This story is meant to be a sequel to the January 1997 story called "Trouble in Megalopolis" by Mad Pete. The story may include some of the same elements the original had, so the usual disclaimers apply. Most importantly, anyone under the age of 18 SHOULD NOT READ THIS. I’m not saying they can’t, but it’s not suggested. Hope you enjoy this.

Megalopolis’ Finest

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The year is 2297. Morality rules have changed. The dress code has changed. The world has changed. With the people taking over complete power and governments more of a figurehead, the citizens enjoy complete freedoms. Of course, the corporations did so as well. With no ozone layer, everyone in the world wears lycra-based catsuits to protect their skin from the harsh climate.

Sexuality laws have been changed. Instead of provisions that protected people from having unwanted sex, the law says no one can refuse sex from anyone else or deny sex to anyone else. Rape was an obsolete term. Everyone was happy to oblige to their bit of pleasure, even if the person they were screwing wasn’t their mate or significant other.

And they can do it however, wherever, whenever and with whomever they wanted. Diseases like herpes, gonorrhea, syphilis, and even AIDS were cured nearly two centuries ago. Hygiene methods allowed people to have sex orally, vaginally, or even anally without fear of infection. The people were happy.

Crime was down to negligible levels. One would think the world wouldn’t need law enforcement anymore, right? Wrong! The few laws that still were on the books still needed to be enforced. And it took a special breed of police officer to enforce them. The Megalopolis Police Department was one such organization.

In a way that only the MPD can do it, the department recently welcomed a new member to the Silver Boys. Zack was welcomed to the force after impressing a veteran officer -- Benson was his name -- with his talent that the MPD officers were most noted. Law enforcement officers, known as the Silver Boys because of their silver ultra tight, element- and bulletproof lycra suits and their silver-visored helmets, are also known for their virtually unlimited orgasmic ability. Benson saw Zack screw his wife Razor after Benson rammed her seeing Zack looking like a beaten dog. When Zack was through, the stoic officer simply said, "You show promise."

You see, Razor was trying to play a game with Zack by withholding any sex from him all day, trying to keep him hard all day long until they got home from the shopping mall. Along the way, Razor fucked four other men, not counting Benson.

After arranging a plan with his partner, Zumas, and the rest of the MPD, the Silver Boys arrested Razor for theft AND refusal to grant sexual favors and then Zumas and Benson "arrested" Zack for interference with official acts. While the rest of the MPD were teaching Razor a lesson, Zumas and Benson started to seduce Zack into joining the MPD ranks. The three bumped and ground, making Zack cum harder than he ever had before. Not even his sexual adventures with Razor were this intense.

Zumas quizzed Zack as to what he would do in certain situations. Following satisfactory answers, Benson and Zumas initiated him into the MPD, complete with a briefing of how the suit works as a machine dresses him. They made him swear, also, to keep the information about the suits secret from everyone, including his wife.

TWO MONTHS LATER…

Zack and Razor are sleeping in each other’s embrace. The two of them are fully enjoying Zack’s newfound prowess. Ever since that day when the Silver Boys gang-banged Razor and Zack joined the MPD, their nights have been more and more satisfying. Yet Zack still has potential for his orgasm. They lie in their spandex-lined bed, her red-hooded head in the silver crook of his arm, her arms wrapped around his silver torso, snuggling her red body up to his. Just an hour before, they finished with their nightly romp in wild, passionate sex, heightened, albeit only known by him, by his suit. Razor didn’t care. Zack always had a talent of filling her up.

"Zzzzzt. Zumas to Zack. Zumas to Zack. Come in. Over. Zzzzzzt."

The noise stirred Zack from his slumber, but figured if he ignored it, it’ll go away.

"Zumas to Zack! Come in, dammit!"

If Razor wasn’t there next to him, Zack would have shot upright right there. The sound was coming from his helmet across the room. He got up gently, making sure he didn’t stir her, and went over to the helmet.

"Zack here. Go ahead Zumas," he said, quietly.

"Zack, get down to the station in about 30 minutes. The chief wants to meet with you, me and Benson," Benson said over the radio imbedded in his helmet.

Zack looks at the alarm clock on the nightstand. "Now? It’s 4 a.m.!"

"I know what you’re thinking, Rook," she said. "Rook," short for rookie, is Zack’s nickname within the department. "The chief called an emergency meeting for 0430 for just the three of us. That’s all he said. Get showered and teleport down here ASAP."

"I’ll be there. Rook out."

Zack looked back at the bed, seeing the loveliness in red lying there. "She won’t be too happy, but duty calls," he thinks. He walks over to his wife and gives her a kiss on the head and goes into the bathroom to take a sonic shower.

He first hits the CLEAN button, which cleaned the sweat from both his skin and his ultra-tight suit, basically almost one-in-the-same. After a few minutes, he hits the EXTRACT button, which removed the waste from his body. Then he hits the STERILIZE which took care of any unwanted viruses and bacteria. He was clean as a whistle and ready to go.

As he stepped out of the shower, Razor stirred in the bed.

"Hmmm. Honey, you get called in?" she asked.

"Yeah. Zumas said the chief wants to see us. I need to be there by 4:30."

"This early? Couldn’t he wait until a better hour?"

"You know as well as I do since I’m a cop, I’m practically on duty 24/7."

"You are also horny 24/7 too. That’s what I like."

"You know they’re helping me with control, so I can look professional." Zack bent over and gave Razor another kiss. "You know I love you, but duty calls. I’ll see what the chief wants and maybe I’ll be home earlier today."

"I’ll be waiting."

With that, Zack put on his helmet again and left the apartment building. He went to the nearest teleport pad and entered in the station’s coordinates. A few seconds later, he materialized in the MPD main station. Only a half-dozen silver-clad police officers were in the main office, since it was still the night shift. The day shift doesn’t begin for another two hours. Zack lifted his visor but kept his helmet on for a while as he walked past his fellow Men in Silver. A few acknowledged him, one said, "Hey Rook, you in early."

"Mornin’ Smith. Zumas called me in. Chief wants to meet with us and Zumas."

"Ooo, the chief. You must be either doing really well or you’re in deep shit."

"Knock it off, Smith!" Zumas yelled from the other end of the room. "These guys on the night shift can be a real pain, Zack. Don’t let them bother you."

"I don’t, really," Zack replied. "So, what’s up? Why’d the chief call us in this early?"

"I don’t know," Benson said walking in from the teleport platform, "but we’ll all find out soon."

The trio left the main office and climbed three flights of stairs to the chief’s office.

"You would think after 300 years, they would renovate this building with at least an elevator," Benson said. After about 20 years in the force, Benson is not the young man he used to be.

"Well, when the city of New York merged with half of New Jersey in 2025, then became Megalopolis, the municipal government didn’t budget a new building for the NYPD," Zumas responded, herself a 10-year vet.

"So I guess we inherited this from the old Boys in Blue," Zack said. Both Zumas and Benson hummed in the affirmative.

The built-in soles of their suits clacked on the stairs on the way to the chief’s office. Finally, they reach their floor. The three walk down the hall to a door marked "Chief of Police, Megalopolis Police Department." However, you can see the words "New York" have been whited-out beneath the "Megalopolis." Benson knocks on the door. "It’s open! Come in, Zumas, Benson and Thompson."

Benson opens the door for his two partners. Ever since Zack joined the MPD, Zumas and Benson have taken him under their wing and showed him the ropes. They’ve taken it upon themselves to train Zack both in the enforcement of the remaining laws and in the control of his sexuality. In order for him to reach his full potential, the long-time partners taught him exercises to increase his stamina so he can stand the prolonged ejaculations the suit’s mechanics ensure. They also taught him mental techniques so he can control his desires and libido so he doesn’t get hard or cum by just looking at a beautiful woman, including Benson, or observing a couple engaged in copulation. Zack learned when is the best time a cop should drop his trunks, when a stun gun is necessary (police officers don’t pack heat anymore) and when just silent intervention should be the method of choice.

The three silver-clad officers enter the room and step up to the desk, snapping to attention. Chief O’Reiley, who’s been on the department well over 35 years, looks up at his two best officers and their young protégé. Sitting behind the desk, one can see his time of service in his appearance. His suit has lost some of its luster, looking almost like a light gray than shiny silver. Of course, seeing what he has seen in the last 35 years, and all the orgasms he’s had enforcing the law, he was the mayor’s only logical choice to lead the department about the same time Benson joined the force. O’Reiley also had a lot of respect for Zumas. Z, as O’Reiley called him when they were both younger, was his and his wife’s protégé. Seeing Z standing there, O’Reiley has a brief flashback of when they discovered this raw talent out on the street in about the same situation Zack encountered just two months ago. A tear almost forms in his eye when he remembers his wife.

"Sir, you needed to speak to us?" Benson asked.

"Huh?" O’Reiley said, breaking out of his daze. "Oh, sorry, lost in thought. Benson, Zumas, Thompson, I called you all in at this hour because City Hall wanted to implement a new element in the training of new recruits. They wanted us to start ‘on-call’ training. That means, Thompson, without warning, we may call you in for your shift and your training. I know you’re a married man, son, and we all know you cannot refuse sex, but the council wants to see what will happen if a cop or cops engaged in personal relations and in an intimate situation would need to be called away in an emergency. We in the department also were thinking of shaking up schedules every once in a while, to cut down on monotony. It seems the night shift guys are getting too used to not having anyone to patrol."

"Sir," Zack said, "is the city council looking to give us exception to the non-refusal of sex law? Aren’t they overstating their authority?"

"Thompson, you think the people have total control over things after the Revolution of the Ballot Box in 2110," O’Reiley said. "You remember this is still somewhat of a representative democracy, except the people have the final say of what laws are made or enforced. This is only a trial run right now. We want to see how it’ll work before we bring it to the public for a final vote. You and the other two-dozen recruits are going through this right now. In fact, I had to call in Davidson and his trainers at 0100. He was having the time of his life with one of his trainers." The chief starts to chuckle. "In fact, Sgt. Primonova is enjoying herself. She told me they were doing a little ‘homework’ so to speak."

The other officers start to chuckle as well, and then stifle it after a few seconds.

"At ease, people. Have a seat," the chief finally said. "So Thompson, how are you liking it as a Man in Silver?"

"I never thought I would enjoy it this much, sir," Zack replied. "My wife, Razor, thought I was a stud before, but if it wasn’t for her trying to pull that stunt on me, I wouldn’t have met either Zumas or Benson. Then I wouldn’t have started to realize my full potential. Maybe it was fate that Benson…"

"Rook, please, go ahead and call me Lee," Benson replied. "We’re all friends now."

"Good thinking, Lee," the chief blurted.

"OK, Lee came along and saw me in that state watching my wife fuck those bikers," Zack continued. "I couldn’t thank them enough."

"Our pleasure, Rook," Lee said.

"How is your training coming?" O’Reiley said.

"I have some measure of control. Though sometimes I have to consciously think that I’m supposed to be calm whenever I see a woman walk by or see a pair of citizens screw each other with reckless abandon. In the old days, I think, we would arrest them for indecent display. Now it’s acceptable."

"You’ll gain your control soon, son. It took me a while to learn that."

"That’s right sir," Zumas said, and then turned to Zack. "You can’t reach that big thousand without all the control training. I felt my first thousand in my third month. Blew my mind away. Lee was outstanding."

"You were like that yourself," Lee said with a wink.

Zack turns to Lee. "You mean she is YOUR protégé too?"

"Yup. We’re lovers too. But ours is an open relationship. You know, with all the messing around us cops have to do to uphold the law, plus training people like you in department sexual procedures."

"How many other ‘couples’ are there on the force?" Zack asked anyone.

"No one keeps track of that," the chief replied. "Because many of the cops were single when we started, we eventually gravitate to each other and start relationships. My Marie and I…" he pauses, "…started on the force at almost the same time. We trained under different partners, but we were eventually paired together. During one of the gang-bang enforcement sessions 33 years ago, not quite to the extent your Razor underwent, Marie and I realized how much we loved each other’s company and loved each other period. My chief performed our wedding. We had 27 years of pure pleasure, both on and off duty. That was until the accident."

"Accident, sir?"

"Lee, y-you take over from here. You were there." The chief starts to well up.

"Yes, sir," Z said. "Six years ago, the chief, at the time a captain, and his wife, a lieutenant, were taking their break and making love in the Megalopolis Center Park. Janie and I came by and saw them there, decided to take our break with them. The four of us were all friends and sometimes exchanged each other during enforcement sessions. Sometimes we’d come together for a four-way. This time, though, we just went with our own partners and just enjoyed each other’s company as the four of us rolled in the grass."

"That was when we got the call," Janie Zumas interjected. "A 3-7-3, armed robbery. Usually we can go in there with no problem, since our suits are impervious to all weapons. It seems two small-time thugs dressed in faceless, matte, jet-black suits decided they wanted to test us by robbing an art store. These guys went after the art supplies, artwork, even tried to get some money when we arrived. They carried laser rifles, set on kill. They killed two bystanders and just winged a clerk when we arrived. Already these guys were looking at life in the stocks, maybe even altered to be able to please whatever warden was assigned to oversee them.

"All four of us get to the store and draw our lasers. The chief yelled the standard throw down your weapons, you’re under arrest schpeil, but instead of obeying our instructions, they fired at us. Of course, the rays only bounced off of mine and Marie’s suits. Marie, the chief and Lee all went right in while I went around to the back to cut off the rear exit."

"I got off the first shot," Lee continued. "The first thug went hard to the deck. The other one decided to try his luck going out the back. Marie went after him while the chief and I covered the first."

"I tried to stop him in his tracks there," Janie said. "Instead of halting where he was, as I was bearing my laser at him, he rushed me and knocked me down before I could get a shot off. He lowered his shoulder like he was some sort of ancient running back or linebacker in a football game. I lost a handle on my gun. Marie came out a few meters behind him, but didn’t know where he went. I indicated the direction he ran after knocking me down and she went after him. I caught my breath for a second, radioed for backup, retrieved my gun, and followed.

"After a while, Marie found the second perp climbing a fire escape to the roof of a building. She followed him up. I followed her. The guy decides he’s going to act like either Spiderman or Superman and run and jump across the rooftops to shake us. He went across a small gap, so did Marie no problem. Another gap came up, a little wider, and she barely made it. A third gap was even wider. She just made that too. Then right before the fourth gap, which wasn’t as wide as the third, she trips right before she jumps."

Janie closes her eyes. The chief starts to sob. Lee has his forehead in his hand.

"Let me guess," Zack said. "She didn’t make it."

"Uh huh," O’Reiley said. "She fell 100 feet to her death. Broke her back right on the concrete when she landed. Pronounced dead at the scene. I just couldn’t take it anymore. We did eventually catch up to the second perp, but that didn’t matter to me anymore. I lost my Marie. My beat partner. My life partner. I tried to keep going as if it never happened, but my mind just wasn’t in my police work for a while. Even the times I was approached by Janie for comfort, both emotionally and sexually – you know I still legally can’t refuse sex – I just could not enjoy it. I wasn’t as potent as I used to be. My chief at the time gave me a leave of absence, hoping I could recover mentally after some time to myself. I visited Marie’s grave several times. Then I got a strange dream. Marie, in her silver glory, but with angel’s wings, came to me and said everything was all right. I should get on with my life. Enjoy myself. Soon, we will be together again, but in the meantime, I must live on. Then she made love with me one last time before being swept up to the heavens."

Zack sniffs back a tear. "Such a sad story, sir. How are you holding up now?"

"I’m doing rather well. Whenever I’m faced in a situation where I have to screw someone else, whether being approached or enforcing the law, I always remember what Marie said to me in my dream. I must live on."

Just then, the chief’s phone buzzed. "O’Reiley here."

"Chief, Sanchez here," the captain overseeing Lee, Zack and Janie said. "We’re about to have roll call here. I was told Benson, Zumas and Thompson were meeting with you, sir."

"Oh, sorry Capt. Sanchez. We were just going over Thompson’s training progress and briefing him on the new program. I’ll send them down."

"OK, chief." Sanchez hangs up.

"You guys are dismissed to go to roll call."

The three officers stand at attention, turn on their its and exit the office. They go back down the stairs to the briefing room on the main floor for roll call.

When the roll call meeting ends a half hour later, Lee, Janie and Zack go into training room two, which they had arranged for the morning, to continue Zack’s training. Each day for the last two months, the three have gone through Zack’s physical, mental and sexual training for half of the day and walked the beat for the other half. Some days, beat work comes first, depending on the availability of the training rooms. Today, they were able to arrange training room two.

Training room two has the basics for sexuality training of police officers. Several bondage and S & M items line the mat-covered walls of the room, including a cat-o’-nine-tails, horseman’s whip, Lycra rope, blindfolds, gags, everything but handcuffs. Each officer already has two pair in their utility belts. The floor also is padded for comfort when two or more officers are in coitus. The only thing different from this training room and the one in which Lee and Janie and turned Zack into a cop is this one doesn’t have a conversion machine.

Once they stepped inside, the clack clack of their built-in soles, Janie’s sporting a four-inch, broad heel, which accentuates her legs, were muffled by the floor padding. She then reaches down and slips the heels from her soles so she is flat-footed. Whereas a man’s suit always has flat soles, the women have a choice of ballet-style flat soles or removable heels of variable lengths. Two women decided to really charge up the public by wearing ultra high heels. One, Sgt. Michaela Primonova, has her standard three-inch heel but sometimes puts on a six-inch spike or puts on an eight-inch, ballet-boot style heel with box toe attachment. She only uses the ballet-boot attachment when she really needs to get nasty with someone whom she’s enforcing. The other, Ofc. Karen Magnusson, always wears a six-inch spiked heel, even while walking the beat. She thinks it both is comfortable and makes her look sexy to all the men – and some women – on the beat.

Janie starts to stretch out a bit, bending over to first reach her toes then the floor, then grabbed the back of her ankles. Zack ogled at her briefly, seeing how easily she can bend forward, then seeing how her bending stretched out her already ultra-tight suit over her ass and thighs. She still kept her thong on, so her snatch was still covered. After a few seconds, she straightened up then started to bend backwards. Her torso bent so it was nearly perpendicular to her legs, then went further until her hands reached the floor behind her. Zack and Lee always liked seeing Janie warm up. The two guys also learned her moves, so they joined in. They, of course, can’t bend as deeply as she. She had studied yoga since age 5 and can bend, flex and stretch herself in any position.

But there was a dual purpose behind Janie leading both Lee and Zack in those exercises. Not only does it limber them up for fucking, but the energy flow from the positions help with their virility and their self control. The position Janie gets into which all three like is known as dwipada sirasasana, or two-legged sleeping pose. She sits up, puts her right leg behind her head and shoulders and then places her left the same way, hooking her left ankle and foot around the right. She then leans back onto her back, opening up her sex when her thong is off.

The three all kept their tights on during the warm-ups. Each went through their own routine, as they all have different levels of proficiency. Zack is still a beginner. He can do many of the basic yogic exercises and a few of the more advanced positions. However, he cannot do many very deep back bends or leg splits yet. Lee can do almost as much as Janie can, but he still can’t do some positions with ease. Janie can do all the positions she can think of with ease. She can transition between positions with fluidity, almost like a dancer on a stage.

Following the yoga routines, the three sat in a brief meditation to center themselves. They needed the centering prior to the hard-core training, otherwise their sexual energies they generate would go haywire. A cop’s sexual potential is raised 50-fold by wearing their uniforms. Those having sex with a cop has theirs increase by a multiple of 20. When two cops copulate, the effect is cumulative, resulting in a thousand-fold energy potential. If not controlled, that amount of power can kill. Properly controlled, nirvana.

Janie was the first to break meditation. She slipped herself out of her cross-legged lotus posture with ease, then got on her hands and knees and crawled over to Lee first. She tapped him on the shoulder gently.

"Hey, sweetie, ready to continue Zack’s training?" she whispered in his ear as Lee starts to come out of his meditation.

Lee nodded, got out of his lotus, took off his briefs then put them back on. He lowered his eyelids again making like he was still meditating, when in reality he wasn’t. Janie then takes off her thong, crawls over to Zack, who is only in a simple cross-legged sitting position, and sits right in front of him. She reassumes lotus then reaches over to stroke Zack’s cock. The stroking stirs him as his eyes flutter open.

"Is this the way you break everyone out of meditation?" Zack asked.

"Not exactly," she said. "This is a Tantric connecting method. When each person places a hand on the other’s genitals, they connect to each other’s root chakra. Come, reach between my legs."

Zack slid his hand in the space between Janie’s crossed shins to her sex. He notices her thong is off. He rubs her single-layer spandex-covered mound with his spandex-lined hand lightly. He feels himself start to become hard under his briefs, which Janie also feels under her hand.

"I think you’d better remove that," she said, referring to his brief. He gladly obliges then returns to the genital connection exercise. After a few moments, they both start to become rather hot inside. At that time, Janie took Zack’s hand with her free hand and brought it between her breasts. She took her other hand, which rested on his cock, and placed it in the center of his chest.

"Put your other hand on mine like I have on yours," she said. "This is heart centering. This helps bring the energy from your genitals to your heart."

Zack placed his left hand on top of Janie’s right. They continued to sit with their hands on each other’s hearts in an ancient rite. Janie then takes her left hand off Zack’s right and placed it back on his dick. "This is heart-genital transferal now. Do like I am," she said. He takes his left hand off her right then placed it on her sex. "This circulates the energy between the two centers."

"I’m already beginning to feel it," Zack said. "Are you sure it isn’t just the suit doing this? I’ve experienced all of what this thing can do practically."

"Well, Zack, it’s partly the suit, but it only magnifies the feeling, remember? What you are feeling is really sexual energy growing and circulating throughout your body. Tantra is one of the best methods to increase and expand sexual potential. Lee and I do this every night when we come home from our shift. This has helped us achieve the thousand-fold orgasm that blows our minds away. Basically, we stay in control even when we seem like we’re fucking out of control. Our ecstasy rises and rises until it feels like the world around us has melted away and the universe is only us. We hadn’t taught you this until now, but we feel that you have established enough control of yourself that you are ready to undertake this rite."

Zack just sits there for a moment, still with his hands on Janie’s heart and sex. He contemplates what she said about Tantra. ‘Sounds like it’ll blow my mind away,’ he thinks, ‘but this whole experience would have blown my mind away, literally, had I not become a cop.’

He starts to lightly rub his spandexed hand on her spandexed mound. She starts to breathe a little bit harder through the excitement, but stays cool. She wiggles closer to him and leans over to his ear.

"Now we unite. Just sit there while I mount that staff of yours," she said. She then uncrosses her legs from lotus, embraces her arms and legs around Zack’s body, and then lowers herself onto his throbbing member. He tries to move his hips, but her weight, though only 40 kilos, only makes him move ever so slightly. She gave him a hard kiss for a moment then went back to his ear. "In this position, it’s the woman who’s in control," she said. "Let me take you to heaven."

Janie slowly moves her hips, but not up and down, rather back and forth and side to side. She starts to breathe very slowly, and tries to prompt Zack to do the same. "It’s best if we synchronize breathing. We use the breath to heighten our desire," she said.

Zack did as she said. As she breathed in, he matched her. As she moved her hips, he moved his Lycra-covered hands all over her Lycra-covered body. The lack of friction with the smooth, silver Lycra excited them both immensely. Janie moved her head closer to Zack’s and started to kiss him passionately. Her tongue slid past his lips and met his tongue. Their tongues danced with each other as her hips slowly ground over his cock. They both started to feel their sexual energies grow, which was amplified by the chemistry of their suits.

Meanwhile, Lee is sitting still in the lotus, but he has his eyes open. Seeing his wife and their protégé entwined in a Tantric position started to excite him. His cock starts to rise and expand in readiness for Janie’s cue for him to join for a ménage a tois. He changes his mudra from a simple hands resting on knees posture to placed near his penis. He lightly strokes himself, trying not to make himself cum until he joins Janie and Zack.

Janie starts to speed up her grinding gradually, feeling supercharged from the last 10 minutes of intercourse. Their breathing has quickened, but still in synch. Their mouths are still engaged. Suddenly Janie switches her breathing pattern, exhaling as Zack inhales. Zack doesn’t skip a beat, keeping with the rhythmic flow of his breath, though opposite of hers. He wraps his arms tightly around Janie’s taught body and hooks his tongue around hers. He feels his sexual energies grow exponentially, a combination of the suit’s power and the Tantric methods the pair are employing. He then starts to feel his loins bubble up and begins to orgasm violently. As if by cue, Janie’s body starts to twitch from a mind-blowing orgasm as well. She then unwraps her legs from around his body and forces him onto his back, spreading her legs astride him. That is Lee’s cue.

Lee, superarroused by watching the pair go at it, slides his legs out of lotus and crawls over to Janie and Zack. Zack is oblivious to Lee’s movements, but Janie was expecting him. Lee guides his rock-hard member into Janie’s awaiting ass while she continues fucking Zack with her pussy. After sliding his dick into her anus, Lee grabs her hips and starts guiding her onto both cocks. His passion quickly rises to catch up with the other two and the three start moaning in pleasure.

Zack starts to feel himself explode between his legs and lets his first batch of semen flow into Janie. He also feels her inner walls clutch him intensely in spurts. He then saw Lee behind Janie and knew he was in on the action, taking her up the butt. The three continued their escapade, with the men unloading their continual streams of semen into both of Janie’s holes. With the sheer volume of ejaculate, the trio created a large puddle of cum around them, but they didn’t care. They wanted to take each other to the highest heights possible.

After about an hour, the three started to slow and eventually stop. Zack was panting from all the strenuous activity. Janie seemed only slightly winded, while Lee, because he started late, didn’t show any signs of wear.

"Wow! That was intense," Zack said.

"You’re learning very well, rookie," Janie said, with a wink. "Come on, you two, after the cleaning bot takes care of this mess, put your briefs back on and let’s head out to the beat."

If almost on cue, the android flew from an unseen portal, bathed the trio in the cleaning rays, and later directed its beams at the floor. After a few minutes, everything in the room looked just like it did when the trio came in. All three put their trunks and utility belts back on, Janie reapplied her heels, and the trio left to walk the beat.

Most of the day, the trio had rather uneventful happenings. They noticed a woman, quite tall and very statuesque, wearing a neon yellow catsuit, about ready to steal a music chip (which uses MP3 technology introduced in the late 20^th century, but upgraded in the middle 21^st). However, when Zack walked up to her and she saw him, he didn’t need to say anything to make her look into the retinal scanner to make her purchase. However, Janie approached a moment later and asked her to take another retinal scan on her portable unit, for identification. The portable unit stored the information for them to take to a police kiosk later.

Moments later, the three officers went to the nearest kiosk to check on the background on the would-be shoplifter. The name on the identification screen almost made Zack gasp. It was Razor’s sister, Goldie. He had known her since soon after he met Razor. The one thing he always noticed about Goldie, she always wore different shades of yellow, but he never remembered her be as that skinny, nor did he think of her as a possible criminal.

"Zack? ZACK!" Janie said. "What’s wrong?"

"That’s my sister-in-law," he said matter-of-factly.

"Goldenrod "Goldie" Carlson, 22, 165 cm, 45 kg, 86-51-86, suspected in multiple shoplifting incidents… Sounds like you have a problem in your family," Lee said.

"How could I have known she was a shoplifter? When Razor and I were dating while I was in college, Goldie was only in junior high. She was sweet and innocent. Of course, Razor hasn’t kept up with her family since she married me. She’ll have a cow when she finds out I’m going to arrest her sister."

"Comes with the territory, Rook," Lee replied.

"We’ll follow her," Janie said. "If she tries to steal another item somewhere, and we catch her red-handed, we’ll arrest her."

"How do we pick her out?" Zack asked. "I’ve never been on a stake-out before with you guys."

"When we placed the portable unit on her, not only did it read her retinal scan, but it also read her genetic structure. This unit also has a tracking unit, which tunes to the exact genetic makeup of a suspect. All we have to do is select her scan and let it do the work." As Janie explained, she entered Goldie’s code and started beeping. "Suspect is 500 m due south of here. She’s going to the mall. Remember, lie low and observe. Don’t make it look like you’re following her."

Lee took over. "Zack, you hang about 25 m behind your sister-in-law after we make visual contact. Janie, you go to the southeast entrance and converge on her from there. I’ll take the west entrance. Activate the helmet’s muffle feature so we can communicate without the civilians hearing our voices."

Each officer pressed buttons on the inside of their helmets near their left earflaps, which activated the muffler. They can speak to each other on the helmet radios, but other people cannot hear them. Their visors also cover their faces completely so the public cannot see where they’re looking or whether they are talking. Lee gave the other two a thumbs-up then signaled them to follow him to the mall.

At the mall, Janie gave Zack the portable unit, and then she and Lee spread out to their assigned positions. Zack used the tracker mode of the portable unit to search for Goldie. The unit said the suspect was within 30 m dead ahead. He looked up and saw the neon yellow suit and the exaggerated curves of his sister-in-law.

"Benson, Zumas, visual contact with the suspect acquired. She’s 30 m ahead of me and heading for Bloomingdale’s," Zack radioed.

"Zumas here. I’m near there now. I’ll stand watch at the entrance. Remember the plan," Janie said.

"Affirmative," Zack said, confidently.

"Benson here. I’m at the bookstore just in case she decides to come here. Looking at her record, she seems to go for books, music and videos. Stay on her," Lee said.

"Understood," Zack replied. His gaze is squarely on the neon yellow rear end of his sister in law, how her hips swayed side to side, how her body type was much like his wife’s. It was almost as if she was a spitting image of how Razor looked when they were first dating, except Razor was wearing pink at the time. Focus, Zack, focus, he’s thinking to himself. You’re not here to fuck your sister in law, at least not right now; you’re here to see if she does try to steal something.

Just then, a man wearing a light blue catsuit approaches Goldie. She stops to talk to him. "Benson, Zumas, little problem. New subject just appeared. About 185 cm, 90 kg, male, light blue suit with matching trunks. He’s talking to the suspect."

"Turn on your amplifier, see if either is doing something illegal," Lee said.

Zack did just that, pressing a button in his right earflap of his helmet. Just then, he could hear the conversation Goldie and Blue.

"So, hun, what you doing here?" Blue asked.

"Oh, just a little ‘shopping,’" Goldie replied. "What about you?"

"Just looking around here. I just finished my lunch and was on my way back to work, but I’m not due for another 15 minutes."

"How about a little dessert then?" Goldie now is pressing herself against Blue, starting to stroke his rear with her Lycra-covered hands.

"How could I refuse an offer like that," Blue replied as he starts to fiddle with Goldie’s yellow thong.

"Let’s go over to that bench," Goldie said.

"Zumas, suspect has been delayed. Male subject and the suspect are going to screw," Zack called over the radio, knowing he cannot be heard by anyone but another cop on the same frequency.

"Stay out of sight and keep observing," Janie replied.

"Understood, Thompson out."

Zack saw Goldie and Blue stroll over to the nearest flat bench, holding each other tightly and felling each other as best they could. Before Blue could sit down, Goldie stops him to take off his briefs. "Lie down, stud." Blue does as commanded. His 20 cm dick sticks up and slightly back of perpendicular. Goldie then kneels beside him and takes his shaft into her mouth, taking in the entire length. She spends a couple minutes sucking, licking and orally stroking his shaft while taking off her thong, exposing the holes in her suit leading to her twat and anus. Once she takes off the thong and sets it aside, she gets up and stands astride Blue and eases herself onto his spit-lubricated member. She then bounces up and down along his length. Blue reaches up and rubs Goldie’s small, firm orbs with his spandexed hands. Both feel the electricity their shared fetish of Lycra creates within them. The whole world has a Lycra fetish. But somehow, the two don’t care about the world, just the two of them.

Goldie pumps herself faster and faster, making Blue grunt louder and louder. Since that kind of action is prevalent in this society, no one pays much attention -- no one but for Zack, that is. Zack can hear Blue is about set to blow his cork and spew hot sperm into Goldie. Her movements start to become erratic herself. A few minutes later, Zack sees Blue spasm into a hard orgasm and sperm seep out of Goldie’s snatch. They slow their movements in the afterglow of their orgasm and disengage each other. At that moment, a cleaning android comes over and cleans them off. Blue puts his trunks back on, kisses and thanks Goldie, and goes on his way back to work. Goldie puts her thong back on and resumes her journey.

"She’s resumed her walk, but she’s going to the bookstore. Heads up, Benson!" Zack called out.

"I’m in position," Lee replied.

Zack continues to keep his 25 m separation from Goldie as she arrives at the bookstore. Lee was leaning against a silver-colored column nearby, making him inconspicuous. Zack, however, knew where he was and nodded. He stops just outside the store and stands off to one side, watching inside for that unmistakable neon yellow suit.

Goldie looks through the shelves in the store. Even though it is a bookstore, books in the ancient term have been replaced with mini-disks, 7 cm in diameter, but have as much information as an old 150-page book. Goldie stops in the romance novels. She finds the one she has been waiting for, the latest in her favorite series. Zack creeps into the store, noticing his sister-in-law may have found her target. He reaches for his handcuffs as he notices Goldie look left, then right. Goldie doesn’t see anyone near her, and then she places the disk down the front of her thong. She reaches lower to the hole where her pussy access is, stretches the hole, and places the disk between the suit and her skin. She walks away, calmly, and past the checkout stand.

"Benson, suspect has the goods," Zack said on the radio.

"Get her!"

"STOP! POLICE!" Zack yelled after disengaging muffle mode. Everyone stopped dead in their tracks, everyone except for Goldie, who continues to casually walk out of the store.

"I said STOP!" Zack said, drawing his laser pistol now. She hears the gun whine, so she stops.

"Go over there and spread," he said, which she does. Zack starts to frisk Goldie and reaches for her crotch, where she hid the book disk. He feels the disk, but can’t get at it because it was inside her suit. He then takes out a pair of cuffs and places her hands in them.

"Goldenrod ‘Goldie’ Carlson, you are under arrest for shoplifting," Zack said.

"Zack?" Goldie said.

"Quiet! You have the right to remain silent, everything you say…"

"…Can and will be used against me in a court of law. I know the routine, bro-in-law."

"I said be quiet. We’ll talk more at the station. Benson, assistance, please."

Lee enters the store and takes one of Goldie’s arms. "Where’s the item?"

Zack takes the other. "It’s between her suit and her snatch. She hid it well."

Janie meets up with her two partners at the transporter. The four step onto the platform and are teleported back to the police station. Once they get there, Lee and Janie hold Goldie against a desk and force her legs spread. Zack then removes Goldie’s thong and reaches into her pussy hole to retrieve the disk.

"All this for a trashy romance novel?" Zack asked.

"I’m a little short on funds, and I couldn’t wait for my next pay day to get that disk. I had to have that disk!" Goldie replied.

"Not according to your financial records," Lee replied. "According to this, you have more than enough. You could even pay your rent, which is a month or two in arrears. Looks like we can add perjury and rent evasion to your shoplifting charge."

Janie grabs Goldie by the arm. "Let’s go!" she said and leads her to the interrogation room. There they put Goldie on the table and strap her wrists and ankles securely. The officers all remove their helmets, utility belts and crotch coverings.

"You guys are going to fuck me for stealing that disk?" Goldie said in disbelief.

"This isn’t for shoplifting," Lee said. "Shoplifting only carries a 50 credit fine. Perjury carries a more physical penalty."

Lee was about to approach Goldie for the first shot, but Zack stopped him. "Allow me. This is something I have wanted to do since I’ve known her," he said.

"Be my guest," Lee replied.

Zack walks up to the strapped down Goldie, bringing himself to an instant erection. It wasn’t hard to get hard, as the sight of her sexy body bound to the table simply took him to the edge. He climbs up onto the table and places his body over hers. He puts his hips between her legs, teasing her pussy with his penis. When he feels like she is sufficiently teased, he slides his dick into her caverns and starts to grind. His sexual energies start to percolate, added by the magic sensations of his uniform. His pleasure builds and builds to the 50-fold barrier as her pleasure-torture starts rising 20-fold. Meanwhile, Lee and Janie decide they want to have a piece of the fun. Lee positions himself where he can enter Goldie’s ass and Janie kneels astride Goldie’s face. With all the contact between the ménage a quatre, semen and pussy juices flowed all over the place. Other police officers peeking into the windows of the room decided to enter and join the party, either with each other or taking their turn with Goldie.

After many hours of sex, Goldie has passed out on the table. Most of the cops have left the room, but Zack remained. Cleaning ‘bots already have tidied up the room of all the semen and vaginal fluids. Goldie comes to, finds herself untied, and then looks over at Zack.

"How long was it?" she asked.

"About three hours. You were out for 30 minutes," Zack said. "Have you learned your lesson? Will you not steal, lie or be past due on your rent?"

"I’ve learned my lesson. Next time I want to be screwed by you, it will be on good terms. Either that or with Razor."

"I’ll pass that along to her. My question is why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you turn to a life of crime?"

"I don’t know. I was dared to take a videodisk one day; I felt the rush of taking it without being caught, so I kept at it. Of course, you and your partners happened to catch me with that MP3 chip."

"Well, lucky for you I’m on the force. Come on. Let’s get you out of here. First, we have to stop at the desk so you can pay your fine for shoplifting."

"All right," Goldie said with disappointment.

"Either I or Razor will call you sometime, OK?"

"OK. I’m in the book."

Zack escorted Goldie to the front desk, where she put her eyes in the retinal scanner to take 50 credits from her account. He then took her to the transporter, where they teleported to the transport pad nearest Goldie’s apartment building. Once he took her there, they bid farewell and Zack returned to the pad.

"Thompson to base. Ready for transport."

"Base here," Janie replied. "You’re off duty now. Go home."

"Understood, Zumas. Send me home."

The transporter hums to life and teleports Zack to his apartment complex. It’s already 1730 hours. After getting off the elevator, Zack smells something coming from his apartment.

"Razor?"

"In the kitchen, Zack."

Zack enters the kitchen and sees Razor cooking pork loins in mushroom gravy. "My, you’ve been busy."

"I figured you’d be hungry after your hard day policing the city. How was your day?"

"So so. You remember Goldie?"

"What’s little sis up to?"

"Until today, not good. We caught her shoplifting and then added perjury and not paying her rent. We set her straight though."

"The same way your friends set me straight just before you joined the force?"

"You got it."

"Where is she at anyway?"

"Oh, she’s living in the apartment complex on the northern end of town. She thought the three of us should get together sometime."

"Oh? In what way?"

"What way do you think?" Zack said followed by a kiss and a fondle of Razor’s breast.

"Ooo. I’d like that. Of course, I taught her everything she knows about the ways of the world." They kiss again.

"I think you’d better turn off the stove."

"The food’s done anyway. Grab a dish and we’ll eat over there." Razor points to an area in the middle of the living room.

"But the table’s over there," Zack said pointing to the dining room.

"I know. Let’s get messy!"

"I love the way you think."

"And I love you."

They kiss, then dish up the food and enter the living room. They feed each other dinner, getting friskier after each bite. Once they finish, they push the plates aside and go hard-core on each other, with the suit working its wonders once again.

END OF THE EPISODE