A report had come in that Ben Corbit, a.k.a. Mongo had been paroled from his latest stint at the jail. This created a stir in the local police station when neighbours complained about an increase in general thieving and ugly men lurking in the bushes around the school. There was an oh so common pattern with this development.
The Superintendent called in his new Inspector, fresh from London, in order to relocate action for this new threat to the community.
- I've already done that, Sir, said the Inspector.
- What?
- A new report came in just about thirty minutes ago and I made the decision to send a patrol out there in order to make an arrest.
The Superintendent looked suspicious at his subordinate.
- What patrol?
- A bus, Sir.
- A bus?
- A bus with constables, Sir.
The Inspector started to look alarmed by now. What was going on? The Super wasn't happy and he pressed the button on his intercom.
- Sargeant, he barked.
- Yes, Sir.
- Inspector Looney here says's that he sent a bus with constables to the Corbits. Please enlight me further on this matter, Sargeant.
- A bus, Sir?
- Yes, a bus, with constables.
A silence larger than anyone heard before rested over the Supers room. What was going on? Then, over the intercom ...:
- Oh, my God.
- What was that, Sargeant?
- It's Sargeant Monroe, with Constable Johnson ... and ...
The Superintendent had suddenly become pale.
- And what, Sargeant, he demanded.
- And a group of police cadets, Sir.
- What?
There was acute alarm over the sergeant's voice now.
- Female cadets, Sir. Four of them I think. Six females altogether.
The Super looked as if he was about to vomit.
- Full alarm, Sargeant, he shouted. You hear me? All hands on deck. Call neighbouring districts.
- Yes, Sir.
With that, the Superintendent slammed his fist into the intercom and looked up at Inspector Looney as if he was about to kill him.
- Sir?
- You stupid dim-whit said the Super with a low but threatening voice. You have just sent six female officers to the Corbits estate far up in the bleeding mountains. It will take us at least an hour to get there.
- But ...?
- You don't know the Corbits, do you?
No, he didn't and so did not Sargeant Monroe either.
The first units of male police officers arrived at Corbit's place, a dirty, far away farmhouse littered with rusting cars, piles of junk and garbage, almost two hours later. The first thing they found was the empty police bus, with all doors open. On the ground, there was one lone female police hat, that was all. More units arrived and they started a full search.
On the backside, they found one Woman Police Constable, only in her open, dirty white police shirt, wondering about like a zombie with male ejaculation fluids on her face. Parts of uniforms were sighted everywhere. Two WPC's laid on a big bed in one room, both chained to the bed with their handcuffs, both completely ravaged, in open shirts and ripped skirts. At least one of them still wearing her hat.
The first of the large Corbit brothers were arrested in another room, half naked and totally knocked out of exhaustion.
They found one WPC who's tried to organise herself in a badly ripped and spunk stained uniform saluting them like an idiot. She had to be carried out. The fifth female police officer was rescued from underneath the second Corbit. He had also collapsed from sexual overdrive and he was wearing her police hat.
Sargeant Monroe had tried to lock her inside the toilette. It had not succeeded and when she was rescued, Ben Corbit was still banging her on a table in a room at the back. She was still fully dressed in her uniform, but it was ripped to pieces and her hat was crumbled but still on. Ben Corbit came yet again when they pulled him away.
Inspector Looney looked in disbelief when Sargeant Monroe's unit paraded in front of him on their way back to their bus. Monroe saw him and came over, on unsteady feet, her big breasts clearly showing between the flaps of the open uniform. She straightened her fucked up hat, still with a strain of cum over it and saluted him.
- Mission accomplished, sir.
