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The Officer --- Posted By barronnevermore on 05-07-2006,

After four years of college, the time had finally come. It was my last day and I knew that I'd make tonight a night to remember. I had been planning for weeks to have a huge party at my house, which was located right off campus, and I knew alot of people were going to be coming so I was running around all day buying food, drinks and alcohol to make it a great evening. When I finally got home, my roomate, Trish, was sleeping on my couch. I got her up and we set about preparing for the party. It came quicker than we thought and just as we put the last banner up by the door, the first visitor knocked on the door. From there, they didn't stop.

By the time eight thirty came around, we had almost sixty people running around the house. Everyone was drunk by ten and by twelve, only the strong were either still awake, passed out or gone.

My closest friends and I hadn't been drinking all too much. In fact, we stayed in the kitchen away from the majority of the party and instead just talked about how great college had been and where our lives would be going afterwards. It was then that my other friend, Alyssa, suggested the idea of going for a walk down a few blocks to another party that was being held by the Freshman and talk shit. If I had been completely sober, perhaps I'd have been against the idea.. but I wasn't. Cassanda, Alyssa, my friend Beth and I all walked out of the house and began to make our way down the sidewalk to the party going on.

We weren't even two blocks away when a police car came up along side of us with its lights on. I stopped walking and everyone else was quick to, as well.

"Is there a problem, officer?" I asked.

He didn't respond. He just stepped out of his car and came slowly over to us, keeping one hand gripped on to the baton at his side.

"Mam. Are you sober?"
"Sober enough to walk in public, officer."
"I don't believe you."
"Officer. We're just going to a friends house down the road." Cassanda said.
"I don't care. I'm going to have to take you girls in."
"But officer--"
"Get in the car." He said, interrupting me.

The cop was pissing me off, but I did as he told me. The last thing I needed to do was get arrested. The girls followed me and Cassandra took a spot in the front seat, which was divided between the officers seat by a transparent, bullet-proof barrier. When we were all in, he locked the doors and began driving.

"This is shit." I said to Alyssa. "We're not THAT drunk."
"I know, girl. But whatever. Don't worry."

The officer made his way on to the main road and began a steady speed of about fifty-five. He made no attempt at conversation.

After about ten minutes, I realized something. The police station wasn't too far from campus, and campus was near my house where we had been. Where was this man taking us? Before I could open my mouth to ask, he made a sharp turn down a dirt road and then a few more before coming to a sudden stop.

We were in almost complete darkness. Near a small cemetary in the middle of the woods that had unmarked graves everywhere. He stepped out of the car, keeping our doors locked, and then ordered Cassandra out at gunpoint.

Nervously, she listened to him and he brought her over behind a tree. The last thing we saw her do was get down on her knees and crawl behind it, where he stood.

I tried frantically to open my door but it wouldn't budge. I kicked it at it, beat it with my fists, threw my weight into it, but it wouldn't budge. Then, we heard a gunshot and saw Cassandra fall to the ground.

We all started screaming and that's where my memory started going crazy. I must have blocked most of this part out, but I remember hearing him fire it off again. I heard my friends screaming, crying. I saw blood. I saw tears. I saw the officer, smiling as he took advantage of each of us, one by one. He ended two lives that night and beat myself and Beth senseless.

I woke up in a hospital somewhere. I only had a few bruises and cuts. I got off lucky. Beth didn't. She was barely alive.

Somehow, I ended up in a court room later that month. I was being charged with assault on an officer and a ton of other charges that made me and my friends appear to be the culprits.

I did my best to prove that the cop had taken advantage of us, beat us senseless, murdered two of my friends... but nobody believed me. He had planted evidence and somehow appeared injured afterwards. The judge found us guilty and the cop was rewarded with a medal for his bravery.

I served three weeks in jail and nearly lost my post-college job placement privelage. I had to pay a fine which put me deeply into debt and I came very close to losing my apartment.

That bastard took just about everything I'd worked all my life for. I was going to make him pay. I just had to figure out a way how..

One night... after getting home from my second job, I jumped in the shower. I was exausted and wanted to feel clean and then get into bed. While I was in there, I thought about my friends, I thought about the cop, I thought about how my job placement was taking longer than everyone elses, and I thought about how good it would feel to masturbate. So, I did.

It didn't take me long as it had been quite a while... but as I started to explode with unspeakable pleasure, an idea of revenge came to mind...

It turned me on so much I was able to have a double orgasm.

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barronnevermore05-07-2006, 4:22 PM
After spending much of my free time down at the police station, I was able to find out the officers shift and even his name. I watched him from the shadows and preyed on him like a wild animal. The ideas running through my head were very satisfying to me and occasionally, I'd find myself masturbating in my own car to them.

One night, after getting home from my second job, I prepared for the plan. I didn't bother to take a shower but I did dress up. I slid on my favorite skirt and a tight, white tanktop. I tied my hair back and took a look in the mirror. It was time.

"Goodnight, man."
The officer shouted, walking out of the police station and towards the parking lot. It wasn't very well lit and was rather small. When he reached his car, she came out of nowhere. She hit him straight over the head with a metal rod and he was out in an instant.

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barronnevermore05-07-2006, 4:38 PM
"Where... where am I?"
He asked. I smiled.
"You're in hell." I replied.
There was nothing but darkness around us. We were deep in the woods where nobody would be able to hear him scream. He tried to move his hands and I only smiled brighter as he found himself cuffed to a tree behind him.
"Do you remember me, Officer?" I asked, standing over him.
"I can't see you. What the hell is going on?"
"You'll be able to see me soon enough." she replied.
"Wait a second.. I know who you are."
I put my foot up on his chest and waited for him to continue.
"You're that girl. That girl who I arrested. Haha."
"Yeah. I'm that girl."
"What are you going to do? Blow me like you did before?"
That struck a nerve. Without hesitation, I moved my foot over his balls, lifted my leg and then dropped down with full force. All I heard from him was a loud grunt and the cuffs jingling as he tried to sprawl around.
"I'm going to kill you." she said. "I'm going to use you first, though. You're going to lick my cunt, you're going to lick my ass, and you're going to take what I give you and love it. You'll worship me and die either way... so make the best of it, bitch."
He groaned and coughed up random insults, but I didn't care to listen. I was going to enjoy every moment of this. I slid my foot off him and reached under my skirt to pull my panties off. Dropping them to the ground, I stepped over his head and shined a flashlight down at his face.
"Look up, bitch."
I watched as his eyes opened and he struggled to see what was above him. It took him a minute, but he realized what it was.
"Do you like that?" I asked, fingering my clit.
"Wait now.. Maybe we can talk about this..."
The nervous undertone in his voice made it even better. I felt hot. I felt superior. And the best part, I was. I lowered myself down so I was hovering over his face with my cunt inches from his nose.
"Smell that?"
"Y..y...yes..."
"This is where your hell truely begins, bitch."
Before he could reply, I dropped my wet cunt on to his face and just let him soak in it. He had no way to move, no way to push me off. All he could do was rock his body when he struggled and that caused him to push his nose harder into my clit, which made me even more horny.
"I've been working all day. All day because of you. Because of how you fucked my life up. Well now look at who's paying for it."
He tried to talk, but it was muffled. I rocked back and forth on his face slowly, enjoying every second of torture he endured.
"Sorry sweetheart. I can't hear you with a pussy on your face."
He cried with more muffled grunts but it just made me smile. I moved harder, back and forth. Eventually, I grabbed the back of his head and used his nose as a dildo against my clit. I screamed. I climaxed. Then, I just sat down. I felt the juices flow between his smushed face and my pussy and I used it to gently move up against to prepare me for another orgasm. I knew his air must've been extremely low but he was going to die anyway so it meant nothing to me. All I cared about was feeling good at the expense of his face.

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barronnevermore05-07-2006, 5:00 PM
Eventually, I lifted off his face and felt several cum strings break between us. I grinned down at him and hovered again.
"Aww. You look tired, baby."
"Please.. please no more... " he begged. " I'm.. I'm sorry."
"Aw. That's too bad, isn't it? You don't like my pussy?"
"Please..."
"Keep begging me, bitch." I said, fingering myself again right infront of his face. He grumbled lightly, knowing he couldn't do anything to stop me.
"How.. how old are you, anyway?" he asked.
"You should know. You arrested me, sweety."
"I.. never looked."
"I'm twenty five. Why? Want to know how old the girl is who's going to end your pathetic fucking life?"
"Please... please no more."
"you don't want anymore of my pussy?"
He lightly shook his head.
"Fine. Then you can have a break from that."
He sighed in relief but I wasn't done with him just yet. I turned around and put my ass over his face.
"No!" he yelled. "Anything but that! That's twice as bad!"
"Shut the hell up."
I didn't want to hear his begging anymore. I heard the cries of my friends. I heard the gunshots. I felt used. I felt nothing for him. My asshole dropped right over his nose and I made sure it went as far as it could go inside. I pushed my cunt down on his mouth and formed a nice, tight seal. I controlled the man underneath me. I controlled everything about him. As I once again moved back and forth with his nose up my asshole, I started to taunt him. It made it better for me.
"You know I worked all day. It was a pretty busy day. I'm sure you can tell that, though. You're sniffing my sweaty asshole."
No reply.
"I bet you are a shitty husband... Well, you were a shitty husband."
The thought of him dying underneath my naked ass and pussy kept crossing my mind and made me hot. I wanted to do it. I wanted him to die. Suddenly, an idea crossed my mind. I clenched my asscheeks together, pushed down real hard, and farted. It vibrated against his nose and made me smile because I smelt it almost instantly and knew if I smelt it that fast, it must've been hell for him.
"Sorry about that. It's all that hot food I ate earlier."
I felt him starting to go limp underneath me which confirmed my ability of being able to smother him to death.
"I think that's..-"
I farted again, this time louder.
"Oh, nevermind. I thought that was it."
He went completely still after a few minutes and I pulled my asshole off his face. I thought he was dead but when I checked his pulse, it was barely there.
"Alright, baby. Ready to die?"
He could barely open his eyes to look up at me.
"Please..."
"Please? Alright, alright. I'll cum on your face. Don't beg."
I couldn't control myself anymore. Quickly, I dropped down to my knees with his head between my thighs.
"Just think. last time we were in this position together, it was me begging you for mercy. times sure do change, huh?"
He didn't even have the energy to reply to me.
"Answer me, shithead."
I saw him try to talk but instead, he just choked up a little bit of my cum. I grinned down at him.
"That's cute. You poor little baby."
I lifted up a little and set my pussy straight over his nose.
"This is where it ends for you, hon. Your nose goes in my cunt, your mouth under my asshole. Any last words, sweety?"
"F..Fuc...Bit.."
He could barely talk.
"Aw. I love you, too."
With that, I dropped down on him with my shaved, hot cunt on his nose and his mouth underneath my asshole. I grabbed the back of his head with one hand and fingered myself wildly with the other. His nose went deep inside me and I loved how great it felt making him feel so helpless as I used him for my own personal pleasure. I heard him mumble up cries of last minute help as he looked up at me between my thighs and my eyes met his. He tried to stare at me but he couldn't make me nervous. I made him nervous, now. I stared him down and as I climaxed, I kept my stare on him. It must've made him die quicker because around the third or fourth time I came, his eyes started to look around nervously and his body began to shake. I kept my hard stare at him, though, and smiled. I wanted him to see my smile, smell my cunt and taste my asshole as he died.
I knew when he died because he went limp underneath me. After I sat on him for about thirty minutes after to make sure he was really dead and let myself calm down, I stood up and uncuffed him. I took his body down to the local pond, chained him to a set of rocks and threw him in.

The cops of my town tried to find him, tried to bring suspects in, but nobody ever was found for the murder of the officer. I was able to get my life back together in a few years and I eventually got married. We have great sex but nothing tops how awesome it felt to be in control of that mans life and teach him a lesson he'd take with him to the next life.