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Brutus didn't know why so many people were intent on calling it the apocalypse. There was still law, and there were still consequences for crime. In his precinct, there was no chaos- only law.

The german shepherd was a law enforcement model bioroid, and he was built for the job. At 6'6” and a genetic inclination to easily build muscle mass and efficient cardio, he was a model specimen, a poster child for the geniuses at Lifehax Incorporated. In his blue police uniform and black jackboots, even those bigoted against the bioroids showed him the respect he deserved.

He looked at the newest arrest through the glass. He was a lizard build, made for 'finesse' jobs. They caught him trying to mess with one of the security cameras on the perimeter, and so far he had not been forthcoming with the nicer, human police officers. Now it was his turn.

He opened the door, and nodded at the police officer. He nodded back, got up and left. Brutus walked over to the lizard and looked down. The lizard looked up and gulped.

Brutus had to admire the way lifehax had a complete disregard for law, natural or otherwise- first, they make a person whose job is practically to commit crimes. Then, they give the lizardman sweat glands that ooze fear when he knows he fucked up. What a sick sense of humor! He loved them for it.

“So you're one of those lacertus models, huh? Takes some fine fingers to do the work you guys do,” Brutus said, picking up a pencil.

“We're made for delicate assignments,” the lizard said. Despite his fear, his posture remained solid, and his voice unwavering. Brutus knew he was afraid, but he admired the discipline.

“Delicate, you say... Like a pencil tip?” Brutus asked.

The lizard didn't bother looking as brutus ground the pencil into splinters in his hand. He knew the threat for what it was- if he didn't confess, Brutus would grind all of his fingers into a meaty paste.

“Like a pencil tip,” the lizard said. He didn't let the dread creep into his voice.

“Well I imagine you don't want anything to happen that would make you unable to do your job,” Brutus said. “But here you are, not telling us why your delicate fingers were in our delicate cameras.”

“I can not tell you why,” he said. “All I am allowed to tell you is my bioroid registration number. These are the instructions I have been given by my legal owner.”

The picture became clear for Brutus- the lizard wanted to confess, possibly out of fear of bodily harm, but he had been instructed not to. If he did, then his owner would have the right to have him destroyed. He knew full well that if he didn't admit it, the same thing could happen- but he followed his orders.

“You do know that if your owner orders you to commit illegal activities that you are obliged to report those orders, don't you?” Brutus asked.

“I do. However, the cameras are public property and are covered under article four, section fifty nine. As such, because I was not ordered to do anything which required altering the cameras, it was not illegal,” the lizard said.

“Those cameras?” Brutus said, gesturing out to the street corner. “Those aren't covered by any law on the books regarding civilian observation; these cameras fall under article three, police department equipment. Any unauthorized tampering is a felony, punishable with up to five years in prison and a 100,000 dollar fine.”

For the first time that meeting, the lizard showed confusion.

“They're not public property?” he asked.

“Not even a little. Hell, those things are damn near military grade,” Brutus said. “They got technology not available to the public. That clarify your situation for you?”

The lizard pondered this for a moment, then nodded. “Yes, it does. My owner's name is Alex Rodiger, and he was having me connect devices intended to redirect the signal of the cameras to his own viewing stations. He is trying to see what the police see, but he refuses to tell me why. I think it is for illegal purposes.”

“You thought it was for illegal purposes, but you didn't report that?” Brutus said, teeth barred.

“Unfortunately, the imagination of a bioroid is not yet considered evidence in court,” he replied. “Since I didn't know it was illegal, and since he ordered me not to talk about it, I was not allowed to voice my suspicion.”

Brutus shook his head. “Damn. Where's he live?”

“Third street, two-oh-three-seven,” he said. “Is our business here concluded?”

“For now, sure, but I want you to stick around,” Brutus said, “If your owner lies about anything-”

The rest of the conversation was cut short by a loud, annoying, and absolutely irritated female screaming.

“Brutuuus!” the blonde lawyer shouted. “What the hell did I tell you about threatening suspects!”

Brutus rolled his eyes. This bitch. When the shit went down, Macy was in the police station doing god knows what. He wished she was outside, instead- then maybe she would have been killed and he wouldn't have to deal with her bullshit. Though she was pleasant enough to look at, she had just gotten out of college not long ago, and her mouth and inexperience made her intolerable.

“You still hanging around here?” Brutus said. “Why don't you go tell the gangs downtown how they're violating curfew?”

“Because they're not agents of the law!” she said. “Why you don't get that is beyond me- did you even read him his rights?!”

“He's a bioroid owned by a citizen; he doesn't get any rights read to him,” Brutus said, digging his fingers into the bridge of his nose.

“Do you think that will hold up in court?” she said, glowering at him.

“Whichever answer gets you to go away,” he said. “Hey lizard, go hang out in the lobby.”

The lizard nodded and left, and Macy lost it.

“Lizard? Lizard?! You racist insensitive prick! I'll have your badge revoked and your liscence reclassed! You're not an agent of the law, you're just a jack-booted thug grown in a tank! You wouldn't know the first thing about the law if you-”

With nobody else in the room and the blinds drawn, he grabbed her by the back of the head and slammed her face onto the table, careful to land her head on her cheek instead of her nose. He double checked that the door was shut so the soundproofing could do its job, then bent over low while she struggled to get out from under his massive hands.

His other hand reached between her legs and up her skirt, and she froze.

“Got your attention? Good,” he said. “I want you to tell me what good you are here, eating our food, wasting our time and breathing our air,” he said.

“You piece of shit-” she said, “Get your hands off of me right now, or I'll have you put down!”

She struggled, but he was much larger than her. He let her try a few minutes more until she gave up.

“No answer?” he asked.

“I'm the only thing keeping this police station following the law!” she said, aware that his other hand never moved away from her legs. “When this is all over, my report is going to decide whether or not this police station stays!”

“That's only if you're around when it's over,” Brutus said. “or if you're not a criminal yourself.”

“Wh- what? That's insane!” Macy said. “I'm not a criminal!”

“Who's the court going to believe- an entire police station, or a single lawyer in an orange jumpsuit who let a murderer go because of the inability of the police station to conduct a proper trial?”

“But- I didn't do that! Let me go, please!” she begged.

Instead of letting go, he started rubbing her through her panties.

“You didn't do that, no, but you've done a lot of other things,” he said. “You harass my police, you notify the murderers every time we bring them in that they have a right to a lawyer- which is always you- and then you always point out that we can't give them a trial at the moment, because their peers can't be contacted in this state of society. Then you say we should focus on keeping people safe instead of arresting people. Do you even know how we keep people safe?” he asked.

“Your presence is enough,” she said, “you don't even have to do anything! You don't understand the psychology behind the concept of law enforce-”

He cut her off with a finger up her anus, making her clench instantly.

“You're worthless,” he told her. “There is no law here, not anymore. That means you don't have a job.”

“You're a monster,” she told him through a grimace.

“Geez, what is this, a seventies film?” he asked, wrigging his finger in her sphincter. “I'm just telling you how it is.”

“Rape! Help, I'm being raped!” she screamed.

Brutus was surprised when the door did open- standing in it was police chief Mariah, a female brunette who was as sick of the lawyer's shit as anyone else was. She raised an eyebrow at Brutus. For a moment, he started to let off...

Then Mariah went to the other side, grabbed the handcuffs, and connected Macy's wrists to the table leg on the other side.

“No... no no no no no... this isn't happening...” Macy told herself.

Mariah left the door open, striding in and looking at her.

then took her pants and panties off. She sat on the table in front of Macy, then grabbed the back of her blonde head and forced her mouth into her pussy. Mariah's head rolled back in pleasure as she ground against the lawyer's face, forcing the younger woman to eat her out.

She looked back down at Brutus. He was watching her, tail wagging and face curious.

“Well?” Mariah asked, “What are you waiting for? Stick it in!”

“Yes ma'am,” Brutus said. He bent over and licked Macy's ear, then said, “I'd never turn down a direct order. That'd be against the law.”

Tears rolled down Macy's face, mixed with more and more of Mariah's juices. Brutus rolled her skirt up, letting his dick bob between her legs, leaking on her inner thigh. She squirmed, but she couldn't escape. One last time, she begged them to stop, but Mariah just shoved her face in deeper.

“Ooh, there you go, use that tongue!” she said, turning Macy's begging into stimulation for herself.

Brutus ripped the panties off of her, making the blonde lawyer jump- her round ass completely exposed, she was powerless to stop him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back, letting her pussy glide along his dick. She tried to figure out how large it was, but couldn't think through trying to catch her breath. She could feel him sliding back, slowly, letting her feel every bump and ridge of his dick as he slid it through her lips. And then...

She clenched her eyes and everything else as tight shut as she could.

Brutus shoved his dick up her pussy, forcing every inch of his dogmeat into her snatch. She screamed, and Mariah flinched.

“Oh, you want to scream?” Mariah asked. “We can use that. Shove her back up here, Brutus!”

“Yes ma'am!” he said, drooling on Macy's back.

He slammed forward, shoving her face back into Mariah's muff. Her scream was muffled, and Mariah's shoulders drooped as she squeezed her thighs around Macy's head. Brutus inched back, letting her insides feel him in detail. Then, just before the tip could exit, he slammed into her again. She slid forward on her breasts, her face smashing Mariah's vagina.

“God damn, Brutus!” Mariah shouted, “If you wanted to fuck me, you could have just used a normal condom- didn't have to stick a prisoner on your dick!”

“Oh yeah?” He said smiling, “I'll have to remember that the next time I need to nut. Got any preferences?”

“Ah- AH- Yeah, get- ooh- get ribbed ones- that's the spot, use your chin- ooh-”

Brutus reached up and grabbed Mariah's ankles, then pulled her feet toward him.

“Hey, what are you-”

Her voice was cut off in a pleasure soaked gasp as he pulled her toward him and shoved forward, thrusting Macy into her with every muscle in his body. He pulled back, then thrust again. Mariah leaned back on the table, adjusting to the more submissive position. He rewarded her with a harder thrust, turning Macy into a functional human battering ram.

“Oooh... If I didn't know any better,” she said between gasps, “I'd say you've wanted to fuck me for a long time. How long- ooh- how long have you wanted at me?”

“Well, I wanted to fuck you a while back, but then this bitch showed up,” Brutus said, pointing at Macy. “She kept on going about the illegality of fraternization and misuse of government equipment- apparently, me using my dick is abuse of equipment.”

“Aw, that's a shame!” Mariah said, grabbing hold of Macy's pony tail. “But you're a big boy- surely you're not going to let this college bitch come between us, are you?”

Macy tried to cry out in denial that she was not their bitch, but it just came out as muffled moans.

“Well, I have no problem with her coming between us,” Brutus said, winking. “I mean, if she's getting off on it, I'm fine with that. But I plan on making you come, and I plan on coming at least once.”

Mariah chuckled at his pun, then laid completely back on the table, letting her head hang off of it. Each of Brutus's humps rode into her, making her breasts jiggle. Watching them turned him on more, and he pulled her down onto Macy with a new fury. Mariah screamed as Macy's face crushed into her, her tongue and lips spreading her apart inside and the bridge of her nose squeezing her clitoris. Macy's eyes rolled up into the back of her head as Brutus began shoving harder and harder into her, grinding his dick against her cervix.

“Oh gods yes!” Mariah shouted.

With her head hanging off and Brutus facing the wrong way, nobody noticed the audience they were building. In the viewing room, more and more officers gathered to watch. At first, newcomers were horrified. When they realized it was Macy in the middle, though, they all quickly came to like what they were seeing- the lawyer had traumatized them all, making them fear for their job security for too long. Seeing her being used as a sex toy raised their morale- and something else.

In the interrogation room, Brutus was shoving harder and faster. His knot formed, and his thrusts were getting shorter and shorter. Mariah recognized what was happening from the intensity of the thrusts, and pulled her head up to look at him. She saw the other officers, but ignored them- this moment belonged to Brutus.

“Harder!” she half screamed, half moaned. He shoved his hips forward as hard as he could, and his knot shoved itself between Macy's lips. Her eyes went wide and her mouth quit working. It spread her wider than she had ever been before, then slipped inside. Further along his dick, at the tip, another barrier gave way. He shoved her cervix out the way, opening her womb. It was an eternity of pain in a single moment, heralding more pain to come in the next nine months.

For the other two, though, there was no pain nor reprieve. There was only hot, juicy, squeezing flesh. He fucked Macy so hard that Mariah's breasts rolled like waves in the ocean. Mariah's face went slack and she drooled as she finally started cumming. Her pussy walls clenched on Macy's face, milking a dick that wasn't there. Macy's pussy walls also clamped, but unfortunately for her, the dick was very much there and wanting her to milk him. She lost all ability to think as her mind went white and her walls clamped down, then slumped.

With her walls clamping down on him and her will finally broken, he shoved forward as hard as he could and screamed. His semen blasted out of his dick, punching her womb like a pressure washer. Macy just laid there and quivered, letting the police dog fill her with his seed.

Mariah lied there for a moment too, letting the pleasure wash through her body. Then, when she felt she could walk, she sat up, smiled at Brutus, winked at the other officers, then started collecting her clothes. Brutus was too exhausted to notice her wink, but he could hear the officers cheering behind him. He smiled, but was stuck where he was- the knot would go down, but he didn't feel like pulling it out quite yet.

Mariah walked over to him, still naked, and shoved her hand into her crotch. She pulled it out and offered it to Brutus. He reached down and licked every finger clean, tickling the webbing between her fingers. She pinched his butt, making his dick inflate a bit, then walked into the viewing room.

“Chief,” one of the police officers said, “what the hell was that all about?”

“Well boys,” she said, putting her panties back on, “as you all know, we won't likely get any backup for a while.” She waited while they nodded and expressed general consent. “As such, we can't follow the rules- it's just impossible. If we want to give people trials by jury, we can't give them a speedy trial. If we give them a speedy trial, there's no time to go round up a jury. Finally, we don't have the resources to either gather up a jury or keep someone for a long time in the jailhouse, either- not all of them.”

“Uh, what's that got to do with you and Brutus fuckin' the lawyer?” another officer asked.

“What I mean is, we have to get creative now. You all know Macy and what a pain she is. Well, today she fucked up, and we weren't able to have a trial for her. So we improvised. That's what we're going to have to do from here on out- punishments are going to be improvised. It's the only way we'll be able to control crime here. We can't put people in jail and we can't fine their paycheck, so we have to find other ways to keep people in line.”

Some of the police officers blushed as they realized the implications of what they were allowed to do. Some of them just smiled.

“Macy's punishment is pretty simple- she kept threatening to fuck over the police department. So now, the police department gets to fuck her over.”

One officer raised his hand, trembling, and she called on him.

“Does this mean we can rape people as a punishment?” he asked.

“Good question. You may, but only if you deem it necessary,” she said. “This bitch doesn't have STD's. I've seen all of your medical records- none of you do, either. Those law breakers in town? You bet some of them do. Don't go sticking your baton into everything that breaks that law. Another thing- when you're done with the community bitch, clean it up,” she said. “If I go in there to use it and I find your DNA all over its face, I swear to god I'll run it through the CIS department, find out who did it, and make them lick their mess up, clear?”

They all nodded, each of them eager to try out the new community toy.

“Glad we're clear on that. And remember,” she said, finally finished dressing, “It's our job to protect and serve. Now get back to your posts and have a good day.”