Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-8 RETALIATION
THE HOME OF OFFICER WHITMEN
It's officer Douglas Whitmen's day off. He arrives home from an errand to find a strange package on his doorstep. There is no return address, just the word "PIG" written across the top. Whitmen took the package inside, knowing his family would not be home as his wife was at work and his two college age sons were away at school. He opened the package cautiously to find a DVD disc and an open used package of the street drug "Sextacy" inside.
"What the fuck...?" said Whitmen as he pushed the dvd into the recorder. He fell back onto the floor when a video of his lovely wife Crystal popped up. She was laying on a table on her back -naked, her milky white breasts being fondled by large black greasy hands. Her sweet red cunt was being mauled by a huge black cock, as she willingly took turns sucking 3 more huge black dongs at her twisted mouth.
At first Whitmen didn't understand how his wife of many years could do such a thing to him as he watched one man twist her long black hair around in his hand, and hammer his thick meat into her throat like a common whore. Then the man fucking her pulled his huge cock out of her quivering cunt, shot one long thick stream of semen across her wet belly before shoving himself back inside her to finish off his orgasm in her clinching twat.
Whitmen threw up when the man removed his now softening dick, and he heard his wife say; "More...more...give me more...!" just as one of the other cocks started spraying seed across her face.
"That BITCH! That BITCH!! I'll KILL her! How could she do this to me?!!" he screamed, tearing the room apart in anger. Then he suddenly remembered the open bag of Sextasy in the box, and recalled that the drug puts people in a sexual frenzy. He turned back to the TV screen just as another black cock rammed his wife's swollen and cum dripping pussy. She was jacking 2 dicks with her hands while she attended 2 more with her mouth.
Whitmen's eyes narrowed tearfully as he suddenly realized WHO was behind this; TEMPEST WILLIAMS!
Crystal Whitmen was found naked in her car, in a mall parking lot by mall security later that same day. She was taken to the hospital as a "Jane Doe", but police were able to identify her quickly. Whitmen and his police friends rushed to the hospital. Doctors had sedated her, to help ease some of the pain done to her sexually battered body. She would have to have extensive surgery to repair torn damage to her vagina and anal track, due to the over sized phalluses which were mindlessly rammed inside her. They also wanted to run tests to insure that she didn't contract HIV or any STD's during contact. Doctors warned that it would take months to heal his wife, and even longer to insure she is STD free. Whitmen watched his wife sleep through the small window of her room's door, unable to look her face to face, even in her unconscious state.
He looked at her, and all he could see was her being violated over and over, begging for more black cock. He knew that it wasn't HER talking, that it was just the effects of the drugs they pumped into her, but he couldn't help feeling that his wife was now somehow...tainted, -like used goods. He wondered how could he ever look at her again, now that he had this god awful image of her in his head.
"Poor guy..." whispered officer Justine, standing a good distance away from Whitmen by the nurse's station along with his fellow officers; Cooper, Blake, and Gardner. "...it's bad enough to find his wife raped...but the way those lousy niggers fucked her...they must've found every donkey dick coon they could find! Did you hear how badly damaged her vagina was? It was like a crater, or an open cave! They're animals!"
"Shut up, asshole! He can hear you!" warned Cooper.
"Those sons of bitches've got to pay for this!" said officer Blake. "We can't let them get away with this shit!"
"Calm down..." said Gardner, noticing the looks they got from the medical staff attendants. "...this ain't the time and place."
"You heard what was on that video! They did that to send a message!" argued Blake.
"What message?" asked Justine.
Blake grabbed his partner by the arm and lead him into a corner of the corridor for privacy.
"That black guy we fucked over under the bridge....that was Tempest Williams' brother!"
"His brother?" repeated Justine, his jaw dropping.
"We couldn't get to Tempest himself, so we got the next best thing. It was only supposed to be a warning! That we were coming for him!" informed Blake.
"So now he's retaliating by hitting OUR families? By hitting Whitmen's wife!" said Justine.
"Question is, how did that low life scum get Doug's address?" questioned Gardner. "How'd he even know who he was one of the officers that stopped his brother that night? It was an unrecorded stop, no paper work was made and no names were given."
"So someone provided them with our names and addresses?" asked Cooper, his wild eyes reddening with anger.
"Reports say she was car-jacked not 2 blocks from her home, so it's obvious that they knew where he lived." said Gardner.
"But who'd do such a thing?" asked Justine. "Who'd give the out that kind of information on us? Who else besides us knew what happened?"
"JAKE!" answered Cooper without hesitation. "I bet that faggot mother fucker turned coat on us!"
"Jake?" questioned Blake. "Do you really think he'd be stupid enough to snitch on us, knowing he'd be the first person we'd suspect?"
"Why not? We know he's a nigger-lover! You saw the way he defended Tempest's brother that night! He was even willing to share the same fate!" argued Cooper, groping his own crotch in memory of the blow job he nearly got from the officer.
"I don't know." thought Blake out loud. "Bruce, Jake's your partner...do you think he's capable of doing what Coop' says?"
Gardner thought for a moment.
"You know I've tried bringing Jake around to our side by showing him the worse the niggers have to offer, yet he still clings to these unrealistic ideas of the ideal COP. After riding with him, talking to him...I know he's not one of us. So yeh, he's capable."
"Then he's a dead man!" said Blake.
ON PATROL
Rookie officer Jake Valentine felt unusually uncomfortable for some reason as he rode along in the squad car with his older senior partner Bruce Gardner (the Terminator). For one thing, Gardner was extremely quiet this evening, which was unlike him.
The two officers stopped off at a burger shop during a lunch break. Gardner remained in the car while Jake used the rest room. Jake was on his way out when Gardner blew the horn for him to hurry.
"What's up?" asked Jake, as he got into the passenger's seat and strapped in.
"We got a call for back up on a rush on a drug house! We gotta move!" yelled Gardner, turning on the sirens and dashing out of the parking lot. They sped through the streets of north philly, dodging car, people, and taking curves on two wheels. 10 minutes later they pulled in front of what looks to be an abandon 3 story building on a street with very few houses. Two other police vehicles were already there, red and blue flashing lights glowing in the night air to ward off any by-standers.
Jake and Gardner exited the cruiser with their guns drawn. Jake was some what surprised to see that the other officers on site were Whitmen, Cooper, Blake, and Justine.
"This is it? Just us?" he questioned, crouching down behind his car door as a shield. "Where's the other units?"
"On their way! We're the first ones to arrive!" yelled Whitmen from behind his car door.
"Are we going in?" asked Gardner, making sure his gun was ready to fire.
"Shouldn't we wait for the others?" questioned Jake, looking up the street nervously for the back-up units.
"There's no time! They could be barricading themselves in as we speak, or running out the back door, or destroying evidence! We'd better move NOW!" yelled Whitmen, rushing the front door, followed by his partners Cooper, Blake, and Justine.
"We'll take the back!" called Gardner, leading Jake around to the side of the condemned apartment house.
They moved carefully, eyes and ears open as they found a rear entrance leading into the basement. Inside was very dark, near pitch black conditions. They pulled their flash lights to guide them through the maze of rooms. Upstairs they could hear gunshots, setting Jake on high alert. Yelling and running footsteps could be heard rushing across the base boards. His pulse raced with his finger on the trigger as he tried to recall his academy training.
"Gardner?" he called into the dark, realizing he'd lost his partner.
He heard sounds all around him. Someone, or something was down there with him. He warned that he was an armed police officer, and suggested that whoever was there came out with their hands up. He heard a shuffling of feet. Someone was coming in his direction. He aimed the gun and the flash light into a doorway, ready to shoot if necessary when he suddenly came face to face with officer Cooper, standing in a door way masturbating with his cock in hand.
"Time to pay the Piper, punk!"
Jake looked confused at the crazed officer, then turned to find Gardner standing beside him.
"End of the road, asshole" said Gardner, cold cocking Jake with the brunt end of his revolver.
Jake came to laying naked on the basement floor, his wrists handcuffed behind his back like a criminal. His partner Gardner and the others were standing around him, talking amongst themselves. Cooper still had his cock out, stroking it sadistically while telling Jake what he was going to do to him with it. The officer excited himself so much with his vivid descriptions, that he came pre-maturely, shooting his hot load all over Jake's naked face and body. Jake struggled even harder to get free.
"What is this?" he asked, trying to avoid Cooper's spurting load. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Shut up, faggot!" yelled Cooper, kicking Jake in the head.
"HELP! HELP! HELP ME! I'M DOWN HERE!" screamed Jake, bringing laughter from the officers.
"Nobody can hear you, douche-bag. Secluded block, remember? No one knows we're here!" laughed Gardner.
"So...this...this was a set-up?" asked the bound officer.
"Of course it was, ass-wipe! Just like YOU helped set up WHitmen's wife by telling the niggers where he lived!" yelled Cooper, kneeling down at Jake's head. He gripped the handsome cop by the hair and turned his face upward and jerked the last few drops of his semen across Jake's lips, actually smearing his cock head across his face. "Get used to it bitch, you're gonna be getting a lot more of that tonight!" Jake stared up into Cooper's cruel eyes, then opened his mouth as Cooper guided his cock head to Jake's mouth. "Yeh! Yeh! Look guys....He's gonna suck it!" announced Cooper with glee. "Suck it for me, bitch!" Jake took the cock head inside...
"AAARRRRHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG!!!!" screamed Cooper as Jake's teeth sank into his flesh. He fell back onto the floor, holding his limp cock in both hands as he wailed in pain.
"Dumb-ass!" yelled Blake, kicking Jake in the back with his boot. "That was a real stupid move!"
Whitmen crotched down beside Jake, his face darkened with an expression Jake had never seen before. He watched as Whitmen reached down between his legs. Jake jerked nervously at his touch. Whitmen's hand grazed upon Jake's naked skin. Jake looked strangely confused. That is until Whitmen grabbed the young officer by the balls and squeezed.
"Is it true? Did you help set up my wife?"
Jake couldn't answer, as he was too busy screaming in pain. Whitmen's hold was like a vice as he twisted Jakes testis in his fist. He felt no remorse for the punk cop and his ideals. Because of HIM, his wife was lying in a hospital bed with nigger cum clogging every orifice on her body.
"I want this coon lover to know what my wife went through." he said calmly as Jake squirmed in pain. "I want him to feel his ass ripped open when they shove their jungle dicks up his tight little asshole. I want him to choke on their filthy cum when they shoot their poison sperm down his throat. And I want him to beg and plead for more while they tear his body apart from the inside out. Let the coroner reconstruct his asshole like the doctors have to my wife's cunt!"
With that, Whitmen gave Jake's balls one more strong agonizing squeeze, nearly blacking the helpless officer out, then released. Jake fell back on the floor in a sweat.
"Let's go...leave him for the niggers."
"No! Wait!" shouted Cooper, still nursing his penis. "Don't WE get fuck him first?"
"That scum-bag don't deserve our cocks." answered Whitmen, leading the other officers towards the exit.
"But...but...I WANT TO FUCK HIM!" screamed Cooper in frustration. He looked down at Jake's superbly naked body one last time, his wild eyes smoldering with regret and lust. "You don't know how lucky you are..." he said, kicking Jake hard in the spinal area before following his partner out. Blake and Justine left too, leaving Jake alone with Gardner.
"Bruce! Bruce! I don't know what Whitmen's talking about!" cried Jake, trying to reason with his partner. "I never gave anyone any information about anything! You have to believe me!"
"If it's true, that's fucked up." laughed Gardner. "But even if it is, ain't nothing we can do about it now. We told you from the beginning, you're either with us...or against us."
"This is crazy! The Precinct will know there was no emergency here! They'll wonder why I was left behind alone without my partner!"
"All taken care of." smiled Gardner, removing his utility belt. "We're veteran cops, not rookies like you. We know better than to chase a suspect on foot into an unsafe building without the proper back-up. How were WE to know what happened to you after you disappeared on us?"
"You...you'll never get away with it..." whispered Jake fearfully as Gardner unfastened his pants.
"You'd be amazed what a cop can get away with." smiled Bruce, pulling his erection forth.
Jake's eyes widened once he saw Gardner's cock come into view.
"Bruce, please....don't..." begged Jake as he positioned the helpless officer into position to receive cock. Bruce spit into his hand and massaged it along the length of his hardon before bringing it up to Jake's tiny boy-hole.
"I've been wanting to do this since the first day you sat your sweet ass in my cruiser!" shoving his cock forth.
Jake screamed as Gardner's manhood pierced his anus like a battering ram. His mind exploded in white pain as the tight tiny rose-bud was physically forced open. But only 3 inches of the officer known as The Terminator's thick 9 inch cock had actually penetrated thus far, though to Jake it felt like a yard. His screams increased as Gardner pushed several more inches inside, enjoying the struggle and the firm grip the officer's ass gave as he plowed his way into him.
"That's it...scream! Squirm! Struggle! I LOVE IT!" yelled Gardner as he took Jake by the hips, and rammed the rest of his cock in.
Jake saw stars when their balls collided in a fleshly heard slap. His entire rectum burned with excruciating pain. Gardner made sure to increase the pain by grounding his huge erection around in Jake's battered bottom. Pulling back with his hips, he watched his ample cock appear from between the kid's perfectly shaped ass cheeks, the girth of his organ pulling the boy's inner rectum outward by force. With Jake's face smashed onto the concrete floor and his ass held high, Bruce rammed himself back in once again, feeling Jake's rectum contract and tighten about his pulsing member like a vice grip.
"Oh...this ass is as good as I thought it'd be! Cooper'll be PISSED that he missed it!" tormented Gardner, as he began to exact his rhythm.
He knew Jake had a kick-ass body, as was evident by all the erections he got from the other officers in the showers. But Jake liked to play the innocent role like he was naive. He pretended not to notice when he turned his back to soap up in front of everyone. He claimed ignorance when he turned back around to find 5 or 6 hardons standing at attention in his honor. He was a "tease", and well deserved to have the Terminator's thick powerful 9 inch cock pummeling his sweet untouched buttock.
Gardner fucked his partner hard, pounding his tight ass cheeks as hard as his hips would allow. Just hearing Jake's cries as his cock rammed through his colon was pure music to his ears. After months of listening to Jake's idiotic thoughts and dreams, he was finally putting the screws to the kid like he wanted. His only regret was that Jake's girlfriend wasn't there to see her boyfriend's manhood taken away from him. That would have been the icing on the cake.
"If only Kelley could see you now..." he whispered in Jake's ear.
"Fuck you! Fuck you! I'll kill you!" screamed Jake, delirious with pain.
"Not likely, kid. Once Tempest and his huge dicks of merry men get through shoving their elephant cocks in you, you won't have anything left to fuck me with. Not that you have much now..." teased Bruce, reaching down beneath Jake's mid-section to find his dangling penis. "Wow, no wonder your girlfriend doesn't like having sex with you, it must be like fucking a lesbian! Where's you cock, man?! Can't you get it up?" joked Bruce, squeezing Jake's bruised balls and bringing a new agonizing groan from his throat.
Jake tried to endure the pain without thinking about it. He tried distancing his mind from the actual act, but Gardner's plunging cock was a constant reminder of his predicament every time he rammed his huge phallus forth. His inside ached, sorely. Gardner fucked like a man on speed, Jake couldn't believe a man well into his 40's could hold such stamina. He thought he'd black out from the pain before Gardner was through with him. Then suddenly, he felt his head being pulled back forcibly.
"Let's see if we can liven this up a bit!" greet Gardner, shoving a small package into the officer's face just under his nose.
Jake recognized the package as the street chemical known as "Sextacy". He fought to keep from breathing in the contents of the bag, but soon felt the powdery substance invading his breathing canals. Within minutes he felt a hot tingling spread throughout his body. His mind began to rush, as his body became hot with lust. Soon the searing pain in his rectum began to turn into absolute delight. Gardner could feel the difference in the officer's body as he stopped fighting, and began to become receptive.
"Hot damn, this shit works!" he exclaimed as he hammered away at Jake's now willing ass. "Who's bitch is you?" he teased, slapping Jake upon his sweating ass cheeks.
Jake mind was a total mess. His actions were no longer his own. His body was now willing for whatever the elder officer had in mind. His screams for help turned to moans and groans of lust as he started to react to Gardner's steady pounding.
"Fuck me..." he moaned breathlessly, arching his ass up for more of Bruce's cock. He couldn't believe how good the fucking suddenly became. He needed more inside him. Deeper. He bucked his ass back against Bruce's pelvis, helping to drive his cock in harder. "Fuck me! Fuck me with that big cock, Bruce! Fuck me hard, man! FUCK ME!"
"Oh I'll fuck you, alright!" promised Gardner, still holding Jake's growing cock as he jerked him from the bottom. "Fuck the cum right out of yur twat! Would you like that, cunt?"
"Yes! Yes! Make me cum! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"
"You're gonna get yur wish, bitch!" swore Gardner, doubling his efforts and totally pulverizing Jake's bowels.
Jake's mouth gaped open, his body shocked by the pounding invasion pumping through him as fast as a heart beat. Gardner felt himself getting close. His ivory white cock grew steel hard as he shoved in one last time, and came a bucket of hot molten cum up his partner's ass. At that same moment, Jake's cock started erupting in Gardner's hand, shooting fresh semen all over the floor. Bruce enjoyed the anal spasms clinching his erection.
Reluctantly he pulled out, wishing he had time for another go 'round. He stood up and tucked his still hard cock back into his uniform, staring longingly at Jake as he squirmed about on the ground in heat, his plump freshly fucked ass in the air begging for more cock. Gardner's biggest regret was not doing this to Jake sooner and having had more time to fuck him. At least he's had that much. He picked up his utility belt and left out the exit without another word.
"What took you so long?" asked Cooper, standing by his patrol car. "You fucked him, didn't you?"
"Relax. It's done." said Gardner to Whitmen, ignoring Cooper's accusations. "He's so juiced up on Sextacy, that he'd fuck a BABY if we let it inside with him."
"Good, so when the niggers walk in and find him, they'll take care of the rest." said Whitmen, getting into his squad-car. "Give it a good hour before calling in Jake's MIA, it'll take days before we find his dead fucked body full of nigger cum."
With that, the officers cut their flashing lights, turned around, and drove off in silence.