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Cops (alt Title Pig on a spit?)
CloCkwERX - Gekko_dev@hotmail.com

2003

Chapter 1
We sat, staring at each other. I narrowed my eyes, a look of determination 
apparent on my features. My gaze was returned, rather a drunken version of 
it though. With a dull thud, his head hit the table and unconsciousness 
claimed him. I smiled, a roar of appreciation bursting forth from the large 
group of males packed around us both. The drinking games had started early, 
taking their toll on some members of the group. As I stood, raising my fist 
like a victorious gladiator, the cheering grew louder.

A true stag night.

I staggered over to the bar, my thoughts disjointed. I slurred something 
about beer and much to my delight discovered one in front of me. Surrounded 
by drunken fools, I am. I suppose you are wondering who I am exactly. I'm 
the best-fucking-drunk-man. The guy who this party is for, he's the one that 
just passed out a moment ago. He can't handle his alcohol, I should know. 
We've known each other since childhood, and we are as close as brother can 
be. I'm an only child, so he kinda was a brother to me. We'd lost touch over 
the years, but now he was going to be wed, and I was his best man. Hell, I 
hadn't seen him in 5 years.
But this isn't the story of our life, its about a part of it.

Chapter 2
She was diminutive, with her skin betraying a hint of her Latin blood. Her 
eyes were filled with apprehension, her breathing slightly rapid. Standing 
in the doorway, she eyed the room full of drunken males. Appreciative hoots 
came from some of the guys, after all she was hot. Her uniform only seemed 
to make her more attractive, the badge drawing attention to her pert tits, 
the belt encircling one hell of an ass. Handcuffs and a police baton hung 
from her waspish waist. Her gaze met mine, time seemed to slow. Her lips 
parted slightly, tongue flicking over them.
"Alright, listen up. Who's in charge here?" she called out. I looked over at 
the main man. He seemed rather unconscious at this moment.
"I guess that would be me, officer." I replied. Silence fell in the room.
"We've had some complaints about the noise. I'm going to have to ask you a 
few questions, down at the station."
"Station? Oh come on." Station? What the hell? Am I just drunk or does that 
seem a little unfair. Fine, if she wants to be rude...
"I'm sorry sir, but I'm going to have to." She stated insistently.
"Fine. Who am I to complain when a beautiful lady wants to play with 
handcuffs." She raised an eyebrow at me. I stared right back. Nervous laughs 
echoed briefly, half of the guys wondering what was going to happen. She 
walked right up to me, hand reaching for the cuffs.
"Oh come on, I was kidding. You don't have to cuff me. Is this really 
necessary?"
"Turn around, hands against the wall, legs shoulder width apart." I looked 
over at everyone, wondering what the hell to do. In the end I gave up and 
faced the wall, as ordered. I felt her hands move over my body, frisking me 
for weapons. Now this was too much. The cuffs clicked shut around my wrists.

Chapter 3
I stood there, waiting for something, anything, to happen. I waited for my 
rights to be read, just like on Law & Order. Nothing. Footsteps. Music 
started up, jeering cat-calls followed. What? I tried to turn around, my 
beer addled mind still hadn't cottoned on.
She stood there, dancing like some kind of stripper. I mentally kicked 
myself. Of course she was some kind of stripper. As I turned around, I 
admired her from behind. The jacket came off, the hoots got louder. She 
turned on the spot and noticed I was looking at her. She pointed a finger at 
me and waggled it, like I was some kind of animal that wasn't quite 
housetrained. She made her way back over to me, pushed me back up against 
the wall.
"Did I say you could move, did I?" she demandingly inquired. Every harsh 
syllable reeked of power and authority, it was obvious she knew how to work 
this act. Stupidly, I was drunk enough to attempt to exert my macho bravado.
"Get me out of these damn handcuffs and into your panties, if you don't mind 
there sugar..." I replied, a small part of my mind telling me that this wasn't 
the kind of thing you said to someone as tough sounding as her. It was about 
then when I felt the baton touch my inner thigh, through the heavy fabric of 
my trousers.
"Next time you speak, you'll get to find out what this is used for." I 
meekly nodded, nervous all of a sudden about the damage a baton could do to 
my privates.
The strip continued, her tits out and pants now off. She stood in a slutty 
little g-string, equipment belt, stockings and still managing to keep on her 
police hat. I was turned around to find her rubbing her body all over mine. 
I've got to say it had a lot of effect. She noticed.
"Oh, what's wrong. Can't the little boy control himself?". Laughter of all 
of my newfound drunken friends rang out, I went red with a mix of anger and 
embarrassment. She addressed the crowd.
"Maybe I'll just have to find a real man here tonight. Would there me any of 
those here...?" More roars of appreciation, a few bills were thrown at her and 
eager men stepped forward to slip them to her more, well personally. The 
stripping continued for some time to come, me, forgotten.
Well, not entirely. My friend Jimmy came over, he's a bit rough around the 
edges. I kinda helped him out this one time, I won't go into details, but 
he's always looking to repay me. To cut a long story short, Jimmy must of 
swiped the keys when he tipped the stripper. He took one look at me, and 
undid the fucking handcuffs. He was as angry as I was, although I guess 
that's no excuse for what we did next.

Chapter 4
I grabbed a drink and gulped it down, undecided about a plan of action. I 
wanted to kill that stripper, making me look so fucking stupid in front of 
everyone. It was when Jimmy handed me the syringe and leant close to whisper 
in my ear I felt I might be doing something wrong. I shook my head and 
pressed the needle back. Jimmy looked angry for a moment, then broke into a 
smile.
I went off to drink some more and massage my wrists back to life when I 
heard a scream of sheer terror. Someone killed the music, and when I figured 
out the source of the racket a chill crept down my spine.
Jimmy's pants were around his ankles, the stripper was down on her knees. I 
watched as she shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. She sobbingly 
began to submit, the moment her pretty little lips touched the head of his 
cock, a cheer broke out from most of the guys. It seemed like I was the only 
one who noticed the sharp point against her neck, concealed by Jimmy's hand 
and her hair. Her lips slid down the shaft of his cock, you could see she 
was sucking with the fear of God in her. Her tongue pressed against the base 
of his cock, whirling around. Her cheeks hollowed and her head began to bob 
up and down. Jimmy rocked back and forth between her lips, you could tell he 
was close. Wet tears trickled down her face, she looked like a true slut at 
that moment. The reason? Jimmy pulled out, and pumped his cock with his hand 
a few times.
"Beg me to blow all over your pretty little face slut" he ordered. She 
sobbed a few more times.
"Please, don't hurt me... I didn't do anything; I was just doing my job... 
Please...". This was all Jimmy needed, a splatter of cum exploding all over 
her face. Jimmy relaxed, a huge grin all over his face. He grabbed her by 
the wrist and dragged her off to the other room.

"I've had my fun... the rest of you are welcome to her," he said to the rest 
of us before turning to the girl, "and you, whore, are going to fuck and 
suck anyone who wants it or I slit you ear from ear." A whimper was his only 
response. I've got to say it, I was mad. I pushed my way to the front, 
ripping at my belt. She had collapsed in a sobbing pile, but when she felt 
me rip at her g-string she tried to get up and run. I was too fucking angry 
to let that happen, ripping it down.
I held her in place; Her head lolled a little, evidently Jimmy had gone and 
done it. This made her much more submissive. I looked at her shaved snatch, 
it was almost dripping. She was getting off on this! I rammed two of my 
fingers into her, pushing in hard despite the constriction. She was fighting 
me even as she began to moan a little, I think more from fear than anything. 
One of the other guys had his cock out and she reluctantly took it into her 
mouth, Jimmy's cum dripping off of her face to her chest. Using my fingers 
to help spread her a little, a nestled the tip of my cock at her dripping 
entrance. It was about then I decided to have some fun. I let my other 
fingers slip to her clit, and began to rub it a little. Her whole body shook 
with a new wave of tears, her body betraying her. She began to rock back a 
little, her wet cunt driving her to try to get my cock inside of her. She 
began to moan a lot louder, muffled by the cock in her mouth. This wasn't 
fear anymore, the drugs must have kicked in. I waited until she gasped for 
air, then rammed my cock all of the way into her. She might have been fucked 
up on drugs, horny as fuck and damn wet, but it didn't stop the scream of 
sheer pain escape her.

I fucked hard, rhythmic poundings upon her petite body. With my fingers 
buried inside of her, my cock was angled so it hit her g-spot every now and 
then. I could tell when I did, her body shook as the waves of pleasure shot 
along her spine. I felt the pressure in my cock build, I held on 
desperately. It became a blur of pleasure upon pleasure , my anger and lust 
combined to make me spurt my cum inside of her a lot faster than I usually 
would have.

I don't remember this part too well, I was drunk as fuck. I do remember 
however that after a few more of the guys had a go, and we drank a lot more, 
things got rougher. Someone got the idea of taking incriminating photos of 
the groom and this slut, and as one we descended upon him. He had woken up a 
little bit, but was still hammered. We dragged him as a group, and forced 
his face to her pussy. Instinct must have made him start licking, and we all 
got a nasty insight into his sex life.
"Oh... please, don't... yes, yes, deeper... I'm so close"
My cum and three other guys' was dripping out of her cunt, she ground back 
against his face harder and harder. The insight came when he shifted up, and 
started to rim her. I exchanged looks with a few of the other guys, who knew 
his bride to be. My attention was drawn back to them; she was panting hard 
and fast, trembling with lust. I could have made her cum just by touching 
her at that moment there. Part two of the plan was about to start. We kicked 
the groom out of the way, let him curl up and pass out in the corner. She 
still had on her stupid equipment belt, and I wanted to make her feel like 
it did. I grabbed the baton, and when she saw she began to beg again. This 
time it wasn't to leave her alone, not by a long way. Where the girl got 
such a filthy mouth I'll never know.
"Spank me, cum on me, fuck me, I need cum. Oh god I'm high! I need cock now! 
Please, fuck-mmmphf!" Her drug induced ramblings were cut off as I began to 
tickle her tight asshole with the cold steel of the baton.
"Oh my god, push it in, I need it..." she pleaded. The guys cheered me on as I 
began to let it sink into her. Inch after inch disappeared - she just knelt 
and took it, moaning the whole time. Words can't really describe this, I've 
never been great with them. I will tell you however that I have never seen a 
hotter sight, in reality or fantasy. A few of the other guys had been 
standing around beating off, the sight of her body shaking as the waves of 
pleasure shot through her was enough to send them all over the edge more or 
less together. Cum splattered all over her face and back, some hitting her 
on the brow and dripping down to her mouth. She moaned louder than ever, her 
body finally giving in to a long awaited orgasm. The needles of sensation 
stabbed into her mind, amplified by the drugs in her system. Her body seemed 
to respond like a finely tuned piano being played by a master of the art, 
bliss filled her soul. She wept.

Chapter 5
I didn't think about her again, not until the ceremony. They had it put off 
a few weeks, due to the groom suffering severe alcohol poisoning. I stood at 
the end of the isle, with the groom and a few of the bride's maids. I wasn't 
thinking about anything in particular, when I noticed one of them. She was 
diminutive, with her skin betraying a hint of her Latin blood. Her eyes were 
filled with apprehension, her breathing slightly rapid. I leaned over to the 
groom.
"What's she so nervous about?" He shrugged.
"I don't know. She's my wife's cousin. Fucking sexy, isn't she. You know I 
hear she works as a stripper sometimes? I only met her the other week. If I 
had of met her 17 months ago... well, who knows..."
I looked closer. Diminutive, delicate and fearful Latin features. Works as a 
stripper? She looked up at me, waved and smiled an evil little smile. Her 
gaze dragged down to my groin, and her eyes radiated pure evil.

I began to sweat.






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