[Ambush-predator]

Rachel sobbed softly into the piss. Pure pain fought with panic and with professional dedication, not yet beaten and fucked out of her. If she could only get out of this in one piece, she could report on the appearance and accent of the burglar and murderer, and that Hayley Love had become his accomplice. That girl was twisted for sure, but also at risk from such an animal.

She wanted this day not to have happened. She wanted to wake up again and everything would be OK. She wanted David. She wanted her mummy.

Her vulva was horribly sore. She had been raped. She had known all about rape, as a conscientious police officer – the types of men who did it, advice to women on minimising the risk, the physical and mental damage it could do to a woman – or a man; the excuses and evasions, the grey areas, best practice in caring for and interviewing alleged victims. She’d known it all except the personal experience.

Her anus and right up into her felt as if a tree was burning inside her. She’d been raped up the bottom – buggered – and it hurt horribly. But worse than the physical pain was the humiliation. Something like that happening was wrong. It shouldn’t have happened to her.

What were they going to do to her? Would this awful humiliation and pain be the end of it?

“Well, now, Piggy, thanks for the fuck,” said Dane, patting her buttock. “But we’ve just started. Lots more fun to come!”

“I want to see her face and tits now, Dane,” said Hayley.

“Makes sense,” he said, and started tugging her out. The big-titted cop girl didn’t come out easily and he had to drag her out by the cuffed wrists with Hayley helping at the ankles. They laid her tits-up on the floor.

She looked quite different from when she’d grabbed Dane. Her nose and mouth were bloody, for a start. Her blouse had been soaked first in water and then in piss, so her big nipples were showing through. Dane stood and watched the way her tits heaved with every breath. He thought it was a good reason to keep her breathing for a while. He hadn’t seen her eyes for some time either – big, blue eyes staring at him in uncomprehending horror. That would be a wonderful memory. And then there was that neat little V of curly hairs, girlish like she was a young teen showing her cunt to another girl in the school changing-rooms. Altogether a good catch.

“What a slut! Look at all that piss and cum and shit on her. You gonna bare her big tits?” Hayley asked.

“Naturally,” Dane replied. He tugged hard at the once-white blouse and popped three buttons. He ripped the whole thing open. The pig cunt had a pink bra with frilly edges. Pink! Could be a twee little girly colour, could be a political statement – MY TITS EXPRESS SOLIDARITY WITH GAY MEN. Most likely the little girly thing.

“Pink – yurgh. Naff!” Hayley commented. “Take it off!”

“Never would have thought of that,” he said. “Can you get me a sharp knife from that kitchen?” She returned with a knife that was thin and light but quite long. He tested the edge: it was sharp all right. He showed it to the pig, making sure her eyes picked it up and followed it around. He smiled broadly and made sure she’d seen that too. He played with it, making little swerves and mock stabs. Bit by bit the blade came closer to her tits and went away less. He could see horror and fear in her eyes. Then he struck. He plunged the blade between her bulging tits and sawed through the central bridge of her bra. He stood there watching the two severed pink frilly cups rise and fall with her heavy breathing. He bent and tugged one off. Hayley bared the other tit and they stood together enjoying what they’d revealed.

The cop’s tits were big, for sure. But now they were freed from her bra-cups, Dane could see how firm they were, tempered by years of exercise in the gym and maybe other vigorous pursuits, plus none of the sagging that came from suckling a baby. These tits had never been sucked for milk – maybe for fun by her boyfriend. The nipples were big and stuck out well, with nice big aureoles spreading under them. Altogether they looked delicious.

“What huge great tits! Aren’t they GROSS?” asked Hayley. Dane didn’t agree, but said,

“Not good design for a pig. Too easy to hit them.”

“She’d look better with them off.”

“Don’t try nicking them like you did with her panties. You might stick them on you but they’d go off.” She made a face.

“You’re gonna slice them off her, aren’t you, Dane? Aren’t you, pleeease?”

“Might,” he said. The pig was listening to all of this, which was sweet. “Let’s have some pleasure out of them, anyway.” He began to stroke her right tit, making the nipple harden. Then he began to pinch and squeeze. He pushed it towards her face as far as he could. Because it wasn’t floppy it resisted, so it hurt her and she wailed in pain. Hayley was having her own fun with the left pig tit. She was doing much the same, but then she smiled a special smile and Dane knew something special was coming. She drew her jagged nail hard down the side of the pig’s tit, slicing a deep red scratch. The cop’s wail was pleasant and entirely understandable, but Dane still slapped her face for the hell of it. She had to learn that he made the rules here.

He bent to her right tit, opened his mouth as wide as he could and bit it. The tit ballooned inside his mouth, so he stopped quite quickly, but he’d still left a nice neat like of dark toothmarks on her. Hayley was impressed. She did the same. As soon as she stopped the cop cunt burst out crying like a little girl.

“I’ve got an idea,” Hayley announced.

“Yeah?”

“I need her cuffs. Please!” He was surprised, but intrigued. He removed the cuffs from the pig’s wrists, though this freed her hands. She looked too weak and cowed now to be a problem, he thought. He gave the cuffs to this extraordinary girl. A moment later he could see what she intended. She was aiming to close each cuff round the base of one tit. It was difficult because the size of the policewoman’s tits and he didn’t think she’d succeed. Nice idea, though. But Hayley wasn’t a quitter. She squeezed and gritted her teeth and squeezed until one big piggy tit was cuffed. The effect was dramatic. Squeezed cruelly at its base, the generous piggy tit ballooned out beyond the cuff as if it would swell until it burst. Hayley laughed and clapped her hands. She looked at Dane for approval, saw it, made a clenched fist salute and slapped the swollen tit. It looked hilarious, thought Dane – one swollen, ballooned tit and one normal one. It couldn’t last.

The second one was slightly easier because Hayley had learnt. It too ballooned and the cop cunt groaned. She looked at her own distorted tits in horror. Dane slapped the newly-swollen tit to and fro. It was a good game.

“THE COW!” hissed Hayley. Striking with speed, she trapped one of their victim’s hands under her foot and pressed down. “She was trying to get at something on her belt,” she told him. “Maybe we shouldn’t have freed her hands.”

“No problem,” he replied. “Take your foot off it.” She did and he stamped on the cop’s hand. He felt and heard bones crunch and the cop squealed. He stamped again and stood back. Her hand was limp and she was groaning.

“Let me do her other hand,” Hayley pleaded. He was happy to agree. He thought she’d stamp on it like he’d done, but no. Smiling happily, she took the cop’s pretty little finger and bent it back till it snapped. That produced an amusing noise from the cop’s mouth. Hayley proceeded, slowly and systematically, to break every finger one by one. Then she let the ruined hand drop. The wailing from the cop was now constant.

“Shouldn’t have gone for your fucking alarm, should you, slag bitch?” Dane pointed out. She didn’t properly answer, so he slapped her face and Hayley spat on it.

Those ballooned tits were maybe the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. If you pricked one with a pin, would it go BANG? Maybe not, but there was that sharp knife. He made sure the pig could see he’d got it, see him bring it close to her tits. He smiled. He did nothing. Then he clutched her tit to keep it steady. He stabbed. It was a controlled movement, nothing like if he’d been stabbing her to get rid of her. A bit of blood spurted out a good foot or so, but not much and the tit didn’t go bang or deflate. A bit disappointing, really.

“Did you think I was going to slice your nice big tit off, piggy?” he asked the slag. Too much to expect a meaningful reply, but he could see she heard and understood his words. “What nasty, evil, cruel thoughts you have!”

“I’m evil, then,” said Hayley, but she was proud of it.

“O.K.,” said Dane. He found it hard to get a proper grip on the ludicrous great ballooned right tit, so he asked the girl to help hold it. Her long nails bit into the titflesh. As the knife moved back towards the tit, the eyes of the wailing, moaning pig were caught by it as if it was a big magnet. The knife was very sharp along the side as well as the point. The end of her tit, aureole and nipple, came off like he was slicing cheese. Blood spurted up and a bit hit his face. He held the interesting trophy up and looked at it from different angles. The wailing of the pig girl reached new intensity and then fell to a miserable snuffle. She was staring at him and at her tit end. “Never seen the end of your tit before?” he asked her. She didn’t answer. Blood ran down his wrist. That was OK.

“Can I have it?” Hayley asked. He handed it to her and she inspected it carefully. She sniffed it and handed it back. “Are you going to do her other one?” she asked, sounding awed.

“Yeah, of course,” he said. This time the cop knew for sure what was about to happen and she found her voice.

“No, no, PLEASE!” she moaned. Dane looked Hayley in the eye and they both burst out laughing. Then they cut the other tit end off. Blood spurted on to his face and Hayley’s.

He compared the two tit ends. They looked much the same, but he’d taken just a fraction more off her left tit than her right. That meant she was unbalanced now. Should he even her up? Why not ask her? He put the question to her. He didn’t get any meaningful response and he decided not to bother. Hayley inspected the second tit end. She put it down on the cop’s belly. Then, without warning, she came up close and started licking blood of Dane’s face. He did the same with hers and it ended in a long kiss.

“Let’s fuck,” she said. “We can use the pig as a rug.”

“Good idea, but not quite yet,” he replied. He’d put the other tit end alongside the one Hayley had placed on the cop’s belly, where red was spreading, but now he picked them both up.

“Now I’ve got an idea,” he said. He put one of the purplish-brown trophies in his mouth and offered the other to Hayley. She took it almost fastidiously and munched. It was chewy, Dane found, with an interesting blend of flavours. Could take off as a pub snack, he thought – Policewomen’s Tit Ends in a packet. Hayley seemed to be enjoying hers too. Suck, chew, savour; suck, chew, savour. Needed a lot of chewing to go down, but it was a pity the pig didn’t have more nipples like a real pig.

The moaning from the pig sounded stupid.

Rachel was in awful pain, from her breasts, from her fingers, from her bottom, from her most intimate places, but the mental anguish was just as bad. Up until now they’d done nothing she could not believe could be put right – but now this monster of a man had cut off the ends of her breasts. That was final. She would always be disfigured. Somewhere in her mind something was trying to persuade her that this was a terrible dream, a mistake, that it wasn’t really happening. But it was happening. It had happened and there was no going back.

But she still wanted to live. She was still a police officer and her duty was clear. It was to remember and report as much as she could about this demon the girl called Dane so he could be stopped from doing this to any other woman, and to get this twisted and troubled kid Hayley some real help. So she fought to stay alive.

Dane didn’t want her dead either. There was much more fun he and Hayley could have with her alive.

He remembered the whisky she wouldn’t drink because she was on duty. Well, she wasn’t going to refuse it now. He got the bottle.

“You’re not going to stop doing her just to get rat-arsed?” Hayley queried. It seemed she didn’t like drunks. He reassured her.

“Get Miss Piggy arranged with her cunt pointing up a bit more,” he instructed. She did it.

He opened the bottle, stuck it up the pig slut’s cunt as far as he could and tipped it up. When she began to thrash, Hayley held her still and the entire bottle went up her cunt.
“Like it, pig?” he asked. As usual, he didn’t get a sensible answer.


NOTE: At this point I'd be interested in opinions. The next post will finish this story. Should Rachel end up pleasantly dead or alive? I know there are views on either side and I can always write a different ending for those who like the story but have a minority taste.