Officer Pastel is on the Case - Part 1
Officer Pastel stood tall and proud outside the residence of a criminal she was about to arrest. Her demeanor exuded confidence and dominance, daring anyone to challenge her authority. She knew she could simply walk in and place this pathetic excuse for a man in cuffs without a warrant - after all, he was nothing but a loser who couldn't do anything about it.
With a cocky smirk, Pastel knocked on the door, her gaze fixed on the small, ugly dork who answered. She introduced herself as a noble officer of the law, here to question him about an incident last night. While taking his testimony, she couldn't help but notice how his apartment seemed way too expensive for someone like him. It was just a little bit suspicious.
The dork grew increasingly nervous as she mentioned this, begging her to leave or he would complain to her deputy. Pastel laughed, spit in his face, and then slapped him hard across the cheek. She watched as the pathetic man recoiled in fear but knew he couldn't do anything about it. After all, who would dare assault an officer?
Pastel made him strip naked before she continued her assault - slapping him, farting on his face, and spitting in his eyes. This man had been stealing credit cards and committing fraud, but he refused to admit it. So, she had no choice but to beat the information out of him.
With a firm grip on his throat, Pastel pushed him to the ground and straddled him, her massive ass towering over him like a mountain. She continued to interrogate him, taunting him with her strength and size. It was clear that he must secretly enjoy it, as no one would willingly go through this much pain just to hide their crime.
Turning around, Pastel smothered his face in her giant sweaty ass and unleashed a barrage of farts straight into his mouth. She watched as the man struggled hopelessly under her massive butt, gasping for air as she cut off his supply with each powerful fart.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to the pathetic criminal, he cracked. He admitted to stealing the cards, and with that, Pastel had all the evidence she needed. She confiscated the stolen goods and placed him in cuffs, reading him his rights before leading him to the detention center where she would take his official statement.
Pastel stood tall, her chest puffed out with pride, as she watched the criminal being led away. She knew she was the one in control, and no one could stop her from bringing justice to those who deserved it.