2 Policemen, a Mother and her 7-year-old, Pt. 1

“GET OOOFFF HEEEEEERRR! GET OFF HER, YOU FILTHY PIGS!”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU STUPID BITCH!” the officer barked my way. I was handcuffed to my steering wheel as two burley police officers stripped my daughter naked in the back seat.

Olivia cried, screamed and moaned, in absolute terror as I was. What started out as a routine breathalyser test had turned into the LAPD being degrading, despicable assholes! This was my seven year old daughter they were abusing, for God sake! Olivia was held down on knees, parallel to the backrest. The black officer directly behind me on the left side, pinning Olivia’s legs down with one hand and squeezing her backside with his other.

“Mmm. I’ma enjoy this,” he smiled. What a fucking sicko.
“Get… off… her…” I began calmly. “You useless… disgusting…. pieces of SHIIIIIT!” Right when I blew up, I was thudded backward, hitting the steering wheel. The white ‘pig’ had slapped me.
“Shut up!” he ordered. I slowly recovered and watched back in hopelessness, tugging at my handcuffs as I had been all along, hoping – praying – to get free. It was utter chaos in this car. The two sons-of-bitches were chuckling and groaning as they felt up my little girl, Olivia still wailing. But that was short-lived. The white copper grabbed my baby by the jaw, forced her mouth open and jammed his baton in there.

“You fucking son-of-a-bitch,” I muttered. “Grow up and look at people your own age – not little girls, you SICK FUCKS!”
“If you don’t stop your goddamn shouting, I’m gonna put a bullet in your head.”
I fell dead quiet as the threat floored me. “Don’t think the jury wouldn’t believe we were just doing our job, either.” These bastards were the lowest of the low. They were beyond corrupt.
“So you guys just rape and kill whoever you like?” I replied with what little strength I could get together, trying not to be intimidated.

“It’s not rape if your little princess enjoys it,” the black officer said with a big dumb-ass green on his face. “But yes.” His face quickly changed to that of a madman. “Out in these roads, we can do whatever we want.” I felt like vomiting. No person should have to experience this. He stared me down for quite some time as a tear streamed down my cheek.
“Please… please don’t hurt her,” I whimpered, pleading.

“Relax, bitch. What did we say. Huh? Your little doll here; she’s gonna love this,” the white prick kept his eyes fixed on my daughter as he spoke. “Now Olivia, I’m going to take this out and put something else in, okay,” he tapped on his baton, still stuffed in her tiny mouth. I dry-reached a little at the thought of what was coming. Sure enough, he unzipped his fly and his dick sprung out, hardened. “Don’t buy on this, you hear me? No biting,” he looked Olivia in her tear-filled eyes, drawing his baton out and gently guiding his cock in.

I winced and had to look away. I wept openly now, unable to hold back how angry and terrified I was. I wanted to say something. Something that could degrade them, or by some miracle, make them feel human emotions and sympathy as they so clearly didn’t. I wanted to scream, or shout, or something. But that threat hung over my head. Cold-blooded murder. Surely they couldn’t just do that and get away with it so simply. My thoughts were the gun was used as a scare tactic for me to keep my mouth shut. But dare I test that theory?

“Now, Olivia, Officer Denney’s going to put something in your private area, okay?” the white bastard spoke to my Olivia again.