Abby hated the night shift. She worked hard to become a police officer and because she was just a rookie, generally worked nights. Abby felt good about being a police officer.

After her divorce, she fretted that she would not find a career. At 38, Abby was no longer a young woman. She had always kept herself in shape and her 5-foot-11-inch frame supported Abby’s 150 pounds well. Without the poorly fitting police uniform, Abby looked like a model with small, 36B breasts that were tipped with small pink areolas and eraser-sized nipples. Her waist was very thin, only 22 inches, and then Abby’s hips were very narrow at only 32 inches.

Abby was proud of her body and maintained herself in outstanding shape through weight lifting and running. At the Police Academy, she finished well ahead of all the other women in any physical contest, and this was a source of pride. Although Abby was just a rookie, because of her maturity and excellence in all aspects of the Academy, she frequently rode the night shift alone.

The night shift was safe; the most boring chore for Abby was cruising through the rich neighborhoods and checking on the fat cats’ vacant homes. Nothing ever happened, and as Abby turned down another street to check on the Miller’s home, she yawned and slowed the police cruiser.

As she rounded the corner, Abby thought she saw a light go off in the Miller’s home. The Millers were important townspeople, with Mr. Miller a superior judge. They specifically requested the police department check their home while they were on vacation. Abby checked her log and saw that the Millers were not due to return for another two weeks. Abby thought perhaps it was an automatic timer, but she could not recall seeing a light on before. Abby slowly turned into the long driveway up to the Miller’s home.

Protocol would be to park on the street and walk up, but it was very cold and Abby decided it was probably just a light timer. She would just check the doors to make sure they were locked, then leave. As Abby exited her police cruiser, she did not notice the shadows looking through the window. Abby inserted her club into the metal ring on her belt, thought about checking in, then decided this chore would only take a few minutes and started up the steps to the large front door.

Abby reached the door and attempted to turn the knob; it was locked. Abby jingled the knob and turned again, still locked. Satisfied, Abby walked around to the rear of the house to try the back door. Abby slowly turned the knob and opened the back door. Abby pulled her club out and cautiously entered the kitchen. Nothing appeared amiss.

Her radio beckoned for a check-in. A routine call when the dispatcher could not hail the police officer in the cruiser. Abby jerked the radio from her belt and announced everything was fine. Abby decided not to bother anyone else with checking the house. There did not appear to be anyone inside, and she replaced her club as she entered the living room. Abby heard a noise at her back, but before she could react, everything went black.

Abby felt the stinging on her cheeks and realized someone was slapping her. She opened her eyes and before her stood four large men with stockings over their heads. Abby could not speak due to wads of cloth stuffed into her mouth and secured with tape. Abby reached for her gun and found her entire belt was missing. Abby realized she was in trouble.

“I think the bitch is awake,” the largest man stated. Abby focused her eyes and tried to determine her situation. Her hands were secured behind her back with her own handcuffs, and her belt with Abby’s mace, gun, club, and radio was gone. In front of her were four men; the one who spoke to her, she heard someone call Eddie.

“Ned, go inside and pull the cruiser around back. Bart, you set up the laptop while Bill gets the digital camera,” Eddie ordered. Abby looked frantically around as the men responded to the commands of their leader. Eddie knelt down in front of Abby and spoke.

“Well, you cop bitch, this is better than we hoped. We thought the Millers would be here and planned to sell that bastard’s teenage daughter, but you’ll do just as good, maybe even bring a higher price.”

Abby did not understand what Eddie meant, but saw her gun pointed directly at her head. Bart had returned and went behind Abby and removed the handcuffs. Abby slowly got to her feet, watching Eddie with her gun every minute. Eddie continued to point the gun at Abby’s forehead.

“Now, cop bitch, strip that uniform off,” Eddie ordered. Abby just glared at him, unable to speak through the gag. This was a mistake, as Bart struck her hard across the face with the back of his hand. Abby did not move, and Bart hit her twice more, bringing a trickle of blood to Abby’s mouth.

“This is your last chance. Either strip off that uniform or I’ll let Bart here beat the shit out of you, then strip you anyway,” Eddie informed her. Abby realized he was right and began to unbutton the dark blue blouse. She cursed to herself because she always wore very sexy underwear beneath her police uniform.

Abby felt more feminine wearing the frilly things. Tonight, she wore a demi-cup black bra and matching black thong. After Abby removed her boots and pants, Eddie stopped her. Abby’s face was crimsoned as she stood before the men, clad only in her bra and panties.

Her hands were jerked behind her back and secured with her own handcuffs again. The one called Bill and Ned returned to the room.

“Let’s get started with the pictures first,” Eddie casually commented.

With that, Bart pushed Abby onto the floor in a sitting position. Bart came around front and kicked Abby’s legs apart. Abby felt her thong separating her vaginal lips as her legs were pushed further apart. Next, Bart yanked Abby’s bra down below her breasts, causing them to stick out further. Positioned like they wanted her, Bill stepped in front and started snapping pictures with the digital camera. Abby tried to make out Bill’s features, but the stocking blurred any clear identifying marks. Abby could tell that Bill and Eddie were white, while Ned and Bart were very large black men.

“That’s enough,” Eddie commanded. “Let’s get the cop bitch strapped down, make the cunt and ass shots, and send them.”

Bart and Ned grabbed Abby by the arms and walked her into the dining room to the end of the dining room table. Abby noticed it was a very large table able to seat at least twelve people. Abby was pushed to the table so that the edge pushed into her thighs. She heard the click of a knife and felt the blade slice through her bra straps, and then her bra was gone.

Bart turned her around facing him and took Abby’s nipples in each of his forefingers and thumbs and began to squeeze. Abby winced in pain as Bart increased the pressure until her nipples were numb. Then Bart suddenly released them, and Abby cried into her gag as the pain returned more intense as the blood rushed back into them.

Abby looked down, and her nipples were now swollen and erect, pointing straight out. Ned came over to her, and Abby noticed her badge in his hand. He commented that the badge would be a good addition to the photos and proceeded to drive the pin into Abby’s left breast. Abby tried to jerk away as she saw her police badge impaled into the soft flesh of her breast, a tiny stream of blood flowing from where the metal pin was driven to the base of the badge.

Tears filled Abby’s eyes as Bart jerked her thong down to her knees and kicked her legs apart as wide as the thin material would allow.

Bill returned with the camera and clicked off several shots, then ordered Abby to turn around. Bart twisted Abby around and pushed her down onto the table. Abby felt her thong being replaced and her legs pulled wide again. Abby tried to struggle free when she felt the rope securing her ankles to each of the legs of the table. It was no use; Abby’s was now at their mercy as she felt the thin strip of material covering her cunt and ass pulled to one side and secured with some type of tape. Although she could not see behind her, she heard Bill clicking away again with the camera.

At the other end of the table, Abby could see a laptop computer. Bart took the disk from the camera and loaded the pictures onto the computer. Abby strained to see the sight and pulled hard against her bonds when she read, “Slaves for Sale.”

“We only have about an hour; hurry and put those pictures out there so we can get some perspective buyers,” Eddie instructed Bart. “Now I’ll see if we can get this cop bitch wet.”

With those words, Abby felt the knife again, this time slicing through her thong. Abby felt the cool air on her now exposed cunt and ass.

“Look here, this cop bitch is shaved.”

Because of working out and swimming, Abby always kept her cunt shaved completely; now it served as a source of pleasure for her rapist.

Abby jumped when she felt the finger inside her cunt lips. Eddie commented on her dryness, then moved his finger up and down looking for Abby’s clit. Abby tried to concentrate on anything else except the touch of Eddie’s finger on her clit.

“There it is; now let’s see if this cop will get wet for me,” Eddie announced as he found Abby’s clit, wet his finger, and began to slowly massage the flaccid nub.

Abby struggled against her bonds and Eddie’s touch as she felt her clit responding to his gentle massage. Tears filled her eyes again as she heard Eddie’s announcement that “cop bitches” were no different from other “bitches” as Abby’s body betrayed her and the juices flowed out of her cunt. Eddie now worked Abby’s own fluid up and down her cunt, pulling at her cunt lips and pinching her clit to increase the flow. She felt his wet finger at her anal opening and screamed into her gag as she felt Eddie’s digit pushed into the first knuckle.

Abby had not even considered that her asshole might be raped also. She and her ex-husband tried anal intercourse one time, and the pain was too much for her, so Abby never tried again. Abby tried to buck her hips when she felt her anal ring tighten around the second knuckle. Then just as quickly as Eddie inserted it, he removed his finger and started on Abby’s clit again. Abby moaned in disgust when Eddie interpreted it as her becoming aroused.

“She’s more than ready,” Eddie shouted, “this cop bitch is so wet she’s dripping onto the floor, and look how swollen her cunt lips got.”

Abby tried to shut the comments out, but it was impossible. She heard Eddie’s zipper and braced herself. Eddie slowly worked the tip of his dick between her cunt lips, rubbing it up and down across her clit. She resigned herself to being raped and waited. Eddie did not disappoint her and slammed his hard cock deep into Abby’s cunt. She was stunned momentarily with the size of Eddie’s penis. Abby had not been fucked by anyone since her divorce three years ago, and as her cunt walls stretched to accommodate Eddie’s nine inches, she was glad she lubricated so much.