Cops and Rapists

Mandy flipped the light switch, but nothing happened. She sighed, frustrated, and closed and locked the door to her apartment. She was two hours late getting home from work, and today had been a miserable day; she didn't need this extra aggravation now. All she wanted was to get out of her sweaty uniform and take a long, warm bath.

Mandy had known being a police office was not going to be easy, but, even after all the warnings, nothing could have prepared her for her work. Being a woman made the job so much more difficult: no one thought she could handle the job, and the men on her unit gave her almost as hard a time as the criminals she arrested. She worked three times as hard, with no recognition and no respect. Today, she had to chase down a drug dealer, who ended up getting in a fistfight with her, with little help from her partner. She got passed up for a promotion, and then had to stay late to do paper work. Sometimes she wondered why she bothered at all.

She started in to her living room, kicking off her shoes as she went, when she heard a noise from the kitchen - sounded like someone was moving. She reached for her gun, but before she could draw it from the holster, there was a voice saying "Not fast enough" and a small red dot appeared on her chest - a laser sight. Mandy sucked in her breath, scared, and wished she had worn her vest home with her today.

The voice was deep, kind of muffled like someone was speaking through thick cloth, but it was definitely male. "Take off your belt, bitch, and kick it over to me."

Mandy hesitated, but in the end, there was nothing she could do except to comply, not unless she wanted to get shot, and she certainly did not want that. She pulled off her belt and kicked it towards the voice. The hardwood floors were smooth and the belt had no trouble gliding into the darkness; she could her him picking it up and checking through it.

A light exploded into her face, her own flashlight. She could not see him, the light was too bright for that, but she now knew exactly where he was standing.

"Take off you shirt and pants," the voice commanded.

Mandy was nervous - she could figure out where this was going - and she wished that she had drawn her gun and fired. Being shot dead was probably better then whatever this man was going to do to her. Still, she unbuttoned her dark blue uniform shirt and tossed it to the ground; her pants followed soon after. Mandy felt very exposed, being in her underwear in this bright light but not being able to see her audience.

"Damn, girl, you are one hot bitch. A slut, too, look at you!"

She felt complimented and dirty at the same time. Mandy had been a dancer before joining the force, and her time working in the police gym had kept her lithe figure in prime, sculpted shade, in better shape, physically, than most of her co-workers. She was wearing her matching lacey black bra and thong, having thought that she might be seeing her boyfriend tonight, had she not been so later getting home.

"You need to turn around for me," he said. When her back was facing him, he added, "Bend over at the waist and touch the floor."

She did as he asked, bending neatly over and placing her palms down on the ground, her ass raised high in the air.

"Now that is a pretty sight: you have a sweet ass, bitch." He moved, then, but too quickly for her to react. He raced across the room at her and bashed her in the back of the knee with the flashlight. Mandy crumpled to the ground, her leg throbbing in pain. Her assailant grabbed a fist full of her long, dark hair and dragged her across the floor. Mandy pushed with her legs when she could, trying to ease some of the pain his pulling her hair, and her ass thumped heavily across the wooded floor.

The man tossed her down, face first, to the ground, but Mandy's head connected with the support pole of the circular stairs that led up to the loft that she used as her bedroom. She didn't hit it hard, but it dazed her for a moment, her world becoming one spinning mass of darkness. Her grabbed her wrists, taking advantage of her momentary inability to react, and using her own handcuffs, cuffed her to the circular stairs pole.

He pulled her to her feet, but with her hands cuffed to the pole, the stairs kept her from being able to rise - she was stuck bent at nearly a 90 degree angle at the waist. He slipped his hand into her thong, clutched the material right were the band met the ass-floss, and yanked hard. The front of the thong dug sharply into Mandy's flesh as he pulled it tight, and it hurt severely until the material gave and he ripped the cloth away, leaving her ass bear.

"Nice," he laughed, giving her a heavy swat on her butt cheeks. "Firm. Very nice."

Mandy felt something cold and metal brush across her back. She knew it was a knife, and her suspicions were only confirmed when he cut through her bra, slicing it away from her body. One hand reached around and cupped one of her breasts. The hand was gently at first, sliding around the flesh of her 36C boobs. It felt nice, especially after all the harshness she had just felt. But then he started to twist and pull at her nipple, which perked up immediately and became a hard nub between his fingers.

"Fine ass and great tits," the man hissed. "Girl, I can't imagine why you'd want to be a cop." He disappeared somewhere behind her, and for a second, Mandy hoped that he was leaving and that he had only wanted to humiliate her and keep her from being able to follow. Her hope fled her as something thick and hard pounded onto her ass.

"Sure, you've probably hit plenty of people with this baton," the man said as he swung down and clubbed her ass again, "but have you ever been hit with it yourself?" He alternated between the club and his bare hand, between thick, blunt pain and quick, fiery stings. He kept hitting her, though, for minutes. Mandy was in tears, but she tried her hardest to keep from making any noise. She grunted in pain when she was hit with her baton, and she hated herself that she could not stifle the sound.

"Not enough, huh?" he sneered, drawing back away from her. He was fumbling with something, but Mandy couldn't see what. She felt it, though, when his belt lashed her on her already sore butt. She shrieked - the pain was too much, and such a shock that she couldn't keep quiet. It egged her assailant on all the more.

"Felt it that time, huh, bitch?" He lasher her again and again, and each time she cried out, unable to contain the pain that exploded through her buttock. "You're not going to be sitting for a week!"

He tossed the belt aside, it clattered to the ground next to her, and his hand invaded her crotch. His fingers pried apart the folds of her flesh and he inserted one finger, which slid easily up her dripping cunt. Mandy was horrified that she was wet for this man to penetrate, but his finger wiggling up inside her felt so good, she wished her would put a few more in, and deeper.

He withdrew, but Mandy heard his pants slide down his legs. Her heart stopped for a moment, or so it seemed to her: she might have been wet, her body might be completely aroused, but she still didn't want to be raped!

She tried to protest, tried to move, but she felt the tip of a gun tap her on the back and she went still. He held her ass with both hands, the gun pushed firmly into the flesh of her butt, the cold metal feeling amazing against her hot, sore skin. She felt his cock slide across her opening a few times, slowly being coated in her juices before he slammed the whole length into her in one hard thrust.

He was big, the biggest she had ever had in her, and he was hard as a rock, and just as caring. He fucked her hard and rough, slapping her ass occasionally, and pulling her hair. Even in the face of this violation, Mandy was enjoying the sensation. He was so huge and so strong. He was fucking her harder than she had been fucked before, and she was loving it.

He grunted and groaned and pulled his cock out of her, spewing him cum all over her back. She moaned, disappointed that he was finished so soon. She wanted more, she needed more, but she could hear him pulling up his pants and putting his belt back on.
"Please," she murmured. "No."

"What?" He got closer to hear. "What did you say?"

Mandy drew in a deep breath, hating herself as she spoke the words, "Please, don't leave me like this. I need to cum so bad. Please!"

"You are a slut!" he laughed. "You need to cum, slut? I'll make you cum."

Mandy felt something sliding across her clit - it was round and smooth and cold, made her start a bit when it first came in contact with her hot cunt lips. He slid it around her pussy, then slipped it into her. It was a cylinder made of metal - she didn't know what exactly it was, nor did she care. She started to hump it like mad, grinding her hips against it with vigor and passion. Pressure began to grow inside of her and it was only a matter of time til she would cum. She bounced harder on the thing in her pussy, pushing more on it inside of her with every stroke.

"You like that?"

"Yes!" She thrust down again, and felt an odd sensation. It seemed that the cylinder was a long tip of some object, and now the more rectangular part was entering her. In the back of her mind, she knew what it was, but her lust-crazed thoughts kept her from realizing it.

"Does that get you hot? Having a gun shoved deep in you cunt? Full loaded, safety off, ready to blow your fucking head off? Does that excite you?"

Mandy knew that she should be afraid, fucking a gun the way she was, but it only made her want more of it in her, made her push harder. She could feel her crotch smacking against his hand - his finger was on the trigger but she didn't care anymore.

"You are one sick bitch," he said, shifting around behind her. "Let's see how you deal with this."

Her ass was forced open as he drove her baton deep into her bowels. She screamed in agony, but it felt so good! She had never known pain to feel so wild, so exhilarating. She was calling out in bliss, her gently moaning having risen to full, unhindered vocalizations of her pleasure. He was fucking her with the baton, back and forth along the entire length, sometimes even pulling it out completely and plunging it back inside of her again.

She could feel her orgasm rising - it was so close, so close! And, from the feeling welling up inside of her, could be the biggest climax of her life. The perfect orgasm to have if it was going to be your last. And that sudden thought made her all the more hot, and she fucked that gun like a mad woman - the man could barely hold it for her, she was bouncing it so hard.

"Damn, bitch." He stopped pumping her ass with the baton, which made her whimper a bit to not feel the sensation, but he left the club buried as far as it would go inside of her, and with her own quick thrusting thighs, that was enough to keep her orgasm building. "You liked that so much, let's see how you like this." He pulled out the baton with one swift motion, and before her sphincter could even begin to close, he thrust the handle of her flashlight into the hole.

The handle was bigger than the baton, but not only that, it was carved rough to make it easier to grip. The sensation was amazing! She felt even fuller than before, which she had not thought possible, and it felt even more intense. She was lost on a wave of pleasure, and did not even realize that the flashlight was not being used to fuck her ass - it was just sitting there, holding her open.

She didn't even hear him say "Suck this," nor did she know what the "this" was, when she felt the round object touched to her lips, she instinctively pushed her face down on it, taking as much in her mouth and down her throat as she could, which was a large amount. He fucked her mouth with her baton and she did nothing but squealed in delight as the long metal stick slipped smoothly across her lips and deep down into her gullet. She sucked hard, licking its shaft as it glided back and forth in her mouth, like she wasn't aware that it was not a cock and that, not matter how hard she tried, she would not be able to taste its cum.

He withdrew the baton after a few moments, and Mandy's cries once more filled the room. She could not believe how wonderful she felt, nor could she understand why she had not cum yet. She was so close, she could feel she was right on the brink, but she just could not take that last step. In her frustration and desire, she took longer and harder thrusts, pulling nearly off the length of the gun before slamming back down on it. She thrust with suck force that not only did she get the whole barrel deep in her pussy, actually pushing into her cervix, but the man's hand, the one that held the gun, slid easily into her cunt as well.

She was surprised by this sudden intrusion, this amazing fullness, but her was doubly shocked when she yet her ass widening. It hurt incredibly, but she pushed back against this new intruder, determined to take it into her as well. Her ass stretched and stretched as her raper eased the head of the baton into her ass next to the flashlight.

Mandy gnashed her teeth together and panted hard, straining with all of her might to push the baton in. She rocked back and worth, slowly wiggling the baton deeper and deeper inside of her. Finally, with a grunt, she threw her weight back as much as she could, taking the baton up to the hilt in her ass. She was screaming as she did it, after it was in, her body felt so deliciously full that she no longer felt the pain of her stretched out ass or of the cuts in her wrist caused by the handcuffs when she had thrown herself back so hard.

He held as much of the baton and flashlight in his hand as he could, but they were so wide around that he could not clutch both of them very well; he started to pump them in and out, in and out, slowly. It was hard, they were both in her ass so tight, but with each push and pull it became easier and easier until her was fucking her ass with them and a good, strong pace, pulling them nearly out before pushing them in again.

Mandy was grinding hard against the gun hand, trying to get more and more of his arm up into her twat. The gun was so far up her now she wondered if it hadn't simply torn up into her body, but it felt so good. She fucked his hand, feeling his wrist slide into her cunt. Just a bit more, she was thinking, and maybe . . .

Sharp pain ripped through her butt cheek - the unmistakable feeling of teeth biting hard, very hard. With that pain, she exploded into a massive orgasm. She rocked back and forth, yanking hard on the chains, and holding them for support. He kept fucking her ass with the baton and flashlight, and she pumped herself on his hand. She could feel the flood of cunt juices washing out across his hand, and along with it, she could feel herself ejaculating. She rarely ever ejaculated, only twice before and only for a few small squirts, but this time she a flood! It was like she was peeing out a gallon of water, there was so much. Orgasm after orgasm washed through her body, each one long, intense, and very wet. She had at least half a dozen before her legs gave out and she fell back on the man's hand. He removed his fist and gun out of her snatch; she was so wet, and that combined with the fact that she was still cumming, he just about fell out. He yanked hard on the baton, ripping it from her bunghole roughly - it was painful, but that only increased her orgasm. He let her asshole close tightly around the handle before pulling the flashlight from her ass, too.

He pushed her aside and she fell to the ground, hugging the support beam for the circular stairs and cooing softly to herself. "Oh, thank you! That was wonderful!"
"I shouldn't reward you like that for being late," the man replied, his voice no longer so muffled. The lights came on, showing the disarray around the apartment - her belt and all the equipment in it strew across the floor, her uniform tossed carelessly about, the torn remains of her underwear lying across the sofa.

"I'm sorry, Kevin," Mandy said, making lost puppy-dogs eyes at her boyfriend. "I got caught up with paper work. I'll make it up to you."

Kevin smiled and nodded, used to her terrible hours and chronic lateness. "I had dinner all prepared, too." He unlocked her handcuffs, and she moved into a sitting position, rubbing her sore wrists. "So, when did you figure out it was me?"

"When you started smacking my ass with the baton. I didn't know it was you, but for some reason I just felt more relaxed - safer, like I knew it was you without actually thinking about the fact that it was you."

"I thought you might, getting as excited as you did. I can't imagine it works that way in a real rape."

Mandy nodded, having talked to several rape victims in her time as a cop, but she didn't go any more into it. She didn't even want to think about work. "I'm going to get changed, I'll -"

When she tried to stand, he pushed her back to the floor with his foot. "I never said you could stand up," he said with raw determination and power in his voice. "And you sure as hell aren't putting on any cloths, not until I give you permission."

They had talked about her rape fantasy before and how she had always wanted to be dominated wholly and completely, but up until now they had only ever played at light bondage, using her handcuffs, and light S&M, mainly clawing, biting, and spanking. And, of course, she had always been into hard and heavy anal, and more recently into anal stretching, which Kevin had found amazingly sexy. This, though, was unlike anything they had ever done by leaps and bounds, and it was an amazing thrill for her. Already her nipples were hard with excitement and she could feel her cunt start to moisten.

"I'm going to go heat up my dinner; yours, however, will remain cold. Unless you can find some way to warm it," he got up and started to walk to the kitchen. "Maybe peeing in you soup will warm it up some," he said with a laugh. She sat on the floor watching him go, her eyes wide with surprise and her cunt on fire with desire.

"Well, come on," Kevin snapped his fingers at her, then impatiently tapped his leg, trying to get her to come to him. "Crawl to you food like the bitch you are."

She crawled after him on her hands in knees into the kitchen, and was surprised to find that her meal was, indeed, sitting on the floor, and of course, there were no utensils. There was a bowl of soup, so she crawled over to that and lapped some of it up. New England clam chowder - normally one of her favorites, but being cold as it was, it tasted horrible. He was microwaving his food, and she might just have to warm hers up as well, anyway that she could . . .

Kevin laughed mithlessly as he looked down at her chowder smeared face, and she gazed loving like back at him only to have him kick her on the ass. "Get eating, bitch. When I'm done, you're done, so you had better eat quickly, cause you are going to need your strength for tonight, I promise you."

Mandy knew that she was going to have a long and fulfilling night, though she doubted it would be the calm, restful night she had originally hoped for. This was so much better.