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Cop Raper
by Dark Dreamer (address withheld)
***
This is a story about a powerfully built black man who
follows a beautiful blonde policewoman home to her
apartment, breaks in, and subjects her to numerous lewd
acts, then makes her do disgusting things while he
videotapes her. (MF, nc, rp, tor, voy, intr)
***
He was in a bar on Tenth street when she walked in. She
was tall, confident looking, with a short mannish
haircut. She wore a leather jacket and jeans, and had a
badge. A blonde slut with a badge, he thought in
disgust.
He watched her and her male partner move to the bar and
talk to the bartender. They showed him a picture and he
shook his head, then they left. He got up and followed.
He liked the blonde's ass.
They got into a sedan and he watched it drive off. He
had no intention of following them now. He knew where he
division station was, and knew when the shifts changed.
He went home and prepared for work.
He watched the rear of the cop shop from a distance,
using a night scope. She came out, said good bye to some
people and got into a red mustang. He waited, and
followed the car as she drove home. He'd never had a cop
before, and wanted to.
He hated cops.
The good thing about them though, like this one, was
that their movements were pretty predictable. He knew
just when she'd get off and when she'd go in.
He toyed with the idea of sneaking into the police
station and getting her there somehow, but the risk was
too great. He'd get her at home. She lived in a
townhouse just inside the city limits, a nice, peaceful,
quiet neighbourhood.
She had two kids, a boy and a girl. That complicated
things, but also made them easier. She'd be much more
likely to cooperate if he threatened them. He would
never hurt the kids, of course, any more than he would
hurt her. But she'd never know that.
If she was smart the kids would never even know he'd
been there.
He broke into the house late one night, after only a few
days of study. Her pattern was so inflexible that he'd
known she would go to bed at precisely ten, as she had.
It was midnight when he slid into the basement through
the window.
He padded upstairs, then climbed to the top floor. He
had waited down in the basement for ten minutes so his
eyes would be completely adjusted to the dark, so now he
could see fairly well as he slowly pushed the woman's
door open.
The sound of her deep, even breathing came clearly to
him. He snuck in, crouching by the door, then closed it
behind him. He took a small triangular door block from
his jacket and slid it beneath the door, pushing it in
hard. The last thing he wanted was for one of the kids
to wake up, open the door and see him without him seeing
the kid.
He crawled over to the bed. The blonde was asleep on her
side, her cheek pressed into the pillow.
His next movement had to be carefully done. She was
likely to fight if she could, unlike most women, and
also unlike most women she probably had a pretty good
knowledge of unarmed combat. His superior weight and
strength would still overcome her, of course, but he
didn't want any noise to wake the kids.
His hands encased in soft leather gloves, he rose and
very gently slid into the bed on his knees. Then, with a
fast movement, he clamped his left hand over her mouth
and shoved her over onto her belly, bringing his heavy
weight down on her back and clamping his knees and
thighs into her arms, pinning them to her sides.
She struggled wildly, muffled yells and screams coming
through his hand as her body writhed and thrashed
beneath him. He rode her like a wild, bucking bronco,
waiting for her to settle down or exhaust herself. It
took less than a minute for her to realize the situation
was hopeless.
"Much better," he said softly.
"Now. You and me are going to reach an understanding,
aren't we?"
"Aren't we?"
She made a muffled sound that he took for a yes.
"Your kids are sound asleep. They'll stay that way
unless you do something that wakes them up."
He took a ball gag from his jacket and slid it in beside
his hand.
"You're going to take this in your mouth when I slide my
hand back. Understand?"
Slowly, he shifted his hand over, the ball gag instantly
replacing it against her lips.
"Open your mouth," he ordered. She did so and he slid
the ball gag into it, then pulled the straps around her
head and snapped them tight behind it.
"Good girl."
He shifted backwards a little, grabbing her wrists and
pulling them up behind her back. He held them there with
one hand as he snapped a pair of handcuffs over them. He
raised himself and rolled her over, then sat back down
on her hips.
She stared up at him in rage and fear as he smiled back
down.
"Now that didn't hurt, did it, baby? Let me tell you
what's gonna happen. I'm gonna fuck the living shit out
of you, and you're gonna like it. Understand?"
An angry muffled snarl came through the gag and he
smiled even more broadly.
"Now, now, now. We don't want to wake up the kiddies, do
we?"
His hands slid onto her breasts and he began to caress
them. He watched her face with considerable satisfaction
as she stared up at him in hatred. His thumbs and
fingers pinched her nipples and kneaded her breast
flesh. He rolled her nipples between his fingertips and
pulled them up hard.
He shifted his way down further, so he was kneeling
between her legs, which he had forced wide apart. He
licked and sucked on her nipples, then began biting
them, his teeth digging into the soft tender meat as the
woman winced in pain.
He shifted his mouth downward, then began to lick her
pussy, prying her cunt lips apart as his tongue delved
deep within her. He rose up like a mountain and then got
out of bed. He calmly, tauntingly, stripped before her
angry, fearful eyes.
When his giant black cock sprang free he laughed in
appreciation as her eyes widened.
"Yeah, baby. That's all for you."
He grabbed her hair and pulled her out of bed, turning
on the light to see her better.
"Hmmmm, nice body for a cop."
He forced her down on her knees before him and rubbed
his hardened organ over her face, then left her there as
he moved to her dresser. He flipped through her purse,
examining her gun, then her badge.
"Well, Stephanie. Say, what do they call you, Stephie?
Steph?" He picked up an opened letter and examined it.
"Stevie? How cute."
He opened the closet and looked inside, pulling out her
uniform, then her Sam Browne belt, with its handcuff
case, ammo pouch, holster and nightstick holder. He
removed the nightstick and turned, moving his eyes up
and down as he licked his lips and leered at her.
She jumped to her feet and ran to the closed bedroom
door. She tried to press her back against it and turn
the knob with her cuffed hands. He padded over slowly as
she attempted to yank the door open. She hadn't seen the
black he'd put beneath it and was frantically trying to
yank the door open as he stepped over to her.
He held the long, thick nightstick like a dagger, and as
she struggled to pull the door inward, he thrust up into
her crotch with it, shoving his other hand against her
chest to pin her to the closed door. She screamed, the
sound muffled, as the end of the nightstick rammed into
her cunt pad.
He twisted it hard and forced it up between her pussy
lips, then, as she jerked and shuddered and howled into
her gag, he jammed it up into her cunt. Inch after inch
of hard, brown polished wood was jammed up into her cunt
tunnel, until the whimpering, grunting woman was forced
to her toes by the pressure against her guts.
"Bet you've used this on your pussy before. Haven't you,
slut?" he hissed.
He began to tear the nightstick in and out of her
agonized pussy, punching the end into her cervix with
angry forceful strokes. Stevie wept and moaned and
shuddered helplessly.
He gripped her hair finally and pulled her away from the
door. He forced her across the room, the nightstick
still buried in her fuck tunnel, then shoved her against
a dresser and pulled out a chair from the nearby vanity.
He sat down as she slumped against the wall and stared
at him in terror. The nightstick slowly slid down out of
her cunt and dropped to the floor with a soft thump.
"What you're gonna do, cop girl, is come over her and
drop your cunt down on my prick here. You're gonna do
all the work for me, and if it ain't good enough I'll
get your kids in to help. Understand?"
He smiled nastily and held his cock up for her.
"Let's go, slut," he snapped.
She shuffled forward, her body shaking, then widened her
legs and straddled the chair. He held his cock upright
as she lowered her ass gently down. His hand gripped her
hair, forcing her face against his. He held it in place,
his eyes locked onto hers as she sank down onto his
cock.
She gave a startled gasp and jerked up briefly when she
felt his cock-tip against her slit, but then slowly
eased back down. She tried to close her eyes as his cock
pushed up into her but he snarled at her to open them.
He stared into her eyes as she sank down, as his thick
fuck pole slid up into her belly.
She shuddered and groaned with barely three fourths of
it inside her, and tried to rise again. He sniggered and
slid a hand onto her ass, jerking her forward and down
as he thrust up. She screamed into her gag as his cock
thrust up into her guts and her ass cheeks flattened
against his thighs.
He gave her little time to recover, and soon she was
humping up and down, sliding her pussy up and down his
thick organ, grinding her hips into him and pressing her
soft melons against his face. He pumped a load of steamy
cock milk into her pussy, then ordered her to rise, turn
around, and lower herself again.
She complied with a moan, and this time he pressed his
cock against her asshole. She struggled briefly, but he
pulled her down by the hair, forcing her to impale
herself on his long steel hard prong. He bounced her up
and down on his thighs, his hands squeezing her tits as
his cock slid up and down in her asshole, then sprayed
another load of sticky cum into her anus.
He took a number of pictures of her, posing her in
various, obscene ways. After a while he felt confident
enough in her acceptance of what was happening to remove
her gag. She had already been raped and sodomized so he
figured she wouldn't do anything at this point to wake
her kids.
He was right. She was sullen, angry, but weary and
resigned. She sucked his cock and hardly even tried to
fight him as he forced it down her throat. He didn't cum
there, wanting to save it and his hard-on.
He gave her a dildo and made her fuck herself as he took
pictures. She never lost her sullen look, though, which
spoiled things a little. He made her put on her uniform
then strip slowly as he videotaped her. It took a number
of angry threats before she put enough life into the
performance to satisfy him.
After she'd stripped she fucked herself with the
nightstick, first in the cunt, then in the asshole,
writhing and moaning as he filmed it. She had paused
when he'd given her the stick, as if considering her
chances. Apparently she decided that, even with the
stick, her chances against a man his size were zilch.
He cuffed her hands behind her back and put her on the
floor, on her back, then forced her feet up behind her
head like he had the computer girl, tying them there.
She stared out from between her legs with fury and rage,
but could do little about her demeaning, degrading
position.
Her ass and cunt stuck out lewdly as he pawed them and
knelt, chuckling, over her. He stood up and lifted her
by the ankles, using them like a handle and carrying her
across the room like a piece of luggage. He lifted her
onto the dresser, then took out her badge and stuck it
into her ass.
He stuck a dildo up her ass, forced her nightstick up
her cunt, then left her like that. Before he left the
house he called the police, reporting an orgy involving
underage girls.
He chuckled all the way home.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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