Chapter 149: Public Onahole (4)
Chapter 149: Public Onahole (4)
“Haah, haaa….”
I panted heavily, my tongue lolling out of my mouth like a dog’s. It was because five or six police officers had already visited the holding cell where I was confined. They used me to satisfy their sexual urges, taking advantage of the fact that I was trapped—my wrists cuffed and my leash tied securely to the iron bars.
‘This is quite the holding cell, isn’t it?’
Normally, a holding cell serves a single purpose: detaining criminals. In my case, however, it was performing several roles at once. Since it held me captive, it was definitely a jail; since it was where I performed my sexual duties, it was also my office.
But for the men—the police officers who used this meat toilet—the story was different. To them, I was a newly installed piece of public equipment. Therefore, this wasn't a holding cell; it was a restroom.
‘More accurately, a semen urinal.’
In other words, this cell was currently doubling as both an office and a semen urinal. I served there without rest, receiving one user after another. It was a relief that I was at least allowed to use condoms. If I had been injected with the semen of so many different men in a row, I might have actually ended up pregnant.
Of course, they hadn't agreed to wear condoms out of concern for my potential pregnancy. It was simply because the next man in line didn't want to thrust into a messy creampie pussy filled with the previous guy's cum. It was the same for my pussy and my anal.
‘If you use the restroom analogy, it’s like basic manners to flush after you’re done.’
It was my own thought, but I felt it was a perfect comparison. Regardless, as the user who had requested a blowjob service left, I felt myself getting worked up again, conscious of the semen I hadn't managed to swallow dripping onto my chest.
If my hands were free, I would have grabbed a tissue and wiped it off, but that was impossible while handcuffed. I could only feel the warmth of the semen on my face and body, and the sensation of it slowly drying and tightening against my skin. My sense of smell was already saturated with the briny stench of cum that filled the air around me.
Clang—
Another man approached. The man who entered, opening the iron door with the shared key to the holding cell, looked quite young. He was likely older than me, but he seemed to be the youngest in the entire station.
However, the age of my guest… no, user—since this wasn't exactly a paid service, "user" felt more appropriate than "guest"—didn't really matter to me. I had to predict and prepare for what he would want: pussy service, anal service, blowjob service, or paizuri service.
With a small hope that he might be the tidy type and wipe away the cooling semen on my skin before using me, I blinked my eyes.
“You fucking bitch.”
“I-I’m sorry… Kh-ugh…♡”
Even when he burst in and hurled profanities at me, I had to immediately bow my head and apologize. I knew everyone was furious that I had deceived them by pretending to be a male police officer. In the process of trying to bow quickly, I choked on my leash, letting out a pathetic sound. I was the textbook definition of a brainless, slutty female.
“Ha, fuck… I was so happy thinking I was finally done being the rookie, and then a total whore like you dares to trick me?”
“Ugh… Hng…♡”
It seemed this man was indeed the youngest patrol officer in the station. Seeing a new face appear, he must have been thrilled at the prospect of no longer being the bottom of the totem pole, even if he hadn't gone out of his way to talk to me.
But his expectations had been betrayed. The person he thought was a new rookie patrol officer turned out to be a girl, not a guy. Instead of helping with the workload, she was a female cop whose sole duty was to serve as a meat toilet for sexual relief.
In fact, because the other officers were using my body during work hours, the rookie’s workload might have actually increased. I could understand why he was using me as an emotional trash can for his anger. More than just understanding, I empathized with his feelings.
“I understand… I really do…♡ That anger… please, just dump it all into my pussy and feel better, Senior…♡”
“Ugh… damn it… You’re a worthless bitch who only knows how to make a dick hard…!”
The rookie patrol officer, spitting out crude insults fueled half by anger and half by sorrow, was a turn-on. There’s a similar context between being an emotional trash can and a meat toilet. A meat toilet doesn't have to just take semen; it can also be a pussy used to vent all sorts of emotions, like rage and grief.
“Ahhn…♡”
Watching his reaction, I carefully tore open a condom with my teeth and held it in my mouth, then used both hands to pull down the rookie’s pants. We exchanged a look—mine slightly shy yet desperately longing—and a silent permission was granted.
Everything after that followed the established routine. I gripped his thick legs, toned from police work and the gym, and rolled the condom on with my mouth. The rookie then shoved me back, grabbed my legs, forced them apart, and rammed his cock into my pussy. It wasn't exceptionally large, but the sheer sincerity and emotion behind his thrusts immediately broke my composure.
“Oh… ohh, ooooh…! I hope my pussy… haah… can be of some help… ohh♡”
“You’re useless for anything except your pussy…! When I think about how more trashy criminals will probably break the law just to get into this station because of you… it’s disgusting…!”
“I’m s-sorry, kh-ugh♡! I’m just a perverted bitch who walks around outside with my tits bouncing and my ass shaking… ahhn♡… raising the sex crime rate…! I’m a masochist bitch who increases the crime rate instead of lowering it…!!”
“Yeah… at least you know… If you know that, ugh…! Then stay locked in here for the rest of your life and focus on nothing but serving us…!!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the rookie patrol officer crashed his lips onto mine. There was no time to ask if he was okay with kissing a mouth-pussy that had just been sucking cock and swallowing semen. He had seen it all, so he clearly knew, but it seemed he just couldn't hold back the urge to kiss me.
‘His cock isn’t usually big enough to reach my cervix… but like this, my womb is dropping down…♡’
As he conveyed his emotions not just through his cock but through his tongue darting between our mouths, my body responded by lowering my womb. It wasn't something I intended; my body was doing it on its own.
Even though his cock was a size that normally wouldn't hit the cervix, my merciful female body made sure he could kiss my womb with his glans, just like the guys with giant cocks. A body that intentionally lowers the womb to make a man feel confident that he has completely dominated this toilet, this vulgar female body.
‘Truly, a meat toilet optimized for boosting a man’s self-esteem….’
The rookie patrol officer hadn't even thrust that many times before he let out a spurt of semen. Of course, the barrier of the condom prevented a true creampie, but since what he really wanted to vomit into me was his emotions rather than just cum, his expression was incredibly bright.
“……You’re, uh, pretty usable.”
“Hehe, did you enjoy it?”
“Your pussy… it’s better than my girlfriend’s. It sucks me in like a succubus….”
“Oh, don't say that. How could you compare a meat toilet like me to your girlfriend? I’m just grateful if you remember me as a pussy that’s good to use whenever you’re suddenly horny.”
My face had briefly contorted from the pleasure when he pulled his cock out, but whenever our eyes met, I maintained a soft, gentle smile. While I took the condom pouch, now heavy with semen, and tied it to his belt, the rookie patrol officer took a few tissues from somewhere and started wiping my body.
“O-Oh… thank you….”
“I’m just cleaning up because the other seniors have to use you.”
“Hehe.”
While the rookie carefully wiped the semen off my face, chest, and the various spots where it had splattered—treating me like he was cleaning an actual toilet—I looked past his shoulder at the line still stretching out in front of the cell. At the very front was a middle-aged man with a quite sturdy build.
He looked to be at least in his fifties. Seeing him, the first person I thought of was the Association Chairman. He was like a second father to me. But perhaps because he worked so hard as a hero in his youth, now that he was older, he had become a typical middle-aged man with a belly and a weakness for women.
However, the man standing outside the cell was the complete opposite. Despite looking over fifty, he had a well-maintained, muscular body, and he seemed somewhat ashamed to be standing in line in front of this holding cell—or rather, this semen urinal. Since he had such a different aura from other men his age, I couldn't help but be curious.
‘It’s against the rules for a meat toilet to be too curious about the users….’
As I was debating whether to ask the rookie, he actually spoke first. He had looked back while wiping me and turned back with a surprised expression. Then, without me even asking, he started spilling the details.
“Holy shit, even the Chief is here.”
“The Police Chief?”
“Yeah, I didn't expect him to show up. The Chief is the one who got rid of all the female officers in our station.”
“He got rid of them? Why…?”
I tilted my head. It was indeed strange that there wasn't a single female officer in the station. It couldn't be a coincidence; I figured someone higher up had taken action, but I didn't realize it was the Police Chief’s doing.
However, I didn't know if he had removed them before or after this station became a Common Sense Alteration Zone. If it was after, he might have done it to protect innocent women from the hypnotist’s power, despite facing opposition.
“It’s been a while. Since before I even got here. He actively rejected female officers, saying they lacked the physical strength and ability to catch criminals compared to male officers.”
“Eeeeh…?”
“But what I don't get is, even if female officers came here, they wouldn't be doing that kind of work anyway—they’d be used as toilets just like you. I don't know why he did it. I saw him the other day, and even the Chief himself seemed confused about it.”
I didn't understand at first either, but after thinking about it, it made sense. The Police Chief had avoided female officers before the station became a Common Sense Alteration Zone, citing their lack of ability.
But now that the station had changed and a female officer’s "duty" was sexual relief, he was likely experiencing a conflict. He couldn't understand why his past self had rejected them for being "incapable of catching criminals" when that wasn't even their job anymore. The fact that he was even aware of this discrepancy meant he had a remarkably high resistance to hypnosis for a civilian.
‘Does that mean… he’s going to use my body to decide which side is right…?’
Whether the old common sense—that female officers perform the same duties as male officers—was correct. Or whether this altered common sense—where they are treated as the "Public Onahole," a meat toilet used for sexual relief in a holding cell—was the truth.
I was about to be used as the reference material for that judgment.
‘My body is shivering…♡’
Because, as long as he uses my body as a toilet… it’s obvious the Police Chief will decide that the altered common sense is the right one.
The moment he enjoys this vulgar, lewd female body that only knows how to flatter men with its pussy, he’ll start looking at his past self—the one who thought female officers could perform the same duties as men—as a total fool.
‘I’m not even a real female officer, I shouldn't be reinforcing such wrong common sense…!’
Without even intending to, my innate lewdness was going to help the hypnotist’s evil deeds…♡
“Hey, I just finished wiping you. Why are you making a mess again?”
“Hehe, heh…♡ I’m s-sorry…♡”
Just imagining it made my pussy soak through, and a generous amount of slutty juices leaked from between my thighs.
