Code Enforcement

The car door closed with solid jarring of the patrol vehicle and Officer Jim Kellen settled into the seat. His duty belt was loaded with all of the normal accouterments a code enforcement officer was expected to carry, from a set of restraints to a portable computer that did everything except make a cup of coffee. Kellen looked over at his partner, a young man who had just joined the force a few months prior and was perhaps, at least to Kellen’s perspective, a little too enthusiastic. 

“Where are we headed first this morning?” Asked Bryant Gallins, turning to give Kellen a pleasant smile. Frankly, Kellen irritated the crap out of Gallins, mostly because the older officer wanted to spend more time sitting on his ass drinking coffee than actually doing his fucking job. Kellen was not just lazy, but also out of shape, which meant that patrolling some of the choicier locations for violators was not something they did often. That disappointed Gallins, who knew, or at least suspected, that writing tickets or actually detaining and arresting code violators was the path to promotion. 

Kellen shrugged. “We could head over to the mall,” he suggested, which was par for the course. There were two coffee shops there, one on either end, that would somewhat reluctantly, refill his cup. Gallins frowned.

“We were there yesterday,” he objected. “And the day before. Three days in a row and Sergeant Allon might object.”

Kellen snorted. “Whatever.”

Gallins slid in behind the wheel. He was always the designated driver. “How about the Greenbelt Park?”

Kellen gave the young man a hard look. “The park? Are you fucking crazy? Do you have any idea how much walking that means?”

Gallins grinned as he put the car into gear. “Gotta go where the code violators are. They never think we’ll be out there.” He pulled out onto the road. “Besides. We can park in Arapaho Circle, then just take the loop. A casual stroll. It’s wooded, so they won’t see us coming. Boom. We appear out of nowhere, conduct a quick check, and who knows… maybe we’ll get an arrest.”

Kellen shook his head. “Sheesh. It’s like you love paperwork.”

Gallins laughed. “We have an amazing job,”  he said sincerely. “Don’t you think?”

Kellen grunted. “Look but don’t touch?” He muttered sourly as he looked out the window. “Fucking cock teases.”

Gallins didn’t reply to that. That part he understood and frankly, he figured the last time Jim Kellen had been on top of a girl was a decade before. Sometimes their job even left Gallins a little tense. He let out a sigh. Still, the pay was decent and despite a tendency to profile certain kinds of offenders, he could live with the frustration. 

“Can we at least get coffee?” Kellen asked.

Gallins chuckled. “We can do that.”

After visiting the coffee shop, Gallins turned the cruiser toward Greenbelt Park. It only took five minutes to get there and there were already a dozen or so vehicles parked in the lot. Gallins pulled in and stopped, glancing around. Very few people were in sight. One or two men glanced that way and he thought he saw one woman disappear from view down between some trees. He hopped out of the vehicle and then was forced to wait as Kellen just sat there, drinking his java.

“Need an invitation?” Gallins said, leaning down with a smile, hoping the friendly grin would mitigate some of the irritation he felt with his older partner.

Kellin rolled his eyes. “In a hurry?”

Gallins shrugged. “Well, it’s just that people will see us. The word gets around, and then no one is violating the law.”

Kellin took another very slow sip of his coffee. “Yay for us then.”

Gallins nodded amiably, but then turned, grinding his teeth. He leaned against the cruiser and waited. Finally Kellin got out of the car, his huge belly threatening to swallow his duty belt. 

“Ready?” Kellin asked sarcastically.

Gallins didn’t take the bait. “Totally,” he agreed. He pushed up off the car and headed straight toward the trail head. The Greenbelt was ostensibly a park built into the city’s flood control system and the concrete path, which was a popular destination for bikers, hikers, and dog walkers, was set along one of the major creeks that bisected this section of town. The lush forest was a haven for wildlife and Gallins had to admit that he loved the place himself. They turned and moved down the walkway, winding their way into woods, though Gallins had to slow his pace significantly to keep from leaving Kellin in his dust. 

It only took two minutes before they encountered their first code inspection. She hesitated for half a second as she spotted them and with only a quick glance toward the man next to her, not to mention the boy standing between them, she continued her forward march without a word. Gallins stopped as they came forward and he smiled, admiring the lady. She was in her mid-thirties and wearing the ordinance required skirt that left her long and pretty legs bare. She wore a pair of white flats that looked comfortable and the blue blouse that covered her top made the color of her eyes pop. Long brunette hair that fell in curls around her shoulders glistened with health.

“Good morning, ma’am,” Gallins said with a pleasant smile. “Code enforcement. We need to check your stimulator.”

The woman’s husband gave Gallins a frustrated look, but then grabbed his son’s hand. “Come along, Jon.” He nodded at Kellin who grinned. “Let’s give your mother some privacy.” He stepped around the two enforcement officers and Kellin turned, watching them go.

The second her son was out of earshot, the woman let out a frustrated breath. “Don’t you have something better to do than harass people?” She demanded. 

Gallin blinked but Kellin turned back to her. “Actually, no. We get paid to harass people. Now, if you’re in compliance this will go quick and easy. So lift your skirt and show us the green.”

Her mouth pressed into a thin firm line and with a glance around to make sure they were alone, the woman lifted the front of her skirt. 

“Panties?” Kellin snorted. “Seriously?”

Gallins smiled. They were bikini cut, and pink. He hadn’t seen a set in quite awhile and he gave her a quick wink. “I like them,” he said politely. “I think they’re cute.” 

She sniffed. “I don’t wear them for perverts like you.”

Kellin took another step forward. “Still gotta see the green.”

She rolled her eyes and snagged the panties at the waistband. She tugged the front downward with one hand, the other holding up the hem of her skirt. As the material dropped, a bit of white plastic appeared, shaped like the wishbone of a chicken, but thicker. It seemed to cling to a bright pink nodule of flesh, swollen and ripe, that was lightly pinched between the two elongated ends. The woman’s labia were glistening and visible beneath the stimulator, where a tiny green light was blinking. 

“Satisfied,” she demanded. 

Gallins nodded, but Kellin leaned over, putting his face close. “Not quite yet,” he said. He ogled the woman’s sex and then licked his lips. “Blinking green,” he said, looking up. “You’re almost due.”

The woman’s face colored. “It’s set to automatic,” she said firmly. “I will get the warning at the appropriate time, and find some place private.” 

Gallins nodded with complete understanding, but Kellin decided to be an asshole. “You can go ahead and do it right here,” he said with a leer. “We won’t mind.”

The outraged look on the woman’s face said it all. She let go off both the panties and the skirt, once more hiding the stimulator clipped to her clitoris. “Either write me a ticket or let me go.”

Kellin straightened up, a nasty look on his face. “How about I take you in for being difficult?” He snapped.

Gallins stepped between them and with a patient look at his partner, turned to the woman. “Ma’am, thank you. You’re free to go. I appreciate your cooperation.”

She glared at Kellin, but then nodded at Gallins. She hurried past them both, clearly intending to catch up with her husband and son.

“That little bitch,” Kellin muttered the moment she was out of earshot.

“Kellin, she was legal,” Gallins said quietly. “She was in the green.”

Kellin rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He turned and started marching down the path. With a sigh, Gallins followed after his partner. 

The next person they encountered came upon them fast. She was blonde and in her mid twenties, jogging at a quick pace. She wore a skirt, but even before Kellin was able to put up a hand and stop her, Gallins could see she was also wearing a pair of lycra shorts. 

“Stimulator check,” Kellin barked. “Drop em and show me the green.”

The woman, who was panting, gave Kellin a dark look. “I’m jogging,” she blurted out. 

Kellin shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Show me the green and then finish your job.”

She shook her head. “You’re going to screw up my time!” She looked over at Gallins for help, but Gallins shook his head. 

Kellin crossed his arms. “You’re the one screwing up your time. We’d already be done if you just cooperated.”

“I don’t have time for this!” She insisted. To Gallins surprise, she started moving around Kellin. But before Gallins could intercept, Kellin grabbed her arm. 

“Are you refusing to comply?” He demanded. 

She suddenly gulped and looked down. “No.”

“No what?” Kellin hissed.

“No sir,” she said. 

Kellin let go of her arm. “Good. Now you’re going to take those goddamn lycra shorts you’re wearing completely off. You know they’re illegal. And then you’re going to show us your stimulator.”

“But… running without shorts makes me chafe,” she said pitifully, giving Gallins another hopeful look. Gallins smiled sadly.

“Sorry,” he said. “But Officer Kellin is right. Can’t wear those.” He nodded. “But you might try some lubricating jelly. Rub it on your thighs and you won’t chafe.” He tried to sound helpful. 

She closed her eyes in resignation, then pulled her skirt all the way up. Sure enough, the black lycra shorts covered her thighs and bum and waist, creating an intriguing outline of her rump and sex, complete with the wishbone shape of the stimulator. She yanked the lycra down hurriedly, letting the skirt fall back down and she tossed them on the ground. Then she jammed her fists down on her hips and glared at Kellin. 

“Happy?” She spat. 

Kellin’s eyes narrowed. “Not until I see the green,” he retorted.

For a second, Gallins thought that the girl was going to assault his partner. But then she closed her eyes in frustration. She reached down and lifted the front of her skirt, revealing the white plastic stimulator hugging her clitoris. Kellin shook his head, his mouth curling up into a smile. 

“Red light is a bad sight,” he intoned happily. “That will be a citation for you, Missy.” He pulled his scanner out of its holster on his belt. “Thumb please.”

The girl, clearly defeated, lifted her hand and let Kellin get a read. The computer beeped. “Ms. Anna Sewell,” Kellin read out. “Age twenty-one. Date of birth, January 2nd, rest period is from 2100 to 0700. College student, major - secondary education.”

“Oh?” Gallins said cheerfully. “You’re going to be a teacher?”

“She’s going to be cumming in a moment,” Kellin sneered. “Turn it on, Ms. Sewell, while I issue you a citation.”

Anna looked at Gallins miserably, but when Gallins didn’t say anything to contradict Kellin, her shoulders slumped and she bent her head forward. Her hand slipped downward, lifted the skirt, and with a gentle touch, tapped the stimulator.

Gallins grinned. This was his favorite part. He could see the tip of her clitoris trapped between the bottom prongs of the stimulator and the red light went to a flashing green. Less than a second later the entire device began vibrating, shaking in various patterns and translating those oscillations straight into Anna Sewell’s clit. Her eyes widened and then she gasped, her hips rolling instantly as she began bucking. A loud and desperate moan of pleasure escaped from her lips and she swayed, her knees almost buckling from the sensations flooding through her loins. One arm pinwheeled and she snagged a hold of Gallins, who stood there stoically as the pretty blonde suffered through the stimulation. It only took three minutes or so and when Anna Sewell cried out, her entire bottom half jerking, Kellin stepped back as the cum began squirting out of her cunt. It splattered the concrete trail in a thin line and then she sagged, clinging to Gallins as the stimulator slowed, then went quiet. The LED indicator light now glowed green.

“As a reminder,” Kellin said perfunctorily, “per city ordinance thirty-six point seven five eight nine, sub-section seven, code eleven seventeen, all females between the ages of sixteen and fifty are required to wear their stimulator, which must be maintained in the green, failure of which is considered a code violation which could result in fiscal or physical penalties, and/or incarceration. A digital citation has been issued to Ms. Anna Sewell, and you are required to present yourself and your stimulator at the municipal court to enter a plea.” He looked up at the panting girl. “Would you like a printed receipt?”

Her eyes narrowed. “No,” she muttered. Then she straightened, letting go of Gallins. “Can I have my shorts back?” 

Gallins bent to pick them up from the ground, but Kellin got there first. He snatched them up and held the crotch up to his nose, sniffing. He wrinkled his face. “I don’t think you should be wearing these,” he said, jamming them into his uniform pant’s pocket.

Anna’s mouth opened to protest and even Gallins looked uncomfortable. 

“Kellin. Jim,” he admonished, but Kellin stood his ground. After a moment, Gallins looked at Anna. “You’re free to go,” he said quietly. 

She glared at Kellin, but then nodded. Slowly, she began walking away, glancing back over her shoulder only once. Then she rounded the bend and Gallins looked at his partner.

“Her shorts? Seriously?” 

Kellin grinned. “Sugar and spice, right?” He laughed. Then he plucked Anne Sewell’s shorts out of his pocket again and took another whiff.

Gallins shook his head. “You have issues.”

Kellin laughed and the two officers continued down the trail. They passed two men who were hiking along, only to spot a pair of teenage girls round the bend. They were adorably cute, wearing the required skirts with skimpy tops that didn’t leave a whole lot to the imagination. Both of them froze, horrified looks on their faces.

“Gonna bolt,” Kellin warned Gallins.

It was the black haired girl on the right that turned tail and ran, while the redhead with the dyed hair stood stock still, unsure of how to proceed. Kellin and Gallins both jerked into action, with the younger officer taking off after the dark haired girl. Kellin managed the short sprint and even before he reached the redhead, he had his handcuffs out. Gallin disappeared down the trail, chasing after the fleeing girl, while Kellin grabbed hold of the one who stayed, twisting her around and hauling her wrists behind her back. 

“What are you doing?” She begged. “I didn’t do anything! I swear!” 

“Shut up,” Kellin told the girl. He snagged her bicep, happy to be touching bare skin, and he pushed her forward. “Let’s go find your friend. What’s her name?”

The girl, forced to walk forward, began crying. Kellin was about to ask again when Gallins came into view, also escorting a prisoner - the girl with the black hair.

Kellin pulled the redhead to a stop as Gallins came up. The girl he had hold of was already sniveling and seemed slightly out of breath. Gallins, on the other hand, wasn’t even breathing hard. 

“You okay?” Kellin asked perfunctory. Gallins nodded.

“Absolutely. Kind of exciting!” 

Kellin nodded and once more pulled out his scanner. He grabbed the redhead’s hand and forced her thumb against the plate. It beeped and he looked down.

“Libby Vargas,” Kellin read aloud. “Age eighteen. Date of birth, March 1st, rest period is from 2000 to 0600. Ardorant High School, Junior. Fast Food Worker.” He paused. “Oh boy… a record! Five counts of failure to stimulate.” He looked at the redhead. “Well Ms. Vargas, I can’t wait to see if you’re in the green.”

Libby Vargas closed her eyes and looked away. Kellin let out a laugh and looked at the black haired girl. “And who are you?” He handed the scanner to Gallins who quickly got a thumb print and looked down at the screen. “Jacey Peterson, Age seventeen. Date of birth, July 17th, rest period is 2200 to 0800. Ardorant High School. Sophomore. Unemployed. No record.” Gallins looked up. “Enjoying the summer air ladies?”

Neither girl answered and Kellin grinned. “Well, normally we’re not handsy, but considering the fine greeting we got, I hope you understand that there are rules.” He reached around the front of Libby Vargas’ body and grabbed the hem of her skirt. He tugged it upward, revealing the smooth white plastic looking stimulator clinging to Libby’s clitoris. Unfortunately, the LED light was glowing red.

“Red lights a bad sight!” Kellin crowed. “Now, how about your friend?” He looked over at the black haired girl. “Jacey, right?” 

Jacey twisted as Gallins reached down, but she was no match for the young officer’s strength. He managed to hold onto her while at the same time tugging up the front of her skirt.

“Oooh boy! Look at that clit!” Kellin said cheerfully. “Well, it looks like you were right Gallins. We are making an arrest today!” 

Gallins looked at Jacey with sympathy. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to fit you with a police stimulator while we get you transported.”

Libby looked fearfully at Kellin. “Am I going to jail too?” She asked worriedly.

Kellin frowned. “For eight violations plus this one today? Damn straight you should be going to jail.” He sighed. “But unfortunately for us, you’re just going to have a nice orgasm and then walk away with a citation.” He tapped Libby on the nose. “But hopefully the punishment you get is getting strapped down to a clit tickler for about eight hours.”

Libby’s face went white, even as Kellin reached down to her stimulator. A second later she was gasping as it went active. Gallins, Kellin, and even Jacey watched as Libby mewled, a panic stricken look on her face.

“Please! I get too sensitive! I can’t take it!” Libby gasped. Her hips jerked and Gallin gave her a confused look. 

“Then get a medical limit,” he advised as Libby’s loins churned. She thrust forward and a moment later, cried out in ecstasy as the orgasm erupted through her. A splatter of cum splashed down onto the concrete and she sagged, a ripple of spasms still rocking through her. Kellin grinned, looked down at her and then before anyone could say anything, reached down and touched the stimulator again. 

“Jim!” Gallins’ blurted out, but it was too late. The stimulator started up another round and Libby cried out, collapsing onto the concrete and then rolling into the grass. Kellin stood there watching as she bucked and twitched in the grass as Gallins and Jacey looked on in horror. Libby, clearly overwhelmed by sensitivity, cried piteously as the simulator worked to push her right back into the just vacated pinnacle of climax. 

“Please! I can’t! I can’t! It hurts!” Libby blubbered. She rolled over onto her stomach and frantically began humping the ground, as if she were trying to knock the stimulator off. Kellin began laughing, watching the show as Libby’s bare bottom clenched and jiggled. Her skirt rolled up to her waist and with her hands bound behind her back, there was nothing she could do but endure it.

“Bastard!” Jacey snarled, looking at Kellin.

The older officer’s eyes snapped up and he pointed at Jacey. “You shut your mouth. In a moment, you’ll be screaming too. I promise you.” He looked at Gallins. “Get her fitted.”

Gallins frowned, clearly unhappy with Kellin. “It doesn’t have to be like this,” he said tightly. With a sigh, he pulled Jacey over to the grass, just a foot away from where Libby was both clearly loving and hating the intense over-stimulation of her pussy. He looked at Jacey. “Can you please sit down and spread your legs wide?”

Jacey, tears in her eyes as Libby began whimpering, shook her head. “You can go to hell too.”

Gallins frowned. “Miss, I need to ask you to…”

But then Kellin swept in behind Jacey and with his foot, hooked her ankle. She tumbled to the grass with a cry and Kellin reached down and snagged her ankle, hauling her foot up into the air. Jacey screamed and kicked, but that only gave Kellin an opportunity and a moment later his iron locked fingers were wrapped around each of Jacey’s ankles, holding her legs apart as she kicked and squirmed beneath him.

“Now kid,” he said, glancing at Gallins. 

The young officer gave Kellin a quick nod and then knelt down, his knees almost against Jacey’s buttocks. He pulled a device from a pouch on his duty belt and set it down in the grass right near Jacey’s hip. The police issued stimulator was much bigger and bulkier than the small, wishbone shaped civilian versions. Of course, it could do much, much more too. Firstly, it would fit completely over Jacey’s sex. 

“Don’t! Please! Don’t!” Jacey whined.

Gallins lifted both hands. “This won’t hurt, but I need to prep your clitoris.”

“Don’t touch me!” She shouted, kicking again.

Kellin managed to hold her, but only barely. “Resisting arrest too?” He grunted, fingers tightening down on her ankles. Gallins placed his hands on her inner thighs, pressing downward, his thumbs extended right over her sex. Then Jacey stiffened as she felt the young man’s touch on both sides of her clitoral hood. He began rubbing and she whimpered.

“Don’t…” she moaned. “Please… don’t!” But it was too late. The sensation Gallins was trained to produce overwhelmed her and a moment later her clit had stiffened, peeking out from beneath its little cover. With one hand, Gallins grabbed the police issued stimulator and quickly fitted it over Jacey’s sex. There was a mechanized whirr and then Jacey jerked, eyes wide as her mouth opened in a soundless cry. She sucked in a violent gasp, only to let out an undulating cry.

Of ecstasy. 

Kellin let go over Jacey’s ankles and her feet dropped around Gallins. Not that it made a difference, Every bit of fight had left the girl and she laid on the grass twitching and jerking, her hips dancing back and forth vigorously. Gallins stood up, brushing debris off his knees, and looked down at their two prisoners, both of whom were thrashing in their bonds on the side of the trail. 

“Damn,” Kellin said in appreciation. “That is a beautiful sight.”

The redhead girl, Libby, was still pumping her cute little twat downward against her personal stimulator and her bare bottom quivered in the air just beneath her cuffed hands. Her shirt had managed to slide upward too, revealing a braless set of breasts, nipples taut and hard. But it was still Jacey that won that title of most entertaining. Her cries, panting, and twisting as the police stimulator pushed her toward an immediate orgasm was impressive. 

“How does that feel, girly?” Kellin taunted, bending over and giving Jacey’s bared bottom a nice firm swat. She yelped, but otherwise continued the grind, moving rapidly toward climax. “You like that? Feel that short little cock inside you, twisting away? Or is it the vibrations rumbling through your nasty cunt? Or maybe it's the suction. Do you like having your clit massaged like that?” He grabbed her ass and kneaded the cheek. “Most girls love the police version. So much more intense than those little stimulators you’re required to wear.”

Just then, Libby cried out, clearly hitting the orgasmic milestone. She trembled violently, then let out gasp, shuddering as the vibrations between her legs stopped. Kellin looked over, let out a sigh and straightened. 

“Kellin,” Gallins warned. 

The older officer gave Gallins a nasty look, then grabbed hold of Libby Vargas, hauling her upright. He brushed grass and bits of leaf off her front, ostensibly groping her breasts at the same time. 

“Feel better?” He asked Libby.

Her head swayed and her glassy eyes seemed to have trouble focusing. “Fuck… fuck… you,” she managed to say. 

Kellin laughed. He pulled his little computer out. “Per city ordinance thirty-six point seven five eight nine, sub-section seven, code eleven seventeen, all females between the ages of sixteen and fifty are required to wear their stimulator, which must be maintained in the green, failure of which is considered a code violation which could result in fiscal or physical penalties, and/or incarceration. A digital citation has been issued to Ms. Libby Vargas, and you are required to present yourself and your stimulator at the municipal court to enter a plea.” He looked up at the panting girl. “Would you like a printed receipt?”

Libby nodded, her head bobbing. Kellin grinned and the computer made a hissing sound. A small piece of paper extruded from the side. The officer tore it off and held it up. “Here,” he said. Then he tucked it into the waistband of her skirt. “Turn around.”

Libby turned, her eyes going to her friend Jacey, who was squirming even more energetically, and Kellin freed her wrists. She brought her hands forward and rubbed her skin where the shackles had held her tight and blinked away tears.

Then it was Jacey’s turn to cum. The younger black haired girl’s heels thumped on the ground as the orgasm ripped through her, the sounds coming from the police issued stimulator attenuating as the required climax left Jacey a quivering lump of female flesh. Spasms continued to make her jerk as Gallins reached down and picked her up, setting her upright. He had to hold her because it was pretty clear she was about to fall back over.

“Jacey?” Libby said with worry, looking at her friend.

Kellin turned. “You should leave. You’re friend is coming with us.” He paused. “And cumming while she’s coming with us.” 

Libby’s eyes narrowed. “Bastard!” 

Kellin whirled. “You want another round?” Libby shook her head, backing away frantically. Kellin nodded with a grin. “That’s right, bitch.”

Jacey blinked, even as her hips began jerking again. “It’s not… it’s not… stopping,” she panted. Gallins, who had one arm supporting the bound and torment girl, nodded. 

“Police stimulators don’t turn off. They just cycle through high and low stimulation,” the young man explained.

Jacey whimpered, her knees and thighs pressing together. “It’s so… strong…” she whispered.

Kellin chuckled and pointed. “Come on, kid. Let’s get her back to the car and then take her in. At this rate, she’ll have five or six orgasms before we get to the jail.”

Jacey’s eyes widened. “Five… or six?” 

Kellin grinned. “Or we can take the detour. I know there’s some construction on Main Street. Maybe it will be eight or nine.”

Jacey burst into tears and Gallins and Kellin began escorting the trembling waif up the trail, back toward the parking lot.

Behind them, Libby followed hesitantly, clearly not wanting to attract Kellin’s attention again. But as the police stimulator strapped to Jacey’s loins began ramping up again, and the poor girl being arrested began groaning from the triple stimulation of vibration, rotation, and thrusting, Libby came close.

“Jacey, I’ll let your mom know what happened. Okay? I’ll tell her everything!” Libby said, glancing worriedly at Kellin. 

“You do that,” Kellin grunted. The two officers practically had to drag Jacey to the car and just as Gallins opened the back door, Jacey cried out again as fluids dripped down to the concrete between her legs.