My sister was a police officer in Florida and was dating a fireman she had met at an accident. They were pretty serious about their relationship and had taken it all the way sexually.

It was quite common for them to meet during split shifts in uniform and head out to a local beach that was not well known by tourists or even many locals. There were plenty of very private places where hanky panky could take place uninterrupted.

One day they decided to skip lunch and take advantage of the few hours they had off in common. They drove off in his 4-wheel drive truck to a special place they knew and started to fool around. First she put sand down his trousers waist and ran until he caught her and stuffed sand down her shirt neck. They chased each other around and around until he trapped her against a tree and started to frisk her, telling her he was now the cop and she'd better start to put his fire out.

Just for the effect he managed to get her handcuffs out of the holder without her knowing it and quickly snapped them on her wrists around a tree during their play.

She yelled at him for being a fool, she told him angrily that the keys to the handcuffs were with her gun and other equipment in her desk drawer back at the office and that was half an hour away. Not only that, he couldn't get them from her desk himself. He would have to find someone there who could be trusted to keep their mouth shut.

He apologized over and over and reluctantly left her there to head back to town and retrieve the keys. As his truck disappeared over the rise, her anger turned to horror and fear as a gang of four Mexican men in their early twenties appeared from the brushes.

They were laughing loudly and pointing and although she knew almost no Spanish, she could tell what they were contemplating. She felt that her only hope was that fact that she was wearing her police uniform, and that it would give her an appearance of authority. She was wrong.

The men surrounded her jeering at her, and then one of them grabbed at her hair and let it run through his fingers. As the last strand of hair left his fingers he let his hand drop to her shoulder and then to her breast.

She was facing the tree and all she could do was try to cling tightly to the tree so that he couldn't grope her. Another man felt her buttocks and then slowly lifted her skirt and underskirt as high as they would go.

This started a minor frenzy as all the men now wanted to get a feel of her exposed body. Hands were on (and then in) her shirt and all over her crotch. One man even had his hand down the back of her tights and inside her panties. Then suddenly another hand shoved down the front groping for her pubic hair.

All the time she was struggling and twisting and cursing them but to no avail. They pulled her away from the tree and undid all the buttons on her uniform shirt and then unclasped her bra, lifting it clear of her breasts. All the time she protested, then someone un-hooked and un- zipped her skirt at the back pulled it down to the sand, her underskirt followed swiftly after.

What a nightmare, there she was, standing in her tights and panties, cuffed to a tree, bare assed, with only a shirt shoved up covering her shoulders and four virile young hoodlums surrounding her.

They paused for a moment as if to reflecting on the consequences of their actions. Then they decided to go for broke and slid her tights and panties down over her buttocks and to the ground, pulling her feet out of them. She tried to kick at them but they were young and easily fended her blows.

It became a free for all after that. Groping hands were everywhere, eight hands were on one body, her breasts, and her vagina, even in her rear end.

The man who had been swiftest to get his hand to her vagina pulled his fingers out and let each of the other men have a smell, one even had a taste. Then they grabbed her and pulled her away from the tree so and pushed her to the ground so that she was on all fours, head butted up against the tree. She had not been physically hurt and was still full of fight and tried everything to play for time until her boyfriend got back.

But four against one was too much to overcome. They rolled her on her back twisting her arms over on another painfully and opened her shirt to show her breasts.

Two of the men took an ankle each and parted her legs wide. While one of the men jumped down and began to eat her and licked her, another undid his belt and dropped his pants and underwear.

She knew she was finished then and virtually gave up all resistance. While one of them squeezed and sucked her breasts, the other got between her legs and shoved into her as quickly and deeply as he could.

It didn't take long before the excitement of the hunt made him to empty himself in her. He'd been thrusting into her wildly, then his body tensed and he grunted as he came in her. Then the men switched places and one by one each took a turn at her until they - and her - were quite spent.

After they all emptied themselves in her once she felt a kind of relief that it was all over. But then two of them found the energy to manage it one more time each, and this time they took longer.

She became covered in their sweat, the smell of cum permeated the air, she was exhausted and was practically hysterical by the time the men realized that they didn't have all day to enjoy their captive. They left as quickly as they had come, each having one last grope and one even kissed her quite passionately on the lips. He also removed her police badge from her shirt and stuffed her panties in his pocket as a souvenir before disappearing from sight.

When her boyfriend returned, he found her squatting beside the tree, naked except for her open shirt and wet patches in the sand all around the base of the tree where she'd oozed out her assailants cum. There were few words between them as he released her from that tree.

My sister quit the police department, and has never seen that boyfriend again and in fact she has never gone out with a man again. That was over twenty years ago.

The End