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Subject: (New story by Mad Gerald) Woman Police Constable Dock Green 1/3 
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     This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the
     gang rape of a policewoman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or
     offended by such material please do not read.

     WPC Dock Green by Mad Gerald.

     Part One.


     WPC Helen Green was a police woman with the Metropolitan police,
     she was stationed in central London, at the Ethnal green station.

     It was a warm summer evening, WPC Green sat with the other
     coppers in the briefing room, It was the start of another night
     shift. She was a big girl 5`10" black hair, green eyes, a
     deliciously pouty wide mouth. Fair complexion. Large 40D tits
     crammed into her taut white blouse.
      She looked about at her collegues, Dave Brooks, fat sexist oaf.
     John Davies, stupid bastard, Tony Smith smarmy git, and Al
     Hoskins her sexist Sergeant.
     It was just after the racist murder of Steven Lawrence. In the
     local area there was an increase of tension and police hate.
      The others watched her shift restlessly in the plastic chair,
     they sat behind her. Her big firm arse filled the chair, tightly
     constrained by her service skirt. Her white crisp pressed uniform
     blouse pulled tight across her wide eppeleted shoulders. Dave
     made a fuck motion at her the others sniggered. She sighed and
     turned in the seat to give them a disapproving look. Her big tits
     shifted under her blouse drawing their gaze.

     "What you up to smart arse?" She said in a threatening manner,
     looking directly at Dave.

     "You've been lookin` again ain`t yer" he replied.

     She pulled her face at him "Fuck you!" She turned back.

     They all grinned at each other. The door opened and the station
     officer came in. They all made an attempt to come to attention.
     He went to the dais deep in thought.

     "Tonight, men, oh and ladies, we have a tip off that a major scam
     is going down on the deserted quay side at the docks. I plan to
     have an increased presence there as a deterrent. That deterant is
     you. We have two problems down there. The first is a gang of
     muggers operating in that area. And the second being this tip
     off. They may be connected they may not! So we go down there,
     patrol, stay in profile and hopefully achieve some good. Sergeant
     Hoskins you will be in charge of the operation. Any questions?
     Right have a good . . ."

     "Sir, I have a question sir." Helen said,

     He smiled at her"Well what is it constable?" He drank in the veiw
     of her tightly constrained tits, as they pressed against the edge
     of the desk and then rode over the top as she leant forward.
     Behind her the others glanced wantonly at her arse as she bowed
     forward.

     "With the situation as it is, should we be in riot gear Sir?"

     'You should be in a ball gag and handcuffs' he thought.

     "NO No we would send the wrong signals to the public, you're
     uniform as it is will be adequate." He grinned and picked his
     papers up and left.

     "Sir Sir!" Dave mimicked.

     She scowled at him her face reddening. "I notice you don't ever
     ask any questions dork face, stringing words into each other a
     bit beyond your capabilities!"

     "Just fuckin` watch it fat arse!" He stood up threateningly

     "Cut it out Dave!, In the van in five OK" Al growled.

     She put her hat on and strode from the room smiling winningly at
     the Sarge.

     After she left Dave rounded on him "Why do you let the bitch act
     so fuckin` high an mighty, what's the deal? Huh!"

     "Because, that way she trusts me, yeah?"

     "Meaning?" Tony asked.

     "Well she doesn't trust any of you lot, an you've all done your
     best to get a sniff ain`t yer. This way WPC Big Jug's won't
     suspect anything untoward when she has a fall."

     "What fall?" John asked.

     "Put it this way, WPC Big Jugs is a big girl yeah. She can look
     after herself?"

     Dave snorted "She fuckin` thinks so!"

     "Exactly, so when we're out she's so fucked off with all of you,
     she patrols on her own, and then she hides and has a fag, Yeah
     (They all nod agreement) So the Officer neglected to mention a
     little something in his brief. Something I left out when I
     prepared it."

     "Well tell us then!" Dave burst out.

     "OK keep your hair on, The gang he mentioned are a bunch of
     Rapist bastards who'd fuck their own mothers given the chance. An
     of course when WPC Big Jugs comes across them they ain`t gonna
     take fuckin` no for an answer. An then while she does her best to
     get `em to fuck her to death. We get to watch, an maybe get a
     piece. Do I plan a good shift or what huh?" They all grinned
     broadly. Al produced a map of the quay side and put it on the
     table

     "Tony I`ll put her with you all you have to do is get her to
     stick with you until you get here (He points to a place on the
     map), Then let her do her own thing OK"

     "What about the radio traffic she's bound to alarm. Every copper
     in London will pitch up" asked Tony.

     "You all put your radios in to be routine checked with me last
     night didn't you? Well I made myself quite busy with `em, we can
     only speak to each other now but only I can speak to HQ. You get
     the picture?"

     " So only we hear her radio?" Asked Dave.

     They laughed and clapped him on the back " Yes Dave wins a
     prize!" Said Al

     "I`d best get the Cam-corder then" said Tony.

     They all set off to go out. When they got out to the van she was
     sat in the passenger seat as normal, she had her hat on her knee,
     night-stick in the other hand. They all got in Dave drove. The
     evening was well into dusk and the shadows were spreading into
     night by the time they reached the dock lands. They passed
     through the security gate and drove through the bustling London
     dock to the area at the far end which was inhabited by the
     cheaper companies that sat on the outskirts of the deserted older
     quay sides.
     As usual they drove along listening to Al laying out how he
     wanted the patrol to go.

     "Dave you patrol along the waterside with John. Tony you patrol
     the loading bays with Helen. I`ll stay with the van and patrol
     the roadways." Al paused.

     "Do I have to patrol with Tony, Sarge?" Helen pleaded

     "You know the rules, we patrol in twos, It's safer that way." He
     replied.

     She scowled and accepted it without argument. Al nodded knowing
     she'd fuck off on her own anyway.

     Al parked the van on a deserted siding and they all got out. WPC
     Green climbed out and pulled her skirt straight. She noticed her
     black lycra tights were twisted and she dragged her skirt up to
     mid thigh to straighten them.

     Dave watched enjoying the veiw. She noticed.

     "Dream on Flub!" She said pulling her skirt down. He turned away
     biting his tongue. She put her night-stick in its belt loop and
     tapped her helmet straight on her head. They stood around Al.

     "Right we patrol for two sweeps, then pop for supper and back
     again OK" he told them.

      They set off. Tony walked in silence through the first wide
     roadway. As usual WPC Green lagged behind him. It was dark now
     the street lighting casting long shadows. Deserted boarded up
     wherehouses lined the road. Gantries and  fire escapes hanging
     half illuminated above them. Traffic noise was a low hum in the
     distance. They got to the first junction.

     "Tony, you carry on I'm just going to catch a smoke OK?" She
     said.

     "I don't think so, the Sarge will see from here anyway, You gonna
     do the usual again eh?" Tony turned to her.

     "What do you mean?!" She said curtly.

     "Oh nothing, we'll get down the next one yeah an then I`ll leave
     you there and come back for you OK" He smiled.

     "Your a honey Tony, cheers" they set off again.

     "Don't mention it, C`mon lets get on, all right". They carried
     on.

     They got to the next junction, and went a short distance down it,
     to the side was a deep Cul-de-sac partially lit.

     "I'm going to wait here OK Tony" Tony couldn't believe it, it was
     the place Al had shown him on the map.

     "OK I'll get you on the way back, see you later." He strode off.

     WPC Green walked to the wall opposite and leant against it, She
     lit a cigarette 'Sucka' she thought.

     Tony went around the corner and legged it around the next
     building. He found the stair way he'd been told of and lightly
     made his way to the top. At the end of a walkway a door met him
     he opened it and entered. The others were in the deserted load
     control office. Al turned from the shuttered window, in the
     darkness.

     "WPC Green's where we arranged then." He said.

     "Worked like a charm" Tony replied. Dave sniggered.

     "She should have some company soon" he looked at his watch and
     twisted his hand mic. to his mouth.

     "Mike Echo four one to Mike Echo four four, everything normal?
     Over"

     Down below they watched WPC Green reach for her mic. Blowing
     smoke from her lips. "Mike Echo Four Four to Four One, Confirm
     patrolling, nothing to report out."

     They grinned at each other. "Mike Echo Four One Copied out".

     "Crafty cow" said john. Then they settled down to watch. After
     five minutes. She got on the radio again.

     "Mike Echo Four Four, Mike Echo Four One message over" she
     sounded hushed.

     "Mike Echo Four Four Pass message over" They could hear voices
     further down the road.

     "Mike Echo Four One, group of approximately twelve youths, black
     approaching this location, over" a hint of fear sounded in her
     voice.

     "Mike Echo Four Four, barely readable, repeat over"

     Dave sniggered "Ha! you bastard"

     "Mike Echo Four One, repeat, group of approximately twelve
     youths, black approaching this location, over" outside they
     watched as she crouched behind a crate. They were real close now.

     "Mike Echo Four Four, You and Four Three approach and
     investigate, backup soonest" he replied

     Tony`s radio crackled as she changed channels, "Mike Echo Four
     Three, Mike Echo Four Four, message over" Al shook his head Tony
     made no move to reply.

      "Mike Echo Four Three, Mike Echo Four Four, message over" she
     sounded really panicked now.

      Helen looked around in desperation she was trapped in this
     Cul-de-sac the gang members were heading toward her, between her
     and the only route back to the van. 'Why didn't Tony answer?'
     She'd have to brave it, they'd see her soon anyway. `Fuck, fuck'
     she cursed, pulling her night stick out, she quickly did up the
     chin strap on her helmet. And stood up stepping into the street
     light. One of them saw her immediately.

     "Hey a Fuckin` Copper!!" They all looked around quickly expecting
     more. They were all between 16 an about 25 she estimated. Dressed
     in normal gang attire. A couple of them had crow bars, which they
     brandished menacingly.

     "S . . .Stay where you are. State you're business?" She tried to
     sound unafraid.

     One of the eldest ones a bald guy, big and muscle bound came to
     the front.

     "We could ask the same, Bitch!" He growled.

     "I'm a police officer, you don't speak to me like that, you
     understand".

     They all found that amusing. "Oooooh are you now, well as your
     only one stuck up cop bitch. Surrounded by Niggers! I'll talk how
     I like. Do you understand Cunt!". Howls of laughter. She
     swallowed her face reddening, she tried to keep all of them in
     view.
      Three leapt past her, she turned, to keep them off her back. She
     stepped back.

     "STAY STILL!! STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" She shouted.

     "Fuck you!" One of them taunted. She reached for the mic.

     "Michael Echo Four Four code Red,Red. require immediate
     assistance!"
     There was no reply. Up in the control room the other officers
     looked on with mounting excitement. She was back to the wall now
     with the youths in a tight ring around her. She let go of the
     mic. And swung her night-stick up under her arm to protect
     herself.

     "NOW BACK OFF!!" She shouted.

     (Up in the control room "They won't fuckin` kill her will they?"
     Tony asked concerned.

     "With tits like that, they may be black but their not stupid" Al
     replied.)

      WPC Green glanced about, they were too deep between her and the
     road her only hope was to hurt some and then go for the door at
     the far end of the cul-de-sac, and hope its open. Sweat was
     forming on her brow, some of them had knives and chains, she
     poised on the balls of her feet. Ready to run

     "You wanna be careful with that stick bitch it could hurt up your
     arse!"

     "NOW LOOK JUST LEAVE!" She ordered.

     "No you leave" the bald guy said.

     "Arrhh what's up? No where to go!" He signalled with his hand.

     One of the ones with a crow bar launched forward, Helen swung the
     stick and it slammed across his face he yelled and sank to his
     knees. Another went for her his arms out to grab her while her
     stick was occupied, She kicked him hard in the mid drift
     suprising them all. He doubled up. Another jumped at her from the
     side she hit him with the stick on the arms. As the stick came
     back full of momentum the guy on his knees struck her elbow with
     the crow bar WPC Green screamed as her arm rang with pain her
     limp fingers dropping the stick to it's wristband. Another from
     the side dived in and brought his foot around behind her legs and
     up. Her legs were swept from under her and she crashed to the
     floor. One launched himself at her and she kicked him away
     twisting and rolling she leapt to her feet again. Her hand caught
     hold of the stick again as one of them grabbed her around the
     waist, she struck him in the head and he fell away. She swung the
     stick around as a sword keeping them at a distance. She sprinted
     for the door. A second of hesitation and they were after her.
      She hit the door at a run, grabbing the handle, it didn't give
     she rattled it helplessly and turned back against it as they slid
     to a halt.
     ( now she was directly under the load control window. Her
     colleagues had an excellent view. Tony trained the Cam-corder on
     the scene unfolding below.)
      She brandished the stick, they came at her again. She kicked one
     and struck another. As she swept the stick down leant forward.
     One darted in from the side his crowbar stuck her helmeted head
     hard. She yelped in pain pitching forward her legs buckling she
     landed on her knees her vision blurring. The one she'd struck on
     the arms earlier kicked her in the belly she doubled over and
     crashed forward on her face groaning.
     Another kicked her in the side and then she was grabbed and
     hauled over on her back.
      WPC Green's mind swam, the noise around her was a cacophony of
     laughter and hissed voices.

     "Get her arms"

     "just stand on the fuckers"

     She felt pain through her arms as someone did, on either side.

     "You fucked her head good an proper, Leon!" Laughter.

     Her vision was tunnelled as she tried to remember what was
     happening.

     "YAHOOO WHAT A BIG BITCH WE GOT!!"

     "Get her legs, lift em,"

     " YOU TWO! Go stay lookout you get your turn later, now go"

     She felt her legs being dragged and lifted, she tried to lift her
     head but it swam. She felt her skirt being dragged up.

     "AAHH Fuck she wearin` tights, I am disappointed" (Giggles)She
     managed to lift her head and see their hands gripping the
     material of her black tights around her groin, stretching it up
     so another could cut them with a knife. They tore them then
     wrenching them open, apart and then down her thick legs.

     "C`mon man I wanna piece! Fuckin` hurry!"

     End Of Part One.





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