Heather Brown - Raped policewoman

When the headaches started, I realized that I didn't have the strength to go on without help. They were piercing lances of pain that penetrated like laser beams. Deciding to do something about myself, I turned to the only person I could trust, Professor Higgins. I called her office at the university and made an appointment with her secretary.

"I was wondering what became of you," Professor Higgins said the next day when I entered her office. At first, I was too embarrassed to tell her how I had failed.

"Well… I… uh…" I stammered.

"I'd almost think you've been avoiding me," she said pointedly.

"No… uh… not really," I lied, knowing all too well that I had been avoiding her because I was too ashamed as a failure to face her.

"I think so," she said. "And I'll bet it has something to do with the police."

I looked up in surprise. "How did you know?" I blurted.

"I'd say it was my woman's intuition," she said smiling, "except that I don't believe in that sexist bullshit."

"No, really, how did you know?" I said, grinning back at her, grateful that the tension seemed gone and that she seemed to understand what was wrong in advance, which would make it a lot easier to talk about. I felt a new sense of serenity knowing that there was someone in the world who cared about me.

"Working with a bunch of male chauvinist pigs in a crummy place like a police precinct is hardly calculated to keep a young woman in sound mental health," she said.

"But you encouraged me to join…" I blurted.

"True," she admitted. "But I never said it would be a bed of roses, either. Now, why don't you tell me about it and we'll see what we can cook up to get you out of it."

I couldn't resist her invitation to divest myself of the burden I had been carrying around for weeks, and immediately started talking a mile a minute, telling her everything.

"Wow!" was her response at the end of my story.

"What should I do?" I pleaded. "I'm going nuts hanging around the house doing nothing. And it's not over yet. I'm on suspension, but sooner or later they'll do something permanent about my case and it won't be pretty. I could end that prospect by quitting the force now, but I'm hooked on the salary. Jesus, I'm dying."

"So's everybody else," she said evenly, "some of us just kill ourselves faster. And, my dear, right now you're one of them. You've got to throw this off your shoulders and regain your self-respect."

"How?"

"The rapist is still at large, isn't he?" she said.

"Yes, Ted and I were the closest anybody's ever gotten to him."

"Then go after him," she said tersely.

"What? On my own?"

"Why not? The police aren't doing a blessed thing. From what you tell me, who knows more than anybody else about the habits of the rapist."

"Well… I guess me… you know, working with Ted and all. But Ted was really the brains of the operation."

"But who's the only one living?" she bluntly asked.

"Well, uh… me, but…"

"Then go to it, girl!" she exclaimed, pounding her fist on the desk for emphasis. "If you crack this case, you'll not only avenge the death of this man you say you loved, you'll cement your relationship with the police department so strongly you'll be able to stay on the force as long as you want. Which, I imagine, won't be long when attractive offers start coming your way from all the publicity you'll get."

"Jesus," I gasped in wonder, "it never occurred to me. You're right, I do know more about that sex maniac than anyone. We were right on top of him. But how can I get that close to him on my own, without a squad car, radios, and all that?"

"You've got yourself," she said simply.

"How will that…"

"You know the general vicinity where he's likely to strike, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then be there."

"You mean…"

"As a victim," she nodded affirmatively.

Well, why not, I thought. On my own I could do one thing the cops never gave me a chance to try, even though I had practically volunteered to use my body as bait to attract the rapist. That would show those bastards once and for all that a woman's body was good for something more than having babies and fucking the old man whenever he got drunk and felt like it.

"I'll do it," I said, getting up and going around the desk to hug Professor Higgins, our embrace quickly turning into one of our patented soul kisses, our tongues darting wetly into each other's mouths like cocks inside twin cunts.

"Then why don't we celebrate?" she said after we finally came up for air, my hand dropping to her breasts so I could feel the sharp points of her erect nipples poke through the sheer fabric of her blouse.

"Right on," I said, squeezing one of her small, hard tits and feeling the engorged nipple pulsing against my fingertips.

"I've got something I've been saving for you," Professor Higgins said.

Before I could ask what it was, she had already scrambled out from under me. She stepped to a file cabinet, unlocked the bottom drawer, and leaned over so that I could admire the rounded cheeks of her pantyless ass while she rummaged through the contents until she found what she was looking for. As she searched I saw that she didn't just have the customary books and papers in the drawer, but also a number of items apparently made of rubber or leather.

Professor Higgins drew out what first looked to be a thick length of rubber hose, a bouncy length of resilient black rubber more than two feet long. By now I had been around to instantly know that it wasn't a hose. For each end of the rubber instrument was shaped like the bulbous head of a huge black penis.

"Sweet fuck," I whistled in appreciation, "a two-headed dildo."

Professor Higgins grinned lasciviously. She clamped her fist around the middle of the long rubber cock. Shaking her fist, the glistening shafts of the prick of my fantasies bobbed and weaved their bulging heads like enraged sidewinder snakes. She took out a tube of K-Y Jelly and began to smear the lubrication over each glossy latex head.

"Oh, God, how does it work, as if I couldn't guess?" I gasped, peeling off my skirt and then yanking down my sopping panties, looking down and seeing the furry mound of my panting cunt thrust forward in anticipation.

"Just wait, my horny little pupil," Professor Higgins said with tantalizing firmness. Rubbing the jelly thoroughly over the twin heads of the dildo, she smiled and climbed on top of the desk. She abruptly pulled her shift dress over her head and doffed it to the floor, sitting there totally nude.

"Climb on up," she offered, spreading her legs so I could get a good shot of her inviting hairless cunt, its crimson lips puffily beckoning me toward them.

I hoisted myself onto the desk, my thighs quivering and my pussy lips vibrating in anticipation, the cream gushing from the inside of my hot cunt.

"Spread your legs – wide! This is going to drive you wild," she promised.

I sighed with expectation and, parted my trembling thighs, exposing the full hairy borders of my dripping snatch, the turgid pussy lips parted in a sensuous vertical pout, the foaming interior waiting to be fucked. I fell back on my shoulders and totally gave my cunt to her.

With her massaging fingers, Professor Higgins parted the soggy lips of my pussy, the odor from the accumulated juice inside my cunt filling the room with its muskiness. Placing the huge head of one end of the artificial cock against the oozing mouth of my cunt, she applied pressure.

"Ooooh," I hissed as the black rubber bar slid deeply into my fuck-famished cunt. "Oooooh, God, drive it all the way through me," I begged.

Professor Higgins crammed about half the long prick into my voracious pussy, watching entrancedly as my cunt stretched into a wide O to receive the sexual bludgeon. "Now for me," she said.