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Now she was here she had to be strong. This was her chance to stop a truly evil person, to justify what she had done to Linda. If she could arrest John Pressman her career, her whole life would have meaning. At least she was not alone. Her fellow police officers were moving into position. As soon as she asked for help they would kick down the door and come running in to save her.
"Can I get you anything before we get started" John asked in a civil tone. "No.... allll rightyy then why don't you get on your knees and start sucking my cock." Susan acted as if she was surprised.
"You know I am a lesbian I can't suck a man's nasty cock, and if you try to force me I will call the police. You would go to jail for rape. This has gone far enough, I am leaving now," she said as she headed for the door.
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John punched her as hard as he could in the stomach and then gave her a vicious backhand that spun her around and knocked Susan to the floor.
He took out his boot knife and said ,"open your mouth bitch. Since you don't want to suck my cock you can suck on this instead. Susan was stunned, bleeding, and in pain she began to lose her composure.
"Please don't hurt me, don't rayuhhh", she choked as John stuck his knife into her open mouth.
"Suck it bitch, suck my knife or I'm gonna fuck your face with it. I want you to lick it, suck it, and then deep throat it. John made her suck his knife for about 5 minutes.
Susan's mouth and tongue were bleeding from several accidental superficial cuts.
"Let's try this again. I am going to ask you if I can fuck the various holes on your body with my nasty man cock. Every time you say no I will assume that you would rather have me fuck you with this nice clean knife instead. Maybe you will enjoy it shoved to the hilt in your round, juicy ass, perhaps you get hot at the thought of me fucking this knife into your tight wet snatch. Who am I to judge you. If that's the way you want it I will do my best to fuck the living shit out of you with my little friend. "
Susan began to cry as John's 8 inch cock was put in front of her face. "Why are you doing this, why are you raping me. Please somebody help me. Help Police!!!" she screamed hysterically.
John laughed and said" Scream all you want the walls in here are 100% soundproof. You know the funny thing is the police had about a dozen video cameras at my apartment, if we were there they probably would be kicking in my door right now. That's why I took you to a buddy's house. Ronald's gonna eat you up."
John was still chuckling to himself as he spread Susan's beautiful ass and began dry fucking her. "You are under arrest, I am a police woman, stop fucking my ass and put your hands on top of your head. Do you hear me! I am a Lesbian police woman, do as I say right now!" Susan blubbered.
"Beautiful, sexy, a fellow rapist AND she has a sense of humour. I think me and Ronald are going to enjoy fucking you for a long, long time."
Susan's screams, and John's laughter mingled together to make a fine, rich harmony long into the night.
AFTERWORD
I received an interesting e-mail a few weeks back. It seems I offended someone because I do not put story codes in the header. According to this well meaning individual this is extremely poor taste. It did not exactly piss me off but I mean come on! The title of most of my stories have the word rape in them. I have to believe that anyone reading them knows what they are in for. If they don't well that's just too fucking bad. This is adult erotic fiction fantasy. I am a reasonable person. If anybody was completely surprised and horribly offended by any of my stories drop me a line at jaz170@webtv.net Intelligent specific suggestions will always receive a courteous reply. The above story had m/f, f,f violence, nc. Usually there will be a little "inc" as well. There now I can rest easy.
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My name is Tabitha. The firm I work for sent me to Baltimore on business. The 2nd night there I was dining in the hotel restaurant when the hostess approached my table.
"Our tables are full up right now and those three women standing by the door asked if I would inquire about their dining with you. I think they're tired of waiting on a table," she said laughingly.
I looked over at the three women she pointed out to me. All three were attractive, well dressed, business women. Or they appeared to be by their dress.
"Why not, I told the hostess. I haven't had a decent personal conversation since I left Indiana."