I was on the far edge of the meadow when I first heard the noise, the sound of someone or something cutting through the tall grass, wet footsteps sloshing in the night.
It was far away, apparently on the other side of the meadow, but unmistakably coming toward me. I peered through the fog, straining my eyes to catch a glimpse of whatever was following me. The mist swirled smokily over the expanse of the meadow, hanging like a stagnant cloud over the grass, defeating my attempt to see anything. However, I could hear the footsteps getting closer, closing in on me as I stood riveted at the edge of the meadow trying to anticipate what was going to happen.
And then suddenly, after what seemed an eternity, I saw it, my eyes picking up a wake of mashed grass that had been left in a trail before I distinguished a dark-clad figure moving in a straight line across the meadow toward me, now within feet of me instead of yards.
Something within me told me to run, that nothing would attract the figure – if it was the rapist – more than an apparently fleeing potential victim. You didn't attract a rapist by offering to fuck him, but by being afraid of him. No, it would be no fun if he thought you wanted to fuck. Force was the hallmark of deviate sex.
As I ran, the fog, which had momentarily abated, fell to the ground again, obscuring my path. Unexpectedly I felt the wet resistance of a large bush I had not seen and toppled backward, landing on a bed of cold, wet meadow grass, my skirt bunching around my waist as my legs parted reflexively from the impact of the spill, the hot mound of my panty-less cunt exposed to the night air, still aroused.
I struggled to get up, not wanting to face my potential assailant in such a helpless position. My hands and feet slid helplessly against the slick grass as I clambered vainly to get up, panic setting in when I realized from the ever-present footsteps that the figure in the fog was getting nearer and nearer, closing in on me.
And then, just when they were so loud they seemed to be crashing in my ears, the footsteps stopped. I cocked my head, searching for them, but there was nothing.
Maybe he lost me, I thought.
I began looking for some traction so I could at least get into a kneeling position to check out the situation. And then, as I moved my hands around, they were no longer touching grass. They were feeling something slick and hard.
Leather!
I was feeling a boot. A pair of boots were resting just inches from me. High-topped, tightly laced boots. Boots whose owner loomed above me right at this moment, holding me as helpless prey for his deranged desires. I was trapped.
I forced myself to look up and rasp, "I know you're there. Who are you?" The boots were so black they just seemed to melt into the night. Their owner was apparently clad in black to avoid detection, so that looking up only brought me a silent, misty cipher as a response to my question.
"Please, please," I pleaded, starting to become frantic, "at least say something… show yourself."
I heard the swishing rustle of leather being swept aside and realized from the air that whooshed above my face, curling the fog, that a cape or heavy cloak was being briskly swirled apart above me. And there before my bulging eyes was the evidence of its removal – over a foot of gleamingly pink, jutting cock, the biggest prick I had ever seen.
I had heard and read enough descriptions of it to know that I was face to face with the legendary cock of the Mad Rapist, looming garishly out of a totally black background, seeming to penetrate the foggy air like a thunderbolt from outer space. It seemed to hang over me like a guillotine as I struggled to get up, slipping and sliding on the wet grass, the cheeks of my bare ass grinding into the soggy morass of the drenched meadow. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make any progress. At first I blamed it entirely on the slippery grass, but finally realized that it was more than that. My cunt seemed anchored to the ground, begging, for the most dangerous cock to which it had ever been exposed.
It was clear now. I was the hopeless prisoner of indecision, my brain screaming for me to flee and my cunt begging me to stay, my helpless body paralyzed by the tumult raging within it. As I cringed, throwing my arms over my face in terror, my cunt did just the opposite, thrusting itself upward, foaming at the swollen lips and begging to be fucked, wantonly lusting for the thrill of thrills.
I didn't have long to wait as leather-gloved hands, invisible in the misty darkness, grasped my hips, pulling the lower part of my body upward, drawing my lusting cunt toward the twitching cock that filled my eyes with its glistening immensity. Kneeling, the darkly invisible figure gradually lowered itself to meet my loins midway until, shockingly, I felt the first nudge of the enormous prick against my straining hungry pussy, the drooling lips of my cunt sliding against the powerful prick.
My assailant was in no hurry, having been so successful at his wanton avocation that he had apparently become supremely confident, arrogantly taking his time to administer his cock to his victims as though he were casually fucking them in a suburban bedroom with the shades pulled down. The enormous cock head pressed against my cunt lips, pulling them apart with its hard insistence, making way for a plunging descent down the throbbing expanse of my frothing fucking canal. When it had worked its way past my pussy lips, so that the pulsing head was nestled in my pussy, the cock's owner made a brisk thrust and sent the battering tool at least six inches inside me, a normal load for an average-sized cock, but just the beginning for this one-eyed monster, inches and inches of it still glowing in the misty air, poised on the brink of slashing through me, tearing my runaway cunt to pieces with its pounding fury.
I reached up toward my attacker, seeking to scratch his face. But all I found was more leather, my fingernails skidding off it as I attempted to grapple with my assailant, realizing that he was wearing a leather mask to conceal his identity.
My intensely pulsing cunt told me to throw my hands around the invisible shoulders, bringing the bulk of my assailant closer to me. I pulled his mysterious bulk toward me as I grasped the leather, gouging my nails into it to keep my grip. As our bodies met, my tits rubbing through the flimsy sweater against the slick, exciting leather, I could feel the enormous prick pushing further between my legs, splitting my cunt with its unparalleled length, filling the sopping hole between my legs beyond its capacity with hot cock.
By now my rationality had been totally eclipsed by the steaming influence of my cunt, the sparks of reason thoroughly doused by an ocean of lust, my body throwing off the influence of all stimuli except for the aching need to be fucked as hard as possible. Never had I felt a cock so hard inside me and I wasn't going to let it go. Its rigidity was phenomenal, more like a precision instrument, a fucking machine, than a cock, so tensile was it. It didn't even seem to throb, so hard was the immense cock between the clenching vise of my spread legs. My groans filled the lonely night air, swirling upward to be swallowed by the unquenchable fog as I writhed under the onslaught of the massive prick that rent my totally helpless body. The rapist was up against me now, but I could still detect nothing as I gasped at the face covered with a black leather mask with only slits for the eyes and mouth. It was like being fucked by a nightmare – there was no identity, just a vengeful, disembodied prick sweeping out of nowhere to assuage the swollen tissues of my starving cunt.
"Say something, say something," I pleaded as I felt the steel prick grinding away in my pussy, slanting upward so that it seemed to fill my belly with its thrusting enormity, invading my body like an alien force intent on taking over my being. I instinctively thrust up my legs, wrapping them around the anonymous leather form pressing against me, using the flex of my crossed ankles to force my attacker deeper and deeper inside of me, not willing to cease straining until the whole incredibly long dick was fully imbedded in my steaming cunt.
Despite my pleas, the attacker remained mute, hardly seeming to breathe as he continued to pump away in me like a robot with a haywire transistor for a libido. I could almost feel the nuts and bolts of his steel body as I hung onto him for dear life, pushing and shoving until at last I could take no more up my cunt, his swollen cock filling my pussy to the ultimate. I reached between my sopping legs and frantically felt my crotch welding to his, my sopping pussy hair matting wetly against his slick leather. My heart leapt as I realized that I had accomplished my impossible goal – there was no space between us. I had succeeded in swallowing his mammoth prick whole with my cunt, gorging my pussy with prime meat.
I laid in the grass, waiting to be fucked into oblivion, anxious to be swept away on a tide of spurting cum toward a devastating orgasm.
I felt the cock sliding out, pulling my pussy lips with it, and was sure that in an instant it would plunge back in to the hilt, preparing for the ultimate explosion of molten sperm that I yearned to have dripping from my insides. But to my astonishment, the prick kept sliding until it was completely out and my cunt drooled, screaming to be fucked once again.
But my throbbing pussy was unattended as the head of the cock boldly traced the seam that divided my crotch and then centered on the puckering ridges of my quivering asshole.
"Oh, God," I screamed, "if you stick it in there you'll rip me in two," wishing all the while that he would do just that, tearing me apart with the brutal instrument of sexual destruction that vibrated like a chain saw between his legs.
My asshole was bone dry, but lubrication would have diminished the ultimate thrill I felt when he rammed his huge cock into me, his unstoppable cock tearing past the tight opening and spearing up my ass. The intense pain made my teeth chatter as the rampaging cock ripped through me, squeezing tight tissues of my ass and thrusting into the warmth of my colon, distending my gurgling bowels with its insistence.
I was skewered on his cock, wiggling on the end of his sturdy lance like a wounded prey, my insides melting from the red hot sensation permeating my cunt and bowels. Adding to the intensity, my assailant crunched his hand to my pussy, actually seizing my clit, virtually grabbing it between two fingers and squeezing the turgid bud. The electricity from the pain surged through me, my anguished throbbing clit sending out signals of sweet agony, the brutality that was ravaging my crotch horrifying me on the one hand, and filling my compliant body into waves of horny lust on the other.
I pushed back as hard as he shoved that monster prick up my ass, thrusting up at him so that the lance-like cock almost staked me to the ground. I threw my cunt at his fingers, its drooling lips pulling aside to grab two of his fingers and snatch them down into the ravenous mouth, my pussy craving any stimulation available. His thumb crashed against my clit, and he used another finger to pinch and pull it, swelling the diminutive organ to twice its size so that it felt like a miniature cock growing at the top of my cunt. I ground against him, his hand in my pussy and his mammoth prick in my ass swirling deeper and deeper inside as I sucked him in, stretching and straining and squeezing to accommodate every extra inch I could get from that sonofabitch.
I wanted to wait for his crash of sperm, but I couldn't wait any longer – my orgasm approached rapidly. I gave into my impulses and instantaneously a flood of orgasm inundated me, surging through me like a tidal wave. I could feel my long-sought anal orgasm. It felt like a vibrating, red hot electric rod had been inserted up my asshole, branding me with molten heat. My bowels gurgled as the anal orgasm seized my colon, bathing it in its heat. I was an inferno inside as my hot shit lapped up against the head of the monster cock which surged all the way through my asshole to my quivering inner depths.
His whole hand was inside my gaping cunt by now, filling it with busy fingers that swarmed inside my pussy. My cunt vibrated tautly from the onslaught of my coming, its fire heightened by my engorged ass. My swollen clit stuck out at least an inch and a half, as I could feel it strain at the top of my pussy to try and ejaculate just like the prick that it increasingly resembled. My distended crotch went into a dance, my ass and cunt grasping and clutching and sucking at the twin forces, my orgasmic juices flowing so freely that steam was rising from the hot fluids oozing out of me and hitting the cold night air. Bubbles of pussy juice burst wetly in the fog as the onslaught of my coming lathered up a headier and headier brew, the foaming cream gushing from my bruised fuck-engorged tissues in thick streams. My asshole convulsed and convulsed again, pushed hopelessly out of shape by the enormous cock.
Now only one thing remained for this to be the perfect ending of my police career, to feel his angry torrent of scalding cum tear loose inside me, filling me with thick, rich jizz. I did everything I could to make it happen, practically splitting myself in two as I ground down on that monster prick, trying to suck it inside out with my grasping ass. I sat up on him and made a complete revolution on his standing cock, slowly rotating the massive tower within me, feeling the contours of the flanged head swirling against my pulsing inner tissues. I crunched down, bearing down and gyrating on top of his loins, my slobbering pussy drooling onto his stomach, leaving a glistening pool of cunt dew on his black leather.
But nothing happened.
There was no cum.
It got to be like a kind of a contest as I accelerated my efforts time after time and the rapist stayed completely stiff, refusing to yield a drop of precious sperm. He let me take any position I wished to try to make him come, but my wildest gyrations and acrobatics produced nothing.
In desperation, I pulled his cock painfully from my ass and banged my cunt down on it, filling my pussy once more with the mammoth male tool, hoping the change might fulfill my yearning wish to be inundated with buckets of thick male cream. But my pussy was no more successful than my asshole, his stubborn cock standing stiffly aloof as it filled my snatch.
How could this be happening to me? It was like a pit with no bottom. I begged for an eruption of come, the fluid that I was sure would finally anoint me. Without his jizz pouring in me, I'd have failed. I would have failed to tame the rapist, failed to bring his cock down.
"My God, you freak!" I blurted as an insight suddenly hit me. "That's why you rape women when you could get anybody you wanted with no trouble with a cock like yours. You hate all women because no matter how big and how hard you get it up, you still can't come. So you're going to get even with them by raping them, by blowing their minds with that monster prick, by stuffing in their pussies and asses and getting them all turned on in spite of themselves, and then punishing them by not coming. You won't be satisfied until you've humiliated every woman in the world."
I looked toward the leather masked face for a response, but saw the same impassivity as before, no hint showing of the person inside all that shimmering black leather.
"That's it," I screamed in frustration, furiously pulling myself off his massive cock, its length coursing so long out of my cunt that it looked like an obscene magic trick.
I leapt on him, beating him with my fists, screaming, "Admit it, admit it, you lousy motherfucker, that's why you're doing this. You hate women, you're trying to get even with them because you're not man enough to come. Show yourself, you rotten degenerate."
I pounded on his chest, feeling my fists surprisingly striking something softer than I had expected. My blows brought results, the rapist reacting in pain from my striking fists and mobilizing himself to defend himself. His arms crashed against mine, sending my hand up toward his neck with the impact. I moved my hand, but felt a drag and realized that my fingernail had caught in something. A zipper! As I shielded myself from his flailing with my free arm, I grabbed hold of the zipper and ripped it downward, the parting of the teeth screeching beyond proportion in the night. My eyes gleamed as I anticipated what was beneath the leather – the rapist's flesh.
The gleam turned into a glaze as my eyes bugged from my ashen face, my head reeling with abject shock as severe as pressing a hot wire to my clit.
The chest was bare, soft and smooth, almost glowing in the dark because of its pinkness. What? Could this be, my mind screamed to me as I grabbed the leather flaps which the zipper had opened and pulled them fiercely apart, exposing the full chest and confirming my desperate suspicion.
Two shimmering tits rose throbbingly on the rapist's chest, twin globes of erotic perfection with exquisite crimson nipples standing stiffly like whips of red frosting on a birthday cake. They were compact, hard tits of the kind one dreams about in one's erotic lesbian fantasies, when you're lying alone in bed some Sunday morning wishing you had something fine to wrap your legs around and fuck and suck.
"What's going on?" I blurted like the fall guy in some comedy sketch as I straddled the now still figure, unable to take my eyes from the pulsing tits heaving in the night air, framed by fog and black leather.
Burning with frustration I reached down and tore into the leather costume, madly searching for any buttons or zippers so I could find an answer to this insane riddle. Near the waist I found the button that cinched the waistband of the pants, the zipper open to accommodate the still twitching prick, as long and as hard as it had been from the beginning. I grabbed the waistband and pulled with all my might, feeling the button rip off and squirt up through my fingers before it sailed off into the grass.
The pants were open! I couldn't believe it as I pulled down on them, pushing them frantically past the groin.
The cock was still as big and hard as ever, but suddenly it looked completely different to me.
Elastic straps were fastened to its base and circled the loins. An elastic belt around the waist secured it from the top. The balls looked flat and sterile because they were plastic. I put my hand tentatively around the long stem of the prick and looked askance at the bulging head, realizing with a shock that the legendary Mad Rapist's mythical cock was a fake.
"You've been raping these women with a dildo!" I shrieked.
I grabbed the fake latex cock, my grip transformed from timid to tenacious now as I scoffed at the feature of the artificial prick which only a few minutes earlier had me coming in waves. The detailed attempts by the manufacturer to make this thing look like it was real seemed pathetic to me, as I reveled in the increasing tide of what looked like my total triumph. I ripped contemptuously at it, pulling vigorously at it until the straps snapped and it tore away from the body.
I threw the dildo haughtily to the ground and focused on the quivering groin before me.
It was a cunt! A beautiful, rounded mound of uniquely female flesh, a crimson cleft forming between the lips, all totally visible because it was hairless. The owner abruptly parted her legs, bending at the knees to stretch in the fallen trousers, spreading her thighs so wide that the pussy breath steamed from her pared cunt.
"You're one of those Goddamn sex-change freaks, aren't you?" I brayed, desperately trying to keep a grip on myself. "You were tired of being a fag, so you got one of those perverted operations, and now you're getting even with your female competition because you still can't make it."
But the words rang hollow in my ears. Something told me that what I was saying was just hot air, that I was talking just to hear myself talk so I wouldn't have to face the truth.
The revealing evidence was right there in front of me but I resisted letting myself recognize it, fighting to remain in control of the situation, clinging to the belligerence of my cop instincts.
But, ultimately, my resistance crumbled, becoming defenseless under the onslaught of my impulses. I reached out for the bare cunt and felt it, recognizing the familiarity of its soft open lines.
I looked again at the bare tits and felt them with my other hand, instantly recognizing the swirl of the nipple as my probing finger scraped the sensitive ridge around the puckering knot.
My God, I knew these tits, this bare cunt! My closest confidant, the person – the woman – I respected most was the so-called Mad Rapist!
"Professor Higgins!" I exclaimed. "It's you!"
The hands went to the face and began wriggling the mask from the head. Finally it was off, the face fully exposed. The smile that had beckoned me so many times across the mahogany desk blazed at me incandescently, cutting through the mist of the fog with its gleam.
"Yes, it IS you. It is."
Now things started to come back to me, especially something I had seen the last time I was in her office. That drawer in the file cabinet full of rubber and leather things from which she'd drawn the two-headed dildo that we fucked each other with. That drawer was full of sexual appliances and paraphernalia, her equipment as the rapist. I'd been looking at the costume of the Mad Rapist that day in her office.
"But why?" I pleaded. "Why only in the 69th precinct?"
The smile remained fixed on her face, but no words came forth.
"Did it have something to do with me?"
For the first time there was some animation beyond the smile on her face as she nodded, but there were still no words.
Suddenly it occurred to me that there were going to be no easy answers forthcoming from her. This was some kind of desperate game where she would tease me until the last, forcing me to torturously come up with the answers on my own. My mind reeled as I frantically searched for a solution to the puzzle.
"You wanted me, didn't you? You wanted to prove that only a woman could catch you, that you were too much for any man."
She nodded her head again.
"But don't you see," I cried, "by doing this you've incriminated both of us. We each know too much about the other. There's no way I can turn you in – which makes me as much a criminal as you – but I can't let you continue to run wild. What will we do?"
She showed me.
She reached toward me and embraced me, sending her hot lance of a tongue into my open mouth, which was still agape from astonishment, filling it with fleshy, gurgling desire as her tongue rammed down my throat. I felt helpless to do anything other than return her passion as she pulled me toward her so that I fell on top of her, our exposed cunts meeting in a kiss as wet as the one of our mouths, our drooling pussy lips smacking together in sticky union, our clits acting like miniature tongues as they rubbed against each other.
With our bodies free of the dildo, we slid compactly into an erotic embrace, our bodies seeming to be made for each other. My heaving tits rubbed across her spike-like nipples and our legs wrapped around each other like inseparable vines, our cunts welded together so that the juices mixed and our pussy lips and clits seemed to fuse. I realized for the first time what an obstacle a cock was when it came to fucking. Nothing could beat the sheer delight and naturalness of one cunt rubbing against another, the two gashes sucking hungrily at each other, never satisfied until they had sucked the other one inside.
Pressing my body even tighter against hers, I undulated my hips slowly and rhythmically, fucking her with my clit, positioning my throbbing pelvis so that the erect knob actually penetrated Professor Higgins' hairless pussy to the extent that I could feel her cunt wall closing in to accommodate it.
It was just before I started to come that I realized, bizarre as it seemed, things had turned out for the best after all. "Of course," I blurted, feeling her hard sensuous body writhing beneath me as I fucked her in the fantastic fashion that only a woman can fuck another woman, "this means we'll always have to be together so we can keep each other's secret. Jesus, is that why you did it?"
I could see her head nodding yes, her eyes gleaming with ecstasy as I pumped and pumped again between her parted thighs with my thrusting cunt and penetrating clit.
"But why?" I cried. "You know how I've always felt about you. All you had to do was ask."
And then she spoke for the first time. "It was more fun this way. Now, remember who's the pupil and who's the professor and shut up and fuck me and forget there was ever such a creature as a man."
Like an honor student, I did what the teacher told me.