Trouble in Megalopolis

by Mad Pete - January 1997

STANDARD DISCLAIMER - If you are under 18, don't read this. If you are, and read it anyway, you're an unappreciative loser who doesn't give a shit about what your parents think. I take no responsibility for any blindness, hairy palms, etc that may result from reading this.

NOTE - This story contains extremely graphic sexual flavors and may offend even some liberal-minded people. This story contains mainly heterosexual parts, with only minor bi-sexual parts. It contains very mild torture and rape. There is no bondage or child porn. However it is strong enough to deeply offend feminists (not that I particularly care about feminists anyway :-) This story is mainly a gang-bang style focused on that wonderous fabric: spandex.

If anyone is interested in using the basic background (the city, the political system, etc, please feel free to do so as I'd like to see more stories from this time period, I'd just rather not to have to write it all :-) ------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was the year 2297, a time of total freedom, where the government has been reduced to near-existance, and helm of power has been placed into the hands of the people. Without any overbearing governing body to watch the public, the people felt happy and safe and secure. Crime rate has reduced to a near-zero, and many of the diseases of the world has been eradicated. Unfortunately, this freedom came at a price: the corporations were free to become more competitive without any watchdogs to control them. As a result, the earth suffered for it. Yet oddly enough, the people remained happy, accepting this as a minor consequence for their total freedom.

With a huge yawn, Zack grimaced as he turned over and got blasted in the face by a ray of sun gleaming into the bedroom via a window.

"What a morning! You should check this out! You can almost see the blue in the sky today!" Razor said cheerily. She stood in front of the window, staring at something Zack couldn't see. However, he didn't mind, as she was wearing her skin-tight red catsuit. With its ultra-shiny fabric gleaming in the sun, she looked like a red goddess, or perhaps more appropriately, a she-devil in that shiny red suit. Her ample bosom were tightly covered within the suit, and her nipples were clearly outlined through the fabric. Such suits were necessary in today's times since with the depletion of the ozone layer and harsher atmosphere, it was dangerous to venture outdoors with bare skin. As a result, not only were these bodysuits a good idea, it was the unspoken law. Everyone wore these suits. However, noone seemed to complain since they revealed the body's sexuality in a flattering way. Nonetheless, she struck him as quite an exotic beauty, with her dark-skinned face outlined in the red shiny spandex hood.

Zack yawned again and stretched out on the bed before standing up. "I'm sure it's beautiful out there, honey, but I need a shower," Zack muttered, still half-asleep.

Razor half-turned and raised an eyebrow at him. "My aren't we cheerful today on this lovely morning?" she said with a smirk. She only got a grunt in response. She smiled and watched him stagger over to the bathroom door, apprecative at his slim well-built body tightly concealed in a shiny black catsuit. His suit was so tight-fitting that every muscle in his body were perfectly outlined. Her eyes lingered over his tight blue-covered ass before he vanished into the washroom. She sighed as she thought back to last night, with their sweaty and grunting bodies thrashing together in a hot steamy session of hard-core sex. Staring out the window again, she fingered herself and could still feel the warm wetness between her thighs, a gift from Zack. She trembled and moaned as she pushed a finger through the near-invisible slit in her catsuit into her throbbing vagina, and she could hear faint squishing sounds as she probed herself. She sighed deeply with pleasure and stopped just before she came. She wanted to save herself for Zack's strong touch again. Zack had an unique ability in today's world that noone seemed to match. He seemed to always be ready for action, plus when he climaxed, he climaxed like noone Razor has ever seen before, seemingly to explode in gallons of cum, more than she'd thought possible in any man. With a regretful sigh, she slowly and unsteadily pulled her fingers away and licked them before picking up a shiny red spandex thong and stepped into them and pulled them on. The tightness of the thong squeezing into her groin and butt felt heavenly. However, the thong served a more practical function: it covered up the slits in her catsuit to protect her tender organs from the harsh outside atmosphere. She checked herself in a mirror and nodded with satisfaction. She looked like some sort of a superheroine from out of those comic books that the people from the last millenium seemed to love so much.

Inside the washroom, Zack stepped into the shower stall and stared at the controls. There were buttons that simply read CLEAN, EXTRACT, and STERILIZE. It was sometime in the twenty-second century that some brillant inventor managed to merge the technologies of the toilet and the shower and a type of a transporter. Zack pressed CLEAN, and sonic waves hummed inside the stall, sending tingling sensations through his body, which felt oddly good inside his tight catsuit. Then he pressed EXTRACT, and a similar energy wave hummed inside the stall, searching for any waste materials within his body, and transporting them out, thus removing the inconvenient messiness of toilets. Zack couldn't understand how the people in the past could stand having to deal with these primitive porcelain toilets. He hesitated for a second, then pressed STERILIZE, and shortly he was ready for the day, completely protected against any "accidents" should an overly attractive spandex-clad female cross his path. It was also a good way to rid his body of any harmful bacteria and/or viruses that could later develop into problems. One benefit of this hybrid technology is that accidental pregnacies dropped dramatically, and the popularity of anal sex exploded, since the shower was so thorough, it left the digestive system clean as a whistle. Not one cell of harmful bacteria could be found in the bowel system.

Feeling much more awake, he stepped out with a cheerful whistle and pulled on his dark-gray shiny briefs to cover up his own slits in his catsuit, protecting his valuable penis from the elements. He stepped outside only to be greeted with a "Why, hello there Batman," from Razor's smiling face. Apparently he looked like some sort of an ancient super-hero from those old comics, or so she said. But he didn't mind since it seemed to make her more like a sex-starved tiger. Indeed, she had a hungry look in her face and was licking her lips as she walked toward him slowly, without saying a word. Zack just stood there, watching her place one shiny lycra-covered leg in front of the other until she stood in front of him, breathing heavily. She reached behind him with her red gloved hands and slipped them into his briefs, squeezing his tight ass. Her fingers slid over the black spandex covering his ass, sending tingles of ecstatic sensations up his spine, and he could feel his cock stiffening inside his tights. She smiled when she felt his hardening rod press against her belly, and stepped back to kneel before him. She pulled his tight gray brief down, and his enlarged love tool sprang to attention through the hole in his catsuit. Without hesitation, she gulped it with whimpering moans, and he closed his eyes as her luscious lips slid along the shaft of his cock. He squeezed her hooded hands with his black gloved hands and pushed his cock deeper into her hot and wet mouth, and she eagerly opened her mouth wide to let it slide down her throat. Already she could taste the pre-cum seeping from the tip of his glans into her velvet throat. She pressed her finger through the anal hole in his suit and pressed against his sensitive anus while stroking his smooth thighs with her other hand. He moaned and pulled out of her mouth, beckoning her to lie down on the bed. She eagerly complied and laid down on the bed on her back, waiting eagerly.

He sat above her, straddling her, letting his smooth tight spandex ass slide over her thighs and belly, driving her wild with the sensation of soft spandex skin rubbing against spandex skin. Finally he sat between her thighs and guided himself carefully to the small but wet hole in her catsuit, pushing his cock through the hole, but did not enter her pussy. "Oh come on fuck me, don't tease me like that, you asshole," Razor cursed as he slyly began to pump slowly, his cock trapped between her tight catsuit and her groin. He could feel the pre-cum dripping from his hot iron into her pubic hair, making his cock slick. "I swear, you better start fucking me or you'll regret it," Razor said with a warning tone, and her eyes flashed. She dug her fingers into his thighs and scraped down to his knees, making him yelp.

Zack laughed, "Don't you hate it when I do that?" However, he did pull back and let his glans rest against her sopping wet dark pussy. He slid forward, sliding into her hungry wet tunnel until his balls were pressed tightly against her perineum. She was still wet from last night's fucking, so he had no trouble entering. He lowered himself, pressing his chest into her tight and firm breasts and kissed her passionately, as his spandex body began to slide back and forth atop her. Razor started to moan and wrapped her legs around his ass, but due to the spandex smoothness, she had trouble maintaining a firm hold as he pumped his hot iron into her. She was completely lost in the nerve-wracking waves of sensations from her pussy being fucked by a thick hard cock, from his hot body sliding over hers, from their tongues darting around each other in a fierce kiss. She could only wrap herself around him and hang on for dear life until a gigantic wave of orgasm crashed onto her, nearly beating her senseless.

Zack stared down at her, watching her writhe in her orgasm as he continued to pump into her red spandex body. God she looked so beautiful. Their bodies gleamed in the sunlight, completely lost in hot passionate sex, with throbbing muscles rubbing against each other.

With a sigh of pleasure, Razor regained her senses to find Zack still pumping into her wet cunt. She smiled at him mischeviously and studied his face carefully. When she figured he was nearing orgasm from the way he was pumping faster and harder into her with short heavy pants, she squeezed her legs around his shiny black ass fiercly, trapping him inside her, unable to move.

"Hey what's the fucking idea?" he demanded, startled.

"Remember I told you you'd regret it for playing with me? Well now I'm making you regret it!" she said with a sly grin.

"Oh come on, you know you enjoyed that," he replied, half-pleadingly, still uncomfortably aware he was on the verge of an orgasm, about to spurt his hot semen into her luscious shiny red body... "Tsk tsk, I always keep my word," she waggled a finger at him. "Now get off you big baby." She unwrapped her legs to let him go.

However, he was still desperate and on the verge of sweet orgasm although that verge was fading quickly. He started pumping into her again with desperation, sliding his shiny body between her smooth legs into her wet cunt. However, she only wrapped her legs around him again on the downstroke.

"Tsk tsk, now you're really going to have to pay for that big time, you bad boy," she waggled her finger at him again. "Now if you try to do that again, I'll have to call in the silver boys and maybe you can play with THEM!" she said with a mischevious gleam in her eyes.

Once again for those unaccustomed to the times, the "Silver Boys" is yet again another nickname for the police, who picked it up after their style of uniform. Completely clad in silver, with tight-fitting shiny silver catsuits, with silver helmets with mirror visors, silver utility belt, silver tools and pouches, and a gleaming silver laser pistol and nightstick hanging from their belts.

"And that's supposed to be a bad thing?" Zack retorted, for they were notoriously sexy, arousing desire in even the most impotent of people.

"Oh I wouldn't know about that. I've heard they play quite rough," she replied, grinning more broadly. "Now get off me before I bite your tongue."

Suddenly Zack realized she was seriously. Grudgingly, he dismounted. His orgasm was beyond reach now anyway. His wet greasy cock slid out of her hot box. Razor sat up and beamed at him. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it, big boy?" She quickly licked and sucked on his penis, making it iron-hard again, and licking the last of the sex juice off his maleness.

"Hey, what's the big idea? I thought you wanted to stop!" Zack demanded again when he tried to push further into her mouth only to have her pull away again.

"That's your punishment. For all day today, I'm going to keep you rock-hard, without any mercy," she replied.

Zack's heart sank. This was one evil torture. He wasn't sure if he'd enjoy it.. to be hard all day without relief...

Razor already had gotten up and pulled her red thong on, and her pussy was now completely concealed, out of his reach. Grumbling, Zack pulled his own on, and tucked his hard-on inside it. His briefs were only just barely large enough to cover it completely in its erected state. Oh well, it'll shrink soon enough. Then a spandex-gloved hand pinched his ass, sliding over his spandex-covered ass check, and he yelped and his cock went straight back to raging hard-on state again.

"Now now, did you really think I'd let you off that easily?" she smiled sweetly at him when he turned around. "Now come on, let's go shopping, I heard they've just received a new stock of hoods at Fredericks!" She bounced out of the room without waiting for a reply. Zack stared after her. So full of life, that girl...

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They stepped outside of their apartment building out into the harsh sunlight. People waved as they passed by on the sidewalk, and a couple of them caught Zack's hard-on and his beaten look, and smiled at him sympathetically. Zack only glowered at them.

Grabbing his crotch again to make sure he was still stiff, Razor started down the driveway to the sidewalk. "Well, come on, follow me!" she said cheerily. Zack obeyed, although not without some mutters. He considered showing his defiance by jacking off in front of her, but he feared that'd only result in further punishments. If he didn't want more punishments, he was trapped, and he knew it. As if reading his mind, Razor said casually without looking back, "By the way, if you get soft on me or if you cum, you're a dead man, so you better make sure you're stiff!" Zack sighed again and started fondling himself through his tights with his gloved hands, keeping his missile stiff and ready to fire. He caught sight of two shiny bodies on the other side of the street on a bus bench, one neon green, the other metallic gold, pumping into each other, lost in lust. Today's times certainly provided much more freedom, that sexual displays in public were not only legal, it was encouraged. It was thought to keep the people happy and relaxed and left without dark feelings. Zack stared as the man in gold pulled out just before he exploded, his white semen splattering all over the woman and the bus bench. A small droid appeared out of a hatch in the sidewalk and hovered over and emitted a sonic wave over the area, and moved back into its hatch, leaving the woman and bench clean of any mess. Today's system certainly was efficient.

Suddenly a shiny red gloved hand clamped over his. He realized he was masturbating franctically and had almost ejaculated without realizing it. Razor waved a finger at him again with a smile on her face. He was beginning to hate that finger. Dark feelings indeed...

The walked up the sidewalk for a couple of blocks, passing other spandex clad couples either walking or fucking with each other. Zack was sorely tempted to join in with one of them, but he knew Razor wouldn't allow it. Fondling his ass and thighs occasionally to maintain his erection, he followed Razor, staring at her shiny red ass. How he wished that his dick was plunging into that soft ass. He could feel her soft ass grinding into his groin as he pumped into her... he shook his head before he ejaculated. Razor hadn't noticed, and he was relieved. That was too close...

Razor suddenly stopped in front of a golden spandex-covered muscle- bound man. His golden spandex-covered muscles gleamed in the sun and his groin had a huge bulge. With a sinking heart, Zack knew what Razor was thinking. She tossed a smile back at him, then spoke to golden-boy. "Hi, I'm horny. What do you think you can do about it?" Zack rolled his eyes in disgust at her bluntness. Golden-boy frowned down at her, glanced at Zack, looking trapped with a huge erection trapped inside his shiny black catsuit and gray brief, looking like a beaten Batman. He understood and smiled sympathetically at him but couldn't refuse. It was somewhat of a semi-law in this society. It was figured that if you turned down sex, you'd spark some dark feelings so it was a good idea not to refuse. Already his bulge was stirring within his golden mound, and Razor eagerly pulled his tights down, exposing his gigantic thick cock in the sunlight. She hurriedly sucked hard on it, sheathing it in protective velvety darkness again. He moaned and grabbed her head with his golden-covered fingers and pushed into her mouth. Zack was uncomfortable aware that this was almost an exact replay of this morning's fun. Razor kept sucking and licking and slurping loudly on his thick cock until he started to moan and buck into her mouth. Zack could hear some swallowing and swishing and knew he was cuming into her hot mouth, and she was swallowing his hot and heavy semen. Finally, panting heavily, he pulled out of her velvet mouth and pulled his briefs back on and thanked her and left. She smiled at him, with a drop of semen at the corner of her mouth. She licked her mouth, and the drop was gone. Zack only glared at her. The hell with this torture, he was going to have his relief soon, no matter what she thinks.

It was only just five minutes later that Razor stopped again, this time, waving down a motorcyclist. The motorcyclist stopped, completely encased in shiny black spandex, similar to Zack, except he was wearing a black helmet and black latex gloves and boots and a latex belt around his waist. He had a slim build and said nothing when Razor beckoned him toward her. Soon his tights were down and his enlarged cock was standing patriotitcally at attention in front of Razor's hungry mouth, and she licked and sucked on it, while he rasped heavily inside his imposing helmet. Despite himself, Zack felt thrilled watching her suck off a total stranger who looked like someone out of Star Wars. Razor stopped then stood up and lowered her thong. She stared into his visored helmet, although Zack couldn't be sure if she saw anything. Still wordless, he guided her to the wall of a store at the edge of the sidewalk, with her back to him. He grinded his spandex body into her back. Zack watched them slide against each other in ecstasy and didn't even need to touch himself for his cock to become hard. The stranger pulled her ass into his groin, and Zack was sure he was plunging deep into the caverns of her pussy. Sure enough he began to pump into her, pounding his groin into her spandex red ass, plunging his long cock deep into her wet tunnel. She moaned and pushed her ass into his groin with each thrust. Zack could only stare helplessly, absently stroking between his legs. With a raspy grunt, the stranger pounded into her ass with a fierce thrust and remained pressed into her, shooting his hot load into her hungry cunt. Zack groaned. This torture was hell.

Finally the stranger pulled out, pulled his black tights on, saluted Zack, hopped on his motorcycle and rode off, never saying a word. Zack's cock was raging, begging and pleading with him to give it mercy by sheathing it into a hot hole, any hole, just please let it release. Zack ignored his cock's frantic pleas and glowered as Razor casually pulled her thongs back on and sauntered over to him slowly, letting him see her red body gleam and glisten in the sun, and she rubbed her thighs in a half-exotic dance. Zack could almost swear she was Satan incarnate. She stopped at his side, "Enjoying your torture yet, honey?" she said sweetly.

"You can be such a bitch you know that?" Zack growled, and stormed up the sidewalk.

"Oh now, let's be calm, dearie," she said in that ever-so-sweet voice as she ran up to walk by his side. Cupping his ass with her gloved hands, "After all, you know how much I love this, but you do need to learn a lesson. No turning down sex, it's the law!" she said, blissfully unaware she herself was breaking that law with this torture.

Zack noticed she suddenly seemed distracted by something and turned to look at what she was looking at then groaned inwardly. She was admiring the pearl-white butt of a cyclist bending over his bicycle which had a flat tire. Another butt stood next to his, this one tiger-striped with white and black tiger stripes, apparently a friend helping him with his problem. Razor walked up to them and with both hands, reached between their legs to squeeze their cocks. They yelped and jumped up in astonishment, then smiled at the exotic beautiful young shiny red-covered lady who still had her hands trapped between their legs. She started stroking them slowly, "Don't you want a bit of fun?" she said huskily. Their faces were totally concealed in lycra hoods to protect their faces from the wind while riding, but Zack could see the gleam in their eyeslits nonetheless. And they were leering at her hungrily. Zack rolled his eyes and waited.

Razor had already taken off her thong and pulled down the white guy's tights and Zack was jolted to see that it was a long hard black cock that sprang out. It contrasted heavily against his white catsuit. Then he shrugged. Why not? Razor moaned softly as she grabbed his shiny white tight ass with her red gloved hands and squeezed his ass, while burying her face in his groin, his cock filling her mouth. The other man in the tiger suit was already lying on his back, his face under her ass, and darted his tongue upward into her cunt, licking away at the juices still seeping from her cunt. After some more noisy licking and sucking, Razor stand up straight on top of Tiger's face, trapping his hooded head between her red spandex thighs. She turned around and laid down on top of his chest, her spandex-covered tits sliding against his tiger-striped stomach. She lowered her mouth onto his cock and Zack could hear heavy slurping sounds again. The black man in the white catsuit kneeled down behind her, his long black cock growing out from between shiny white thighs probed her pussy over Tiger's lapping mouth. He plunged deeply into her, heedless of his balls slapping against Tiger's nose. Tiger didn't seem to mind, he kept licking and sucking on her clitoris and sucking up the juice flowing out of her cunt, pulled out by White's pumping cock. Razor moaned and sucked harder on Tiger's cock, and probed his anus and perineum with her red gloved fingers. Tiger moaned and pulled his legs up so that her head was bobbing up and down between his thighs. Zack could see dribbles of cum splashing from her cunt onto Tiger's face from around White's pounding black cock. Zack couldn't tell if he came already or if it was simply the semen from that odd motorcyclist stranger. He didn't really care, the sight excited him so much he was pumping his own cock, and the hell with the torture.

Razor looked up and saw Zack masturbating wildly inside his tights and waved her finger at him again in an "Uh huh" movement again. That same damn finger again. However, he did stop pumping himself, although reluctantly and it took him all his willpower to do so too. "Ok babe, let's get you onto my cock," Tiger said, although his voice was muffled inside her sopping wet cunt. White pulled his black cock out of her vagina, speckled with white bits of semen. Razor turned around and sat on top of Tiger's cock. "Ride me! Ride the Tiger!" he exclaimed. Zack rolled his eyes again at the corniness. White got behind her and positioned himself carefully over her asshole and pushed into her slowly. However, she was completely experienced in anal sex, so it didn't take him long to start pounding his cock up her ass. Razor screamed in ecstasy at being filled with two hot cocks.

Zack saw a silver-skinned cop approaching him from down the sidewalk. The cop was a glorious sight in his shiny silver spandex, and the catsuit was so tight that it was completely creaseless on his body, revealing every texture and muscle on his body. Also, Zack couldn't see any seams in the catsuit, as though it was built right onto his body. He also wore a silver helmet with a mirrored visor. Zack could see his reflection in the visor and he was shocked at how beaten-down looking he was. The cop stopped in front of him, as if waiting for an explanation for his appearance. Zack shrugged helplessly and tilted his head toward Razor and her two boy-toys. The cop glanced down there, nodded, and headed off in her direction. Zack couldn't believe his eyes. Was Razore really going to get in trouble for this torture? He just had to watch this.

Razor was completely lost in Cloud-9 with Tiger and White pounding their cocks into her with fierce thrusts after thrusts. They saw the cop coming but they didn't stop. After all, they hadn't broken any laws. The cop stopped in front of Razor, his expression unreadable under that helmet. Then he dropped his tights to reveal one of the thickest cocks Zack had ever seen in his life. Zack's jaw dropped. Apparently the cop wanted to join in the fun! He cursed himself for being naive to think anyone would help him after all this time. He watched the cop stroke himself until he was rock-hard and pushed it into Razor's mouth. She opened her eyes in surprise and gasped when she saw it was one of the legendary cops, then smiled and started sucking and slurping on it, squeezing the cop's ass into her mouth. Zack couldn't help but be impressed at how even with Razor's squeezing on his ass, the cop's catsuit never creased at all. It simply dented under her touch, but never creased. Zack wondered what it would be like to be wearing one of those, if it was so tight...?

White grunted and pounded into her asshole roughly, and exploded into her dark rectum. He continued to pump, pumping loads after loads of hot juicy semen into her shiny red ass, then he pulled out, still spurting cum, splashing her and Tiger's legs beneath her. Tiger seemed to be nearing an orgasm himself since he was breathing hard and pumping with longer and deeper strokes. Razor still bobbed up and down on top of him, even after he exploded in his own orgasm, his hot male nectar exploding upward into her vagina, mixing in with her female juice. Razor moaned wetly around the silver cop's cock. Tiger's cock had spent its load and slid out of Razor's tunnel. One last drop of semen seemed out of his cock onto Razor shiny ass, and he was finished.

The officer grunted and grabbed Razor's head and started pounding his cock deeper into her hungry throat. Zack was fasincated to see what made the cops so infamous and was determined to find out. Before long, the shiny silver-covered man exploded inside Razor's mouth, and shot loads after loads of hot semen down her throat. Despite Razor's experience and hungry gulping, semen still overflowed out of her mouth. The cop kept on pumping, still pumping her mouth full of male nectar. He pulled out and semen flew splashed all over her face and breasts. Cum dribbled down her mouth onto her shiny red catsuit. He grabbed his cock and squeezed it to stop the flowing cum as he ordered Razor to bend over on the round. She complied and stood on all fours, her ass sticking up at him invitingly. He released his cock and hot cum flew out again before he plunged it into her pussy. Zack's eyes bulged. This just wasn't possible. How could any one man pack so much cum in his balls? He kept expecting the cop to finish at any moment, but he seemed inhuman, still pumping loads after loads of hot sticky juice into her cunt. All this messiness was too much for Razor and she was lost in writhing waves of orgasms, nearly oblivious of the shiny silver cop's pounding into her. Finally he pulled out of her, and at last there was nothing spurting out of it. Then incredibly enough, he pushed it back into her, this time into her anus, and started pumping into her again. Once again, the cop was grunting, exploding his load into her ass like a volcano. The flow seemed endless. Zack could only stare at the cop as he pumped into her, his shiny silver ass bobbing in and out with each thrust. Even now, on his knees, pounding into her, his catsuit was still perfect, without any creases at all. Zack wanted that suit. Finally, the cop pulled out of her ass, with tiny strings of semen still oozing out of his cock onto her red ass, and she was completely soaked between the legs. Zack's cock was completely hard and he found himself walking toward the cop and Razor. Without thinking about what he was doing, he dropped his tights, exposing his cock at long last, and without further ado, sank it into her ass. He was shocked at the flood that seemed to meet his cock inside her ass, almost as if it plunged into a lake. God, just how much can this cop shoot? The cop merely watched, impassive behind his mirror visor.

Zack pumped in and out of Razor's ass, feeling jubilant at finally being able to find release at long last. Since he was already so horny before starting, it was only after a minute that he felt a wave of orgasm building up within him, and he exploded into her, sending his love nectar deep into her dark ass. Loads after loads of semen spurted into her, and he continued to pound into her, grinding his spandex-covered groin into her smooth ass each time, and each time, it aroused him further, heightening his orgasm. It seemed like Zack had spent a gallon, and he pulled out and semen sprayed all over her back and ass, and onto the cop, although he ignored his soiled outfit. He plunged back into her pussy, where the last drops were spent. All this while, Razor was completely lost in a dazed state of ecstasy, completely filled with male nectar.

Finally Zack's cock stopped throbbing, and he pulled out of her oh-so-luscious pussy reluctantly. The cop nodded and said simply, "You show promise," and left. Zack mulled over his cryptic words momentarily, then shrugged and stood up and pulled his tights back on. As satisfied as Zack felt with his ability, he felt like his load was just a drop in the cop's ocean. Tiger and White were still standing to one side, staring after the cop in amazement. Then they ran off after him to barrage him with questions.

At this point, a maintenance droid finally showed up to clean up the mess, until the only semen left were trapped inside Razor. At this point, Razor finally regained her sensibilites, and smiled up at him. "Enjoying your torture yet?" She asked as she stood up and pulled up her thong, the g-string just barely holding back the river within her.

"Oh shut up already," Zack growled, doing his best to look grouchy. After all, she didn't need to know, did she?

Razor grinned at him, then turned around and took a step toward the sidewalk, then stopped. Zack's heart sank when she turned slowly back to him. "You know... I think I've probably had enough sex for a while. Let's go to the mall now," Razor said slowly.

Relieved that Razor hadn't caught on to him, Zack couldn't help but feel shocked. Nympho Razor had enough? The same Razor who demanded at least ten orgasms from him one night and still hadn't had enough? Nympho Razor who couldn't get enough semen? Zack was too astonished to say a word.

"That cop certain was something wasn't he?" Razor said musingly.

"Oh yes that he is," Zack agreed wholeheartedly. There was something supernatural about that cop.. no way could any man possibly come that much, it was physically impossible. Even he, who was famous for his excessive semen, couldn't even come close to matching that cop. He stared off after the muscled cop covered in that tight smooth silver spandex suit, never creasing as he walked with strong confident steps.

Razor tugged at his arm. "Come on, I know he's a real stud, but we really got to get going to the mall before it closes!" Razor said urgently. With a jolt, Zack realized that the day was getting on. He hadn't realized how long these "side-trips" were taking. At least that meant his so-called "torture" was nearing an end...

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Inside the mall in front of the entrance to Frederick's, Razor squealed with delight as her eye caught a particularly fashionable article. Zack, looking bored, simply chose to remain outside, leaning on the second- floor railing, looking down at the people walking around below. There were a myriad of shiny colors down there. People walked around in pink, red, yellow, green, black, white, patterned, and every color imaginable. Some of them were simply walking, others were eyeing each other, and yet others were openly fondling and/or copulating with each other, which helped to maintain Zack's stiffness, as he watched the action below. Behind him, he heard Razor's excited yabbering as she ran out of the store with something in her hand to show him something. It was a shiny red hood, fully concealing with only slits for the eyes and mouth. She pulled it on, and turned around in front of him. "Well, what do you think?" Razor said, half-muffled inside the hood. Zack stared at her. She could have been anyone inside that hood and catsuit. Suddenly he felt excited at the anonymity, but before he could move, he heard a scream from inside the store.

"Thief! Stop! THIEF!" the clerk ran out and grabbed Razor's arm.

"No, wait, you don't understand," Razor began, suddenly nervous. "Oh yes I understand completely! You're coming with me, bitch," the clerk said in a nasty voice. "The cops are on their way here now, so you're not going to escape!"

"But I'm telling you it's a mistake," Razor insisted.

"She's right, she was just..." Zack began, but already there were cops running down the hall with pounding footsteps, holding onto their gleaming nightsticks and guns. They surrounded Razor, and without a word, they towed her away.

"Hey now wait a minute," Zack began, but was stopped by a particularly stern-looking cop. "She was just showing me that hood, for goddam sake!" Zack growled, but the cop remained impervious and wouldn't budge. Zack tried to pass around him, but the cop simply held an arm out, pushing him back. He was incredibly strong, and could easily overpower Zack if he needed to.

Meanwhile, Razor was fuming. "Look here you assholes, I was just showing this mufmffh," she was cut off when a cop cupped her mouth with a silver gloved hand. They came to a platform and stepped onto it. One cop typed something into the console on the railing, and they were instantly teleported to the police station, where there were more impassive-looking helmeted cops surrounding them. Razor realized she could be in serious trouble if she didn't act fast. Desperately, she turned to the cop nearest her, kneeled down, yanked down his briefs and sucked on his cock, hard. He reeled back in surprise when she wrapped her arms around his ass, pulling him futher into her gulping and sucking mouth. This unexpected sexual barrage made his cock stiffen, despite his training. The other cops didn't move, they simply watched. She pressed her hooded head into his silver crotch until the tip of his erect penis scraped against the back of her mouth. She licked and sucked as if her life depended on it, while squeezing his ass and the back of his legs with her hands, sliding them up and down, then back up between his legs, pressing between his ass cheeks. His suit was so tight and smooth that there was very little friction, and she was already feeling aroused as she licked and sucked on the delicious cop's cock. She gazed up at him, watching her reflection in his helmet visor. He stood impassive and strong, with the silver lycra covering every inch of his body. He looked like a gleaming shiny statue, or a god of sexuality. Razor bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, letting him probe the depths of her mouth with each stroke. Her tongue slid wetly around the shaft, and she could taste the pre-cum on the back of her throat. Encouraged, she squeezed the cop's ass with one red gloved hand, digging her nails in, scraping it down his inner thighs, and dug into between his ass with her other hand. This was too much and with a grunt, the silver adonis exploded into her waiting mouth, hot delicious semen flowing profusely like a river down her throat. She gulped and sucked and swallowed as much as she could, but like before, she was unable to keep it all in, and it spilled out of her mouth. He finally started to move, grabbing her hooded head roughly with his silver gloved hands and pounded into her mouth, ejecting spurts after spurts of the white fluid, seemingly endless. She finally gave up trying to gulp it all down and simply let it flow out of her mouth and dribbled down onto her tight red breasts and the cop's legs. He pulled out his sword from her sheath and let it spray fiery hot lava all over her, soaking her from hood to toes. He seemed to shake for a moment, then his flow suddenly stopped. He bent down to pull her up to her feet. Razor complied weakly, and she swallowed hard when she saw he was still stiff. He hadn't even finished yet, but only stopped himself for some unknown reason!

Meanwhile, Zack was still arguing with the stubborn cop back at the mall in front of the Fredericks store. "Listen to me you asshole, my wife had no intention of stealing that! Why would anyone want to steal a hood anyway, when everyone has one already?" However, his words seemed to fall on deaf ears. His mirrored visor simply showed him his reflection. With a frustrated sigh, he spun around with a scowl. He caught sight of another cop approaching them, a female cop this time. If he wasn't in such a pissed mood, he'd have let his gaze roam over her oh-so-tight silver catsuit completly molded around her shapely form. Every dimension of her body was clearly distinctive, her perfect round breasts and nipples perfectly revealed under the tights. There was not one inch of fabric that wasn't attached to any area of her body, not even between her ass cheeks. However, Zack had his mind on other things as she approached them. "Hey look ma'am, maybe you can convince this asshole so that," he was cut off as the female officer grabbed his arm without a word, and the other cop grabbed his other arm, and they towed him toward the transporter. "Hey so now I'M being arrested? What the hell am I being arrested for?" Zack demanded. He only got a buzzing noise in reply as the transporter activated, teleporting them to some unknown destination.

Back at the police station, there were even more cops surrounding them, no doubt to see what was going on. A very soaked Razor simply stood on the teleporter pad, drenched wth wet sperm both on the outside and on the inside from the day's fuckings. She could only barely remember who she had sex with today, nor did she care too much at the moment, because all the male cops staring at her had hard bulges inside their tights. Interestingly enough, their tights were so tight that their hard missiles were perfectly outlined, almost like being wrapped in saran wrap with all the air sucked out. She gulped and looked around at all the cops. If they all were like the two cops who exploded oceans of semen, and they all were interested in joining... suddenly she didn't want to know what was going to happen. "Hey now, I'm really sorry I took this hood out of the store, ok? I'll just return it, if you'll just let me go. I'll clean it of course," she said, all too aware she was babbling, desperate to be out of here. Finally one of the cops spoke for the first time -- the one she just recently administered a blow-job to. "We are sorry ma'am, but you are not only charged with theft. You are also charged with Section 10.1.7, the refusal to administer sexual aid."

"Refusal to fuck? Hell I've been fucking all day!" Razor retorted.

"Your husband would seem to disagree with that. Under the Penalty Code 2.7, you must be sentenced with the appropriate punishment."

"Oh, and what punishment is that?" Razor asked slowly.

He didn't reply but simply took her arm and guided her down the pad. He led her down the hall then into a windowless room with nothing in it except a leather-padded waist-high table. "Lie down on there, Miss." he commanded in a strong voice.

Razor simply stood there staring at him, uncomprehendingly. Another cop came up behind her and pulled her backwards, and grabbed her to lift her up onto the table. She screamed and kicked to fight him off, but other cops grabbed her roughly, each cop holding onto a limb. Despite the smooth spandex, she was unable to slide her legs and arms from out of their spandex arms. She couldn't understand what was going on as she was lifted onto the table then held down by the four cops as the first cop reached up to his helmet. He undid a latch and lifted his helmet off. For a moment she thought she'd finally get to see a face of the legendary cops, but it turned out he had a hood on, with only slits for the eyes and mouth. His head was smooth and seamless. Just how did they wear those suits without seams or zippers, she wondered. "I am afraid you just violated that same code again, plus an additional charge of resisting arrest has been added."

"WHAT? You are fucking crazy!" Razor screamed at him. He didn't reply but simply climbed onto the bed, forcing himself between her legs. His still-erect penis probing between her legs.

"For refusal of sexual aid, you must be taught to never refuse it again, to anyone." With that, he thrust deep into her cunt, his smooth body sliding between her red spandex thighs.

"This is bullshit, I was only just playing with Zack today!" she sputtered as he began to pump into her with slow and steady rhythmatic strokes. She noticed that there were now a crowd of cops in the room, both males and females, and still more waiting outside the room. They had all dropped their tights, revealing a multitude of cocks and pussies peeking through slits in their catsuits. Several of them were slowly stroking themselves, apparently eager for their turn. She suddenly became afraid, very afraid. As much as she loved, cum, she wondered if they intended to pump her so full of fluid that she'd either explode or suffer serious injuries. She struggled again, but her legs only slid weakly (and erotically) around the cop's ass and thighs as he pushed himself between her thighs. "Now you see, you just tried to refuse again," he said sternly, then with a grunt, he pounded into her cunt with a fierce thrust, slapping his balls against her shiny red perineum, and she could feel a gushing of hotness flowing into her belly like an endless river. Even during the passion, he still managed to look disciplined and efficient, with no wasteful movements just like a cop should be. After pumping into her for several more seconds, filling her vagina to the point of overflow, he pulled out. Thick streams of semen spurted onto her belly, and his cock left an oozing trail of white semen as he moved up to straddle her stomach, wrapping his spandex thighs against her sides, he began to tit-fuck her, shoving his cock between her shiny red tight breasts, and streams of sperm splashed onto her chest and face. Despite herself, she licked the white nectar from the splashes on her lips and basked in the messiness of it all.

Another horny cop had climbed onto the table and was pounding away at her helpless pussy, while yet another silver officer shoved his dick near her mouth, and she nibbled on it obediently. She struggled again, but weakly this time, only to have her spandex body grind against the bodies of the cops, which was an intensely erotic sensation, and she moaned with lust. The cop straddling her chest grinded his tight spandex ass into her belly with each lunge. His spurting flow had slowed to a dribble, soaking her chest and breasts. He finally lifted himself off her then off the table, and leaned in to kiss her cock-stuffed lips before backing away to let another cop take his place on her belly, and soon another spandex ass and thighs was straddling and sliding along her body, missile stuffed between her tits.

Zack stared around with fascination. This was an odd room. It both seemed to have everything and nothing in it at the same time. Closed cabinets lined the walls with symbols etched into the doors that he couldn't understand. But before he could get a good look around, he was aware of something hot and wet coating his rod, and he looked down to see that the female cop had removed her helmet and was sucking him off! Zack closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of it. He slightly felt guilty for Razor, but then the cop slurped and sucked hard on his shaft, expertly licking with her tongue, and all thoughts about Razor were forgotten. The other cop simply stood to one stand, impassive, still wearing his helmet. Zack grabbed her silver hooded head, mainly for balance, since he was feeling somewhat intoxicated from her fierce sucking. While sucking, she pulled her nightstick out of her utility belt, and pushed it slowly into his ass until it hit his prostate. His missile stiffened even harder and jumped inside her mouth, nearly exploding at that moment. She continued to probe with the nightstick inside his shiny jet-black ass. She freed him from his wet prison and stood up. She was just about his height, so it was easy for him to push his body into hers into a tight hug, her nipples pushing hard into his chest. His torpedo slid between her legs into her tight love-hole. He kissed her hooded head fiercely, pressing his lips against hers, while plunging himself into her vagina. The other cop still stook impassionate, his mirrored visor reflecting the shiny black body grinding into the metallic-silver body. She continued to probed Zack's ass with the nightstick and soon he was on the edge of a gigantic orgasm, fire welling up inside his belly. At that point, she pulled the nightstick out of his ass and the other cop finally moved. Zack was kissing her so hard he didn't even see the other cop pull out his laser pistol and adjusted some settings on it and waited behind him. With a grunting moan, Zack threw himself into her smooth spandex body, sliding against her, and his torpedo exploded, gushing its load into her waiting cunt. The other cop pushed the pistol barrel into his anus and fired. Zack screamed as a jolt of electricity shot into his ass, then crackled throughout his body with a fierce burning sensation as all his nerves were assaulted at once from the stun beam. Suddenly his previous orgasm seemed to explode on itself into a mountain of orgasm. It was nothing like he'd felt before. He felt like a being of pure energy and sensation, sensitive to every touch and became intensely more aware of his tight catsuit squeezing into his skin, the skin of his pounding blood-engorged cock rubbing against her vaginal walls, her labias stretched around his shaft, her tongue darting around his, his stomach sliding against hers, and most of all the intense orgasm as his semen gushed into her. Her vagina seemed to clench more tightly around him, becoming a black hole of vacuum, sucking more and more semen from out of him. He was aware he'd already ejaculated more than his normal amount, yet he didn't sense any end nearing yet. He simply hung onto her for dear life and pounded into her soft and firm body, flowing loads after loads like an endless river. It was as if a dam broke from inside him and an ocean was crashing through. The cop fired his pistol into his ass again, and Zack screamed again, not from pain, but from pure and intense ecstasy, like he'd never felt before in his life. Suddenly he felt her gloved fingers squeezing his shaft, cutting off the flow. He gasped as the backflow inside his balls raged angrily, demanding release. He was afraid that he'd explode. Once again, the male cop fired and electricity crackled up his spinal cord into his sex-saturated brain, and the raging inside his balls suddenly increased a thousand fold. She freed himself from his iron missile and kneeled down to gulp it into her mouth eagerly and released him. Suddenly freed, the trapped river exploded down her throat like a raging rapid with one long stream. She swallowed as fast as she could but white nectar oozed out of the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her tight breasts. Suddenly Zack was dimly aware of a hot raging fluid flowing into his shiny black spandex ass, and he realized that the cop had entered him and grinded his silver groin into his black ass without even feeling it, and was now exploding into him. The semen in his ass seemed to fuel Zack into a frenzy and his raging torpedo spurted even more violently into her mouth. She had long since stopped swallowing and was letting it flow out of her mouth freely. She rubbed her breasts, spreading the white juice around her breasts. Her catsuit seemed to be semi-waterproof since it didn't seem to get wet from the white drops. Her eyes were wide as she stood up and turned around to lean against the wall, exposing her ass invitingly, all the while getting splashed with semen from his raging cock. After wetting her anus with his own semen for lubrication, he rammed it home into her rectum, which was waiting to be filled with maleness. The cop's semen seemed to spurt straight through him into her ass. He imagined they must be quite a sight, with his shiny black spandex body sandwiched between metallic shiny silver bodies, grinding into each other, completely lost in an orgy of lust. Zack couldn't believe he had this within him. He should have felt drained long ago, yet his cock was still merrily exploding into her ass. Waves after waves of delicious orgasm pulsated through his electrified and ultra-sensitive body, aware of every sensation. The cop slid into him with strong strokes, sliding his body against his back and ass each time, and he in turn was pushing his groin into her soft and tight ass. She was so full that semen was dribbling out of her onto his cock, and his balls were soaked from slapping against her soaked perineum. He felt as if he could pound into this smooth silver ass for a thousand years. He fondled her body with his black gloved hands, feeling the texture of the fabric. After a while, the cop had finally been drained and pulled out of Zack's ass, but Zack still pounded into her ass with long deep strokes. The cop stared at him in amazement as he fiercely slammed into her. He could understand the cop's amazement, he was feeling pretty amazed himself as well. Never had anything like this ever happen to him before, and he was deeply afraid it never will either.

After several more minutes of hot and deep fucking, his missile finally twitched and the flow slowed to a dribble, then ceased inside her. Suddenly he felt overwhelmingly tired and nearly collapsed, but the male cop grabbed him before he fell and kept him steady. The female cop, with white male nectar flowing profusely down between her silver spandex thighs, turned around to stare at him with amazement. Zack stared back, not saying a thing. He simply didn't know what to say.

Back at the "interrogation room", Razor was busy sucking a long hard cock peeking through from between smooth silver thighs, while being slammed in the cunt and ass by two cops. She had already serviced eight cops. Eight oceans of semen. She didn't know how much more she could take. It seemed as if she was completely full of hot semen, and felt like she'd explode if she took in any more. Nonetheless the cops pumped into her with wild abandon. Around her, the cops who had already had their way with her were now pounding into the cunts of the female cops, who were writhing in ecstasy. Finally the cop drilling her anus exploded like a volcano, and hot sticky semen crashed into her. White sperm seeped out of her anus around his cock, coating his shaft and balls, and dripping down onto the cop's thighs and onto the other cop drilling into her cunt. He pulled out and sprayed her body. Her shiny catsuit was barely visible under the thick white film coating her from head to toe. She enjoyed this cum bath, and indeed, the leather-padded table curved inward at the center, forming a large puddle for her to bask in. Hot sticky juice gushed down her throat and she swallowed some, but mainly let it flow out of her mouth like a waterfall. Sometimes when a female cop, filled with a male cop's nectar, would straddle her face, trapping her hooded head between her silver thighs, forcing her to lap her wet cunt. Sometimes the cop would be full of so much cum that when Razor brought her to an orgasm from nibbling on her clitoris, an ocean of a mixture of male and female juice would crash down onto her face. It was pure chaos in the room, with sex juices flying across the room from several cops shooting their mega-loads. Another cop climbed onto her ass and pumped his hard torpedo into her cunt, squeezing in with the other cop's cock, so that she had two dicks filling her cunt. They pumped in and out of her rhymatically, one plunging in while the other pulled out, like pistons. Finally one of them started spurting, then the other joined in, both pumping loads into her. With the two cops ejecting into her, Razor felt like a non-stop tidal wave was exploding into her abused pussy, gushing like geysters, and the backflow flowed out, coating their balls. She was beginning to think this ordeal would never end, and she didn't entirely feel unhappy about it either.

As the two cops stood off to one side, murmuring to each other about something Zack couldn't hear, he looked around the room again. Now that he had more time to look, he realized this looked like some sort of a training room, with fake pistols, whips, handcuffs, nightsticks, heavy padded gear, helmets, a foam mattress on the floor, and so on. Finally the two cops nodded and walked back to him.

"Did you enjoy that?" the female cop asked.

"Hell yeah I did!" Zack said immediately.

"Would you like to experience it again, and again for as many times as you want for the rest of your life?"

Suddenly Zack was wary. They seemed like stupid questions, yet they sounded like they were leading up to something. "Uh yes," he said carefully.

"And what would you sacrifice for that ability?"

And there it was. Suddenly Zack felt uneasy. He looked for a way out, but could see none. "Sacrifice? I'm not sure what you mean," he said slowly.

"What will you give up for this ability? What will you give up to become a cop?"

Suddenly it dawned on Zack on where these questions were leading. Him? A police officer? Someone expected to uphold the law, whatever law there was left in these days? Expected to deal with the drearier part of life? Still, for that ability... he still didn't understand that ability, but he knew that those silver suits must have had something to do with it, even though he didn't wear one that last time! He was confused. "What would I give up? Such as?" he asked.

"Would you give up Razor to be one of us?" was the chilling question.

Zack froze. Giving up his beloved wife. As much as that mega-stud status appealed to him, this was asking too much. "Hell no, why the fuck did you expect me to give her up? I love her too much for that," he snarled.

"Whoa, calm down, take it easy. Just please answer these questions and then you may go. Will you give up your freedom instead? Freedom to do whatever you please, freedom to go outside whenever you please, and expected to totally obey a superior officer even if it conflicted with your ideals?"

Zack didn't even hesitate. "Of course not."

"In that case, would you instead be willing to break the law whenever your superior officer asks you? Would you accept that as being the only consequence of being an officer?"

Zack was getting uncomfortable with these questions. "Look, I'm not sure where you're trying to lead to with these questions. I thought all these things you're asking me completely goes against being what a pig is supposed to be all about!"

"Please answer the question."

"No," Zack said, disgusted. He just wanted to be out of here as soon as possible, and be back with Razor.

And so the questions went, with Zack mechanically answering them, not really caring about how he answered. "Yes." "No." "Of course."

"Congratulations, you passed the test," the male officer said, smiling for the first time. This unexpected statement jolted Zack back to the present.

"Say what? I thought I sounded pretty insubordinate!" an astonished Zack exclaimed.

"Perhaps, but even the superior officer is not above the law, and if he asks you to kill someone, for example, you certainly shouldn't obey that," he explained.

Zack stared at him. Then he nodded slowly. He understood. They were reverse questions, where negative answers were actually positive.

"We've established that you are an honorable man with integrity and dignity, although you certainly didn't look dignified today, looking like a whipped dog," he said with a smirk.

Again, Zack stared at him. How the hell did he know about that? Then he realized there was something familiar about him.. the way he moved.. and it suddenly dawned on him that this was the cop his wife sucked off earlier today! Suddenly Zack had a suspicious feeling. "Am I to understand all this was a set-up from the start?" he asked.

He laughed. "You catch on quickly."

Zack couldn't believe it. His wife towed away to god knows where, him being whisked to this training room, the so-called arrests, all that was a cover to test him as an officer! He didn't know whether to be angry or jubilant. Then he thought about Razor's "punishment." Well she deserved it at least. Training room... his thoughts switched back to those words. Training room.. ah, of course. He should have figured there was a reason they chose this particular room. "Um where's Razor by the way?"

"Oh she's in the station, and from what we know about her, I'm sure she's enjoying herself," he said mysteriously.

Zack raised an eyebrow at him. Then he smiled. He thought he understood. No doubt she's having the time of her life all right.

"I'm Zumas, and this is Benson," the female officer said in a friendly voice. "I'm sure you must have a million questions, but first, there is a real sacrifice to be made. Will you give up your old job to be a full-time officer?"

"Yes," Zack responded, not even hesitating. The job at answering phones for some stuck-up software company was dreadfully boring anyway.

"Good!" she said with a broad smile. "Let's get you outfitted with your own uniform first."

Ah at long last, he was about to try on one of those mysterious silver suits. He couldn't wait. He looked around for a spare suit, but couldn't see any.

Zumas pointed at a strange platform at one corner of the room. "Stand on that," she commanded.

Zack stared at the contraption. It was a platform, with two poles on each side, reaching up to the ceiling. Bands of horizontal rings stretched between the poles over the platform. He couldn't see how to get inside the rings to stand in the center.

Benson walked over and pushed two rings apart easily. Zack felt stupid. He should have figured that out on his own. With a miffed dignity, he stepped between the rings, and Benson released them and they sprang back into place. He was now in the middle of cylinder of rings. He still wasn't sure what the purpose of this thing was. Zumas walked over to a control panel at one end of the platform and pushed a button. Suddenly Zack jolted upright, yanked by some unseen forces, pulling his arms up and apart, and his legs spread apart. He was trapped by some unseen forces, spread out. Panic started to well up inside him and he looked around wildly.

"Relax. This is normal," Zumas said, and pushed another button. A bolt of energy beam shot between the rings, then crackled over him. Before his eyes, his catsuit disintegrated, and for the first time in five years, he was totally nude. He gasped as his body swelled up from the sudden lack of pressure from the suit. He hung there, panting, unaccustomed to being totally bare. Zumas stepped back from the panels and watched him critically.

"Um, are you going to leave me like this?" Zack asked.

"For the moment, yes. You need time to adjust and prepare for the uniform."

"Just what's so special about the uniform anyway?"

"I suppose this is a good time to explain. First of all there are three basic rules you must learn and uphold for the remainder of your life."

Oh great, now she tells me, Zack thought. "And what would those be?"

"Number one: you must, under no condition, explain the purpose of the suit to anyone. Not even your wife. That is very important."

"Um, sure I guess."

"Not good enough, I need your promise. Violation of that rule will be catastrophic, I assure you."

Zack realized how serious she sounded. He nodded, "I give my word."

"Number two: You will be expected to be dignified at all times. You will present confidence, authority, and everything an officer should be." Zack nodded. "Number three," Zumas smiled, "remember numbers one and two."

Zack nodded again. "Got it."

"Ok it's time for the transplantion process." Zack frowned at the odd word. Transplantion? As Zumas walked back to the controls, Benson explained, "The uniform is a very unique technology, and is extremely versatile. Observe," he whipped out his laser pistol and fired it at Zumas. Zack yelped and was about to warn Zumas, when the laser bounced off her suit and fizzled out into the wall above Zack's head. He swallowed hard. "Not only is it laser-proof, it's also bullet-proof and element proof. In effect, perfect for the environment. Also, the suit is designed with an elaborate teleporter technology embedded in it."

Realization dawned upon Zack. Built-in teleporter technology? Could it be...? No, that was too crazy.

Before Benson could explain, Zumas hit another button, and the rings whined and crackled with energy again. This time, they surrounded him rather than lashing out at him, and he felt comforted in the warmth. He felt an increasing tightness on his body and he tried to look down, but he was totally immobile within the rings. However, he didn't have to look to know that the suit was materializing on him, perfectly molding to every inch of his skin and muscle. So this was how they were such perfect fits and how they never had any seams or zippers. The tightness increased, and he could feel the fabric wrapping around his thighs and arms and chest. It was increasingly erotic, and despite himself, his cock stiffened again. Shiny silver fabric gloved his hands and feet, and hugged his ass and groin. He felt prickly sensations and realized his hair was being removed for maximum fitting. God, the smooth spandex felt like sheer pleasure against his completely bare skin! It was like pure electricity tingling in his skin as the spandex stretched tighter and tighter on his body. He could feel the suit hugging his balls and creeping up between his legs and pressed into his perineum. It felt so glorious and so tight. Yet the suit stretched on him even more and more tightly. As the suit continued to squeeze into his body, he was beginning to feel worried. It seemed awfully tight already. He hoped there wasn't a malfunction and be crushed by the uniform. What an odd death that would be. The catsuit tightened even more, and every hair on his body was gone, replaced with tight smooth silver spandex. The wrinkles and creases had long since vanished, and his body was now a gleaming pillar of silver spandex. Even then, the suit kept growing tighter! It was beginning to be painful, and he tried to tell Zumas to stop, but he was immobile and helpless. There was not one bit of loose fabric stretched across folded skin anywhere. The suit was so tight it stretched INTO the folds, and thus each of his ass checks were covered separately. His ass began to be painful, with the fabric stretching more and more tightly into his balls and perineum. He was almost convinced it'd actually be so tight it'd stretch into his anus and urethra!

Even though it was already painfully tight, the pressure increased for another minute or so, then finally at long last it stopped. Zack wasn't sure if he could move even when the energy fields released him. He wondered if he had any circulation left. As he stood there, panting, trying to get used to the ultra-tightness, Benson continued his explanation.

"As I was saying, the teleporter technology is the secret behind our 'mega-stud' status in the public," Benson said with a wink. Zack chuckled. He sort of figured. "You see, the suit sends your DNA code to the main computer, which replicates whatever you need, and teleports it back to you. This way, more semen is added to your testicles the moment it empties."

Zack smirked. Of course. "But in that case, how is it that I came so much when I was banging Zumas?"

Zumas piped up, "Because the suit works two ways. The wearer of the suit can extend his or her technology to the partner and increase that partner's ability temporarily in a limited fashion."

"Ah, so in other words, I became a mega-stud only when fucking a cop right?"

"Exactly. Now like I said, it's limited for the partner, it can only increase their load by twenty times."

"TWENTY TIMES?" Zack screamed. "Wait a minute, you said limited fashion.. twenty times is limited?"

"Yes. The wearer of the suit is increased by fifty-fold."

Zack was completely speechless. As the wearer of this suit, his maleness was increased by a factor of fifty. Fifty times what he could do before. Fifty... that was too much to think about.

They chuckled at his astonished face. "That's not all. It's cumulative when two cops fucks each other."

"Cumulative? You mean....?"

"Yep. Twenty times fifty. One thousand."

Zack nearly fainted. One thousand. That might as well be unlimited.

"However, it's cumulative only when you're in contact though," Benson warned. "So if you want to stop, just stop."

Zack nodded in understanding. "But why this technology? Why is it even necessary to do this for cops? Why not do it for everyone? And why is it limited to fifty times or so? If it can be replicated that easily, why can't it just be unlimited?"

"Well there are limits to the technology. It uses up lots of power to transport anything, so for energy reasons we decided to stop at that point. Besides, people would be suspicious of all the cops had infinite amounts."

"Er... ok I get that, but why is it necessary at all?"

"Simple. It keeps the people in awe of the law, which doesn't hurt."

Zack chuckled. Simple enough indeed.

"Now you understand why it's very important to not reveal the secret of the uniform to anyone. It will destroy the public's perception of us, and they will lose their awe," Zumas added. Zack nodded in agreement.

"One more thing, you must be very careful in that suit. Not only did your sexuality increase, your strength also increased five-fold. So please watch your strength," Benson warned.

"Well then, let's get started with your training!" Zumas said with a gleam in her eyes as she wrapped an utility belt around Zack's waist. Zack gasped as the utilities banged and slid around his waist and legs. After the belt was on, he felt a tongue licking along his perineum.

"Mmmm this is so much better in this new suit," Zumas murmured as she prodded his ass with her tongue, and reached between his legs to stroke his cock with her gloved hands. Zack moaned and spread his legs apart then gasped as it pulled the spandex even tighter between his legs, if it was even possible it could get any tighter that is. He flexed his arms and the spandex around his biceps squeezed fiercely around the flexing bulge. He ran his hands over his body, admiring the total smoothness of the texture. Zumas scraped her nails down his leg, and he squealed at the intense sensation of the tight spandex grinding against his leg. His cock was rock-hard. It demanded attention. He turned around and kneeled down (and gasped as the spandex stretched into the back of his knees and between his legs as he did so) behind Zumas, pushed her forward, and pulled her ass to grind against his silver groin. Bending over her was sheer ecstasy as it squeezed his ass. Every movement produced a stretching in an unique location, even in places he didn't know he had. He absolutely adored this suit. He loved the way it melded into his skin so tightly and the way it was so smooth sliding over Zumas's ass and legs. As he entered Zumas's cunt and began his slow pumping, a symphony of pleasing sensation roared over his body, his suit squeezing and pulling at every muscle with each deep stroke. He was so aroused that it wasn't long before he grabbed her ass with his gloved hands (and oh how his hands felt so great sliding over her ass), he pulled her roughly into his loins with a fierce tug, ramming his torpedo and it exploded with a raging turrent of molten hot juice flowing into her depths. It didn't even spurt, it was just a steady raging flow from inside his balls into her, and she screamed as she climaxed in an earth-shattering orgasm while being flooded with his maleness. He continued to grab at her ass and thighs while pumping furiously into her. His orgasm kept building up and up to ever-higher intense levels as their suits refused to release them from their orgasms. His orgasm kept spreading further out to the most distant nerves in his body until he was completely wracked with shaking climaxes, and it seemed as if his suit was so tight it squeezed all his sensations out to his throbbing swollen penis ramming into Zumas's sensitive pussy, and he was very much aware of his balls slapping against her ass, constantly emptying and refilling with each thrust. Zumas's screams increased in pitch and volume as her own orgasm refused to let up. Zack kept expecting his climax to reach its peak but never did, it only kept increasing in intensity and power. He was already way beyond any point he ever experienced in his lifetime, and the peak still nowhere in sight. His orgasm threatened to overwhelm him, then he finally surrundered to it, letting it take control of his body, and he became a mindless fucking machine, pumping loads after loads, despite the raging overflow seeping out of her cunt around his swollen cock. Finally, too weak to even move, he collapsed on top of her, his swollen cock still wedged deep inside her, still flowing oceans of white cream. Benson didn't move, he simply stared in fascination as two shiny silver bodies collapsed into each other's tangled limbs, joined together as one. Finally he leaped into action and pulled Zack away from Zumas, his cock springing out of her soft wet ass and spraying a geyster into the air. After several seconds, it gave a last twitch, then the flow was still. Zack and Zumas just laid there, panting and gasping, trying to recover.

"Ok, that's one important thing about your training. You have to learn to control yourself," Benson noted.

Zack could only nod, barely registering what Benson was saying. The aftershock of the orgasm had left him completely weak and unable to move. Yet his suit was relentlessly tight and erotic and threatened to make him cream all over again.

"Looks like you'll be one of the mega-cops with your extraordinary talent multiplied fifty-fold, or as in the case with another cop, a thousand fold. I strongly recommend you do not try to reach the thousand-fold mark," Benson continued in a warning tone. Yet he couldn't help but stare down at the two weak silver bodies, looking completely helpless, trapped in their own relentless but fading orgasms. "We'll get you started on training control right away."

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Nearly every cop in the room had had their turn, both male and female, and Razor was happy. The puddle in the table had turned into a pond, and she was completely soaked, both on the inside and outside. She couldn't even swallow any more, she was completely full. Her ass and cunt were leaking hot sperm non-stop, trailing down her spandex thighs. She has had so many nerve-wracking orgasms that she had actually lost consciousness three times. And she enjoyed every moment of it. At the moment, there were only two cops drilling their cocks into her ass, and they were already streaming their loads into her rectum. They were getting soaked in the process from the backflow of semen trapped in her ass, but they didn't seem to mind. A female cop sat on her face, urging her to nibble at her clitoris and she responded. Her thighs tightened around Razor's hooded head with delight, and her juices started flowing onto Razor's face. One of the dicks in her ass spurted one final drop then pulled out, leaving only a solitary silver cop banging his load into her with wet slapping sounds as his balls flew back and forth. The female cop sitting on her face suddenly gave out a squeal and spasmed as a wave of climax crashed over her, and Razor licked and nibbled at her flowing cunt. The cop in her ass reached under her with a gloved hand to play with her clitoris. Razor had been on the edge of yet another orgasm, and this final move was too much and she exploded, the semen in her ass and cunt splashed out with each explosive contractions, splashing onto the cop, who only pumped more furiously. Panting, the female cop got up shakily, and moments later, the other cop had finally spent his last load, and withdrew as well. For the first time in hours, Razor was at last alone. Soaked in a pond of semen, juices flowing out of every orifice in her body, but alone. She was completely and utterly exhausted. Beyond exhausted.

"Have you learned your lesson, ma'am," the first cop who was ever-so- polite to her at the beginning asked.

"Uh.. what lesson was that?" Razor asked dazedly. All the orgasms nearly fried her brain and she couldn't seem to think properly.

"The refusal to grant sexual favors," was the reply. Oh yeah that's right, Razor thought. Now who was it that I turned down? She thought hard, but couldn't seem to remember. She could only feel the ghost sensations of iron-hard male cocks pounding into her, even though she was alone. "Please answer the question, ma'am," the cop prompted her.

"Uh, what question was that again?" she said, already forgetting her last thoughts.

"Very well, if you're still stubborn, we'll have to use more drastic measures," came the calm voice. Suddenly Razor's senses snapped back to reality. More drastic measures? More drastic than this? How could it be more drastic?

"Oh wait, yes I learned my lesson, I learned it very well thanks, can I go now?" She said, aware she was babbling again, not really wanting to find out what the more drastic measure was.

However, it was too late. The cops had backed away from the door, clearly expecting someone... or something. Several minutes passed, and nothing happened. Then she heard heavy footsteps approaching. Boom.. Boom... Boom.. BOOM... BOOM! She felt fear again, wondering what could possibly create those sounds. Then a massive shadow filled the door, blocking out the light from outside. It bent over and half-turned to step through the small door-way and stood in front of the table.

Razor looked up, white with fear. This man was simply massive... he was bigger than anyone she'd ever seen in her life. His fist was at least as large as her head, and his wrists seemed like tree trunks, and his muscles bulged under his tight silver catsuit. His thighs were half as wide as the table she was lying on, and she could swear he was big enough to straddle the table, never mind her. He had to be at least seven feet tall, perhaps eight, and he seemed to be made of pure muscle. She looked down between his legs, and felt her heart sink. The bulge in his tights looked humongous, and it wasn't even stiff! Razor tried to crawl back from the monstrous man, but she was held in place by four strong cops. Such a man shouldn't even be possible in this world, and her mind reeled from his size. He leaned over her, and his face loomed over hers, his barrel chest as wide as the table, he smiled at her. She was surprised at the smile. It wasn't mean or leery or anything. It was a nice smile. Friendly smile. His eyes twinkled. She felt safer, but only slightly. She was still convinced that he was perfectly capable of inflincting great harm, whether he meant to or not.

"Well, aren't you having fun yet, swimming in that pond?" he said in a low booming voice that reverberated about the room. He pulled down his tights, albeit a little awkwardly in the small room, revealing the thickest cock Razor had ever seen in her life. She was surprised it wasn't all that long. It certainly was longer than the normal man's length, around about nine inches, but much shorter than she expected from someone his size. However, it was massively thick. It seemed to be as thick as a young tree trunk. Thicker than her wrists. The four cops restraining her forced her up and onto her knees so her mouth was in front of the cock. Reluctantly, she nibbled on the glans, and licked the shaft with wet slurping sounds, and tried to fit it into her mouth, but failed. It was simply too thick for her mouth. So she settled on simply sliding her tongue along the shaft, stroking it with her semen-coated gloved hands for lubrication, until it was fully hard and erect. He bent down and wrapped his massive hands around her chest and lifted her up effortlessly, dangling her above his massive cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist, or at least tried to, since he was so broad. His glans pressed against her pussy and he lowered her further, and she winced as her labia stretched wide around it. It just barely fit inside her, and pressed further into her wet tunnel. It was such a tight fit that there weren't even any juices flowing out of her cunt around his cock. She gasped as his balls finally pressed against her ass, his immense cock stretching her vagina wide open, completely filling her up like she'd never been filled before. It hurt at first, but as her tunnel stretched to adjust, it actually felt good. In fact, it felt great. She moaned and started rocking back and forth on his cock. He set her back down on the table and kneeled so that his groin was level with the table top, and plunged into her again, harder than before. She screamed with delight each time the mega-man pounded his tree-trunk into her, his massive balls banging against her sphincter rhythmically. His balls must be as large as grapefruits. His thick cock was rapidly sapping her strength and she could only weakly hold her legs wide open for him to slide between her thighs. Despite the creamy film on her catsuit, his spandex slid against hers quite easily.

"God you feel so great," he whispered, although his whisper was a booming voice also. "Bring in my brother, he'll love this," he told a cop. Razor blinked. His brother?

Moments later, yet another hulking figure entered the room. A twin brother, if that could be imagined. Razor felt panic at the thought about a threesome with those two hulks. However, the second hulk didn't give her much choice since he already stripped his briefs, exposing a similarly thick cock, and slightly longer too. The first hulk rammed his rod deep into her with a rough stroke then picked her up with his massive gloved hands again. The second hulk came up behind her, stroking his penis into an erect state, then probed her anus. She closed her eyes, trying to force herself to relax as he slid into her ass. Her sphincter stretched tightly around his cock, which was only just barely small enough to fit. He pushed all the way in until he was buried up to his balls. "God she's so tight, Ivan," the second hulk moaned.

"Yeah she's a beaut isn't she, Dmitri?" the first hulk sighed. Razor was about to retort that ANYONE would be tight for them, but then they started pumping into her like immense pistons and all thoughts fled from her head. The barrel-shaped cock stroked her vaginal walls and her clitoris rubbed against his shaft, which was too much for her. Waves after waves of nerve-shattering orgasm crashed down on her unrelentingly, and thanks to their size stretching her out to her limits, her orgasm didn't let up. Instead it steadily increased in pitch, without peaking. She was like a shiny red spandex-clad doll sandwiched between two massive silver spandex bodies. Their cocks were thick and strong enough to support her alone. Ivan started to grunt and pump faster and harder, nearing an immense orgasm himself. Dmitri saw this and pumped faster also, eager to reach his own climax. Ivan grunted and thrust his warhead as deep as he could into her wet cunt, and it exploded like a nuclear explosion, spurting a geyster of hot sperm, and she screamed as the semen rocketed into her vagina and womb with such force that it was filled to maximum capacity within seconds. Ivan continued to pump loads after monstrous loads into her. It was too much for her tiny uterus, and white cream exploded out of her cunt from around his cock at tremendous force with each massive stroke. The splashing noise from the backflow was so erotic to Razor that her already overwhelming orgasm peaked even higher, mercilessly rocking her nerves with tiny explosions. With a final grunt, Dmitri also exploded into the deepest recess of her ass, and she felt like a supernova ready to explode from the gushing semen swirling around within her and being forced out with each pump of those massive cock. There just wasn't enough room for both cum and cock within her. They continued to pump loads after loads, ignoring the stream of white juice dripping from their balls. Like all the other cops, they continued to spurt and ejaculate and cum into her nerve-wracked body. Ivan started to shudder as his orgasm reached dangerous levels, so he pulled out of her with a loud pop, and was rewarded with a raging current of a mix of male and female nectar raging out of her onto his tights. He continued to explode his love juice all over her, splashing into her face, all over her body and onto Dmitri. His fountain was so strong that some even hit the ceiling to drip back down to them. Razor felt like she was drowning...

Dmitri continued to pump into her ass, filling her rectum with his cleansing juices. Without Ivan inside her, Dmitri carried her back to the table and kneeled down so she could lean over the table while he pumped into her. Ivan continued to spray them with his own juices. Several minutes of intense orgasms and explosions passed, and finally their flows reduced to a trickle, then to a stop. Razor herself was now nearly invisible under the mountain of sticky white cream. At long last Dmitri pulled his now-limp missile out of her ass with a wet plop, and a river promptly flowed from her over-full ass. Razor sighed contentedly and fell into a dreamless deep sleep, with Dmitri still holding her onto the table.

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Several hours later, Razor woke up with a start and found herself on the same table, although it was perfectly clean now. She looked down at herself and saw that her red shiny catsuit was back to its full luscious color, without a trace of any wet spots. She sighed, half-regretfully. She reached down between her legs. Sure enough, it was still wet there. At least she had something to remember the experience by... suddenly she was aware she wasn't alone in the room. She looked behind her and saw three helmeted cops staring at her impassively. Or at least she thought they were looking at her, although they couldn't possibly be looking at anything else. The one in the middle was a female, and the other two were male.

"Have you learned from your punishment yet?" the one in the middle asked. Oh god, not that again. At least she had her sense now. "Oh yes, very much so. I'll never hold back from my husband again," she said in what she thought was a strong voice. "Good." With that, the female cop walked over and climbed onto the table with her. She pushed Razor back onto the table and straddled her face. Razor groaned inwardly. Not again. At least there were only three of them this time. She lapped her cunt and clitoris, noting that they had a trace of white cream on them. It also tasted strangely familiar, but she couldn't place the taste. Then she put it out of her mind as she slid her hands up and down the cop's thighs and back with her once-again smooth shiny red gloved hands. One of the male cops removed his helmet and moved between her legs, shoving his hooded silver head between her smooth red thighs to her labia, which he kissed and licked. Razor moaned as he flicked his tongue up and down the outside of her cunt, but never quite touching the inside. Then he flicked his tongue across her clitoris and she gasped, and sucked harder on the female cop's cunt. The male cop darted his tongue into her vagina and lapped up her flowing feminine juices tenderly and lovingly. Razor moaned and wrapped her spandex thighs about the cop's head, suffocating him in her wetness. He pulled back and stood up, his erect maleness prepared, and without further ado, thrusted it into her wet cunt slowly and steadily. As her vagina widened around the cock, Razor lapped harder on the female cop's cunt, and soon the cop twitched and moaned as her juice started flowing profusely onto Razor's waiting mouth. The other male cop had finally moved in and was now roaming his hands over her smooth red spandex body, sending tingling thrills into her skin. Finally spent, the female cop got off the table, and the male cop still standing climbed onto the table and laid down on his back, waiting. Razor freed herself from the other cop and straddled him, lowering her spandex ass down onto his erect missile, sheathing him with her warm tight tunnel. The other cop climbed over and straddled the legs under Razor, and pushed himself deep up into her ass. As two blood-enlarged penises thrusted into her, Razor was lost on Cloud Nine again. The female cop refused to be left out of the action and went around behind the cop banging her asshole, and took out her nightstick and thrust it up into his ass, forcing him to jump, plunging deeper into her, grinding his legs and groin into her ass and the back of her legs. He resumed his pumping, fucking her and being fucked by the nightstick until his dam collapsed and his long flood began to spurt into her. He kept pumping for several minutes, then pulled out, trailing wet globs of white drops to turn to grab the female cop and without warning, pulled her head down onto his groin, pushing his cock into her mouth. She eagerly sucked his wet cock, face buried in his shiny silver thighs and groin, and grabbing his ass to squeeze him deeper into her face. He tilted his head back and sighed and stroked her hooded silver head with his gloved fingers.

Meanwhile, the cop under her wriggled his way out from under her and had her lie down flat on her stomach. He stared down at her beautiful and exotic body, red spandex-covered muscles gleaming in the light. He climbed on top of her and straddled her ass, and pushed his penis between her smooth red legs, then pushed it up into her sphincter, guiding it home within her dark crevasse. He laid down on top of her, grinding his chest into her back. As his ass bobbed up and down in a steady pumping motion, drilling into her ass, he explored her body with his gloved hands. Razor was aware of his pawing at her, and sighed contentedly, enjoying the smooth texture of spandex on spandex. His raging hard-on erupted and shot a multitude of loads of semen into her waiting ass, but he continued his pumping motion while sliding and grinding his body hard into her, joined together as one writhing body of pure sex.

Meanwhile, the other male cop was ramming and ejecting his maleness into the female cop's cunt while she was leaning against the table in a doggie-style fashion. Razor could look up and look into her eyes, and they shared a look of deep satisfaction of horny females being fucked by strong men. Finally the male cop had expired his last drop within the female cop and pulled his limp cock out and sat down on the floor against the wall to watch. The female cop joined him, sitting down on his laps, no doubt to grind her spandex ass into his legs and groin and watched too. Razor closed her eyes and focused on being probed and pawed and filled by the cop straddling her. He pulled out of her momentarily to soak her anus with creamy white sperm then pushed back in again. Several minutes later of heavy intense fucking, Razor began to realize that there was something different about this cop. Although all the cops seemed to have mountains of sperm inside them, this cop was still exploding into her without stopping. Waves after waves of hot juices poured into her, and he had switched between her ass and cunt and pumped each of them full of the white nectar, and yet he kept going. She was getting full enough that there was a steady backflow pouring out of her and down her thighs and onto the cop's balls and legs, and yet he kept coming into her. Finally he pulled out and turned her over and jabbed his cock into her mouth, and she sucked and licked on it, swallowing as much as she could, but soon enough it was too much for her and it spilled out of her mouth as well. Holy shit, will he never stop? Razor thought, as the cop went back to pump into her pussy again, leaving white globs on her belly along the way. Already she was beginning to be soaked with white filmy semen. The female cop stood up and got onto the table to suck his cock as he fucked Razor's cunt. With her licking his cock and tickling Razor's clitoris, Razor climaxed in another ecstatic orgasm and thrashed about on the table. The cop pulled out and grabbed the female cop's ass, and thrust it into her ass and started banging away. He closed his eyes and started to moan and pumped faster and harder into her. After regaining her senses, Razor stared with amazement as he pounded her with fierce thrusts after thrusts, and she could see semen dripping from her soaked pussy. Holy horny fucking cops, she thought as she watched. Suddenly he pulled out and she gasped that he was absolutely gushing geysters of semen, and it flew all over both females, saturating them. Even Ivan and Dmitri didn't have that much! Razor thought as she went over to straddle him, pushing him into her cunt, wrapping her legs around his legs, throwing her arms around his chest, and kissing his hooded silver head fiercely without understanding why. All she was aware of was the geyster exploding somewhere inside her, and the sensation of her ass rubbed against his tight silver legs, her shiny red breasts bobbing up and down, sliding along his smooth silver chest, pressing her lips into his.

Yet several more minutes passed after switching between Razor and the female cop, he was still exploding like crazy. This is completely and totally insane, Razor thought and simply stared at him in amazement while he stuffed the female cop's cunt and asshole. Her own cunt was flowing heavily from excess semen, and her sphincter threatened to explode from the ocean trapped within. It seemed as if whenever he mounted the female cop, he somehow got re-charged and spouting geysters. As a matter of fact, there were a couple of times that he and she seemed on the brink of unconsciousness before he pulled out again. Already there was a puddle forming in the middle of the table. Who the hell is this guy? He still had not removed his helmet, and he was an enigma behind that mirror visor. Finally he turned his attention back to her and instead of entering her, he simply sat on her stomach, grinding his spandex ass into her shiny red suit, tit-fucking her, hitting her face with sprays of cum. She licked and swallowed some, but mainly simply closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm rush of liquid soaking her face. It was actually relaxing to be covered in so much warmth and she enjoyed it. Finally, at long last, after several more minutes, his flow started slowing down to a trickle, then to dribbles, then ceased. Razor opened her eyes, wondering why the warm shower had stopped, and was somehow astonished to see that he had finished. For some reason she had thought he'd go on forever. She was once again wet and soaked on the inside and outside, piled under a mountain of juicy white cream. She stared up into his mirrored visor gazing impassionately down at her.

"Now, perhaps you've finally learned your lesson," the female cop told her sternly. Razor could only nod from under the white mess.

"How the fuck did you do that though?" she demanded at the cop still straddling her. He finally removed his helmet and although his head was tightly concealed under smooth shiny spandex that gleamed in the light, Razor recognized his grin. "Zack?!" she exclaimed, not believing her eyes.

"You bet your ass, babe," he said, grinning even wider.

"How... what... where.. huh?" she finally settled on the last word.

He laughed at her confusion and winked at the female cop. "You might say that I've had excellent training. Oh and I'm a cop now," he said proudly.

"Yes... I can see that," she said slowly, although it was evident that she didn't quite see.

He laughed again. "It's a long story," he simply said, gently stroking her shiny red breasts with his gloved hands, loving the smooth texture of his seamless suit. He was sure that he'd be in a permanent state of erection inside this ever-so-tight suit that teased his skin with every movement, and he didn't mind. He didn't mind at all.