#corrupt cops

Ever since the local police department announced a virus outbreak in your city—specifically your neighborhood—your neighborhood has been heavily monitored by police officers at every block.

A virus outbreak? Like, as in zombies?

It scared the fucking shit out of you.

Even though you lived in Raccoon City for most of your life, you still wanted out. You wanted to move to a better state on the East coast or somewhere more populated that wasn’t vulnerable to a zombie apocalypse.

So, here you were, just barely out of your teenage years and still living with your parents.

It was miserable, but it was better than living on the streets or barely making ends meet somewhere else, right?

And now, it was late evening, and you were making dinner. You turned on the TV and put on a movie to fill the silence.

You let the food simmer for a few minutes and took a seat on the couch.

Your parents were still at work. Your mom wouldn’t be back for two more hours, and your dad worked until midnight sometimes.

It was a lonely lifestyle: spending your entire afternoon at home, going out by yourself just to come home and eat dinner alone.

You would’ve gone to the mall with your friends, but the Raccoon Police Department watched you and your neighbors like hawks.

Except how restricted you were solely depended on the officer watching your block.

Some of the officers were more lenient than others, which meant that they could care less about where you went or how you spent your days.

Others were a little more restrictive, noting when you left the house and where you went.

But your assigned officer was… different. He was observant—like insanely observant. He’d notice if you parked your car in reverse or normally, or if you checked the mail an hour later than your usual time.

His name was Officer Kennedy. Leon Kennedy.

And he was hot, by an overwhelming amount too. He wasn’t old at all; he was your age, actually. Which surprised you as much as it excited you.

But you were too shy to ever go up to him and ask for his number or properly flirt with him. You would greet him, make light conversation with an uninterested tone, and then say goodbye.

You weren’t too fond of potentially dating him, so you kept your distance.

He was sweet and charming, but he just refused to let you out of his sight.

He was always posted up in front of your house with his police car.

You didn’t know if it was on purpose, but it did scare you at times. Because what if you did something illegal? What if he tried to arrest you for something you didn’t even know was a crime?

There were too many possibilities, and the American people already distrusted their government. A police officer falsely arresting you and violating your constitutional rights would certainly make headlines.

It had been a few weeks since the initial statement from the RPD, and you felt more relieved than ever. No one had been infected or turned into a zombie.

Still, the police never left.

Leon never left.

He was still in front of your house, all comfy in his car as he ate his food and talked with the other officers through his walkie-talkie.

Initially, you thought it was cute. You know, him being all caring and protective of his city.

That was until you saw him more frequently.

Almost every day, when you pulled into the driveway after coming home from college, he’d try to engage in a conversation with you.

You tried to rush past him sometimes, but it was quite difficult to ignore a police officer. They gave back to the community, enforced the law—they kept you safe.

And there Officer Kennedy was, leaning against your car because he just so happened to be nearby.

You didn’t pay attention to just how creepy it was, because surely he could’ve done worse by now.

A few days ago, he was staring at you through your bedroom window.

The sunset made it easier for him to take in the sight. You were changing right in front of the window, oblivious to the eyes violating you from across the street.

You had put on your pants and bra, but your shirt was still off. As you walked across your room, you looked out the window. Much to your horror, Officer Kennedy was watching you through the window.

He wasn’t subtle about it either. Instead, he smirked as he watched you close the blinds, chuckling to himself.

You stood by the window, clearly disgusted—and if you were being honest, a little embarrassed as well.

Since then, you’ve made sure to close your curtains and blinds before doing anything.

Now, with them all closed, you enjoyed your pasta and movie with no disturbances.

Until the doorbell rang.

It startled you.

Who could possibly be here at this hour??

You couldn’t see who it was because the curtains were closed, but you could see through the peephole.

Your heart almost leapt out of your chest when you saw who it was.

Officer Kennedy.

Shockingly, he was in a casual outfit. He wore a blue dress shirt with a white t-shirt underneath and a dark-colored windbreaker jacket on top. He had blue jeans on with white sneakers. His dirty blonde hair was parted neatly, that same asymmetrical cut he’d always get.

Hesitantly, you opened the door and greeted him with a warm smile. “Hi, officer. Is something wrong?”

His icy blue eyes stared you down in an intimate manner. Despite his violating glare, he gave an adorable smile, like he meant no harm—like it was normal for him to show up to your house at 8:30 pm.

“Yes, actually—” He replied, saying your name and stepping closer to the doorway. You instinctively stepped back.

“W-What’s wrong?” You stammered.

“There’s been a new… policy that was recently implemented by the PD. We have to search the premises now, including the resident’s homes.” He explained, although cautiously, like he was deliberately choosing his words to not make a mistake.

“Oh ummm… yeah, do what you have to do, officer.” You opened the door all the way and stepped aside to let him enter.

“Don’t be so formal. You can just call me Leon." He smiled, looking past his shoulder to see you.

“A-alright, then… Leon.” You tried to return the smile, fearing it might’ve seemed a little fake.

“I’ll just look around. Why don’t you continue on with your night, hm?”

You let out a short, nervous laugh. “Well, I was just eating dinner. Uhm, I’ll just be on the couch if you need me.” You gestured towards the living room as you walked past him, sitting down and unpausing your movie.

He watched the movie for a few seconds and then spoke again. “You have good taste in movies.”

“Haha, thanks,” You responded.

“Makes me wonder if it’s the same for guys…” He muttered as he walked down the hallway, almost disappointed you didn’t hear.

After around ten minutes, he returned. You had finished your movie and began to scroll on your phone.

Leon emerged from the dimly lit hallway, eyes gleaming with happiness, but also something else. Something far, far worse. “Hey! I checked a few things, and you don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Okay, I’ll let my parents know you visited. Thanks for checking and for your service.”

You were about to stand up and escort him to the door, but his response was too quick.

“About that… let’s keep this between us, yeah? The RPD is trying to keep this as confidential as possible.”

“What–What do you mean?” You were becoming more nervous by the minute.

He took a seat beside you, knees touching due to how close he was. Much to your discomfort, he leaned in a little. “I mean that…” He rubbed his palms like he was struggling to say his next words. “This policy hasn’t been publicized yet; even the local news outlet doesn’t know about it yet. And it's better for all of us if you don’t tell anyone yet.”

“... Okay, I-I can do that.” You nodded, desperate for him to leave.

He looked you up and down, then placed a hand on your lower thigh. You shifted uncomfortably on the couch cushion. “I knew you’d understand, sweetheart.”

You gulped, mouth dry all of a sudden. “Can you please not… put your hands on me?"

You didn’t want to say touch. It made it sound like he was doing something inappropriate. He wasn’t.

At least not yet.

“Seriously? This is nothing. Changing in front of your window with your tits out for the entire fucking world is, though.” “What… that wasn’t– I didn’t mean to—”

“Oh, don’t give me that. You knew I was outside, didn’t you? Don’t tell me that wasn’t on purpose—like you didn’t plan that shit.” His eyes went down to your chest, somehow making you feel bare and exposed and violated in your baggy t-shirt.

“I–I… No! That’s not what I was doing.” You crossed your arms, covering your chest. “Get out of my house.” You tried to sound intimidating, but instead your voice was shaky and quiet.

He curled his lips upwards. “Or what?”

You didn’t respond.

“Hm? You gonna force me out, sweetheart?” He was playing with you, knowing it’d make you more than uneasy.

“Orrrr, are you gonna call the cops?” He laughed, barely able to even finish the sentence.

That was the final straw; you had reached your limit with this so-called “cop.”

You abruptly stood up. Your sudden movement surprised Leon a little. “If y-you won’t leave, then I will.”

Leon reached inside his right pocket; his hand stayed there for a few seconds before hearing a click.

Your heart dropped. There were only a handful of objects a cop carried, especially an off-duty one.

One of those objects was a gun.

He leaned back, sighing through his nose. “You know, I really don’t want to resort to more… forceful methods.”

Your vision became blurry as tears welled in your eyes. “You–you’re a cop… I didn’t do anything.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that. You were acting like a little slut, teasing me like that. I could arrest you right now, actually. I wouldn’t even need reasonable cause.”

You started to fidget with the hem of your shirt. You couldn’t form any words.

“Tell you what, if you get down on your knees and suck my cock real sweet like the good girl you are, I won’t arrest you tonight.”

You looked up at him, still lacking the courage to form a proper sentence.

But he didn’t wait for your response. “I know you’re smart, so I hope you make the right decision.” He added.

Tears silently fell down your cheeks. “Please don’t make me do this, Leon.”

“Oh, but you don’t have another choice, sweetheart. Either you suck me off or I can bend you over that dining table and fuck you. It’s your decision, really.”

“No, no, no!” You shook your head, refusing to believe that this was genuinely happening. “You can’t just—” “I’m a patient man; I have all night. However, you don’t. Your parents will be home soon, right? I’m sure they’d hate to see their precious little daughter in handcuffs.”

“O-Okay, I’ll uhh…” You hesitated, not wanting to come off as willing. “The first one.”

He raised a brow, grinning ear-to-ear now. “I thought so.” You got on your knees, right in between his legs.

“I’ve never done this before,” You whispered, looking up at him.

His eyes beamed with happiness upon hearing those words. “I’ll talk you through it. Now, unzip my pants.”

You did as he said, hands trembling as you fumbled with the belt, sniffing once it was unbuckled. You moved on to his pants’ zipper, dreading the sound it made.

“Good girl. Now, pull out my cock,” He instructed.

You brought your shaky hands to the top of his boxers, pulling them down with such slowness it was almost unbearable for him.

His already rock-hard cock sprung free—how could he not be this hard at the very sight of you? You were making it so easy for him, on your knees with teary eyes and that horrified expression. He was definitely going to bed tonight imagining that pretty face.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful.” He rasped out, barely able to refrain himself from shoving his cock down your throat. “Open. Wide. And don't fucking bite me.”

You parted your lips and leaned down, tears falling and staining his jeans.

Your breathing was uneven, somehow forcing the tip of his cock past your teeth.

This wasn’t Leon’s first blowjob, yet in his mind, you were already the best one.

“Ohhh,” He exhaled, tilting his head towards the ceiling in deep pleasure.

Now, your nose was touching his pelvis, and it was incredibly difficult to breathe. “Breathe through your nose,” He suggested.

Although it didn’t fucking help.

You sobbed as he put both hands on your head, gently guiding you up and down. Your fingers gripped his upper thighs; he moaned when he felt you squeeze them as you gagged.

“Look at me, please—I need you to look at me—” He gasped, his breathing becoming more raspy and inconsistent.

You looked up at him through your wet eyelashes. His silky blonde hair shined in the current room light, and his eyes looked clouded and full of need. He actually looked… handsome?

You wanted your attraction to him to be some sort of trauma response. Maybe it was your mind desperately searching for a coping mechanism, or perhaps it was trying to find a positive aspect to this forceful act.

But Leon was undeniably attractive. You despised your brain’s natural response, doing what it needed to do in order to protect itself.

As he guided your face up and down, he took in the sight in front of him. You were on your knees, staring into his eyes as you sucked him off in an extremely powerless and vulnerable position.

That was his fantasy.

You were his fantasy.

“Fuckk, you’re doing so good,” He dragged out, tightening his grip on your hair. “You sure this is your first time, sweetheart?” He chuckled, like you weren’t gagging and choking on his cock for the past minute against your consent.

You could tell he was going to soon come undone; his body tensing up was an immediate sign. “ Godd , are you gonna swallow it all for me, baby? Hm?” He asked, but you knew it wasn’t really a question. He just wanted to humiliate you and drain you of all your dignity.

You wanted to say no, to tell him to stop before he came undone in your mouth. But it was too late.

He buried his cock deep, letting out a loud, throaty moan as his cum filled your mouth.

“Swallow it—” He commanded, making it all the more personal as he addressed you by your name. “Don’t you dare spill any.”

And like he ordered—well, forced you to—you swallowed every last bit until he released your hair, finally allowing you to pull away.

Your hand immediately went to your lips, the back of it wiping away any excess semen.

You closed your eyes and wept, refusing to process what you had just done.

What you had done so willingly. Part of you now wished that you fought back more so you didn’t appear so helpless and weak and pathetic right now.

Leon placed his elbows on his knees as he crept forward, sliding his hand under your jaw to tilt it up and look at him once again. “Shh, don’t cry. You did so well,” he brushed your hair past your ear with his other hand, an act so silent it sent shivers down your spine.

“Please… leave." Your voice was nothing higher than a whisper. You were shocked that he even heard it.

He raised a brow. “If you insist, sweetheart.” He stood up, fixing his jeans and fastening his belt.

He calmly made his way to the door, only stopping once he opened it a bit. “But just know this… If you ever tell anyone, they won’t believe you. They wouldn’t want to ruin a young man’s life over such a disgusting sexual assault allegation. Especially when he has such a promising career as a cop.”

Your eyes widened with every word he said, not out of surprise but out of fear. He was right; no one would believe you. Not your friends or family, not even the very people at the RPD who were supposed to serve and protect the people. 

You started crying again. You tried to refrain yourself from bawling your eyes out in front of him, knowing it’d only bring him sick, perverse satisfaction.