Perverts 'R' Us

A 36th (Dirty Sexed) Precinct Tale: Bloody Christmas

By The Purvv ( M/f, non-con, pedo, rape, viol, IR )

Note from the author: This story of two perverted cops amusing themselves with a dead body and then with the victim's child is my least favorite. It's a mean story the author DOES NOT recommend for his regular readers. Yet it's posted here knowing that sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.

Prologue

It has been called the 'Blue Wall of Silence', a dirty little secret that is not even discussed within the precincts themselves. Although those that engage in it never speak about it, it is nonetheless practiced by nearly 100% of the police officers in this country.

Simply put, it means that if another officer does something against the law and it is found out, it is not acted upon nor commented upon by fellow officers. And when one of their own gets caught with his or her hands in the cookie jar, none of the others will come forward saying that they knew of the problem or that they would be willing to testify against a 'brother' officer.

Every police department in the world has its incompetents and misfits. There are thieves, burglars, rapists and even murderers in the midst of some departments. Thankfully, for the rest of us, they only number less than 1% of the police. Of course, when they are found out by outside authorities they are dealt with, but all too often not in the courts. Usually they will simply be quietly fired. Rarely are they ever arrested.

The City of Gourdian has a unique way of dealing with these police officers. They are usually banished to the 36th (Dirty Sexed) Precinct.

These pages have revealed some of the stories surrounding these 'bad' policemen, but this is probably the most bizarre.

'Family Dispute'

Bill Muller and John Pope were teamed as Radio Car partners for the better part of five years. Prior to that each of them had been investigated by Internal Affairs and although nothing could prove them guilty as charged in the complaints of sexual abuse against them, there certainly was enough suspicion to transfer them out of their individual precincts and to send them off to the '36th'.

Once they were teamed they not only became partners, they also became good friends. The two families became very close and Bill and John drank and caroused around together; even during their off-duty time. At work, they each had their odd moments and even if one of them did not participate, he would always ignore any wrongdoing by his partner.

Christmas Eve was their first day of work back after three days off and they were now working on the midnight shift. It was a Thursday.

About 1 AM, they were dispatched to investigate a call of a 'family dispute' at an apartment complex in the Watercourse Section of town. When they arrived at the apartment in question, 9-year-old Debbie Hollins let them in. The young black girl was crying hysterically as she pointed to her mother who lay on the kitchen floor. The older woman was very naked...and very dead!

Debbie told them that her mother had been fighting with her boyfriend, who apparently stabbed her to death and then fled.

The officers sent the child into the bedroom while they examined the body.

Before coming to work both Bill and John had stopped and had a few holiday drinks, so they were already feeling a trite silly. Although murders were rare to them they were not totally foreign, they had seen their share. At least once every six months or so these officers encountered a dead body in the line of duty.

"How'd you like to fuck that?" Bill teased his partner, referring to the well-shaped naked body lying on the floor.

They both laughed at the 'joke', and as they continued checking things and taking notes, Bill suddenly recognized the dead woman as a prostitute whom he had once arrested; who had at least on one occasion taken on three guys at one time.

He put his foot between the legs of the body and pushed them further apart. "I know this one," he said. "I locked her up a while ago. Let me tell you, her cunt is so big that you could stick your whole head in there."

John feigned high indignation. "You can stick your head in there; I'm not gonna put mine in!" he smiled and both men giggled and chuckled.

Bill then lowered his nightstick, putting it on the corpse's pussy and said, "What's wrong with this? Wouldn't you want to eat it?" At the same time he was talking, he moved the head of the baton gently along the slit. Suddenly a perverted idea came to him and he added, "She could've taken a cock as big as this stick and she would have loved it. She probably had bigger even...Look."

With some perverse humor, he pushed the tip into the entrance of the dead woman's hole. He delighted at the shocked look on his partner's face.

"Don't...Are you crazy?" John whispered, obviously surprised, but not really opposed. His protest was actually meant as a form of a challenge, prodding his partner to go further.

"Nah, this is nothing. Watch," Bill said as he slowly pushed the nightstick into the dead woman's pussy, pushing it in at least 10 inches. As he did so, he happened to see activity at his partner's crotch. With the nightstick inside of the body, Bill looked down with interest at the tent that had formed in John's pants. There was no doubt that his partner had a hard-on.

Bill was now curious. He looked at his partner with intense interest and at the same time pulled the baton back slowly, almost tantalizingly, out of the cunt. John was obviously highly interested and Bill sensed that his partner was becoming excited.

Again, he pushed the stick deep into the corpse, this time probably reaching 12 inches inside. Again he pulled back. John's eyes were riveted to the nightstick as Bill then began to push it in and pull it out of the pussy with a certain rhythm.

"See? I told you." Bill said quietly. Then, as he stroked the stick in and out he added, "She loves cock...Look..." He continued fucking the body with the stick and his partner's arousal was obviously increasing, as John's breathing was labored, and sweat had broken out on his forehead and upper lip.

Bill continued shoving in and out. "Why don't you fuck her John? Your cock is as big as this, isn't it? And look how she likes big cock."

Although he was teasing, he could see that his partner's brain had crossed over to the other side of the road. He continued with his ramming of the nightstick deep inside and back out of the dead cunt and watched as his partner began to absentmindedly squeeze on his inflamed cock.

Bill considered stopping but he decided against it. He wondered if he could get John so worked up that he would jerk off in front of him.

"She loves big cock, Johnny...LOVES it!"

Bill lowered himself on his knees to devote more of an effort to what he was doing. He continued ramming the baton in and out and John was squeezing himself harder now. Bill urged him on, "Take it out...Cum on her...or in her. She loves cock...Look..."

It was at this point that John pulled his zipper down. His cock was so inflamed that it was hurting within the tight confines of his uniform pants. He was so excited that he just had to cum. Moreover, he knew that Bill would not say anything if he jerked off. He ripped his cock out of his pants.

Bill's eyes widened when he saw what his partner was about to do. He continued hammering the stick as he himself was beginning to become worked-up.

John started to stroke his cock as he watched his friend stick-fuck the naked body.

"NOOO!!!" The voice of the 9-year-old girl shrieked.

Both cops turned to Debbie, who stood in the doorway. Tears were still falling down her cheeks and there was now a look of horror on her face. Bill stopped what he was doing, shocked that he was caught in this act of perversion.

His partner on the other hand did not lose a beat on his prick as he turned and looked at the youngster who was standing there in her panties. When they had first arrived at the house, seeing a 9-year-old black girl in just her panties did nothing for him.

Now that he was completely aroused, however, John suddenly took notice of the black child's body. Stroking his cock, his mind was running wild. He wanted only one thing now. Pussy!

With his hand working on his shaft, he walked toward the youngster. As she saw the wild looking cop approach her, she started to become frightened.

"C'mere honey, look what Santa's got for you!"

From his kneeling position, Bill guessed what was on his partner's mind and what he wanted to do to the youngster. Instead of trying to put a stop to what was about to take place, he found himself acting like a captivated audience. He watched as his partner reached the girl, took his hand from his cock and grabbed Debbie's wrist.

"No, s-stop! Stop mister...Stop!" the youngster ordered as she tried to pull out of the policeman's grasp. She pulled with all of her might, using her legs and body as leverage. Then she was out of his hand but with his sudden release of her, she lost her balance and stumbled on to the floor.

Bill stood and watched in terror as his by now lust-ridden partner quickly dropped his gun-belt. Then, in a frenzy, he opened and dropped his pants. As Bill stared, John pounced on the child and, with his body on hers; his hand began tearing the child's panties off her hips.

"NOOOO! NO! NO! DON'T!" she cried.

John was only there physically at that point, not mentally. His cock was raging. He was in desperate need to become fulfilled. The heat and fight from the child only served to inflame him further.

Then her panties were off her body and he had pushed his body between the legs of this completely naked, vulnerable child. His cock was moving at the child's pussy. Debbie was screaming with all of the force that she could muster. Neither of the cops heard her as they were both sexually obsessed at this time and were both into their own thing.

"OH NO MISTER DON'T...PLEASE. PLEASE DON'T...I...I CAN'T..."

John was taking no prisoners, showing no mercy. The child's mouth opened up, preparing to scream as the big-cocked policeman penetrated quickly within the cunt-lips. And then, with all of his force, he plunged his throbbing prick into the child's virgin cunt, ramming it in violently, tearing her hymen and ripping her tight skin apart.

The youngster's screams were piercing as the policeman began to pound in and out of her bloodied pussy. As the searing pain pierced through her cunt, her teeth clamped down on his shoulder, cutting through the cloth of his uniform shirt.

As he continued thrusting in as out of the hysterical girl she threw her hands up around his neck and ears and with a violence unimagined, her fingers grabbed at him. While her nails scratched and dug into his flesh, her mouth reached up and began taking horrible bites of flesh out of his face.

Bill remained kneeling in excited shock and watching his partner rape this child, pushing in and out with wild abandon. The scene was excitingly grotesque.

Caring only for self-gratification, John cried out in pain and pleasure, "AAAAAHHHHH!" and he continued his terrible assault in the young child's burning pussy.

He thrust as hard as possible to reach the depths within the youngster's bloody cunt, then pulled back almost to the point of withdrawal, and pushed in even harder within her torn cunt lips. He wanted only one thing now. To fill this black pussy with every drop of sperm that he could muster.

The little child was crying, sobbing, and screaming, simultaneously. Her sweaty body continued fighting as she twisted and squirmed frantically at the same time that her hands and mouth were fighting back with every ounce of power that she had.

His climax was at hand and he continued pounding into the tortured child.

"Ohh, nnnnnggggggooooooooOHHHHH..." Animalistic groans and mutterings spewed out of his mouth as his prick exploded his juices into her, deep within her womb.

When their fellow officers entered the apartment, they found John raping the 9-year-old child and the body of the youngster's mother lying on the floor with a nightstick buried almost totally inside its cunt.

This was one of the many stories that never made the newspapers. The officers were quietly fired and the girl was so traumatized from the whole night that she never told a soul.

The End