New Protocol
Brushing off the powdered sugar from her uniform, Lucy closed the car door and rushed to join the rest of the police force in front of a convenience store. Most were on high alert and focused on the store.
“Bjorgsen reporting in, Sergeant,” she looked at an older cop.
The stern look on his face softened at her sight, his eyes relaxing as he put his hand on her shoulder.
“You are exactly what we needed,” he said, squeezing the shoulder.
“Yes, sir,” she nodded rather confused. “What do you mean, sir?”
He led her aside, away from the store and the rest of the police force, though their glances and half-smiles did not escape her.
“Listen carefully, erhm…”
“Lucy Bjorgsen, sir,” she said, straightening her blue shirt.
“Lucy, right, new recruit, yes, Lisa told me,” he brushed his eyebrow, “here’s the rundown, Lucy. Active shooter is inside the store and - ”
“Really?” she asked, concerned. “Sir, this is my first day, and I do know the protocol from the academy, but – “
“Just shut up and listen,” he barked before taking a deep breath and lowering his voice. “The shooter is a teenager, a 18-year old kid. He’s got hostages in there, innocent customers, all scared shitless. He’s already shot four of ‘em, all women as far as we know.”
Lucy’s eyes widened as she listened intently to the sergeant.
“And you want me to do what exactly?” she asked.
The man brushed her blonde hair off her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye and with all seriousness mustered, he could barely hide his excitement before starting his negotiation.
“We have good information the kid is basically an incel, never got his dick wet. He’s frustrated and hormonal. The youth nowadays, I tell ya. I mean, hell, you’re what, 20?”
“25, sir.”
“What, really?” he was genuinely surprised. “What’d you do before academy?”
“Baking.”
“Huh,” he said, dropping the corners of his thin lips. “Didn’t go so well, cake business and all? My daughter-in-law wants to get into that, with Imstagram or whatever it’s called. Social media and cupcakes.”
Lucy started to become irritated, and the sergeant did pick up on it, and cleared his throat before continuing speaking.
“Anyway, we would like to employ a new,” he paused. “Protocol.”
She kept looking at him, mentally rewinding her academy days and any mentions of new protocols.
“We’ve been dealing with these damn teenagers a lot lately, and they’re getting more hostile by the minute, so we came up with a new idea.”
He glanced at her in an attempt to gauge her reaction before whistling and waving over another police officer.
“This is Sam, he came up with this new idea. Run it down, Sam,” the sergeant said, and took a step back.
Sam looked at Lucy, who seemed thoroughly pissed and confused at the same time. Her aggressive stance and piercing blue eyes reminded him of his own mother.
“How-How about we just do it?” he asked the sergeant.
“Do what?” Lucy quipped. “I still don’t understand what this new protocol is.”
The men looked at her, and nodded decidedly at each other.
“Don’t forget your duty, officer Bjergson. To serve,” the sergeant grinned, removing the uniform jacket, “and protect.”
She stood among all the officers, completely naked. A heavy-duty leather collar was around her neck, her wrists tied together through the ring loop so her hands rested on her perky breasts. Her cheeks were ablaze and her posture scrunched from the utter embarrassment. The new colleagues surrounding her were giggling to each other, pointing and whispering. A streak of drool escaped from the gag ball fastened in her mouth.
Sam jumped from behind her and put a set of cat ears on her head, mumbling about streamers.
“These cat ears got mics in them,” the sergeant said, “you’re basically wiretapped. You go in there, get the hostages out and we fuck him up once he’s got his defence down. Understood?”
This was not in the academy textbooks.
“Now then,” the sergeant spanked her lightly, “go on.”
One of the officers started speaking into a megaphone.
“WE ARE SENDING AN UNARMED OFFICER, DO NOT SHOOT. I REPEAT, DO NOT SHOOT. AN UNARMED OFFICER WILL BE AT THE FRONT DOOR OF THE STORE.”
Lucy had little choice at this point. She fortified her will, she’s done worse things before.
Silence fell upon the police force behind her as she started walking towards the store. Her exposed back was burning with all the gazes fixated at her, paying attention to every small, awkward step that her bare feet took.
A man in his fifties appeared at the other side of the door, peering from the inside. His mouth dropped involuntarily as he watched Lucy approach the glass door. He unlocked the door and opened it.
“I am-I am a hostage,” he said, staring at her and not moving.
She motioned for him to get out, and it took him a moment to register before walking towards the officers, yet still glancing back at her.
As she entered the building, the door closing behind her, excitement overwhelmed her body and mind. The strong, almost painful tingles in her vagina went through her lower parts like lightning. Her nipples were hard, uncomfortably so. She could not take a step forward even if she wanted to. She was too wet, all too fast, and she hated it.
A boy walked from behind a canned food aisle and stood in the middle of the store, his rifle pointed at her.
As soon as he realised what he is looking at, he lowered his aim and simply stood there, staring at her completely dumbfounded. One of the hostages, a woman in her twenties, slithered through on the ground, and after passing the shooter, stood and bolted for the door.
He did not react to it, his gaze fixated on the naked and bound woman in front of him. She saw the bulge in his pants grow, and humiliation started kicking in. The shooter was a kid, a teenager with acne and oily skin, greasy hair, and a soft facial structure. They were far apart, but she could tell he was breathing through his mouth the entire time.
The hostages picked up on the situation and started leaving the store, catching eye contact with Lucy and lingering their questioning gaze. Soon after, Lucy and the boy were the only ones in the store.
The boy waved at her to come closer, and she hesitated. She turned to the glass door, hoping for salvation.
“No!” the boy yelled, aiming his weapon at her once more. “Come here!”
Startled and afraid, she obliged him.
“WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED, KID. DROP THE WEAPON, WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS”
The booming voice from the megaphone was drowned out by hysterical laughter, right next to Lucy’s ear as he grabbed the collar around her neck.
“If I’m going down today,” he said, forcing her on the floor, “it won’t be as a fucking virgin.”
Her gagged whimpers did not deter him, quite the opposite. They evoked a certain lust in him, emboldening him further. She got down on her knees in front of him and looked up with pleading eyes, saliva running down from her mouth in a long streak.
“Lay,” he commanded.
She shook her head whilst keeping eye contact, hoping her expression coupled with the begging position of a puppy with her hands up on her breasts would make him change his mind. Instead, he pushed her on the filthy, cold floor. His whole body was trembling with adrenaline.
“This is all I ever wanted,” he whispered while fumbling with his jeans. “Look how fucking wet you are, women really are all the same.”
While he was battling with his zipper, Lucy caught a glimpse behind her. A few bodies laying scattered on the floor near the counter, with blood pooling around them. Her anxiety shot up at the gruesome scene and she started whimpering louder and louder, in an attempt to catch the attention of her colleagues.
His hands were shaking and his patience grew slimmer until he finally gave up and put down his weapon to open his pants with both hands. He hesitated for a moment, but immediately dismissed whatever it was that crossed his mind and took his erect cock out.
Lucy looked down, and was met with a circumcised dick of average size, clumsily being rubbed up and down against her vulva and thighs.
He moved himself on top of her and attempted to romance her by caressing and kissing her breasts and neck, but she was having none of it as she kept her head away from his lips, still whimpering.
After a few minutes of one-sided foreplay, he tried thrusting into her, but the tip went upwards, right into her clitoris. The pain caught her by surprise, and she yelped and tried moving her body away from him, to no avail. He kept thrusting right into her vulva without looking at her, much to her discomfort. To her, it seemed like he was mentally somewhere else, with his head held high and staring at nothing way above his eye level. He did not realise what was going on until she moved her hips up to help him, and with the next thrust he finally entered her properly, and then he stopped.
He looked down at her in shock, and a wave of embarrassment flushed over his cheeks.
“Sor-sorry,” he muttered.
He tried to keep up the motion, but after a few more thrusts, his dick went completely soft.
His eyes welled up, and he refused to look at her. He got off her and sat down next to her, hugging his knees.
She sat up and motioned for him to take off her gag, which he surprisingly obliged to, as well as unbinding her hands from the collar.
He was the one whimpering now.
“My life is over,” he cried. “I am so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.”
She was torn on whether she should comfort him or not. It seemed odd, considering the circumstances.
“I fucked everything up. Look at this mess,” he waved at the store. “I killed four fucking women, and for what? I couldn’t even fuck a slut literally gifted to me.”
“Hey, man,” she was offended. “I’m not a slut.”
“Shut up,” he hid his face in his knees, “it’s not about you. I’m such a fucking failure, I failed everyone.”
Lucy didn’t have much to say. What do you say to someone like him? She curled her lips to appear concerned, but the only concern she had was whether her sergeant lied about the cat ears being wiretapped.
“Look, kid,” she started, “I don’t know wha – ”
“I’m not a kid,” he interrupted. “Thomas.”
“Okay, well, Thomas, you are under arrest.”
As she said those words, the rest of the cops gathered behind the glass wall, pointing their guns inside.
“Whatever you do or say will be held against you in - ”
“Oh yeah,” he said, and quickly picked up his weapon. “What about this?”
He opened his mouth and forced the barrel onto his tongue. He looked at her and as their eyes met, snot came out of his nose and he pulled the trigger.
Cops swarmed the store shouting, but Lucy only heard a loud buzzing in her ears. Her face was splattered in blood, and as she touched it and looked at her fingers, she started screaming. The officers surrounded the shooter, yelling vague commands at the lifeless body, while the sergeant holstered his gun upon seeing the perpetrator, and calmly kicked away the assault rifle. After barking at one of the officers, he turned to mortified Lucy and put his uniform coat on top of her shoulders, helped her get on her feet and rushed her out the door.
“You did well, Bjorgsen. Exceptionally well,” the sergeant was leaned on the squad car, “this being your first mission, and a successful one at that, I can safely promote you to Hostage Negotiator. With this new protocol, we can keep our community safe and protected without losing a single officer in line of duty. You will be the pretty new face of LSVPD! Everyone will love you, you’ll get so much free shit from people, I can already see the journos creaming themselves over this.”
Lucy sat in the back of the squad car, clinging onto the coat.
“What do you say, kid? You in?”
Her gaze went down as she thought it over. Her eyes followed a couple of ants on the hot concrete. She could not really lie to herself. It was horrible, but she simply could not deny to herself that she did enjoy the attention.
“What about pay raise?” she asked. “Promotion and all.”
“80 000,” he answered before she could even finish her sentence. “And a handsome eh… call it an ‘exposure’ bonus, per crisis situation.”
“Benefits?”
“All. Full package.”
She roared with laughter and couldn’t stop for a few minutes, and the sergeant joined her. The absurdity of it all, the tragicomedy was too much for her.
“This world is fucked, isn’t it?” she asked him once she calmed down.
The sergeant shrugged with a scoff.
“Eh, you get used to it.”
She met his eyes, and they held the gaze for a moment, before her lips turned to a huge grin and she reached her hand out for a handshake.
“Deal.”
The sergeant grinned as well, and shook her hand.
