Traffic violation

[Shocker]

Teaser: Two months ago, this wouldn't have been worth his time, a 10 dollar fine and a snotty response from the cyclist. But that was then, now he had a better society to serve..
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Traffic Violation
Author: Shocker
Content Warnings: if you need penetrative sex for a story to be of interest to you, this might not be your cup of tea.
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The discussion about world building reminded me that I hadn't posted this story here. I need to stress again, this is heavy on humiliation and no invasive sex acts.
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Traffic violation


Peter Miller sighed, when he saw the cyclist glaringly ignoring, the bike lane and driving on the regular street. Two months ago, this wouldn't have been worth his time, a 10 dollar fine and a snotty response from the cyclist. But that was then, now he had a better society to serve. He switched on the lights and siren and brought his motorcycle right in front.


Excerpt from the Canberra Observer January 17th 2030
After the landslide victory at the recent national election, that resulted in the CWP winning the absolute majority in both chambers. The new Prime minister Cynthia Witherspoon announced today her first major new legislation. As she had campaigned heavily on the topic of law and order, most analysts expected her first efforts to go into that direction.
The new law was called the make a better society act (MBS), and to the great surprise wasn't targeting drug kingpins or the organized crime, but minor misdemeanors. Asked for this discrepancy the PM answered "Crime is like a drug, people don't start with the big stuff, it's the small things that set them on the path to become a serious threat ot our society. So I say let's stop them early. I have instructed the fine officers serving in our police forces to implement a strict enforcement policy for even small infringements."


As expected the cyclist stopped and showed a very annoyed but otherwise rather pretty face. While PC Miller usually preferred brunettes, he didn't mind watching a pretty blonde. And this was a pretty one, the light blonde hair framed her face in a page boy cut, corn blue eyes, sparkling with annoyance. "Is there a problem officer?"
He stepped closer, drawing out the answer, knowing fully well how unsettling the dark glasses of a motorcycle cop can be. Actually the whole uniform could appear menacing with the dark leather jacket, that he had to wear even in this weather. It also afforded him a further moment to study her a bit more. She wore one of those Lycra outfits, black with white racing stripes interspersed, that very nicely highlighted her attributes. Naturally she was of an athletic built, what other kind of crazy person would be cycling in this kind of heat. Long muscular legs, wide hips and on the upper half of her body she sported what his dad had always called "some damn fine tits". Per his dad it was a technical term, it described a pair, that wasn't too large, not too small. One couldn't attach it to a bra size, as it changed with every woman, but if you saw them you knew them. And so did Miller, based on what he could see they matched her built absolutely perfectly.
"Yes Miss, I'm afraid there is. Are you aware that you didn't use the appropriate lane for your bike?"
"Oh officer, but everybody just stays on the main road."
"It's against the law, and every participant in traffic is required to use the appropriate lane,"
"Big fucking deal, give me that citation and let me go my way."
Miller now also grew annoyed with her flippant tone.
"Miss I'm afraid it's not as simple as that, have you followed the news about the MBS legislation?"
"the minor bullshit law, don't you have real work to do?"


Excerpt form the Canberra observer.
Asked if she didn't feel this was diverting important resources for a minor benefit the PM answered. "I believe that when it comes to the law, the situation is much more black and white, than our lawyers are trying to make it. You are either obeying it or you are not. Minor infractions are not being acted upon, because as you have said they are occuring to frequently to leave our officers time for anything else. This is actually where the MBS act is getting into play. We firmly believe that if those infractions are acted upon harshly enough, people will stop being cavalier about them."
An objection was raised that a few dollars of fine didn't seem to be effective, and the courts were overworked already so involving them to establish harsher penalty was out of the question. The PM responded to that "Our experts have analyzed the situation and come to the conclusion, that if a police officer is qualified to issue a fine on the spot, he is also qualified to enact a more exemplary measure. As a byproduct we hope to restore a proper respect towards our police force."

"According to the prime minister this is my real work. Can I see some ID miss?" Miller tried to smile consoling.
"Do I look like I keep my paper work in this outfit" she snapped?
He looked again and had to admit that she had a point, the bicycle, didn't have any kind of saddlebags or other provisions for caring something. And her outfit also didn't leave any room for pockets. He didn't even look to closely to know she was wearing a bra, and apparently a thong. If she was carrying a wallet he really couldn't imagine where.
"Perhaps not Miss" He smiled "But you understand that I have to establish your identity."
He got his tablet computer, from his satchel.
"Name?"
"Evelyn Henderson"
"Address?"
"1431 Bedford Street, just on the other side of the park" she offered "I try to get some miles in every day by cycling around Latrobe Park"
He entered all the data, and made a request for identity verification. A few seconds later he read her birthday as June 17th 2000, and the picture of her driver's license. Confirming the identity to his satisfaction.
"OK Miss Henderson, that is going to be a fine of 10 Dollar, payable at any police station." he handed her the ticket. She took it, still angry.
He then returned to his satchel and came back holding a bottle of sunscreen. Her eyes widened.
"There is of course still the requirements of the MBS Act."


Excerpt from Canberra Observer
The prime minister continued to elaborate on her plan "The problem with most minor violations is, that the perpetrator feels no guilt or shame about committing them. The rather marginal fee, doesn't hurt, those are not felonies required to be recorded. So what prevents them from continuing on this path. The answer is of course, absolutely nothing."
"It is our believe that if we can't get the perpetrators at their wallet, civic prided or guilt. We will have to get them at their shame. For every act punishable under the making a better society act, the perpetrators will serve an hour of educational instruction. And they will receive them in a fashion we believe to be memorable."


Miller straightened his sunglasses before looking straight at Evelyn Henderson "Under the provisons of the MBS you will continue to drive your bicycle for a further hour, observing all laws and regulations. Afterwards you are free to go."
Evie Henderson sighed with relieve "Is that all, just another hour of cycling? What's the sunscreen for, are you working on your tan?"
"This is a courtesy of the Canberra Police department, I thought you might appreciate it. Would you now please take of your clothes?"
"You want me to do what?" she shrieked "Strip down to my underwear?"
"No Miss, I thought you had said that you are familiar with the MBS, I need you to strip completely. Your hour of education is to be done entirely naked."


Excerpt from Canberra Observer
The announcement of the nudity clause, resulted in a huge outcry and a barrage of the present reporters. After the excitement had calmed down, the prime minister answered "My government believes that this is going to make a lasting impact. Clothing worn by the perpetrator is going to be confiscated and if possible donated to the needy. There is no way of objecting to the ruling, other than going straight to court, and we have worked with the justice department on this. in case of a lost case, the perpetrator is going to be charged with resistance to the police, punishable with 30 days in prison and a permanent police record."
Asked if she didn't feel this would add to the workload of the courts, the PM replied "Do you think so? How many people will risk a prior conviction and 30 days imprisonment for jay walking or littering?"
A further question was asked concerning the essential exposure of minors. The response was "We have again considered this question very carefully, and while we believe that even the youngest should be encourage to follow the law meticulously, we will not require them to be exposed. They will have to attend a special one our lecture on a saturday. We also feel that here the parents need to fulfill their responsibility against their children, meaning in case of a juvenile perpetrator both parents will have to serve the public part. This is believed to ensure that parents will enforce the rules with their children within their own discretion."
Questioned if she didn't think this measure extreme the PM replied "Yes I do, but I also believe it will work. As a part of our arrangement with the high court myself and Detective Chief Constable Ryder submitted both to this process. If you look closely at the rose garden you will find considerably less litter in it today, than there was yesterday. I don't know how DCC Ryder felt about it, but I went home and read my 16-year-old daughter the riot act, that I have no intention of going through this again, so she better toes the line."

"You must be fucking kidding me" Evie Henderson gasped
"No Miss, I'm not, have you understood the conditions for not complying with my instructions? We can have you in front of a judge within 60 minutes."
"Any chance of me winning that case?" she asked very quiet, tears forming in her eyes
"With us being required to wear body cameras on the uniform at all times, there is ample evidence of you not using the bike lane. And with the implications of the new law, the mandate for body cams will not go away, especially for the protection of citizens like yourself."
"Will you turn at least around while i get through with this?"
"I can do that miss, but I will be required to stay with you for the next 60 minutes, so I'm not sure how much modesty there is for you to preserve."
With that he turned away.




At this moment Evie Henderson hated this cop more than she had ever hated anyone before. Standing there in his black leather uniform jacket and the word police in white over the back. The same color scheme as the thin Lycra top she was now pulling over her head. She wandered what the hell she had gotten herself into, undressing on the side of a busy street. She was just glad she was a mile away from her own neighborhood. Furthermore, she would die of shame if somebody saw her like this. But her back was against the figurative wall, she couldn't afford a conviction. She had plans and reams for the future, and a criminal record would shatter any chance at those. She threw the top at the officer, who chose to turn right at the moment back at her, she saw herself mirrored in his glasses. Wearing just the sky blue bra and having her thumbs tucked into the side of her shorts pushing them down.

PC Miller thought to himself he enjoyed this more than the 50-year-old man he had stopped yesterday jay walking down town, cuffing him of an hour to the lamp post making him observe the change of traffic lights for pedestrian traffic. All bluster had left that man, when he realized there wasn't anything he could do to cover himself. A realization, the much prettier Ms Henderson would soon make as well. As she removed the black cycling shorts, showing that she was wearing a matching pair of bra and panties. He gestured her to continue, after all he had work to attend to.
Tears were streaming down her face as she unhooked her bra, releasing quite marvelous fleshy globes, with just the slightest bit of sagging, due to their size. He was tempted of checking the label as she handed the bra to him. Deciding a little cotton tag shouldn't compete for his attention with those light brown nipples and brown areolae.
Both Miller and Evie took a deep breath as readying themselves for the final stage of this enforced strip. Miller was feeling actually a bit of disappointment, looking at the tuft of dark hair, between her legs, proclaiming her to be a fraud, a bottle blonde. She wasn't fast enough to cover herself with her hands. While collecting all her garments, none of this could be donated, so all of it should end in the incinerator. Not all of it would, worn panties achieved fantastic prices from Japanese perverts, a police constables pay only reached so far. Stepping behind his motorcycle he made sure that his body maintained pointed at Evie, and so would the camera, while making a show of looking elsewhere. He tossed the sunscreen towards her. This would be another night with a very satisfying review of the daily feed, As most Australians, she was aware of the benefits of sunscreen and started to rub it over all her body, including areas she normally would spare.

Miller felt a bit mischievous, so he went close to her bicycle and gave the saddle a bit of a push, without looking at it, being sure it would not be seen by the camera. He doubted that Evie Henderson had seen the modification, but she would notice soon enough. He looked at her naked form glistening with the sunscreen "Are you ready?"
"Let's get this over with. Where do you want me to go?"
"Why don't you follow your usual route around the park. it's only 12 miles around, you should be able to circle it twice in the hour you have. with some luck, you will be close to your place when the hour is over. Also, please don't stop, and make sure to obey the traffic regulation this time. I'm following you closely."
He could see something he had said had struck her, if he would have to guess the fact that she would cycle through her own neighborhood, stark naked.
She got on her bike and started hitting the pedals standing upright. While trying to prevent her breasts from flapping around with one hand. But the real shock came, when she tried lowering herself onto the saddle. As this was now a bit steeper. Causing the tip to press hard against her now exposed sex.
She turned fixed her with a hateful stare "You bastard, you wouldn't have done that to a guy."
"No I wouldn't miss, I would have adjusted the saddle even steeper, would you like to go for that option?" Miller asked. Willing to ignore the insult.

The next hour left a lasting impression in both their minds. Miller fondly remembered the time she finally stopped trying to control her breasts, and they started to move around freely with every movement of her powerful legs. For Evie, it was the most mortifying hour in her whole life, the saddle put an extremely uncomfortable pressure on her sex. Which was as bad as the realization, that she was recognized by some of her neighbors, such a Mrs. Donovan or old Mr. Takeda. Some looked scandalized, others stared blatantly. Evie decided moving away was becoming a priority.

After the completion of her training time, PC Miller handed her her keys and personal possessions, but not her clothes, and reminded her to maintain the laws or repeat the experience. As she drove home she had to stop at a low traffic intersection at a red light, something she had ignored before, but not today, likely never again.

Miller drove off in a different direction, checking in with his dispatcher. Hearing about a good-looking redhead cleaning the beach promenade after spitting chewing gum onto the street. He decided to pass the promenade on his patrol. He had to use every opportunity, as he already noticed on his beat, the number of naked folks he saw on an average day was decreasing. Also people started to treat him a lot more circumspect and polite, when they saw his uniform and badge. For a cop things looked upward, perhaps he should vote for the PM next election.

The End.

[enabranpr0n]

Not a comment on the story at all, but the bold font used for the "excerpt" sections is really hard to read.

[Shocker]

Not a comment on the story at all, but the bold font used for the "excerpt" sections is really hard to read.

Thank you for pointing that out. I hadn’t seen this when I posted it. Perhaps a result of the reset of the forum. But I will fix that.

Edit: So I did fix the font issue, interresting enough I could only see the problem when opening the story on my tablet. On the PC it was perfectly good to read. @enabranpr0n Thanks again for bringing this to my attention.

[enabranpr0n]

Not a comment on the story at all, but the bold font used for the "excerpt" sections is really hard to read.

Thank you for pointing that out. I hadn’t seen this when I posted it. Perhaps a result of the reset of the forum. But I will fix that.

Edit: So I did fix the font issue, interresting enough I could only see the problem when opening the story on my tablet. On the PC it was perfectly good to read. @enabranpr0n Thanks again for bringing this to my attention.

I hope it didn’t come across snotty or anything. I just know how sometimes things render on one browser can be very different than another.

[Shocker]

Not a comment on the story at all, but the bold font used for the "excerpt" sections is really hard to read.

Thank you for pointing that out. I hadn’t seen this when I posted it. Perhaps a result of the reset of the forum. But I will fix that.

Edit: So I did fix the font issue, interresting enough I could only see the problem when opening the story on my tablet. On the PC it was perfectly good to read. @enabranpr0n Thanks again for bringing this to my attention.

I hope it didn’t come across snotty or anything. I just know how sometimes things render on one browser can be very different than another.

Don’t worry, I was genuinely glad that you pointed it out.

[AdmiralPiet]

@Shocker
As with many of your stories: Nice to read, good quality enjoyable short.
Liked the newspaper snippets.

Clever title too.
Wanted to say "even though the actual (sexual) violation is light", but then again: So was the traffic violation. Fitting.

Only problem is the same I have with all the stories like this that play in our current world: Suspension of disbelief not really working.
But fun, none the less.

[Shocker]

@Shocker
As with many of your stories: Nice to read, good quality enjoyable short.
Liked the newspaper snippets.

Clever title too.
Wanted to say "even though the actual (sexual) violation is light", but then again: So was the traffic violation. Fitting.

Only problem is the same I have with all the stories like this that play in our current world: Suspension of disbelief not really working.
But fun, none the less.

This story was inspired by a conversation with a lovely member from down under. Who told me how annoyed she was by cyclists not doing proper turn signals. I felt there was a story in there.

As for suspension of disbelief, I think that’s a general problem with our kink. Either we stay extremely realistic, as Vile8er frequently shows or go complete free as Vela does so often. My stories tend to lean to the rather dark end of the spectrum, though drawing a hard line at snuff, so I use a bit of levity to distract from how harsh such a society would actually be.

My major kink is power, all the abuses I heap upon my poor victims are due to their helplessness. Some readers had been commenting on the shift in witch hunt, but it was in the long run just the revenge of the one in power.

[Lucius]

@Shocker

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[Shocker]

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Moreover, the stories are classified by length as follows.

Length: Flash, Short, Medium, Long

• Flash: Between 250 and 1,000 words, takes between 1 and 4 minutes to read for an average reader.
• Short: Between 1,000 and 5,000 words, takes between 4 and 20 minutes to read for an average reader.
• Medium: Between 5,000 and 15,000 words, takes between 20 and 60 minutes to read for an average reader.
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This story is tagged as both Flash and Short, could you please adjust the Length tags leaving Short only?

Thank you for the heads up. I have fixed it must have double dipped on length instead of non con.

[Quinotaurus]

If anyone needs to be taken down a peg or two, it's cyclists. Good job. Not sure the newspaper asides were necessary, they broke the flow of the story somewhat and did not really explain anything you could'nt figure out from the main text.