Part 2: Police Woman Betrayed

The room was completely silent as John Pressman finished speaking. He had just confessed to the brutal rape of over 15 young, attractive lesbian women on national television. He had laughed at the police, the DA's office and the judicial system. He bragged about how it felt to shove his 8 inch dick down an unwilling lesbian's throat, to look her in the eye while he fucked her face and she choked on his cock. The soft heavy feel as he fondled her jiggling tits. He loved the mixed smell of her fear and disgust as he pried her legs apart and entered her for the first time. He had tried to explain the sensation of hearing a pretty woman beg, plead promise you anything, EVERYTHING and the satisfaction that came when she realized that there was nothing she could do, nothing in the world that was sweeter to you than ripping into her tender lesbian ass, and burying your face in her cunt as far as it could possibly go.

In a just world John Pressman would have gone to jail for confessing to such terrible crimes. Unfortunately he held his news conference AFTER he had gotten off on a technicality. The police had not gotten a warrant to search his car, and even though it was parked in front of his house the judge had ruled that it was separate and distinct and required its own warrant. Under the rules of Double Jeopardy he could not be tried again. He was a free man and there was nothing anyone could do about it. He ended his statement with a challenge to the police. "You arrested me, beat me, and threatened to kill me if I did not confess. Ok assholes I confess to raping the 15 women you know about, I'll even throw in 8 more in other states. I can't wait to get out there and rape some more. Heh, just kidding."

He then turned and left the room laughing all the way.

Police Captain Carl Jablonski was a tired man. In the past two weeks he had received calls from the Commissioner, the DA, The Mayor, The Governor, The ACLU, and 6 different Gay/Lesbian activist groups. They all said the same thing, he better catch this fucker, and it damn well better be air-fucking-tight this time. Since John Pressman's release 5 Lesbian women had been raped. The last 2 had been left naked and hog tied in the street outside his precinct. None of the women were willing to testify. The poor young girls were completely shattered, John Pressman had taken their pride, dignity, sanity and in 3 cases their virginity. Jablonski was running out of options. He had sent 2 teams of undercover female detectives posing as lesbian lovers to get Pressman's attention in the bars he frequented. They were young, pretty, and experienced detectives, who had 37 male officers backing them up; as well as state of the art recording and surveillance technology.

The undercover officers kissed and rubbed each other seductively in plain sight of Pressman, to no avail. Both times he identified them as fake lesbians, laughed in their face and went home. Jablonski had just received word that harassment charges had been filed and a restraining order had been issued barring him from further investigation without showing due cause. He figured that he had one more chance to get this sick bastard. Jablonski would be risking his good name, career, and maybe even endangering the lives of some of the men and women in his command.

"No one makes a fool out of this department, and gets away with it."

He was going to do whatever it took to put Pressman away for good.

Susan Miller was not a very good cop. She knew that, and the rest of her squad knew it too. She had dreamed of being a detective for as long as she could remember. She was going to outsmart the bad guys and protect the innocent. It had not worked out that way. She was 27 years old and after 8 years on the job was still assigned to traffic duty and crowd control. She was starting to admit to herself that this might be the best she could do. She did not really resent her job but did wish her relationship with her fellow officers was better. Many nicknamed her Deputy Dike, or the Luscious Lesbo. Susan was 5ft 9in tall, had soft honey brown hair, plump 36 D breasts, and thanks to a rigorous exercise program, a firm juicy ass.

"If I could just find a way to get the Captain's attention I know I could do a good job as a detective," she thought as she was walking past the Sergeant's desk.

"Hey Miller, get your butt up to the Captain's office right now," Sergeant Peterson called to her. When Susan entered Jablonski's office he was not alone. Lieutenants from Vice, Homicide, and Tactical Command sat in a semicircle around the Captain's desk.

"Miller have a seat, keep your mouth shut and listen to what I have to offer you" Jablonski ordered. We have been trying to catch the so called Lesbian Rapist for two weeks and frankly he has made us look like fools. Every time I send someone undercover he sniffs them out. Pressman knows a Lesbian when he sees one. If we are going to catch him I need a real Lesbian as bait. I have been authorized to give you a bump in pay to Grade 39 as well as a promotion to Detective Sergeant if you successfully apprehend Pressman."

This was too good to be true. Grade 39 paid $56,000 and she would be a Detective at last.

"I'll do it sir!" she squealed.

"Good you will have plenty of backup and we will plant a microrecorder in your shoe. You will get Pressman hot and out of control. Then beg him to stop, and tell him that he is raping you. That will be the Task Force's cue to break in and arrest him. Is that clear?" he asked. Ok then all you need to do is pick the female partner who will be bait with you to get his attention. I want to make this 100% clear. There can be no holding back on this one. I need you to get his attention. You must pick a woman that will get you and Pressman excited. You will be kissing, licking and rubbing yourself all over this cop. Do whatever it takes. If you need to, strip her naked and lick her pussy clean on the pool table, then do it. If you decide that shoving a pool cue up her ass is the only way to get Pressman to attack, then that is what you had better fucking do. Do you understand me Officer?!" he roared.

Susan could not help it but she felt herself getting wet from his instructions. She could not believe her luck. She knew exactly who she wanted, shit she had fantasized about her for almost a year now. Those proud, perky tits and that tight, tight ass had haunted Susan's dreams for a long time. She wanted to lick that pussy, to stick her tongue deep in her fellow officer's ass and savor the funky aroma. Sometimes she would hang around outside the showers to catch a peek at this small, beautiful woman. Susan had masturbated for many a night to the remembered image of her dripping wet perfect little naked body, begging to be sucked and fucked. She was made to be spread, beaten into submission, and licked until she begged for Susan's touch and taste.

Susan knew these were just intense fantasies, she could never have this woman, or so she had always thought. Until now. The Captain was bringing her fantasy to life.

"I understand sir, I would like to have Beth Thomas as my partner. One thing sir she is newly married, I am not sure if she will be convincing."

Jablonski thought he was going to be sick. He had partnered with Beth's father for 22 years. Frank had died taking a bullet meant for him. He was Beth's Godfather and had just given her away at her wedding 2 months ago. She loved and trusted him, and would do anything he asked. He was going to betray her, and her father's memory.

"SHE doesn't have to be convincing. Basically you are going to rape and molest her. I am gambling a sick bastard like Pressman will get off on the idea of raping another rapist. Just be brutal with her and we will have him."

Susan was very happy as she left the Captain's office, "Don't worry sir I will get his attention, it will look like I am raping her and enjoying every minute of it. I promise."

As soon as she closed the door the room erupted in protest. The other officer's were shocked and dismayed at the details of this plan. "Grade 39 that's more than I make... Det Sgt she is a fucking meter maid... Beth is a good cop she deserves better than to be gift wrapped for this sick lesbian bitch," they yelled over each other.

" Gentlemen please hear me out. There are some details to this plan that I neglected to cover with our young lesbian officer. We are all having to make sacrifices on this one, and she will be no exception. You and all 60 of your men will be asked to provide audio, and visual recordings of John Pressman brutally raping Officer Susan Miller. There will be no doubt about it this time. In addition to the tape we will put on a parade of the distinguished eye witness testimony of 60+ policemen, DA's and judges who will be on site with you. We will not stop Pressman from raping Susan Miller. He is to be allowed to fuck her in anyway he sees fit, for as long as he likes. If he wants her pretty little ass, it is his. If he prefers to rip her cunt to pieces, no problem. Anything goes. If at the end he decides to kill her, you WILL let him. We'll have him on tape murdering a police officer. Let him get off on a technicality then. If she survives the ordeal Susan will have earned her promotion and every penny of her pay increase. Of course she will still have to pass her psych exam, and be on probation just like any other new Detective. If she fails either she can be removed from the force at MY discretion. Considering the mental state of John Pressman's previous victims, I don't think she will be passing any psych exams in the near future. Get some popcorn gentleman, sit back, and let's enjoy the show."

John knew it was time to leave town. He had proven his superiority and exercised his God given right to rape Lesbians but things were starting to get out of hand. Everywhere he went he was being followed. Every woman that he thought he might like to rape had to be carefully scrutinized to make sure she was not a cop. It was not fair. He was being persecuted for following his natural instincts. Ever since he raped his first Lesbian he knew that this was to be a way of life for him. Hell even the Constitution promises every American Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness. Raping Lesbians was his life, and it made him happy. Lately he had been taking too many chances. John was beginning to scare himself. If the police ever caught him he would be going to jail for a long time. To make things worse he knew his fellow inmates would jump at the chance to rape a Master Rapist.

"Yep it's time to move on and lay low for a while, just one more date and I am outta here" John promised himself.

Beth was very nervous as she and Susan drove to the "Brassy Bitch Bar and Grill" She kept sneaking quick glances at her new partner. Uncle Carl had asked her to participate in this very important, dangerous assignment, and she did not want to let him down... but she was extremely uncomfortable with the idea of kissing another woman, especially a Lesbian. As the car pulled to a stop outside the bar Beth turned to Susan and said, "I guess this is it... before we go in I guess we had better practice you know kissing and stuff, so I don't screw anything up".

Susan smiled at her and said "relax I'm sure you will do fine. Just pretend I am your husband. I am just as nervous as you are, and I promise you I will not enjoy the things that I will have to do to you in there. But we have a duty to try our best to get this creep before he hurts any one else. I guess you're right though a little practice is probably a good idea." Susan leaned over and began nuzzling Beth's neck; she gently planted several soft angel kisses on the smaller woman. Finally she worked her way up to Beth's cheek and kissed the left and right sides tenderly. She reached out and took Beth's dainty hands in her own and began to softly caress them. Next Susan began to lick Beth's lips until they parted just a crack, and she slipped a tongue inside her mouth. As Susan started sucking on her tongue Beth was starting to panic, but she tried to hold it together.

Then Susan began making small circles on the blue silk shirt covering Beth's pointy little nipples.