Amelia checked her reflection in her phone. Not bad, she thought to herself. It was the middle of the night, and while she'd originally been a little nervous covering night shifts at the police station, with a few weeks of it under her belt it was starting to become routine. Okay, fine, there was still a lot of exposed metal, but out here in this sleepy white suburb, the cells were usually empty. Most of the precinct's work was beyond mundane: patrolling county fairs, speeding tickets, photo ops with the mayor.

It was just a temporary side hustle until her detective business picked up, right? Of course, the cop outfit did look good on her. Black and blue and blonde went together. Of course, everything looked good when you had a body like this, she thought. Swiping through another tiktok video, her eyes suddenly perked up as she heard a couple of squad cars pull in, tires screeching, lights flashing but sirens silent.

Hopping off her stool behind the counter and closing the internet tab she'd been idly browsing, Amelia straightened her hair, made sure that her junior officer's badge was securely in place and perfectly aligned, and that her police skirt was showing just enough skin to be alluring without coming off as slutty. Standing at attention, she grabbed the handle of the main door as her colleagues pushed inside, thugs in tow. Amelia's eyes went wide as she watched eight cops drag in three black twenty-somethings, all handcuffed, none of her fellow officers even pausing to acknowledge their newest detective as they headed downstairs to the cells.
Not that they could have said much even if they wanted to. Despite the cuffs, the black convicts loudly chattered away with each other about how these retarded pigs didn't have shit on them, how no judge in the county was gonna give them even one day, how they were gonna be walking free tomorrow. As they were forcibly dragged deeper into the confines of the police station, their voices fading as the impromptu parade exited the foyer, Amelia couldn't help but feel a faint tingle of excitement inside her body. This was it! This was why she'd volunteered to join the force as a junior officer! Real crime! Not old white boomers sniping at each other about property lines and zoning permits.

Quietly, feet barely audible on the concrete floor, the blonde followed behind. She wasn't going to let a real crime slip through her fingers.

Hidden behind a stairwell door, Amelia listened to the sound of grunts, complaints, curses, and metal slamming against metal as the detachment of officers wrestled the convicts into their cells. The words were muffled by the heavy steel door between them, but there was no mistaking the protesting of the jail's newest prisoners before the cops finally trooped off, their boots scraping on the floor, leaving only a quiet chatter behind them.

Opening the door ever so slightly, feeling her heart pound in her chest, Amelia ran a hand through her blonde hair and stepped out, listening. Immediately, she could hear the thugs talking amongst themselves "fucking pigs" "suburb bitches" "ain't gonna stick". Pressing herself to the cold wall, she edged closer, out of sight, trying to catch every word of the conversation. She just wanted to know about the crime, she thought. That's all she was here to find out about, right? She was just bored stupid of this stupid lily-white job where nothing happened. If there'd been a real crime, she was gonna put her detective skills to the test.

"Christ, as long as we're out by next week we can still..."

Suddenly the three men behind bars went quiet. Amelia hesitated, holding her breath, heart still pounding. There was definitely no way she was supposed to be here alone. One of the first rules that had been drilled into her was to never be alone with prisoners. Always make sure someone else has your back. Don't give yourself a chance of getting into trouble.
"We can see your shadow, officer."

There was a series of guffaws from the men behind bars as Amelia looked down at the floor, blushing as she realized that the harsh fluorescent ceiling lights had cast her shadow forward, revealing her eavesdropping. Cover blown and blushing pink, she balled her hands into fists, took a deep breath, and stepped out in front of what was normally just the empty drunk tank. Immediately, the three men - heavily tattooed, varying shades of black, rough and muscular, now each wrapped in orange-white jumpsuits - whistled and chuckled, standing up and moving towards the bars, six hungry eyes fixed directly on the curvy blonde just a few feet away.

"Now this is the sort of officer I can get behind."

Amelia rolled her eyes. Men never took her seriously, and it bothered her more than she liked to admit. She was a detective! But they didn't see her like that. Nobody did, even the other cops. That's why she needed to crack this case. To get the others to acknowledge that she was a police officer. Summoning up her courage, the blonde tried to steel her voice. If they wanted to talk to her, she was at least going to pry some information out in exchange.

"You wish. What'd they drag you losers in here for, anyway?"

Unconsciously, the blonde detective felt herself gulp anxiously as she sized the soon-to-be convicts up. For some reason, she already knew they were guilty, even through she had no idea what they'd done. It was just the aura they gave off. The feel. Unrepentantly evil. And it was impossible not to be intimated since the three of them together probably outweighed Amelia by five or six hundred pounds. She had to almost tilt her head upwards to make eye contact, keeping hserlf just a couple meters from the bars, crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together as each side sized up the other.

"Oh, nothing much, really. We were just knocking over some booze outlet and this stupid cracker was getting uppity so we put a couple bullets in him. Just part of the business, you know. Nothing personal. Anyway, that fucker had a pretty fine wife and an even finer teenager so we were just introducin' the both of them to our dicks when the cops showed up. Didn't fuckin' realize the place had some sort of automated alarm system, but it don't matter none. They never gonna hold us. Specially since we all got a new fuck toy to play with. Whaddaya say, officer? Wanna try some dark meat?

The apparent leader of the gang grabbed at his groin, pulling his fat black shaft out through the prison jumpsuit, the thick fuckslab hanging out between the iron bars. Amelia couldn't help but gasp as the crude, tattooed thugs guffawed at her through the iron slats separating them, unable to rip her eyes off the ebony monster on display, her hand instinctively coming up to her lips to stifle any more embarrassing sounds, cheeks turning red now instead of just pink, trying to rip her eyes away from the sight but completely absorbed in magnificent dick. That was the word that lodged in her mind. Magnificent. Sure, she was no virgin, but this wasn't anything like any cock she'd ever seen or had before. Fuck, there was no way she would-

Shaking her head violently, Amelia finally managed to snap out of her reverie and took a step back away from the bars, the fat black cock still dangling proudly between them. Opening her mouth, she felt her voice crack on the first attempt to reply and blushed again, cringing. The knowledge that she wasn't supposed to be down here alone in the middle of the night with these murderers and rapists had completely fled her mind, that she needed to report this, that she was a police officer. None of that mattered. Head spinning, heart pounding in her chest, and an unmistakable, embarrassing tingle between her legs, Amelia spun on her heel and fled the scene, her footsteps echoing in the concrete room as the loud laughter of the three black thugs followed her out.

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She was late to work the next day. Getting relieved by the day shift at 5am, Amelia was still in a daze as she pushed her way out of the station, and it was a long time before she managed to eventually get to sleep, even after a long hot shower that was normally just the trick to knock her out.

She woke up panting, the blankets and sheets twisted into knots around her body, her pajamas stripped away, her left hand between her supple pale thighs, hair askew, almost gasping for breath as she came down from the intensity of her dreams. The only thing that she'd dreamt of was those convicts. Taking their dicks in her slender fingers. Pressing them against her lips. Getting bent over, pressed up against the bars, her screams of pleasure filling the empty basement of the precinct as one of them jackhammered her stretched cunt...

Sure, she knew about the internet. Anyone who'd been on the internet had seen a few black cocks at one point or another. But those were just images. It was completely different when it was just a few feet away from you, attached to some thickly muscled tattooed felon who'd been so casual about murder and rape, and if she'd wanted to she could have just reached out and touched it...

Slowly, hesitantly, she looked at herself in the mirror as she finished getting her uniform on. Hat. Shoes. Skirt. Top. Badge. The same as every day, she told herself. *"You were a cop. You couldn't lose control completely just because a few stupid thugs exposed themselves to you. It was part of the job.* Slapping herself across the face hard enough to leave a red mark that would take a few minutes to fade, Amelia took a deep breath, stepped out the front door, and headed back to work.

The first thing she'd done back at her station was to pull the records on the three men in the cells. It was easy enough to pull their names, and her jaw dropped a little as she scanned down the extensive rap sheets. Grand larceny. Assault and battery. Armed robbery. Rape. More rape. None of them were more than early-thirties, but despite that they'd all committed enough crime to be put away for centuries. And yet, here they were, terrorizing a white suburb and totally unconcerned about the fact that they were locked away once again.

It didn't make sense. The last thing Amelia wanted to do was betray her interest in them - after all, it was no business of hers, and she'd already broken the rules last night - but they were the main chatter of the sleepy precinct. Amelia's commanding officer was on the phone with the state attorney's office, but he was tight-lipped, and gossip was flying as the day shift cleared out. As the evening patrollers headed out for their night rounds, Amelia and the few others manning the night shift settled in, but there was only one thing on the detective's mind.

Just after midnight. Surely there wasn't going to be anyone else around. Hesitantly, Amelia made her way through the station, descending into the concrete bowls as if being forcibly led back to those cells. Back to those men. There was a voice in the back of her head insisting that this was wrong, insisting that she shouldn't be doing this, insisting that she turn back, but it barely penetrated her consciousness. She was just curious, right? She was a cop. Cops were supposed to investigate things, and there was no shortage of questions here that needed to be answered.

Unconsciously adjusting her skirt to show just a little more skin, Amelia hesitated just out of sight of the cell block. She wasn't going to get caught by her shadow this time. And she'd taken the extra precaution by bringing along her service taser, holstered on her hip. Taking a deep breath that caused her perky tits to strain and jiggle against the blue of her uniform, she was completely oblivious to the fact she'd gotten dressed this morning without a bra. Hadn't even thought of it. Her aroused nipples were clearly poking against her top, betraying her arousal as she finally stepped forward.

"How's the food been down here?"
"Oh, now ain't this a real surprise. Little miss cop is back. What, did you figure out how you're going to save the day and send us all to the electric chair or something?"

Amelia paused, unable to meet their gaze as the leader of the three thugs pushed up from the bed and approached the bars. There was no mistaking his confidence. He might have been the one in a cage, but Amelia felt like she was the one on display.

"Yeah, I did actually want to ask about that. I looked the three of you up, and it's pretty clear that you should already be there. Why do you keep getting sprung?"
"Fuck, I already showed you the answer to that, white girl."

He grabbed his groin again, letting his fingers trace the outline of a thick bulge, and almost immediately Amelia felt her mouth water, unable to deny or ignore or suppress the arousal that was immediately and insistently rushing through her petite frame.

"You never stop, do you."
"It's the truth, white girl. You dick down enough cops and lawyers and judges, you make enough friends to get what you need. Honestly, you fuck someone's brains out properly and it don't matter at all what you do or say. They'll do it. I guess that's just the way we're wired or something, you know? When you're cumming your brains out on this dick, you'll feel the same way too, doll."

Unconsciously, Amelia took a half-step towards the cage, as if being pulled inward by some magnetism that she wasn't even aware of. She was warm, so warm. Almost hot. Her eyes flicking up and down between his and that bulge.

"You can't be serious. You can't pretend like just because you fucked a lawyer or two. That's not actually real."

The black thug grinned back at Amelia, exposing a row of surprisingly perfect white teeth and shrugging. Complete confidence. His two cellmates didn't seem to be interested in the least, leaving just the two of them talking to each other. Maybe that made her feel a little safer, made her take another slow half-step towards the imprisoned rapist sizing her up like a side of meat.

"Well, I'm waiting to hear your explanation, stacy. Gimme some good reason I ain't already been sent to chair."

He had her there. Amelia had been thinking about that all day without any sort of answer. Suddenly, without warning, the convict threw his whole weight against the bars, his hand snaking out through the steel slats, arm outstretched, his dark fingers just managing to catch a handful of Amelia's blonde hair. Yanking hard, his smile turning into a ferocious, evil smirk, Amelia's yowling scream rent the concrete cellblock as the pain shot through her and she tottered closer to the bars, within his reach now, his strong arms closing around her chest and yanking her to him. She felt herself almost whoosing through the air as his strong fingers clawed at her pale flesh, and immediately the thought went through her head that she was in mortal danger.

This was what she'd trained for, though, wasn't it? She was a cop. Desperately trying to keep thinking, her hand instinctively grabbed for her taser, just managing to slide it out of the holster and twist it towards him as she was slammed up against the bars. From point-blank range, there was no way she could miss, her finger just managing to depress the trigger and filling the room with that crackling sound of electricity and just the faintest tinge of ozone. Amelia felt his grip weaken for just a moment and she squirmed away, gasping for breath, hair dishevelled, tits swaying and jiggling, the feeling of his fingers touching her seared into her brain, as the convict slumped against the bars, glaring at her, twitching as the electricity subsided before his cellmates could pull the taser darts from him.