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How to Rape a Cop
by Tag Johnson (tag_johnson1960@hotmail.com)
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The story of a veteran policewoman getting the tables
turned on her. (MF, nc, rp, d/s, anal, tor, v, huml, ws)
***
The police sergeant glanced around the basement.
Nothing, which she expected, the search for the perv had
the whole department in an uproar and the city seeing
him behind every bush. Which is why she was looking
around a half abandoned building instead of doing real
police work. Personally she thought after being free
over 72 hours with a security guard's wallet and just
cashed paycheck he was halfway across the country.
She was a striking figure in her blue uniform. 5' 8" 135
pounds, auburn hair with a matching complexion and
extraordinary bright blue eyes that had hardened over
her 25 years on the NYPD. She knew she was attractive
but police work was as hard on women's relationships as
male police officer's and she had two divorces to prove
it.
The basement was almost empty; one light bulb for
illumination, boxes everywhere, one metal bed in a
corner with a no doubt flea infested mattress. Hot as
Hell. It didn't have the stink or humidity that usually
went with basements in New York for some reason.
Without even using police codes, she tiredly called in
on her radio and relayed that the report of a prowler
fitting the description of the escaped rapist was
another false alarm and as an afterthought reported that
she would be taking lunch break and didn't give a time
when she would be back on the air.
And then everything went black.
When she woke, she found herself laying on the bed a
throb coming from swelling on the back of her head, with
her hands over her head instantly realizing she was
handcuffed. She glanced around and saw no one. Years in
uniform instantly communicated to her although she was
still wearing her gun belt; her cuffs, pistol, utility
knife, tear gas, and radio were all gone. Again she
looked around and saw the missing items (except for the
handcuffs which were presumably on her) and her pistol
on a box halfway across the room. She calculated for a
moment and her blood felt as if it had literally gone
cold; she called out and her answer was the most
terrifying possible.
Without saying a word a tall lean figure in a white
jumpsuit stepped out of shadows. It was the perv, serial
brutalizer and rapist of women, diagnosed psychotic, and
mental ward escapee. She remembered the description
Caucasian, 6' 5" 210 pounds, 30 years old, black curly
hair worn long, and the darkest eyes she had ever seen.
He was smiling, with genuine friendliness; this too fit
the description of his many victims who were haunted by
his friendly demeanor and tone of voice.
He spoke; "I hope you are okay officer. I was afraid I
had hit you too hard. But you have a hard head, my hand
is going to swollen for a month." Shaking his hand for
emphasis. "You have been out for about 15 minutes, in
case you were wondering."
The policewoman glared at him without answering and then
coldly spit out, "Mr. you are in one Hell of a lot of
trouble. If I don't call in, in the next few minutes
this place is going to be crawling with cops!"
He smiled and in an almost lilt answered, "Oh I don't
think so. You called in and said the building was clear
and you were going to lunch. And as a sergeant I don't
think anyone is going to be calling you to hurry back.
So I think we have at least a couple hours before anyone
comes here looking for you don't you think?" Knowing he
was correct, she answered with the same cold glare.
"Well, let's get to know each other shall we?" This
seemingly innocent phrase sent a wave of terror through
her. Those were the exact same words that he always used
on his victims nor did she forget that his MO had been
to knock his victims out and tie them down before
raping, torturing, and occasionally killing them,
usually by strangulation. She was no helpless little
girl though and when he approached her; she spun halfway
off the bed throwing a scissor kick at him.
With lightening reflexes he calmly stepped back just out
of range, grabbed her legs and threw them back on the
bed and plopped down beside her, pinning them down with
his hands. She tried to kick free but with extraordinary
strength he easily held her. "That was predictable
Sergeant, but fun just the same."
"Ordinarily I would enjoy a good struggle but I'm not
feeling it today." He said as he reached into a pocket
and pulled out her service automatic and placed its
muzzle directly between her eyes. "So it's going to be
like this, you are going to do exactly what I say, when
I say it or I will kill you instantly. Understood? Nod
yes if you understand." She nodded. "Good, now you do
want to live, don't you?"
Again she nodded. She understood what was coming and
that her only chance of survival was cooperation.
"Glad to hear it, the one I beheaded said she would
rather die, so I had to oblige her. Fucked her first
anyway of course. So let's get started."
He stood up and kicked his institutional slippers off
and slipped out of his jumpsuit. He was strikingly wiry
and hairy with a long veiny cock that was already rock
hard. He caught her staring at it and smiled as she
jerked her head away and closed her eyes to the horror
to come. He sat next to her and asked, "Going to close
your eyes? Not a problem." He stared at her, imagining
the body beneath the uniform. He began to run his hands
over her, over her stomach, up and down, inside and out
her thighs, gently stroking her hair and face.
She swore to herself that she wouldn't cry but tears
began to run down her face, bringing a smile to his
face. "This is going to be so good." He thought. He
reached for the buckle of the gun belt, undid it,
slipped it off of her, and dropped it on the floor. He
undid the belt to her trousers and pulled them down to
her ankles leaving them there and her boots on and
revealing long and muscular legs and a pair of old
fashioned "granny" panties. Starting at the bottom of
her uniform shirt he slowly unbuttoned it and even more
slowly pulled it open revealing the most magnificent
pair of tits he had ever seen concealed in white bra
made of thick heavy material. She began to sob out loud
now.
He stopped and stroked her and tried to reassure her to
no avail, "You're doing fine, just fine, this is going
to be so good." He stood up and looked at her. Pants
down around her ankles and blouse open. He walked over
to the box with her equipment, put down the pistol and
picked up her utility knife; walked back sat down again
and ran the blade up and down her legs, across her
stomach, and across her face. "You know I could kill you
now, or cripple you, or fix your face where you would
give little kids nightmares don't you? Don't you?"
"Yes," She whimpered.
"Do you want me to do that?"
"No please," She half sobbed, half whimpered.
"Good." He replied. With one effortless motion he cut
her bra open and tossed the two sides open exposing her
big, perfect, all-natural tits. Smooth, no sag, no
wrinkling, no tan line, no sun worshipper her, she came
by that complexion as naturally as she did those tits,
perfect, he thought.
Let's take a look at her cunt, he thought as he sliced
off her panties, deliberately scratching her in the
process and getting a satisfying cry in return. He
almost cried out in joy when he saw she had her pussy
cleanly shaven, guessing correctly that it had been done
that very morning. He stood up and stepped back and
drank in the sight of the beautiful policewoman lying
before him. Now the fun starts he thought and stepped
toward her.
He sat next to her and without warning rammed four
fingers up her cunt. She cried out in sudden pain
pleasing him. He began ramming his hand in and out of
her tight dry pussy as she sobbed in pain and
humiliation. He kept this up for a couple of minutes
before pulling his hand out and grabbing her by the jaw.
He lay on top of her and began kissing her on her
tightly closed lips. She kept her eyes closed and
desperately tried to escape the horror of the moment but
she couldn't wish away the feeling of his body on top of
her. "Whore, whore," he whispered. "You fucking whore. I
bet you love dick don't you whore. I bet you sell it
don't you whore?"
She shook her head no but that only brought a hard slap
across the face.
"Say you sell it whore, tell me you're a whore," he
demanded.
"I'm a whore, I sell it," she whimpered.
"Good whore, you're a good whore," he replied. "Now take
my dick in your dirty little cunt whore." He stared at
her face as he aimed his cock at her pussy and slammed
it up her.
She screamed and lifted up almost throwing him off her
as pain shot through her body. "God he was big." She
thought as he slammed in and out of her in fury. It felt
like her cunt was being ravaged by a large sharpened
stake as he fucked her. The agony and horror almost
drowned out his voice calling her a whore, a cunt, a
slut, a tramp.
With a sudden grunt he came in her, shooting a load of
come that felt a fire burning in her. Panting he grabbed
her face and told her to open her eyes. When she
complied, he smiled at her and complimented her on the
quality of her pussy and demanded she thank her master
for raping her. "Thank you for raping me master," she
whimpered in reply.
He stood up, reached for the keys to the handcuffs that
he had left on the floor, unlocked her and told her to
stand up and strip. She shakily arose and removed her
uniform. He ordered her to stand at attention and
slammed his fist into her stomach when she complied. She
dropped as if shot and lay on the floor gasping for air.
He yanked her up by her hair and half dragged her to the
middle of the room, making her stand, he re-handcuffed
her, retrieving a rope he had found earlier, tied one
end to the handcuffs and slung the other over a
crossbeam in the cellars low ceiling and tied it off. He
stood there for several minutes drinking in the sight of
the beautiful, naked woman with her hands tied over her
head. "You didn't really think it was over did you?" He
mildly asked as he picked up a length of worn electrical
cord.
The cord had once belonged to some electrical appliance;
it was badly worn with the thin copper wires showing in
almost as many places as they were covered. He swished
it through the air and teasingly swung it at her pulling
it back just short of contact. "Oh God no!" She begged
in terror. "Please no, I'll do anything, anything."
"But you're going to do anything I want anyway," he
laughingly replied. He moved behind her and said, "Here
catch." And whipped the cord across her back. She
screamed in a pain that she could never have imagined.
Again and again he whipped the cord across her back,
each stroke bringing an incredible scream of agony and
leaving the thinnest streaks of blood.
Her screams amazed him, far louder than any he had heard
before, if not for the massive cellar walls he thought
she could have been heard from a mile away. He moved
around to her front, she pleaded for him to stop. But he
smiled and answered her with a stroke across the tits,
she screamed again and struggled against her bonds and
was rewarded with a stroke across her stomach.
Repeatedly the cord exploded against her beautiful body.
He brought it down over and over.
She screamed one last time and collapsed, hanging limply
from the handcuffs. He walked over and lifted her head
by her gorgeous red hair and stared into her face. Her
eyes were glazed over in semi-consciousness. She wasn't
out he noted but no longer conscious enough to feel
pain.
He dropped her head and stepped back and walked around
her admiring his handiwork. She was soaked with sweat,
her hair hanging down, her incredible body covered head
to toe with long thin red stripes of blood that looked
so perfect they appeared to be painted on. "What next?"
He wondered, "What next?"
He untied the rope and when she collapsed into his arms
he carried her over to the cot, laid her face down,
unlocked the handcuffs and relocked them to headboard.
He then tied her open legs to the foot of the bed with
the rope. He shook her semi awake. He was fully erect
again and ready for action. He told her to turn her head
so he could see her face, she obeyed and pleaded, "No
more."
"Yes more," he answered. He pulled the belt off of her
uniform trousers and asked her if she had ever been
fucked in the ass?
"No, not that please," she begged.
He brought the belt down across her ass. She bucked up
and screamed in agony and collapsed on the bed,
virtually all her energy spent. Brutally he whipped her
with her barely able to respond with weak cries of pain.
"Would you like me to stop?" He politely asked.
"Yes please," she whimpered.
"Then beg me to fuck you up the ass," he ordered. "You
keep begging, you stop begging, I start whipping.
Understand?"
"Yes," she answered with a whimper and a weak nod.
"Please fuck me up the ass, please fuck my ass, please."
He dropped the belt and got on top of her. He guided the
head of his cock to her virginal asshole and brutally
shoved it up her. She threw her head back, screamed and
collapsed unconscious. Annoyed, he realized immediately
what had happened but his cock was already buried in her
and he wasn't going to stop. He slammed in and out of
the unconscious policewoman's ass.
"God it was so tight!" He thought. The pleasure was
incredible and as hard as he held back with ten minutes
he shot his second load of come in her. He tiredly got
off of her and wondered what to do next. It had been
over an hour and a half so someone would be coming
looking for her soon so he hurriedly dressed. He thought
about killing her but she was out so it would bring no
pleasure and besides he had always loved thinking about
how his victims were going to be haunted by their
experience with him which was why he rarely killed.
He released her bonds and dragged her over to a pillar
and sat her down handcuffing her hands behind her back.
He badly needed to take a leak before he left so he
pulled out his dick and let loose a long piss
concentrating on her face and head wetting down her hair
so it was plastered over her face. And he zipped up his
jumpsuit, emptied her wallet and walked away.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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