[Reader's Note: this story line is a sequel to PRECTINCT TWENTY-THREE (1st series) in Nifty.org Jan-2007 gay/authoritarian section, and its spin-off sister story THE HOLE in the Nov-2008 section of the same category. Please read those two stories in their entirety, starting with Precinct-23 first in order to get the full understanding of the characters. --DOGG]
THE PRECINCT II -pt-27 Title: SPIRAL
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NORTH PHILLY
23 year old police officer Jake Valentine rode shotgun with his 30 year old partner Rodney Ellis, cruising slowly through the streets of North Philly, making sure that all was right in the world.
Jake hadn't had much to say to his partner after the current turn of events which happened between them (chap-22, pts-2 & 3 and chap-23, pt-1). Indeed he didn't know HOW to feel about it. Sure he was angry that Ellis seemed so nonchalant about taking total control and advantage of his vulnerability by tying him up helplessly against his will and leaving him to rot in bed for 8 straight hours straight with a runaway dildo ramming in and out of his ass (Jake's hole still hadn't fully recovered from that assault), yet he also couldn't deny the overwhelming pleasure he got from being physically abused by another man. Was there something sick and twisted about him that told men he was a victim? That he would be easy prey so that men like Ellis, Bruce Gardener, and Maleece could disrespect and rob him of his masculinity? Was he destined to continuously be assaulted and treated as sexually inferior?
Jake's cock began to harden in his pants at the memory of Ellis sticking his entire fist in his ass. Ellis saw Jake reach down and adjust his bent and aching erection, trying to make it look casual. Ellis saw the sleight of hand and smiled to himself knowing that Jake was getting horny. He had him right where he wanted him. After driving around for hours (stopping motorists for moving violations and assisting with a minor fender bender), Ellis turned down into a back alley usually used for business deliveries. Jake looked around curiously as they slowly drove up the driveway. "What are we doing back here...?" he asked as Ellis pulled to a stop then got out of the car.
"I gotta take a leak!" answered Ellis, slamming the door. Jake watched his partner strut around and crossed the front of the squad car, looking ever manly and commanding as he walked with the swagger of confidence of a man in uniform. He thought Ellis was going to pull his dick out and take a leak right there in the alley, but was surprised when he suddenly disappeared behind a stone wall instead.
Jake sat in the cruiser waiting for his partner, his mind on a million different things at once. He couldn't help wondering how his life would have panned out had he gone to a different Precinct after graduating Police Academy and gone ahead and married Kelley? (his ex-girlfriend [first series]). Surely he would never have met Bruce Gardner, nor Maleece, nor would he have had his current addictions to drugs and black cock. Indeed coming to Precinct-23 had completely altered his life, and not necessarily for the better.
Jake found himself in deep thought when he suddenly noticed two African Americans step out into the alley from behind the wall where Ellis had disappeared just moments ago. They both stopped in front of the cruiser and began to talk to one another, staring in through the cruiser's windshield at Jake. Jake wondered what their problem was as he unbuckled his seatbelt. Had they done something to his partner? After a few minutes of uneasiness, Jake got out of the cruiser to search for his partner. "Get away from the car...!" he ordered as the two men looked at him, then went back to their conversation as if they didn't speak english. Jake closed the car door and pulled his control-stick from his belt. "Hey...! I said move it! Both of you!" he repeated with more authority.
"Yo..., FUK YOU cop!" yelled the older of the two men angrily. Jake felt a chill up his spine as he began to wonder what happened to Ellis? Had these two punks done something to him while he was pissing? What was taking him so long? "How YOU gonna come down here to where WE LIVE and tell US where we can talk...? This's MY hood, bitch..., yur white azz don't run shyt down here!"
Jake could easily see the anger in the black man's eyes as he spoke. He wasn't sure if he had something against him personally (being a white man in a predominantly black residence) or against the police in general? Either way they were at a crossroads. Jake knew this scenario could go one of two ways; with the black men giving up and walking away, or with them going to jail! Jake realized it was the latter when the older of the two men suddenly bolted towards him, his fists poised for a fight.
Jake raised his bully-club high overhead just as the man tackled him, pushing him back against a brick wall. Jake's breath was knocked from his lungs on impact as the man proceeded to punch him in the gut. The younger man jumped in, causing Jake to lose the night-stick. Before he could react, he felt a tugging at his gun. Jake fought valiantly to keep his weapon, but felt it suddenly ripped from its hoister.
"Freeze asshole!" yelled the younger man, pointing the gun at Jake with trembling hands.
Jake froze where he stood, slowly rising his hands for fear of being shot.
"Gud work, yunboi...!" said the older man, backing away from Jake as he panted breathlessly from the struggle. "How's it feel, cop...? Bein' on da oth'a end ov a gun...?!"
"Let's..., all just calm down now..." said Jake nervously, trying to use reverse psychology on his attackers.
"We calm, bitch...!" said the older man, still hyped. "It's YUR ass dat needs to be nervous!"
"I don't want no trouble..." said Jake, trying to make the best of an ugly situation.
"Then ya shuda thoughta dat shyt b'fo ya came down here talk'n smack, white boi!"
"I'm willing to look the other way and pretend like none of this has happened..., --IF you give me back my weapon and walk away...!" reasoned Jake, knowing no officer should surrender his weapon.
"Really now...?" asked the older man, mockingly. "You still try'na run things here when WE got yur gun...? When WE'RE holdin' da uppahand...?!"
"I'm a police officer..." reminded Jake. "...if ANYTHING happens to me, the entire police force will be on you in a heartbeat! You'd both spent the rest of your lives in jail...!"
"You think jail scares us, cop...?!" laughed the older man, getting up close in Jake's face. "Prison ain't shyt! I been there plenty ov times, and ATE bitches like YOU for breakfast!"
"What about your friend...?" asked Jake, noting the frightened look in the younger teen's eyes. "How will HE fair in prison...?"
"You don worry bout HIM, bitch! You bess worry bout yur dam self!" yelled the older man, grabbing a fistful of Jake's dark hair. Jake groaned in pain as the man forced him down to his knees at crotch level. "I'm gonna SHOW YOU what we used to do to white boiz like you in jail...!" he added, using his free hand to unzip his pants while holding Jake's head tight in the other.
Jake's eyes widened with fear as he watched the black man struggling to free his dick. He reached into his pants and pulled out his long soft flaccid penis, causing it to hang limply over his fly, then he held Jake's head with both hands, and pulled his face into his crotch. "We used to catch a white boi when he waz new..., juss b'fo da oth'a white boiz got to skool em on prison life...! Then we'd corner em sumwhere and make em suk our diks! Six or seven ov us takin' turns in his mouth, makin' him taste our nigga meat!" With Jake's face pressed tightly in the man's groin, he could smell the rancid odor coming from his unwashed crotch as the scent of stale piss and sweaty balls attacked his nostrils like warfare.
"Yeh bitch, smeel dat dik! Git yur face all up inner! Yur gonna have dat scent on you all day!" snarled the man, holding Jake's head like a basketball in his crotch, leaving Jake barely able to breathe. Jake gulped down a lungful of much needed air when the man gripped by his hair, then yanked his face back out of his crotch. But Jake's relief was short lived as the man picked up his flaccid cock, then stuffed it fully in Jake's gaping mouth.
"Suk dat dik, bitch! Take it ALL in yur mouth!" he ordered, pulling Jake's head back towards his smelly crotch and causing his cheeks to bulge out.
Jake's taste buds were assaulted by the taste of stale piss and cock cheese under the unwashed foreskin, making him want to vomit. The man moved Jake's head about in his lap, causing his dick to lengthen and grow between the officer's pursed lips. Jake could feel the dick starting to uncoil as it started to head down into the curve of his throat. Jake fought to pull back as his breathing passages were once again blocked, but the man held ground, keeping Jake's head prisoner.
"uuhhhkkk...!!" gagged Jake as the dick pressed into his closed throat. He didn't want to give the man pleasure, but knew if he didn't give in he could choke to death. Somewhere in his mind Jake made a conscious decision to live and started sucking, opening his throat muscles willingly (as he had been taught by every man who had taken control of his life), and allowed the hardening cock to pass easily into his throat.
"Awww fuk...!" gasped the man in surprise as Jake accepted his cock. "This pig's got skillz, man! This ain't da first dik he's suk'd!" he stated, grinding his pelvis into Jake's face as his dick lengthened to full mast in the confined of the officer's contracting throat.
Jake's face lay buried in the older man's crotch, his throat obscenely stretched to make room for the black man's massive shaft. Jake wasn't sure how long the black cock was, but he could feel it continuing to stretch down into his chest cavity as his eyes bulged and his face darkened crimson red.
"Shyt this bitch can throat sum dik!" said the older man, loving the way his dick felt down the white man's gullet. He held Jake's head captive for a few more seconds until Jake started to feel light headed from a lack of oxygen. Only when Jake stopped struggling did the man pull Jake's head back, extracting his long hard shaft (11 inches in length) to allow the officer room to breathe. Jake sucked down some much needed air through his nostrils as he looked up tearfully at his assailant. The man locked eyes with Jake before descending Jake's head back down into his crotch, making him swallow the full length once more. Jake felt the dick moving through his throat, passing deep down into the bend of his neck, causing his throat to balloon drastically.
"SHYT..." cursed the man, sinking his black dick all the way in up to his bloated balls. "...I cud fuk this throat all day! Where da fuk did you learn how to suk dik like this...?!" he question, pulling Jake's head back from his crotch. "You CAN'T be no straight cop!"
Jake said nothing in his defense as the long hard spit shinny shaft retracted from the depths of his throat, becoming visible once more before plunging back down into his chest. Jake kept his eyes locked upward on the man as he began to set up a steady pace, pulling and pushing Jake's head back and forth like a rag doll along the length of his shaft. Jake kept his eyes glued on him, even as they became glossy with lust. Jake merely held his mouth and throat open, allowing the man to fuck it as he saw fit.
The older man fucked Jake's mouth and face as if he owned it. He pummeled the young white officer's throat with absolute malice, trying to choke him intentionally for all the grief cops had caused him (and his kind) over the years. Jake had no doubt that he would be receiving a belly full of the man's cum (real soon) if he kept up that pace. He could feel thick gobs of spit and slobber drooling from the corners of his gaping mouth, oozing down the sides of his chin to drip onto his uniform. The man kept face fucking him deep, beating a path straight down him. Jake could feel the man's dick starting to thicken and throb with every stroke, his copious pre-cum coating Jake's esophagus and lubing his throat for something more. But just when Jake thought he was going to catch the black man's seed, did the man surprise him by suddenly yanking his spit polished and pulsating prick free from his sucking mouth. Jake couldn't help but feel disappointed as he watched the massive dick (all shinny from his labor) pulse with life on the brink of denied orgasm. It was all Jake could do to keep from leaning forward and re-taking the 11" monster back into his mouth to finish it off...
"DAM...! This bitch acts like he HUNGRY fo da cum...!" stated the older man, having pulled away just in the nick of time.
"Yo man..., I heard of this guy...!" said the 19 year old man, watching his buddy get blown. "That's that white cop that's been givin' his ass up to all the drug dealers in the hood...! The one Tempest Williams' been bangin' out!"
"Is dat true, bitch...? You been whorin' dat ass out to all the bruthas inna hood...?!" asked the older man, tauntingly.
Jake blushed as he bowed his head in shame. Was THAT the reputation he had earned around the neighborhood...? "Git up, bitch..., assume da position!" ordered the man, having always wanted to say that to a cop. When Jake didn't respond fast enough, he reached down and yanked him up to his feet by his hair, then slammed him facedown across the squad-car's hood. "Spread yur fuk'n legs!" he yelled, kicking Jake's legs apart.
"Whatever you're planning on doing to me is illegal...! I'm a police officer! This is a criminal offense...!" warned Jake, looking back over his shoulder.
"Shut da fuk up!" yelled the man, drunk with power. "You ain't got NO authority here, white boi!" he added, yanking Jake's pants down and exposing his pale white ass.
"Please don't do this...!" pleaded Jake, looking down the far end of the alley to see pedestrians walking by, going about their busy day. If any ONE of them turned down into the alley for a short cut, he would be caught red handed in full police uniform with his pants down around his ankles. Everyone at the Precinct would know he was in the alley getting fucked. He would be the laughing stock of the Precinct (again). "This isn't the time or place...!"
The older man poised his hardon directly up between Jake's pale white cheeks, then yanked the officer's head up off the hood...
"If ya say a fuk'n werd, or try ta scream fo help, or resist in ANYway..., I'm gonna shoot a fuk'n bullet rite inna back ov yur bitch skull! Ya got dat bitch?!"
"Yes, sir...!" answered Jake obediently, feeling the head kiss his asshole.
With that, the older black man rammed his hips forward, causing the head and several inches of his 11" shaft to disappear up the officer's unprepared backside. Jake rose up on his tippy-toes to escape the inevitable, but the man simply gripped him by the waist and pulled him back down on his erection, impaling him fully.
Jake bit his lower lip to stifle the scream he wanted to let loose. He saw stars in broad daylight as the black man pulled back with his hips, then buried the rest of his rod with the next plunge.
"Take dat fuk'n dik bitch, dat's wat yur pussie's fo! Open them wallz!" he snared, shoving more and more dick into the policeman's bowels. Jake moaned in complete agony as he ass was taken without permission. He could feel the dick digging ever deeper, pressing further and further up into his body with no real concern of his own pain. Soon he felt the black man's knotty pubic bush grinding against his ass cheeks, the course hairs scratching against the supple skin and signifying that the man had managed to sheath his entire 11" shaft inside him.
Jake could feel the man grounding his groin into him, churning his meat around in his gut before pulling back to start fucking. Jake felt his asshole being pulled outward along with the shaft from a lack of sufficient lubricant. Just when it felt like the dick might slip out, did it force its way (all the way) back in, burrowing ever deeper inside his bowels.
With the entire shaft buried, the older man gripped Jake by the waist and began fucking. Jake could feel the dick moving roughly through his clinching anus, fully aware of the fact that the dick made entry without any lubricant (other than spit). Jake grit his teeth and bared the discomfort, hoping that the man would cum soon and end his torture. Jake couldn't help but wonder whatever happened to his partner? Had these two men done something to him while he was pissing? Was Ellis lying somewhere hurt, unable to move while these guys raped him in a back alley?
Jake knew chances were against him that these guys would simply let him go after fucking him. If they had indeed done something to officer Ellis, then they would definitely have to get rid of him as well, as he could identify them. Jake looked over at the younger male who was still holding his gun. But instead of aiming it at Jake, he was now rubbing the front of his crotch, watching his buddy butt fuck the officer. Jake couldn't help noticing the teen's dick bulge, and wondered how big it was as it pressed out against his pants?
The ass fucker humped away at his ass as if he hadn't had pussy in months. He drove his dick straight through Jake's tender flower, looking to plant his seed in his fertile ground. He knew that he only had a few precious minutes to dump his load before someone would inevitably find them, breaking up their little tryst. He used his hands to pry Jake's ass cheeks apart, watching his dark colored dick disappear up the white officer's backdoor. He loved seeing the color contrast between their skin types as he drove his black sausage deeper with every plunge. Despite Jake's fears and uncertainties, he couldn't help getting an erection as the black man fucked him against his will. He could feel his own dick growing with every thrust the man made into him, causing his own swelling staff to bump painfully against the squad-car's fender. He fought the urge to reach down and stroke himself in public. The older man felt Jake's asshole starting to relax and moisten the more he fucked it and began to hammer harder into the white man's ass, slamming his pelvic bone into the officer's backside as he rammed his big dick home with every plunge. "Dam..." he muttered under his breath, marveling at the way the officer was taking his meat. "...this ass seems to be git'n wetter da more I fuk it! You got sum thug's nut up inner already...?"
Jake said nothing to confirm the rapist's suspicions. Indeed he did have some leftover sperm in his bowels from his morning session with Ellis. Ellis had taken his ass just before they rode into work, fucking him for a good 40 minutes before dumping a night's worth of baby makers into his manhole. Jake had carried that load around all day, feeling tiny droplets escape his ravaged bowel all morning. Now it was acting as lubricant for his rapist, making his anal track slipperier for his hard plunging phallus as it pounded through his innards with aching precision.
"Ya startin' to like this shyt, aint'cha cop...?" growled the man into Jake's ear as he continued to pound his ass. "I can feel dat pussie startin' to suk me off real gud! How many niggas you have nut in this hole today?"
"Just one...!" panted Jake, truthfully.
"Juss one...?" asked the man, skeptically. "In THIS hungry ass...?? I doubt dat!" he added, never missing a stroke as he continued to fuck nonstop. "You want MO cum in dat hole, don'cha bitch...?" he taunted, loving the helpless moans escaping Jake's throat. "You want me to breed dat faggot pussie wit this nigga load, don'cha?"
"Yes...! Oh YES!" moaned Jake helplessly, throwing his ass back into the man's groin.
Despite his reservations, he began stroking his 7" hardon frantically as the dick continued to punch through hm. He felt the black man starting to long dick him, pulling and pushing his lengthy rod well though his anal canal. Jake felt his body starting to tremble as his orgasm neared. His knees went wobbily as the cum suddenly shot out of his dick, splattering all over the side of the police cruiser. The black man felt his surprise orgasm as Jake's asshole started to spasm around his plunging shaft. He pounded Jake roughly, pushing him up against the cruiser as he pummeled his hole hard. Jake couldn't help groaning out loud as he was fucked relentlessly. He felt the black man stiffen behind him, then felt him explode inside him.
"Oh fuk, boi..., I'm cummin' in ya...! I'm cummin' in dat ass!" he grunted, flooding Jake's colon. Jake felt the long hard dick pulsating wildly inside him, belching 9 creamy spurts of thick rich cum straight into him. He could feel the black man gripping him tighter as he came, making sure Jake didn't escape until he finished filling him with his sperm. Jake didn't budge as he accepted the gift, his ass becoming sloppy from the overflow of cum. Only when the black man was certain that his orgasm was over did he finally relax his hold on Jake, then slowly pull his dying dick free. It fell limply from between Jake's pale cheeks, falling satisfied over the fly of his dirty pants.
"Yur turn, yunbuck...!" he called to his younger friend, who seemed more than eager for his turn in the saddle. "You ain't neva fuk'd a dude b'fo..., didja...?" he asked, curiously.
"Naw man...!" said the 19 year old, tucking Jake's gun into the waist of his pants as he moved into position behind the half naked officer.
"Shyt fuk'd me up first time I did it too..." said the older male, reminiscing as he tucked his dick into his pants as his younger friend freed his. Jake realized that this was his moment to strike, that any good well trained officer would turn the tables on his attackers while one was weak from orgasm and the other was unarmed. But Jake remained still, the desire to feel yet another African American's hard dick in his bowels more important than saving his own ass.
With the opportunity squandered, Jake felt the second man pressing his 8" hardon between his ass cheeks. It didn't take long before the new dick found his hole, then quickly buried itself inside with one plunge (thanks to the double load of cum packing Jake's bowels). Jake felt the 19 year old holding his hips hostage as he ground his pant pelvis into his ass, enjoying the warm depths of Jake's interior. "...fuk'd dis kat in jail durin' a gang bang after e'rybody else hadda turn...! His ass waz open wide as shyt, man..., ya cuda ran a mack truck throu dat shyt! My dik juss sank rite in..., strait up to the fuk'n ballz! I bussed my nut in like 2 minnutz! So I fuk'd em again rite after...! Shyt waz wild!"
Neither Jake nor the teenager responded as the boy began fucking, holding Jake's hips in place as he freely fucked into the bent over officer. Jake could feel his third cock of the day sliding through his bowels, causing excess cum to start dribbling down between his inner thighs from his flooded hole. The younger guy had never fucked a man before. At 19 years of age, his dick (up until now) had been on a strict diet of females. He knew a lot of guys that had been to jail (some of them even becoming career criminals) and had heard many inside stories of how they still managed to get off by finding some cell-block fag who was more than willing to cop their loads for them, or how they had to beat some poor straight guy into submission and force him to give up his assets or his life. The younger man always figured if he ever ended up in prison, he would probably consent to letting a cell fag suck his dick, but he never in a million years imagined that he'd be butt fucking one while still a free man. And a COP no less!
He held onto Jake, his round pale white buttock protruding backwards invitingly as the younger male plunged his 8" hardon straight through them. He liked watching his dark brown dick disappear up the officer's white ass, the conflicting contrast of colors heightening the homosexual taboo. In a flash he began fucking like a jackrabbit, hammering his hips into Jake with hard strokes. Jake wasn't sure if the kid was a virgin or just plain hard-up? He fucked Jake as if time was of the essence. He pounded the officer hard, leaving no room for doubt that his goal was to breed him quickly and get it over with. Jake could feel his own dick starting to re-fill with blood, getting hard again after just having orgasm. He couldn't believe his body's desire for dick was so strong.
"Shit man..., I'm getting' close...!" warned the teen, slamming his hips faster. Jake could feel the bang of his gun into his back with every thrust, the hard cold steel a constant reminder that this fucking was not consensual. Despite his obvious excitement, he was still being raped.
"Bang dat bitch, man! Breed his dumbass! Shoot dat shyt up in em!" encouraged the older man.
"I'm bout to...!" informed the younger guy, losing control as he gripped Jake tighter, then rammed his dick home. Jake felt the dick lodge in his bowels as he flexed his hole around the shaft, milking it even as the younger man tried in vain to hold off cumming.
He threw his head back, then screamed as the first of several spurts erupted from his aching balls as if being pulled from his body against his will "ARRRRHHHH...!!" he yelled aloud. Jake merely smiled to himself, knowing he had controlled the younger man's orgasm by manipulating his dick with his asshole. He continued squeezing his anal muscles even as the teen kept cumming. He felt the male fall against his back for support, having lost all strength in his legs, his 160 pound body pressed into Jake's over top the car. He kept his dick buried in the officer's ass until he was sure he was properly drained. Then (and only then) did he finally pull out, leaving Jake's asshole dripping more cum.
Having now recovered from his lustful encounter, Jake suddenly realized that he had fucked up, losing the opportunity to grab the gun during the younger man's orgasm. Now he was in trouble, at their mercy with no idea what happened with his partner.
"Now what...?" he asked after the teenager pulled out, Jake's pants and underwear still wrapped around his ankles. He watched the two black men look at each other questionably, as if psychically deciding his fate.
"Now..., we get back into the car and finish up our shift!" said Ellis, suddenly stepping out from behind the wall.
Jake's mouth dropped open when he saw the smirk on Ellis' face. The three black men burst into laughter at his expense. "I TOLD you he would be an easy fuck!" said Ellis, taking the gun back from the guys and shaking their hands.
"Datz wussup man!" said the older guy, looking as if they knew each other. "Any time ya wanna bring his ass back around fo another fuk..., let us kno!" he offered, sincerely.
"You two know each other...?" asked Jake angrily, feeling played.
"Hell yeah...!" laughed Ellis, patting his friend on the back. "Gee and I go back a long way! We grew up in the same hood!"
"Sho nuff, man!" responded Gee, as Ellis headed around to the driver's side of the cruiser. "Thanx fo' fixin' them park'n tix too man!"
"Anytime! Thanks for helping me break in my partner!"
"Dat ass's already broke-in!" laughed Gee, heading back with his young partner as Jake yanked up his pants.
"Why the fuck did you do that to me...?!" he asked (more hurt than angry), as he got into the passenger's seat. "I thought you were dead! I thought those guys DID something to you...!"
"Calm down..." said Ellis, starting the car. "...you LOVED it, I could tell! You shot your shit all over the cruiser! You weren't THAT concerned about me...!"
"That's NOT fair...!" argued Jake, feeling used and betrayed. "I would NEVER have done anything like that to you!"
"Of course not..." said Ellis, taking off as the two men waved goodbye in the background. "...you would never pass up two hard dicks!"
Jake sat and sulked in the passenger's seat as Ellis drove, his anus feeling all wet and sticky with the two latest cum deposits sitting in his rectum. He had the DNA of two complete strangers inside him, and didn't even know their names! But he didn't have long to think about it before a call came in over the police radio of a possible drive-by shooting in the area. "Roger that..., we're in-route!" said Ellis over the mic, hitting the sirens as they picked up speed and drove through traffic.
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Traffic was backed up on Ridge Avenue as a black SUV stood stationary in the center of the block, a 6' tall black woman screaming outside hysterically as people gathered around to watch like a stage show.
Police officers Rodney Ellis and Jake Valentine were the first on the scene as Ellis went to control the hysterical woman, and Jake attended to the man sitting slumped over in the driver's seat.
"He's dead...! He's dead...! They killed him! He's dead...!" screamed the woman over and over, blood splattered all over her face, neck, and dress as she ran in circles trying to outrun the memory of her husband's brains being blown all over the car.
Jake pulled on rubber gloves, then opened the driver's side door (the man was still safely buckled in) and examined for vital signs. Without disturbing the body, Jake looked a top the man's head and could see a large bloody hole, exposing most of what was left of his brain. He looked back at his partner, then shook his head negatively, indicating silently that the man was a goner. The woman saw the silent message as well, and collapsed in heavy grief as Ellis helped ease her down to the ground.
"Is she going to be alright...?" asked Jake, walking over to give support.
"Watch over her..." insisted Ellis, heading towards the squad car. "...I'm going to call for an ambulance!"
Jake held the woman in his arms, stroking her long hair softly from her face as he tried to console her and ordered the nosey spectators to step back. He watched Ellis on the horn, calling in the information as he stared down into the woman's face.
Jake suddenly felt a cold chill run up his spine as he recognized the woman. He blinked several times to make sure what he saw wasn't a mirage. "Peaches...?" he called to the woman in his arms...
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