Frolicking Around in the Land of Oz

The people in this town think I’m nuts,
they just don't know how right they are.

People around me, give me my inspiration Officer M. Thanks for the story. No harmful intent is meant to anyone, this is just for simple pleasure. This story draws characters from real life, however the story itself is 100% fictional. This is the world of fantasy and fiction where the hidden corners of the psyche may be explored. (Plus I love messing with the minds of others...hehe)

Years ago I lost the ability to catch the type of fish I was after, so I devised a plan that involved using a different type of worm. That was where my neighbor became involved... she became my bait. She is young, pretty, thin, and has child-like qualities that my type of prey tend to desire. All I had to do was stick the hook down her throat and she would unknowingly help me vanquish my enemies. I no longer had to chase my prey, she would bring them to the surface for me and reveal their hiding locations. Then I could rob them of their wealth, or force them to perform sexual acts of humiliation.

Frolicking Around in the Land of Oz

Jay was in for what he thought was going to be a lousy weekend. Normally he spent his weekends patrolling the streets, preventing crime by spending most of his shift driving up and down well known streets. But for this weekend, he had agreed to change shifts with another officer who needed Wednesday and Thursday nights off to attend a meeting out of town.

He sat home alone, thinking about the different women he attracted just because of his uniform. Even though some of the encounters were frightening, it didn’t stop him from enjoying the job the loved. Occasionally he would spend most of his night shift posted at the local Q-Trip store watching the young girls come and go, flirting only with the ones who possessed young flirty girl-like qualities.

Officer Jay sat in the darkened room, smiling, thinking about a girl he had flirted with many times, when he was suddenly startled by a noise coming from his bedroom. Jay quickly rose, heart beating rapidly in his chest, took a deep breath and picked up his weapon from the coffee table. He heard footsteps coming his direction, so he quietly stepped behind a door going into the living room and waited on the intruder.

Jay was somewhat shocked when the intruder began walking into the living room. As the person came closer, he was surprised to see it was one of the girls he had flirted with at Q-Trip. She was dressed in low cut, tight fitting shirt and snug fitting jeans. He couldn’t help being turned on as he watched her stroll across the floor towards the kitchen, but then his officer training took effect and Jay stepped from the darkened corner.

“Put your hands where I can see them!” Jay shouted from the darkness.

All four foot, nine inches of Jennile froze.

“What are you doing in here?” Jay asked as he stepped towards her.

Jennile slowly turned around with a big naughty smile on her face, licked her lips, and stepped up to Jay, making contact with his body. “I just came by to say hello.”

Jay looked down at Jennile as she stared up at his 6’1”, 200lb body. He could feel the heat of her breath on his chest and it sent waves of pleasure descending deep enough to cause his cock to throb with excitement.

“How do I know you’re not here to rob or kill me?” Jay said with a slight smirk across his face.

“What do you want me to do? Take off my shirt to prove I’m not hiding anything?” Jennile giggled, took a step back away from Jay, and began removing her shirt. As Jay watched, she dropped it onto the floor, then removed her jeans and tossed them next to her shirt.

Jay began to smile. “That’s good, Jennile, but you might be hiding a weapon in your bra. So, I think you need to removed it, so I can make sure.”

Jennile unfastened the bra, and dropped it on the floor as Jay leaned forward to exam her lightly tanned nipples, and her smooth lean stomach. Jennile giggled like a schoolgirl as Jay ordered her down on her knees. She obediently knelt down in front of him. Jay reached down to her small petite body and stroked her pretty face and short black hair.

“I’m a bad girl. I need to be severely punished. Just please don’t take me to jail officer. I’ll do anything you want.” Jennile again giggled at the playful remarks.

Jay smiled and decided to play along with her little game. “All right, my little thief. Looks like I’m going to serve up a little harsh punishment. Unzip my pants.”

Her fingers lightly brushed against his semi-hardness, sending delicious tingles up and down Jay’s spine. Jennile swallowed hard as she reached her little hand inside his jeans. She could feel the soft cotton of his briefs, and the thick hardness of his cock underneath. Every movement of her fingers brought him pleasure as she slowly removed his cock. In her small hands, his cock looked like a monster, and she gasped when she saw its full length.

Jay grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her towards his cock. “Suck it for me you little bitch thief. And if you tell anyone, I’ll have you arrested for stealing.” Jay then pulled Jennile closer to his cock and ordered her to open her mouth. Jennile took his cock fully in her mouth without hesitation. Her tongue moved tentatively against the bottom of his cock, leaving a hot wet trail. Jay began taking short pants of air as he forced her head up and down his thick cock.

Unfortunately Jennile was much weaker than Jay and she couldn’t stop him from forcing his cock deeper into her throat. Jennile gagged and had to force herself back to keep from throwing up. Jay pulled his cock out of her mouth, grabbed her by her arm and pulled her to her feet. “Well, now little thief, that was a good start, but now put you hands behind your back.”

Jennile started to resisted, but with his strength he was able to quickly restrain her. He cuffed her wrists together and pushed her onto the couch so that she was kneeling on the cushions, her face pressed into the back of the couch.

“What are you going to ...” she tried to say, just as he pressed a washrag into her mouth. Jennile struggled to spit it out, but he was on top of her, easily holding her in place with one knee on her back.

Jay’s cock had softened a bit, but it quickly became rock hard again as he reached around her and pulled down her underwear. His eyes hungrily sucked in the sight of her firm young ass as he yanked her panties from her thin body. Jay slid a finger in between her legs and started rubbing his finger over her smooth cunt. He slid a finger into her opening and began rubbing it back and forth. Jennile squirmed, trying to let out small squeals of pleasure. His excitement began to build as he placed the head of his cock near her tight anal opening and began rubbing the head of his cock up and down.

Without a warning, Jay felt someone behind him, but didn’t have a chance to even turn around before he felt a object being smashed against his skull. He awoke to his head aching. He cradled his head in his cuffed hands as his eyes scanned across the darken room. He tries to struggle, but can’t move.

Part Two:

Officer Jay attempted to focus in on his surroundings when he noticed a chain secured to the wall above his head. It lead down the wall and attached to a set of leg irons on his ankles. He attempts to pull free, but all he manages to do is clang the metal loud enough that it alerted those who were holding him against his will.

A rather large woman around age 40 walked into the room, followed by Jennile being pulled along with a dog lease and collar around her neck. Jay immediately knew he was in trouble when he recognized the woman as a local psycho that he had previous encounters with.

The psycho woman walked towards Jay, holding a 12” hunting knife firmly in her hand. Jay began tugging fiercely at the chains as the large woman laughed uproariously at his frantic attempt to free himself. She bent down beside his body, stroked the top of his head and whispered, “Shhh, don’t make a sound, I’m not going to hurt you. For now. If you play real nice and do as I tell you, you’ll live to play another day. Do you understand me officer?”

“This fucking joke has gone to damn far! Take these damn cuffs and chains off me!” Jay shouted, and then yanked at the chains that confined him.

“Naughty, naughty officer,” the woman said shaking her head back in forth. “I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson about who is now in charge. You see this knife I’m holding? You know what I like to do with knives...remember....I like to cut things. Have you ever been cut officer?”

“No I haven’t you crazy fucking psycho bitch! And if you touch me with that damn thing I’m going to blow you head off when I get out of here!”
The psycho woman laughed loudly and then pulled on the lease in her other hand, making Jennile yelp loudly as she stepped forth. “Use this knife to cut away all his clothes,” she ordered. Jennile quickly took the knife from her hand and stepped towards Jay. She cut his sleeves all the way to his shoulders until she was able to remove the shirt from over his head. Next she tugged at his jeans until she was able to pull them down far enough that she could cut them away from his body, leaving him only wearing his bright white cotton briefs.

“The briefs too, and then shave him. You know I like my men clean and hairless.”

Jay protested, but clamed down when Jennile began lathering around his cock with the cool shaving cream. As the alcohol began to burn, he got a instant hard on from the sensation around his balls. Jennile continued shaving Jay’s body until every part of his body was hairless. When she finished she rinsed his body with a shower sprayer that was attached to the wall. Jennile couldn’t help but enjoy herself as she leaned her wet body against his smooth wet chest muscles, and rubbed her hands up and down his semi-hard cock.

“Wash his cock with you mouth,” the psycho woman ordered. She watched as Jennile leaned down between his legs and delicately flicked her tongue over his balls. Her small lips kissed his shaft, and sucked his cock gently while her hands pulled on his smoothly shaven balls. Jay closed his eyes and arched his back as he enjoyed the sensation against his will.

Without warning, the psycho woman cracked a whip hard across Jay’s back. A fine red line immediately appeared, and he screamed out in pain. Jennile didn’t stop, she continued slurping and sucking Jay’s cock as if it were the only thing she had eaten that day.

Whack! Again the whip came down and Jay shouted out, “ What do you want with me? Let me go! Kidnapping charges are going to be filed against you!” Jennile continued engulfing his entire cock into her small mouth.

The psycho woman whacked Jay across his stomach, leaving him whimpering in pain.
Whack! “You’re a strong, powerful man, with nice muscles, a deep powerful voice, and hands that grip tight.” Whack! “You enjoy ejaculating you juice deep inside our pussies.” Whack! “You must learn to experience what we experience.” Jennile’s assault on Jay’s cock had him worked up to the point where he was ready cum, even if he was being beaten black and blue.

The psycho woman ordered Jennile off his cock, which left his cock aching for pussy. The psycho woman walked casually up to Jennile, wrapped one arm around her waist, and kissed Jennile passionately, while squeezing her ass. The psycho woman stepped back and licked her lips, “Nice. A lovely salty taste. Our big officer must be excited.”

The psycho woman slid her hand between Jennile legs and felt her moist mound. “My little woman is all wet. Are you enjoying yourself Jennile?”

“Yes Ma’am I am. Please may I have some more.”

The psycho woman squeezed Jennile nipples, and then sent her off to retrieve a large strap-on dildo. Jay’s eyes went wide when Jennile returned with the cock already on. She walked up to Jay’s face and ran the dildo over his lips.”

“Lick it!” the psycho woman ordered, but Jay refused. She then walked over to him and slapped him hard across the face. “Lick it!”

Jay complied and lightly licked along the hard plastic dildo. “Now you will be fucked like a woman.”

Jay began to loudly protest, but the chains held him secure enough that petite Jennil was able to easily come up from behind Jay and place the dildo near his virgin anal opening. Jennil rubbed the long 10 inch fake penis with a fruity scented oil, and then squeezed a small amount over Jay’s opening. On the psycho woman’s signal, Jennil thrust the dildo deep into his ass. Jay let out a loud scream of pain and tensed up while Jennil held the large cock still.

“Look how nicely you stretch around Jennil’s cock. My pretty little girl looks so sweet having control over such a powerfully strong man as yourself. How does it feel being helpless and getting fucked like a girl?”

“Fuck you bitch! I’m going to fucking kill you when I get out of ..... Awwwwww,” Jay screamed when Jennile gripped Jay’s hips and began thrusting the cock in and out. Tears began to stream down his cheeks. Jennile began placing light kisses of affection on Jay’s back as she slowed her pace. She then reached around and began stroking his cock.

“Tell me you like it Jay,” the psycho woman said as she walked up to Jay and looked at his face. “Say you like your ass being fucked by a girl!” When Jay refused she slapped him hard across the face, and then signaled to Jennile.

Jennile began pumping the 10 inch cock deeply in and out of Jay’s ass. You could see by the look on his face that he was in pain, but still tried to express his contempt for the psycho woman. “Tell me you like being fucked by my whore!” Smack! “Say it!”

Out of anger and frustration, Jay finally screamed out, “I like being fucked!” The pain eased as Jennile pulled the cock from his aching ass. She dropped the strap-on to the floor and began rubbing her dripping hole. Her shaved slit glistened with her juices. With her other hand she rubbed and pinched her nipples as officer Jay watched her every move.

The psycho woman lowered Jay to the floor and removed his leg irons only. She then ordered Jennile to suck his cock. It became hard quickly and dripped pre-cum from the tip. Jennile then lowered herself slowly onto his throbbing dick. Her soaking wet pussy felt like a warm oven mitt around Jay’s cock and he couldn’t help moaning out loudly.

The psycho woman appeared over Jay and reached out to twist one of his nipples. He let out of low sheik, but didn’t not want her to stop. Jennile licked his chest as she worked her sweetness up and down the officers swollen member. When Jennile felt officer Jay getting close to cumming, she would pull off him, and the psycho woman would twist his nipples prolonging his erection. Jennile was getting what she enjoyed the most, a long hard fucking where she was in control.

Jennile let out a loud scream when she finally exploded around Jay’s cock. The psycho woman bent down and the girls kissed. Jennile’s juices ran down her thighs as she stood up from the officer.

Jay was still hard, but ready to exploded at any moment and wanted to feel the wet pussy squeezing his cock in all the right places. “If you want to get off, you’ll have to give it to me,” said psycho woman said with a devilish grin on her face. Jay had no other choice. Even if he couldn’t stand the psycho woman, the pressure that had built up deep inside was ready to explode.

She wrapped her full lips around Jay’s oozing cock head and hungrily sucked on the precum. The psycho woman spread his legs wide and ran her tongue along his thick muscular thighs. She was tasting his flesh, running her nails sharply across his body. Her tongue slowly worked its way up to the big shaft head. Then she took him fully in her mouth and worked her tongue over every vein. She licked her way down the shaft to the cum filled balls, stopping to gently suck on each ball before making her way back to the tip.

Jay quickly begins moaning as he cock swells in the psycho woman’s mouth. His cock is buried deep in her throat when he moans out, “I’m going to cum.” The psycho woman cups his balls in her hand as she strokes and sucks his convulsing cock. He was amazed at how much cum was pouring into her mouth. He watched her as she swallowed more of his juice that flowed from the tip.

When he finished the psycho woman stood and kissed Jennile full on the lips, letting her taste the salty liquid that dribbled down her chin.

“Very good. You have made my girl very happy, but this is just a start of the things to come. You’ll be like all the others, and won’t be missed for a few days. Each day we will push the boundaries of pain and pleasure a little more, but rest for now, there will be a lot more in store for you.”

The psycho woman stood with a smile on her face, picked up his police badge and tossed it in a basket with several other badges. Jennile skipped along behind her, giggling as she reached down and tasted her juices that were flowing down her leg.

Playing a Naughty Game

We were walking to the car, and he suddenly pulled out a knife that he has been carrying lately in his coat. It’s a switchblade, and the snap of the blade surprised the HECK out of me…. Startled me, and gave me a nice dose of adrenalin to boot. Then he said to me (in a VERY commanding voice), “Do you see this?”

He came close to me and grabbed my arm, just below my shoulder. His grip commanded me more than his tone. “Yes” I said, wondering what he was up to, but breathing quicker from the shock and the adrenalin.

“Keep walking!” he said. He then clicked the blade back into the handle of the knife, but pressed it up against my side, hard, yet not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind me he was taking control of me. We walked a few feet, toward my car, and he leaned over to my ear, and in a strong, raspy, low voice, whispered to me, “Don’t scream, don’t say a word, or I’ll kill you. Do you understand?” I nodded yes quickly, my mind racing with apprehension and excitement.

My breathing continued to race, as well, as I became lost in his words and his actions, forgetting that this was the very same man who I have come to trust with my life, my history, my soul, my love… At that moment, he became a stranger with such intensity as to light me up, both with fear and with trembling sexual tension. What would he do with me?

“What do you want with me?” I whispered. He yanked my arm forward in reply, hurrying my step and displaying his impatience with my actions.

“I told you not to talk!” He bit, pressing the butt of the knife against my throat, threatening to click open the blade against my vulnerable flesh. He then opened the passenger-side door of my car, throwing me onto the seat, sneering at me. He drove me back to my place in silence.

Once inside my apartment, me shaking with trepidation, he said to me, “I’ve only got 8 hours ’till I’m outta here. You cooperate with me, and I won’t have to hurt you. You understand?” I nodded.

I guess he could sense my fear, his voice seemed so powerful and pleased with himself. He grabbed my arm again, pushing me toward my bedroom, which was easily visible given the small size of my living quarters. My mind began to fly wildly with images of what he had in mind. I knew what he wanted, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. No, no, no, I kept saying, he’s not really going to do anything, he just wants a place to stay.

The entire time he had kept me close enough to him as to not let me see his face. Of course my fear helped him; I was petrified that if I made one false move, he would take it as an excuse to slice my throat open. He shoved me face down on my bed, ripping my coat off my arms as he flung me forward.

“Eight hours, and I’ll be outta here. You won’t even hear me leave. And if you are good and cooperative, you’ll get outta here alive!” Then he moved in close behind me, pressing me to the bed with his weight. “Do you have neighbors nearby?” In fear and inability to think, I froze. He shook me quickly, hard, “I said, DO YOU HAVE NEIGHBORS NEARBY?!! Don’t MESS with me, little girl, or I’ll do you like I did the shop clerk. Told HIM I wouldn’t hurt him, too. You never know, by looking at people.” He laughed. “Get my drift?” I nodded.

What was that supposed to mean?!! He had told ME he wouldn’t hurt me. He had killed a shop clerk? What was I in for? Did I have any choice? “Is there anyone around who might hear you?” He repeated. I nodded again, becoming even more aware that there was nothing I could do now to defend myself, which would not mean sure death for me. “You live here all alone, don’t you?” I could hear he was half mocking me, that I had no one to help me. I nodded again. I heard him laugh.

He started to lift his weight off me, telling me, “Don’t even MOVE, or your DEAD!” What could I do? “TURN your head into the pillow!” I did, quickly. I didn’t want to infuriate him again, he seemed to be calming down a bit, and that meant I was more likely to live. “Such a pretty girl, to be living all alone. So-o-o-o-o pretty.” His voice sounded like a crazed lunatic as he spoke to me. He was slowly stroking my hair, like the way you’d pet animal.

Finally he spoke again. “What’s your name, pretty one?” I didn’t know what to say…should I tell him, or should I give him a fake name? Surely he’d never tell me HIS name, not his REAL one, anyway. He didn’t like my hesitation, and was quick to retaliate. He started gripping my neck as though to choke me, and I said “Tammy” through the tightness of his grasp. Then he got off me, moving toward my closet.

“My name is Tom,” he sneered. Yeah, right. Like I’d believe that… He opened my closet door, looking for who-knows-what, tearing things in the process. My mind continued to be a flood of images of fear and possibilities of what this man could take from me, now that he had me in his control. Anything he wanted, he could just take.

“Please don’t hurt me.” I wanted to distract him. “You want money, you can have it. You want a place to stay, you can…”

“SHADDUP!!” he howled. He was suddenly on top of me again. “You know DAMNED well that I will take ANYTHING I WANT! Besides, I TOLD you, I just need a place to spend the night, and then I’m free! Now, I have to be sure you don’t see me, so I won’t have to kill you. Can’t have you identifying me, now can I?”

He was stroking my long, blonde hair again, over and over, slower and slower. “So-o-o-o-o pretty!” Finally he spoke again, “I’m going to put this over your eyes, so that you can’t see. But I don’t want it to hurt, ok?”

I nodded again, a bit relieved that he had some compassion. Maybe I wouldn’t die after all. He tied a black strip of cloth around my eyes, being careful to move my hair before it pulled. So gentle, his touch. So this was what he was hunting for in my closet…a blindfold. He pulled the knot tight; firm, so that I couldn’t open my eyes, but not painfully tight. “Does that hurt?”

“No,” I said. My voice sounded small to me, like a child’s. But I was calming down. My only fear was that he wanted to take my body, and there’d be nothing I could do. Suddenly he grabbed my wrists, firmly. He was pulling my arms behind my back, but not painfully; only strong enough to impress me, not enough to hurt me. Not unless I struggled against him. I thought he’d tie my hands behind my back, he was looping a strap around my left wrist, but then he grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my back.

I quickly understood what he was up to, as my left wrist was pulled outward away from me; he had obviously tied it to a rope or something, and intended to tie my arms to my bedposts. I let him tie me. I struggled at first, and he responded by grabbing my neck again as if to choke me. I immediately stopped fighting.

“If you cooperate, I won’t hurt you, Tammy.” He was taunting me with his voice, making obvious implications that I could no longer deny. I lay frozen, as he progressed through each step, tying my other arm, pulling my pants down over my ankles and off, laying his body over my legs and my thighs. Each step, he repeated his appreciation of me, “So-o-o-o-o pretty….So-o-o-o-o pretty.”

As he lay on top of me, he whispered in my ear, “Just cooperate Tammy, I won’t hurt you.” He was using a soothing, softer voice, trying to calm me. Instead, my breathing quickened again. Being so vulnerable, not able to make any choices, being so helpless…he liked it, and was getting turned on by it, but so was I. Yet I fought to not let it show.

“I won’t hurt you…” he repeated, as he traced the form of my legs with his rough hands. “This is what ALL you women want, isn’t it?!!” He lifted his body away from me, leaving me wondering what he’d do next. Then I felt his knees near my shoulders. “I want to feel those pretty lips!” he sneered. Then, taunting me, “Cooperate, and you won’t get hurt.”

I took him in my mouth, noticing that my tongue was moving over him, without me thinking about it. Realizing this, I stopped; this lead him to thrusting his hips into me, sliding the length of him between my lips. He moaned in pleasure, “Mmm, yesss, I LIKE that.” His movements continued several minutes more, before he lifted himself away from me again. “Yesss, eight hours till I have to go.”

He then pulled my sweater up, exposing my breasts. I felt totally and uncontrollably vulnerable. I was wearing a black lace bra, as I usually did, and he moaned in approval. I was terrified of him. At the same time though, I was fighting back waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I was very wet, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before he’d find out, and my body would betray me.

He then lifted his body off me, only to abruptly force my legs apart at the knees. I felt like I was going to cry. But I never could, very easily, and now was no different. My tears never progressed past whimpers. Suddenly he thrust his fingers into me. I inhaled sharply at the shock, and the pleasure, of feeling him touching me. “Hmmm… Do you LIKE that, Tammy?”

He was playing with my mind, using my name to prevent me from hiding inside my mind, to keep the situation immediate to me. I didn’t answer. He took my silence as a confirmation to him, a sign of pleasure, and began moving his fingers inside me, pleasing me, touching me as only he knows how. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my body, and I had to fight not to moan out loud. Realizing I was restraining, he continued caressing me, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, pushing my limits of self-control. Finally I lost myself. Moaning and undulating at his touch, I was totally at his command.

“Tell me you are mine!” he said. I hesitated. His touch became more insistent; his weapon of control was pleasure now, not pain. My resistance collapsed under it, and when he repeated, “Tammy, TELL me you are MINE!” I followed his order.

I was lost in the waves, on the brink of what my body so hungrily craved, when he pulled his fingers out of me, making me writhe in unsatisfied agony. He’s teasing me. The pleasure continued to course through my blood, when I finally felt him climbing on top of me, preparing to thrust himself into me. “Do you feel that?” he teased, as he let just his tip caress my hunger. His actions were making my desire increase, to mind-numbing proportions! “Hmm?! Do you feel that?” he insisted, until all I could do in my madness and desire was nod, writhe, and moan.

Finally he thrust himself full into me, fast, then withdrawing slowly, repeated the quick thrust. Within the depths of me, each stroke’s hit caused incredible, powerful, thundering amounts of pleasure, his technique both teasing me with the slow withdrawal, and building me with the quick pressure. He’d started slowly at first, torturing me and building me, but then began repeating his movements faster and faster, until I couldn’t hold back my orgasms, or my groans. As though riding the crest of a wave, he had succeeded in controlling me even down to my climax, continuing the pleasure until finally, I could sense HIS approach, and he pulled out of me.

“I’m going to cum all over that pretty body of yours now, Tammy!” he breathed. He then started pulling the front of my sweater up over the back of my head, fully exposing my chest and belly to him. It wasn’t but a second before he was inside me again, pounding yet another climax out of me, and out of him.

He demanded I lift my head, saying “Do you want to taste me? Lift that pretty head up and open your mouth!” He was very close. As he came, he backed up, spraying hot liquid over my breasts, belly, and waist, but moving too far away for his juices to reach my lips. His voice showed his pleasure just as his body had, and he touched my fluid-covered skin with his fingers. He then told me to open my mouth again, and pressed his cream-covered fingertips over my lips and my tongue.

“I might even come back, when this is all over. I like you!” he said. He moved off the bed, finally, and went to my bathroom to retrieve a towel, and to clean up. With familiar gentleness, he cleaned my body, untied my bonds, and laid next to me. Then he removed my blindfold. Blinking, I had some difficulty re-adjusting my eyes to the light of the room. I looked at my captor, his gentle smile, his glittering eyes, his wavy hair.

“So does this mean you have to kill me now, now that I’ve seen you?” I smiled. He smiled back.

“This means I’m curling up next to you and going to SLEEP for the next 8 hours until I have to go back to work!” my love replied.

“Thanks for playing the game,” I whispered back to my lover.

Dirty Little Sex Crime

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I sat quietly alone in the car, looking in the direction of the place I knew he would have to appear…his job. It’s the easiest way to track a person. Find out where they work, then just follow them.

I finished smoking and flipped the remains out the window into the heavy breeze, spinning it around outside my car. I took notice of the rustling leaves that spiraled around in a circle near the curb. My eyes followed as a stray leaf broke free and wondered off in the direction of the police department. My eyes followed every twist and curve as it neared my target.

I could feel the blood rushing through my veins as the leaf came to a stop when a officer stepped outside. I smiled lightly, breathing in the essence of life deep into my lungs.

I had been watching him for a long time, and fantasized many times about what I would do to him if I had the opportunity. I was looking at him like an object, not a life form like me, put a toy to be played with and used completely.

He was perfect with his short cut black hair, brown eyes, dimpled cheeks, and nice muscular built body. I was drawn towards him since the first day I saw him at the park. I felt it was fate that had brought us together and fate alone that would decide the outcome of our next meeting.

I watched him from Second and Broadway as he sat down in the his car, and placed a seatbelt across his chest. I started my car as he began backing out, and then I watched him as he turned left at the light and drove right in front of me. I quickly dropped in behind him and began my pursuit, my body tingling with adrenaline.

I relentlessly followed behind him as he turned left on Main St and then right to W 2nd St. At the light he turned left to 97 going under the overpass and pulled into a Quik-Trip located on the corner in front of Wal-Mart. I followed behind him as he made his way inside. I could smell the sweet fragrance of his cologne as his body moved through the air directly in front of me. I inhaled it deeply, programming the smell permanently into my mind. We reached for a small cup at the same moment and our hands briefly touched, sending shock waves of adrenaline throughout my body. Was it destiny or fate?

It wasn’t until we were getting into our cars and backing out that he looked directly at me, locking eyes for a longer than usually glance. I could tell that he thought I looked familiar, but he just couldn’t quite figure out who I was at that moment. Fear that I had been caught before I was ready, sent me in the opposite direction.

The next day, I waited until his shift was almost over before I began my pursuit of following him to his home. I drove past as I watched him pull his police cruiser into his driveway. I continued on straight, looking into my rearview mirror as he stepped his huge 6’3” body out of the small confines of the drivers seat. I turned around on the next block and drove back in front of his house looking for one last glance or the opportunity to put my plan in motion.

I knew he was married for the second time, and had a couple kids, but they were nothing but a momentary thought. After all, in the end they would be okay and be able move on with their lives. She knew the risk of being with a police officer when she first began sneaking around with him while he was still married to his first wife.

It was several hours into darkness on late February eve, when I got up enough nerve to park my car just a couple hundred feet from his front door. I stepped outside, feeling the heartbeat of the earth beneath my feet. Power was flowing into me as I was drawn nearer to his essence, his life force. I could smell the coolness of the earth as I stood near a window and peered with contempt of danger. I smiled slowly as I stood near the window and reached out to run my fingertips lightly over the glassy surface. My fingertips tingled with the feeling of life under them, my body reacting to the powerful flow of adrenaline, I reached down the front of my jeans with my left hand and cupped my moist mound.

I could see him standing in the middle of the room, talking on the phone as I silently watched his lips moving to words I could not understand. His graceful movements subdue my own shaky nerves as I watch him remove his shirt. His stomach muscles are not taught but rather pudgy, as if he has enjoyed a few too many beers in his lifetime. I find it sexy for men around 40 to have this kind of look, and it sent shivers down my spine.

My left index finger separated my damp opening and began massaging in clockwise direction. I giggled lightly thinking about how I would look like a fool if someone were to pass by and see me standing there. At the moment I didn’t care, I was more into the fantasy of what I could be doing to his body after I forced him at gunpoint into the back seat of my SVU.

I would handcuff his wrists behind his back, (using his own set of cuffs of course), gag him with a thick washcloth, and then place a black hood over his face. I would then take my helpless, whimpering victim to a cabin deep in the woods, where no sound could be heard for miles.

Inside the cabin I pull off the hood and remove the gag from your mouth. After all, there is no need to fear anyone being able to hear the screams so far out in the country.

He looks around confused and disoriented, but quickly recovers and tries rushing his handcuffed body in my direction. I’m quickly able to knock him off his feet and send him falling to the floor with a loud thump.

I maneuver over his body and sit across his mid-section, “You’re fucked my friend!” I say with a little giggle. Then I slap him viciously across the face, leaving a dark red handprint across his right cheek. With a savage grin on my face, I begin punching him in the face, chest and belly, forcing him the wince in a little pain.

He was big and powerful, but my blows took some of the fight out of him. Keeping him handcuffed I cut free his shirt, pulled down his jeans, and then removed his boxers, leaving him fully exposed to my fists. I worked him over until my knuckles began to bleed and the blood from his face began to mix with mine.

When he beg me to stop, I stepped back and began to admire the nakedness of my victim. He looked luscious, with his limp cock laying to the side of his leg. I couldn’t stop myself from taking him fully into my mouth. Nature took over and after several minutes his cock began to grow. I wanted to jam his big cock deep down my throat, but first I wanted him to feel pain.

I walked across the old creaky floor and stood before my victim. I pulled a large hunting knife out and touched the tip to his chest.

“You will call me Tayla,” I whispered softly. “And you will treat people like me with respect from now on. Do you fucking understand?”

He nodded, and said he was sorry.

“You know I could easily kill you,” I said to him. “No one knows where we are.”

“No, please, no,” I have a family he pleaded.

“No - what - you pig? I said pressing the tip of the knife into his firm chest muscle near his heart.

His eyes opened wide at the sensation of the cold blade pressing into his flesh, bringing a small amount of blood oozing to the surface.

“I’m sorry Tayla. Please don’t kill me,” he begged.

“That’s it. Be a nice officer. Not some asshole cunt, that thinks he’s better than the rest of the world.”

“Okay Tayla, just take the knife away from my chest.”

I moved the knife away from his new wound, but held it firmly in my hand. “You don’t remember me, do you asshole?” I asked gripping the knife a little tighter in my hand.

“No Tayla, I don’t…”

“Of course you don’t,” I said placing the knife back against his skin. “Pretty little pigs like you look right past people like me. I’m not pretty enough, smart enough, or thin enough for you. You treat me as if I’m a nobody. A worthless piece of shit that should only be taken out back and shot. You think you’re too good to follow the same rules that I have to follow. I’m nothing to you but dirt under your fingernail that you can’t get rid of.”

I stuck the knife into his chest deep enough to make him let out a loud ear piercing scream. I continued to stare into his eyes at his pain, until his eyes locked with mine, then I had to look away. Even handcuffed, he had power over me, and I wanted to take that power away from him.

“You’re nothing but a fucking piece of shit, you asshole,” I screamed at him and began slamming my fist into his body. While he shrieked in agony, I thought about taking the knife and driving it deep into his belly and splitting him open. “I want you to remember me, and everything that has happened today, so that you will never forget what trauma does to a person. They are never normal again. You can’t just forget and move on. Every time you think you’re okay, someone could be lurking around some corner ready to do you harm. I’m not going to kill you this time, but I’ll be watching you.”

My thoughts were running wild as I stood rubbing my wet cunt outside his house, thinking about my fantasy to kidnap the officer. I wanted to watch him struggle to breathe. The thought sent me over the edge and my insides began to erupt. Hot warm juices began to flow. I pulled out my fingers and licked the sweetness from my fingertips. I was out of breath, but returning to sanity when lights from a car turned down the street.

The coolness of the night air felt like ocean waves caressing my body. I quickly retreated to my car, and continue my quest to find another officer to kidnap for my ultimate fantasy.