The WPC Guild Pt. 03

Police Constable Katie Ratcliffe did not see her day going like this. This morning, she was on a regular foot patrol in the Cannock town centre, when her personal mobile phone beeped with an alert. The familiar WPC bowler hat icon immediately informed her that someone had requested a guild meet-up.

Her excitement lasted all of 10 seconds when she discovered that the invite was from Chief Inspector Victoria Downing. So first off, this was not so much of an invite but an order, and second, it meant a butt fucking for Katie.

As her heart sank, her radio chirped to life, "Control to 351 over."

Recognising her collar number Katie keyed the radio's mic, "351, go ahead control."

"351, you are to report to the office of Chief Inspector Downing for a special assignment," came the reply.

"Fuck," she said to herself before replying, "Roger control, on my way."

At least she would not have to wait until after her shift to be buggered. With no time to get back to the station to get her car, she flagged down a taxi. She told the driver to wait as she ran into her house, only to emerge 5 minutes later in her dress uniform.

Katie was not the slimmest of women, her size 16 trousers wrapped tightly around her bubble butt. The 16-inch collar of her dress shirt was tight to her neck, with the checked cravat clipped neatly to the front. The buttons on her dress tunic were also straining a little around her 38 C breasts and pot belly.

So here she now was, bent over Chief Inspector Downing's desk, trousers and panties around her ankles, as the senior officer fucked her arse mercilessly.

Chief Inspector Victoria Downing was a career officer; she was in her mid-40s and rose to the rank of Chief Inspector fairly quickly and was now a commander of the Cannock division. She always wanted to be a policewoman from an early age, and her career had consumed her. The biggest casualty was her marriage, it did not survive the long hours she put into the job, and the last straw was when Vicky put off having children one time to many.

Though she loved her job, she had a lot of pent-up resentment towards it. This had made her a stern boss that her underlings walked on eggshells around, and she resented officers who managed a balanced work and personal life balance. So, when she wanted to use the guild to blow off some steam, she always picked a constable who was married, and her resentment always bubbled to the surface as she used them for her own pleasure.

So, this is how newlywed Katie found herself at the mercy of Vicky. Vicky was fucking her that was never in doubt as there was anger in her thrust, and Katie just had to hang on and bear it.

"Look at that fat arse," Vicky tormented Kaite, "Fat cows like you are a fucking disgrace to the uniform."

Just two short months ago, Katie felt like a princess in her wedding gown, and now this bitch was stripping her of what body confidence she had. Tears welled up in her eyes as the words hurt as deep as the silicon cock tearing up her arsehole.

Katie had used the services of the guild twice before, with fellow constables. Those had been mutual, sensual experiences, but this was nothing short of torture. Katie clamped her eyes closed and tried to take her mind to a happier place.

WHACK

Vicky smacked Katie's arse hard with a wooden desk ruler.

"You are just a lump of flesh for me to use," Vicky's torments continued, "The cunts on the streets call us pigs, but in your case, you really are a fucking pig."

With the lack of lube and the force of the thrusts, Katie felt like she was being buggered by a rod wrapped in barbed wire.

WHACK, Vicky wrapped her arse cheek again with the ruler.

"Oink for me piggy," Vicky demanded, she was in a seriously bad mood today.

Katie ignored her desperate to try and retain some dignity.

WHACK

"I SAID OINK FOR ME, YOU FAT BITCH," Vicky screamed in Katie's ear.

Tears now streamed down Katie's face, as she let out a defeated cry, "Oink".

"I CANN'T HEAR YOU," Vicky screamed at her.

"OINK," Katie screamed, now an emotional wreck.

The power trip was enough to cause Vicky to climax as her cervix spasmed around the silicon cock in her pussy. She threw her head back in orgasmic rapture.

Coming down from her climax she regained her composure, looking down at the young constable she just sodomised. She felt a ping of guilt at how she treated the younger woman, but not enough to apologies for her actions.

She pulled the silicon cock from Katie's gapping arse and reached between her legs grabbing Katie's panties and yanking them up Katie's legs. Taking the delicate material in hand, she used it as a rag to clean the spots of feces and blood from her fake cock.

After she was happy the cock was clean, she turned her back on the weeping constable draped over her desk. She removed the cock from her own pussy, and pulled the hem of her skirt back down.

Vicky put the dildo into her desk drawer, and addressed Katie, "I'm done with you and I have work to do, pull yourself together and fuck off."

Katie slowly rose from the desk, a hand instinctively feeling her ruined sphincter. She winced in pain as her finger traced around the wide gaping hole. Vicky sat at her desk, getting back to work as if Katie was invisible.

Katie pulled her panties, and trousers back up, and picked up her bowler hat. Without any further words exchanged, Katie left the room and headed to her car. An hour later she was home, naked, soaking in a hot bath. She felt used and violated by Downing, she knew she had to play a submissive role with a senior officer, but she was not expecting to be treated like dirt.

Just after she started to feel human again her mobile phone rang.

"Hello," she said into the phone.

"Constable Radcliffe, this is Chief Inspector Karen Cooke," came the voice on the other end of the phone.

Weary from her afternoon's activities, she answered, "How can I help you, Ma'am."

Chief Inspector Cooke continued, "I'm the Staffordshire constabulary representative for the guild. I understand you had a session with Chief Inspector Victoria Downing this afternoon, can I ask how she treated you?"

A fresh tear ran down Katie's face, "She sodomised me without concern for my comfort. She verbally abused me, and then dismissed me without any regard after she was done."

"This is what I was afraid of," Karen said, "We have had similar reports from other officers who have spent time with her. Can I ask if you are physically damaged?"

Katie snorted, "My rectum feels like the channel tunnel, and I'm still passing a little blood. My bum cheeks are still stinging from the whipping from her ruler. I'm not sure how I'm going to explain the welts to my husband if he sees them."

"I'm sorry to hear that constable," Karen replied, trying to sound empathetic, "Even though you are to be submissive to a senior officer, that is not a license for them to act abusive. Rest assured her behaviour has been noted, and action will be taken."

With that the call ended, and Katie was left to her own thoughts at what that action might be.

Several hours had passed since Karen had called Katie, and now she was sitting alone in her office. She had just ended a video call with the senior policewomen who supervise the guild around the UK. The subject of the call was the behaviour of Chief Inspector Victoria Downing. The call had lasted nearly 2 hours and the sun had just dipped below the horizon.

After closing the screen on her notebook, Karen reached up and tugged her cravat free from her collar, quickly followed by releasing the top 3 buttons of her pristine white shirt. She sighed as she rubbed her tired neck, it had been a long day, but there were still things that had to be done, but that could wait till tomorrow.

The following morning, Chief Inspector Victoria Downing hung up her hat and tunic on her coat stand as she entered her office. She fired up her notebook and started to read her emails whilst sipping her peppermint tea.

A new meeting request popped up from Chief Inspector Karen Cooke based at the Leek police station. Vicky had met her a couple of times in the past at the regional headquarters, but they have never had a one-to-one. She also noticed that the meeting was to be held at the Leek station.

"Cheeky bitch, that is 40 miles away," Vicky scoffed.

She was about to hit the decline button when it suddenly greyed out. A new notification indicated that Deputy Chief Constable Becky Riggs, the most senior policewoman for the Strafford constabulary had accepted on her behalf. Then her calendar was updated cancelling all her appointments for the day.

"What the fuck," Vicky said to herself as her day was rescheduled before her eyes.

The meeting was in just over an hour, so she had to leave straight away. 10 minutes later she was driving north on the A460 towards Leek. She had a nervous ache in the pit of her stomach; this was not a meeting but a summons. Karen Cooke was the same rank as her, she surely would not be giving her a bollocking for something she does not even know what she has done.

The traffic was mercifully light and Vicky arrived at Leek station in just over an hour. Parking up, she headed for the front desk.

A middle-aged man, greying and balding manned the desk.

"Chief Inspector Downing to see Chief Inspector Cooke," She announced to the officer.

"May I see your identification please Ma'am," The officer requested.

Already on a short fuse, she scoffed at the officer as she fished her warrant card out of her handbag.

The officer pointed to the bank of plastic chairs and said, "Thank you, ma'am, please take a seat and I'll let Chief Inspector Cooke know that you are here."

Vicky scoured at him before taking a seat next to the other people waiting to be seen. Vicky felt like she was sitting with a bunch of tramps in their cheap tracksuits, greasy hair, and bad teeth.

"Thank you, constable," Karen said as she put her phone down.

She was sitting at her desk working through reports when the call came through announcing Vicky's arrival. Karen was in no rush to rescue her from the front office and returned to her reports.

After 20 minutes she hit send on the last email she had to deal with and stretched. Today she was dressed more casually in the standard duty uniform consisting of black combat trousers, heavy boots, and a black Lycra polo shirt with a zip up front. She decided to wear this uniform as a show of disrespect for Vicky, customarily she would be in her shirt and cravat, but that was not the message she was giving today.

A PCSO (police community support officer) entered the front office and beckoned for Vicky to follow her. Vicky followed the PCSO as she was led to Karen's office. After knocking, they both entered.

"Thank you, PCSO Clark," Karen smiled at the PCSO, before dropping the smile as she turned to Vicky.

The PCSO left, as Karen remained seated and stared at Vicky. Vicky shuffled uncomfortably like a schoolgirl sent to the headmaster's office.

Karen opened a drawer took out a folder, placed it on the desk, and opened it. She started to read the first page, the atmosphere in the room was tense.

"Chief Inspector Downing, do you know why you have been summoned here today?" Karen asked not looking up from the file.

"No," Vicky replied, her anger starting to boil over at the lack of respect she was being afforded.

Karen took a sheet of A4 paper and slapped it down on her desk like a piece of key evidence in a murder trial. Vicky leaned forward to try and read the sheet of paper.

"You may, or may not know that I am the supervising officer for the policewoman's guild for Staffordshire," Karen announced, "After several reports of mistreatment of junior officers during sessions, you are hereby severed with a red notice."

"You fucking dragged me all the way over here because I got a little rough with the constables I shagged?" Vicky replied.

"A little rough, the last one had to call in sick today as her arse is still bleeding," Karen shot back, "Yes you have to fuck them in the arse, but you don't have to be sadistic about it."

"So, what does this red notice mean?" Vicky inquired.

Karen rose from her desk and leaned towards Vicky, "It means that your privileges are revoked."

"So, you are kicking me out of the guild then," Vicky said.

Karen smiled, "Oh no, you are still in the guild but you are on probation. Until the guild sees fit to take you off probation you are now hold the same rights as a PCSO."

"PCSO?" Vicky said, her eyes widening, "That means."

"Yes, that means that anyone from the rank of constable up can request you for a session and you cannot refuse, and also you will get fucked in your arse," Karen said gleefully.

Vicky shook her head, "And if I refuse?"

Karen stood up walked around the desk, and stood toe to toe with Vicky, "You can leave me your warrant card before you leave."

"You cannot do that," Vicky scoffed.

Karen leaned in so their noses were nearly touching, "Oh, you find I can. You will not be the first officer to be drummed out of the service on trump-up charges, you might even get some prison time."

Vicky had tears welling in her eyes, she was fucked and she knew it.

"Now, as you said to Constable Radcliffe yesterday, I'm done with you so fuck off," Karen said, turning her back on Vicky.

Vicky just stood there in stunned silence, and Karen said forcefully, "FUCK OFF!"

Vicky stiffened up straight, turned on her heels, and left the office. Since her schedule had been cleared, she decided to head home.

On the drive home, she had to pull her car into a layby and she wept uncontrollably for a good 15 minutes. Deep down she knew she was a bitch, she could play the victim and say that she was dealt a rough hand, but truth be told this was her own making. Before she joined the force, she was a kind outgoing person, but as she climbed the promotions ladder her hyper-focus on the job made her withdraw and she became a bitter bitch. It was time to make some changes and try and get back to the good person she used to be.

Once she was home, she changed out of her uniform into some sweatpants, made a large mug of coffee, and curled up on the sofa to watch daytime TV. Just as she finished her coffee her phone buzzed with a notification.

Her eyes widened when she saw the unmistakable WPC hat icon on her screen, it was a message from the guild. With apprehension, she opened the app and saw she had an invite for a session.

The invitation was from a PC Emily Gabbott, out of the Lichfield station, she requested a visit at her home this afternoon. Vicky went to push the decline button, but it was greyed out. She rolled her eyes, she had no choice but to submit to this junior officer. Her name was familiar so Vicky scrolled through her app history, sure enough, she had PC Gabbott over for a session a few months ago.

She sighed, if she was like any of her other typical sexual partners Emily was treated badly, and this was going to be payback. Shaking her head she knew that this was not going to be pleasant for her.

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself, you abused these girls, and payback is going to be a bitch, and you are the bitch" Vicky said to herself aloud.

She was determined to take her medicine and steeled herself for a hard buggering. She then headed back to her bedroom to get redressed in her uniform.

28-year-old Emily Gabbott was on her second rest day after a string of night shifts. She was planning on hooking up with another PC on the guild app when she noticed the bulletin about Chief Inspector Victoria Downing. The bulletin read that due to the mistreatment of junior officers she had been put on probation, and this meant she was now ranked as a PCSO in the guild and fair game for any PC to fuck.

Emily thought back to when Downing had her bent over a table and fucked her arse raw. She belittled her and treated her like a piece of meat. It was several days before she could sit comfortably again. No, she saw this opportunity to get her own back and planned to grasp it with both hands.

After sending the invite, Emily smiled as she headed upstairs to get ready. She laid her dress uniform skirt, shirt, and cravat out on the bed, before adding a set of black lacy underwear complete with stockings. She then hit the shower and as the water washed over her naked body, her clit tingled at the things she was going to do to the bitch Chief Inspector.

An hour later she was sat on her sofa, fully dressed in her uniform with her checked cravat clipped perfectly straight on the collar of her pristine white shirt. She sipped a gin and tonic as she waited for her prey to arrive, her pussy moist with anticipation.

The doorbell rang, and Emily knew it would be the Chief Inspector. As she opened the door to her flat, she saw Downing standing prim and proper in her uniform.

"Come in," Emily ordered the fallen senior officer, and Downing did as she was told.

"Vicky isn't it," Emily asked her.

"Yes, you are Emily," Vicky replied.

Emily smiled and shook her head, "No, I'm Emily to my friends, you will refer to me as ma'am."

Vicky knew her place here, lowered her head, and said, "Yes ma'am."

Emily led Vicky to her living room and ordered her to stand in the middle of the room, whilst she popped to her bedroom to retrieve something. Vicky was still standing where she was ordered, and watched Emily re-enter the room, now carrying her strap-on dildo.

Emily sat in an armchair opposite Vicky and ordered, "On your knees, crawl over here and lick me out."

"Yes ma'am," Vicky replied, before removing her hat, sank to her knees, and crawled towards the junior officer.

Emily parted her legs as Vicky approached her, allowing Vicky access to her sex. Vicky took the hem of Emily's skirt and slowly lifted it up to reveal her black lacy panties. She rested the hem of the skit on Emily's torso leaned in, and ran her tongue over the front of the panties.

The fabric was already moist with Emily's juices, and Vicky started to lick the panties with a steady rhythm. Emily started to moan every time Vicky caught her clit. Vicky actually felt pride in stimulating Emily's cunt, and proceeded to pull the delicate material to the side, allowing her full access to Emily's folds.

With her tongue strumming Emily's clit, her fingers enter the junior officer's pussy, causing her back to arch with delight. Though Vicky was doing this under duress, she felt like she had taken some control of the situation she found herself in. Her goal was to get Emily off as quickly as possible, and maybe she would let her go, but her plan was working too well, and Emily was in no rush to let the senior officer leave so soon.

After Emily came down from her first orgasm of the day, she grabbed the tight bun of hair atop of Vicky's head and pulled her away from her pussy, and again Emily ordered her, "Go kneel in the center of the room and wait for your next instruction."

Vicky complied, and she was surprised to feel her own pussy starting to moisten, this new submissive role was starting to titillate her in a way acting the dominator never did. She had a sense of desire to be told what to do by her mistress, she was so tired of acting like the hard-nosed senior officer, making decisions and barking orders. Today she relished in being the one led, instead of the one leading.

Emily now stood directly in front of the kneeling Vicky, she had removed her skirt and now had the double-ended dildo strapped to her pussy, Vicky was now resigned to getting buggered, and hoped that Emily was not the same type of bitch she had been to her.

"Open your mouth and get this cock into your throat," Emily commanded, "I'm going to fuck that bitch arse of yours, and it is up to you to get this cock slick enough with your mouth, before I shove it in your arsehole."

It had been a few years since she had any kind of cock in her mouth, and she gagged several times as she tried to get as much of the silicon invader into her mouth. Emily looked down at the Chief Inspector trying to deepthroat the dildo, a sense of immense satisfaction on her face. When the roles were reversed, Vicky had just pushed Emily over a table, flipped her skirt up, and entered her without lube. But seeing the senior officer giving her a blowjob, gagging as the tip entered her throat was sweet revenge for Emily.

When the cock head entered Vicky's throat, Emily grabbed the sides of her head and pulled her further on the cock and held her there. Vicky's face grew red and her eyes bulged and watered as she fought for breath. When Emily thought Vicky would pass out, she eased the cock out of her airway to allow her to catch her breath. Emily continued this treatment of the fallen Chief Inspector several times, her brunette hair which was just a short time ago held in a tight neat bun, had stray hairs all over the place. The subtle lipstick was now smeared around her mouth, and her mascara had run down her cheeks from the streams of tears from her eyes.

Vicky was feeling utterly humiliated, but it was making her extremely horny, and her panties were soaked. Her bravado melted with every plunge of the dildo into her throat. After several minutes Emily did not need to hold Vicky's head as she impaled herself deeper and deeper on the fake cock. Emily thought to herself that this bitch was getting off on this, that was not the plan, she wanted her to be humiliated and humbled, not fucking turned on.

Emily pushed Vicky onto her back, "Here it comes bitch, I hope you made this cock wet enough, or I'm going to tear you up like you did me."

Vicky whimpered with anticipation, she was amazed at this new submissive side of her she had never seen before, the words that came out of her mouth were equally shocking to her, "I'm ready ma'am, take me, use me for your pleasure. Fuck my bitch arse raw, fuck the bitch out of me."

Emily watched in amazement as Vicky pulled up her skirt, removed her panties, and lifted her legs high and wide allowing the junior constable access to her sphincter. Emily knelt between Vicky's legs, and looked into her face, Vicky looked so desperate to be penetrated by Emily that she almost felt sorry for her, almost.

"OH FUCK!" Vicky screamed, eyes bulging as the dildo forced its way into her back passage.

Mercilessly Emily kept pushing into her prey, looking at the pain and terror on the senior officer's face as her bowels were being opened up, with a smile Emily said, "Fucking take it you cow, this is for me, and all the other policewomen you have sodomised without mercy."

"YES, I WAS A BITCH!" Vicky panted as she felt her insides opening to accommodate the dildo, "FUCK ME HARD, I WANT TO FEEL YOUR JUICES RUN INTO MY ARSE, MY BODY IS YOURS FOR THE USING!"

Emily withdrew the cock so that only the head remained inside Vicky, paused a second before ramming the full length back into her. As the strokes gained a rhythmic speed, Vicky became transfixed on Emily's check cravat on her collar as it fluttered forward on the out stroke, and back tight against her shirt on the in stroke. It was one of the most erotic things she had seen, and her body was responding to the plowing of her arse.

It hit her out of the blue and Vicky screamed, "OH SHIT, I'M CUMMING!"

The Stimulation in Emily's pussy was also growing, she knew it would not be long until she squirted her pussy juices of the senior officer below her. She decided to humiliate the bitch further.

She pulled out Vicky's arse, "On your knees you cunt," she ordered.

Vicky complied, and watched as Emily removed the dildo from her pussy.

"Open your tunic," Emily commanded as she stood back in front of Vicky.

Vicky unbuttoned her tunic and slid it off her shoulders revealing her pristine white shirt and cravat. With a wicked grin on her face, Emily reached down and tore open Vicky's shirt, revealing her white bra. Emily parted the tattered front of the shirt front and pulled down the cups of the bra allowing Vicky's tits to spill out. Vicky's collar had remained fastened, but her cravat had fallen off, and Emily picked it up and clipped it back to her collar.

Emily stood up, parted her legs so that her pussy was directly over Vicky's face, and started to finger her own clit.

"When I cum, I squirt," Emily announced, "And I'm going to cum all over your face."

To Emily's continued surprise, she watched Vicky tilt her head back, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue out. This was all the sight Emily needed to have her orgasm hit.

Long gushes of lady juices fired from Emily's pussy, hitting Vicky square in the face. The juices were in her eyes, hair, and some into her mouth. As Emily's orgasm subsided, she saw the Vicky that a hot sticky mess, her hair dishevelled and matted from sweat and cum juice, the same juice making her cheeks glisten. Finally, the juices running off of her face soaking into her white shirt turning it translucent.

Vicky sat back and licked her lips as her hand rubbed the pussy juice into her right tit.

"This was supposed to be a punishment, and you got off on it?" Emily said looking down on the drenched senior officer.

Vicky smiled, "It was supposed to be, I was dreading this encounter since you invited me here. But I've never felt so horny and being treated like shit. When you came on my face, I came again too."

Emily was angry, but also a little proud of herself.

Emily was shocked when Vicky stood up and kissed her square on the lips, "Thank you for a wonderful afternoon, I hope we can do it again sometime."

Emily did not say anything, she picked up the dildo, took Vicky's hand, and led her to her bedroom.

A few minutes later, they were on Emily's bed, both were now only wearing their shirts and cravats, both open with their breasts rubbing against each other. Their mouths mashed together, as Emily fucked Vicky's pussy. This time the sex was sensual and they took their time as they explored each other's bodies as they headed to what would be many more orgasms of the day.

The next morning after they had fucked again, after sleeping in their uniforms, Vicky had showered, ate breakfast, and borrowed some fresh clothes from Emily.

As Emily was showing her out Vicky said, "Thank you for showing me what mutual lovemaking feels like again, it has been far too long since I could let myself go like that."

"My pleasure ma'am," Emily replied, now back to her submissive role since the session had ended.

As Vicky got back into her car, her phone buzzed, the WPC hat icon appeared, and she had an invite she could not refuse to visit a PC Sarah Collins. The thought of another session of submissive buggery made her pussy moisten, and she headed home for a clean uniform shirt.