched as the man fucking her girlfriend reached a crescendo, knowing what would come next.
Mila was struggling to hold the moans escaping from her lips when the man suddenly kissed the back of her neck and said “FUCK! Oh fuck! You were meant to be a mother! Meant to be! Fuck!” before he collapsed on top of her.
His hot cum leaked out from between her legs.
“God damn! Outta the way, I want a turn!” One of the cops snickered.
“No, wait a sec. I’ve got a much better idea…”
The man climbed off the shaking figure of Mila while another reached over and grabbed the collar of her shirt. With little grace, he dragged her over like a dog by its collar to where Alex was kneeling and tossed her.
“Kiss!” He barked. The other cops were quiet but still brimmed with anticipation like they were waiting for the punchline to a joke.
The broken couple looked at each other in dazed confusion. Whatever was happening didn’t feel real. Alex looked at her scared, disheveled girlfriend and moved to hold her. Mila’s arms rose to grab her but suddenly they both felt rough hands grab their heads.
“That’s not how dykes kiss!” He said with glee.
He unzipped his pants and his hardened cock fell out between them.
In an instant, the whole room erupted with laughter.
“Now go ahead. Kiss.” He said with a voice full of malice.
Neither Alex nor Mila had a hand on them. No one was forcing them to move. But the fight had gone out. It was too much.
Almost thoughtlessly, their lips came together on the tip of his cock. They sucked at it, tongues colliding underneath. Their faces were inches from each other and they could feel the warmth of each other's breath.
Jeers, whistles, and catcalls filled the room. There was a flurry of movements as men moved to get a better view.
“That’s what I call a fucking kiss!”
“About time those dykes learned their lesson!”
“Fuck! Someone get a picture of this!”
Alex and Mila were deaf to them. Neither acknowledged their calls and stayed focused on what was in front of them.
Alex moved first to take the head into her mouth completely. She’d never sucked on so much as a finger before. She’d always been the dominant in all of her relationships but that didn’t matter anymore. Mila slid down and planted a kiss on his balls before her lips latched onto one and she began sucking.
The man cackled and reveled in their clumsy attempts at pleasing him. A constant stream of praise mixed with insults came out of his mouth. His cock throbbed in Alex’s mouth as she awkwardly tried to take his length further and further.
“That’s right. Keep it going. Whores like you were meant for this”
Suddenly, Alex felt her jaw bump the side of Mila’s head. The two had both gotten a little too close while wrapped up in their worship. Almost like a reflex, Alex suddenly shoved Mila aside and she lost her balance, tumbling to the floor. The sound of laughter filled the room once again but Alex only moved to take advantage of the new space.
Pulling her head back, she pressed her mouth against his balls to suck just as Mila had as if she was trying to prove that he didn’t need her. Mila shifted back on her knees but Alex shoved her aside again without even looking.
“Looks like the dyke’s defended her territory.” The man laughed as she returned to sucking him.
“There’s no need to fight, baby. Forget about her.” Another cop cooed.
He moved forward and dragged Mila away. In a moment, there was another cock in front of her and she was distracted again.
As her friends were steadily broken down, the man assaulting Evie continued to thrust away while those words rang around inside her. “It’s my fault.” Stinging tears fell from her eyes as her body shuddered.
“You were a lot more fun when you were talking.” He said with self-satisfaction. He leaned down to force a clumsy kiss on her mouth before grabbing her hips and pulling her into his thrust. She gasped and a whimper escaped her lips. “C’mon, speak up!” He demanded.
“It’s all my fault” was the only thing she could manage before another moan forced its way out. Her voice was shaky and her body felt like it was on fire. An exciting sensation jolted like electricity through her every time she said it and every time he thrusted.
“It’s my fault this is happening. It’s all my fault.” The stimulation was so intense, she felt herself unraveling. Despite all the pain and the shame, she felt herself on the verge of climax.
“That’s right, dyke! Say it again!” The man said as he spanked her, leaving a red mark on her skin.
“It’s all my fault!” Evie cried it like an ecstatic confession as a surge of pleasure washed over her. She rode out her orgasm as the man continued thrusting still not finished. A strange feeling of relief filled her mind while her overstimulated body buckled. The man grabbed her breasts, roughly running his finger over her tit and she mewled.
He grunted as she tightened in response. He leaned down and forced another kiss on her lips. Suddenly, his movements became more clumsy and she felt the strange sensation of something warm spilling out of her abused hole.
The officer climbed off her and got up, giving her a moment of respite but another moved to take his place. Evie saw the new man’s already erect cock waiting to impale her. She vaguely caught that Mila and Alex were near her in similar condition. All three of them were helpless. There was no knowing when this would end, if it would end, and she didn’t do anything as he kneeled down and climbed on top of her.
* * *
Behind the window in the room adjoined to the cell, Jadah was reveling in the depraved scene in front of her. She shared a seat with her new girlfriend, Quinn, who still had her uniform on though her hands were busy part-way down Jadah’s pants.
“See babe? It’s no big deal. The boys are more than happy to help out.” She said while leaning in close.
“Fuck, Quinn, I..I still can’t believe this!” She said as she continued to watch it all unfurl. Today has been full of surprises, both pleasant and unpleasant. First, Quinn hadn’t been able to go to the parade with her because of work then that bitch decided to ruin her day in that alleyway. When she called her to vent, she didn’t expect things to turn out like this.
Quinn’s fingers brushed against her clit making her whole body spasm. She watched as one of the men finally bent over that butch-bitch, Alex, and thrust inside her. He didn’t seem to need much force. She shivered with excitement remembering how that cunt bragged about her “gold star” back when she used to date Evie. If only she’d had a bit more fight left in her just now when he did it…
“Someone’s excited.” Quinn said with a seductive voice. She massaged her clit again and Jadah moaned. “Fuck! Is it really okay if—ah”
Quinn cut her off with another pulse of her hand. “Don’t worry. I’ve already been told I can take the rest of the day off. Tomorrow too. Why? Did you want to go back to the parade?”
Jadah looked at the forms of her ex-girlfriend and her friends being raped by the men. All of their pride shirts were strewn on the ground throughout the room. She could see the stains of cum bleeding into the fabric. She felt an arousal more intense than anything she’d felt before.
“Nah, fuck the parade. Let’s enjoy this while it lasts.”