Heather Brown - Raped policewoman

Ted continued to gush hot cum up my cunt, there seeming to be no end to his supply. Having him come inside of me was like turning on a fire hydrant and then not being able to turn it off because of the intensity of the escaping torrent it spewed. If he didn't stop coming, I was certain that I was somehow going to drown from the inside, his discharge accumulating inside me alarmingly as he came and came again.

My ass had stopped even trying to resist, my asshole just collapsing in abject surrender around the hard rubber exterior of the rampaging dildo. I wondered when it would finally tear through the membrane and my ass and bowels would suddenly be overwhelmed with an overflow of jizz from my engorged cunt.

Finally, he stopped coming inside of me, and then suddenly I felt as though an immense burden had been lifted and that I was floating on air. The intense throbbing of my gaping cunt and ruined asshole told me that he had abruptly withdrawn his twin battering rams, leaving my two fucking canals reflexively grasping in vain for the hard stiff pricks that were no longer inside.

I toppled off the coffee table and lay groaning on the floor, peering down at my crotch and savoring the sight of rich pools of jizz oozing from my cunt, my elongated pussy lips hanging out like a tired dog's tongue, my exhausted clit shriveled back to its original size.

Somewhere within me I knew that the end was not near. There was still one more act I had to complete before my incredible journey was over. But how could I finish without any cock inside me?

I soon found out, as Ted came to me and hovered menacingly over my disheveled form, the room light glinting off his bared teeth. The shadow of his dildo and cock spread over my face, their image blanketing my line of vision as Ted loomed more and more directly above me.

My eyes bugged out in alarm as he took his now flaccid prick in his hand like a butcher handling a huge roll of sausage and pointed it at me.

"Oh, my God, I see, I see!" I cried, realizing at the last instant how it was all going to end.

I could see the center of his cock, a milky glob of sperm sliding sloppily from it. It seemed to hiss at me as it opened its narrow edges. Suddenly I realized that the hiss was real and he was pissing on me.

"This is what you deserve," he snarled, bathing my face with the exhilarating torrent of a piss. "At last we've discovered what you're good for – a human toilet."

My body jumped at his degrading words. My tongue greedily reached out seeking to get every drop of his steaming piss. I knew I was almost there now as I lapped his urine, and then, suddenly, there I was coming. Without a second thought I jumped, and my body finally gave in and I was swept into the most agonizingly exotic downward flight of orgasm that I had ever endured.

My body relaxed as I let the shuddering spasms of my coming overtake me, the incessant convulsions throwing me all over the floor like I was having a fit. I was totally at the mercy of the nervous impulses of my body, shaking and shivering.

I let myself go totally, feeling the saliva drool from my mouth as though I were a helpless infant. My bowels gave way and hot shit coursed down an asshole stretched so large that the foulness sprayed in a shotgun burst from between my parted cheeks. My bladder collapsed, sending a gushing stream of warm piss through my cunt to mix with all the other discharges already choking it with effluence, then puddling like a yellow lake on the floor.

I lay there, moaning and barely conscious, in a pool of my own urine and feces, my cunt and ass swelling into discolored, bruised mounds by the moment, the welts on my back and thighs pulsing angrily in bloody trails across my flesh.

The heat really got intense as the nights wore on. Almost as though he had learned the police had assigned their ace investigator to the case, the rapist began accelerating his activity, striking sometimes more than once a night. Because of the growing intensity of the case, by now I was with Ted almost constantly as we worked around the clock trying to solve the crimes. They wouldn't have approved of it downtown, but for the time being I was living with him so we wouldn't have any problems throwing ourselves at each other in an orgy of fucking and sucking whenever we had a few moments to ourselves.

God, I was crazy about Ted. The first night with the sado-masochistic tricks was just a prelude to an endless variety of sex Ted had brewing in his libido. Jesus, what a man to have at your side. No wonder he was the department's top sex crime investigator – there was no trick a sex maniac could think of that Ted hadn't already thought of. How could they elude him when he had a dirtier mind than they did, and was always one jump ahead of them?

The thing about Ted was that no matter what the sexual activity was – sado-masochism, bondage, reversed sex roles, leather, golden showers – he always threw himself into it with the utmost conviction, so that each time we fucked in a different way, I really believed that this was really his thing. I don't know, but maybe in the scope of his limitless supercharged libido, there was room for them all.

In any case, the combination of hard work and hard fucking apparently seemed to agree with me because even after a few hours' sleep, I was never tired. Despite irregular meals, usually picked up on the run in greasy spoon joints like the Whammo Burger, I actually gained three pounds, all of it apparently going to my cunt, Ted laughingly suggested.

We spent a great deal of time going over the rapist's mode of operation, looking for clues we might have previously missed. Increasingly, however, we were being interrupted by the report of a new assault and would have to race to the scene of a new rape, always to find some poor woman with her clothes torn off, raped and beaten to a pulp, her abused cunt looking like one of the lacerations covering her naked bruised body after her crazed assailant had gotten through with her.

If the victim remembered anything, it was always the same thing – the rapist apparently had an enormous cock, and being ravaged by it was apparently enough to obliterate the memory of anything else.

Two days short of our first month's anniversary together, Ted and I were huddled in a small dingy room at the station chewing pencil stubs and drinking cold coffee, wishing for clues, when the phone rang as it so frequently did lately.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Ted said when he got the message, slamming the receiver down.

"What happened?"

"He just struck again."

"Where?"

"Outside General Hospital. He just raped the director of nursing."

We dashed out of the building and piled into the special squad car we were using, a special driver loaned to us from downtown on stand-by to whisk us to the scene of the latest atrocity.

The squad car wheeled around corners on two wheels toward General Hospital. When we got there, there was the usual circle of panic around the victim, even experienced hands aghast at the pitiful wreck her naked body had become. But this time, in addition to the customary similarities, there was also something markedly different from anything that had happened before.

"This time we spotted him," a uniformed cop said frantically to Ted.

"What?" Ted blurted, startled by the first break in the case.

"Right, we gotta look at him. The cop on the beat got here just as the guy was finishing with her. Saw him run down McKinley Avenue right over there and turn right in an alley on Harding going south. An A-P-B's already been put out for him and we just got a probable sighting that he was seen going north on Tyler Boulevard."

"Quick, let's get the hell over there," Ted said, grabbing me and pushing me toward the car.