Mandy reached her own home 25 minutes later, parking the patrol car out
front. She went quickly into her house and opened up her safe, taking out
the photos. She then went to her nightstand drawer and took something else
out. She carried both of her acquisitions into the kitchen, where she
retrieved a paper lunch bag from a drawer and dropped them inside. She then
went back outside, locking up her door behind her. She climbed back into her
patrol car and began driving through the residential streets, heading for Jo
Ann’s house once again.
She parked directly in front of the house when she arrived, locked her car
up, and then walked up to the door, paper bag in hand. She felt a tinge of
nervousness and hesitated for a moment, wondering again if this was really a
good idea. Before doubt could fully surface, she reached out her hand and
rang the doorbell several times, part of her hoping Jo Ann wouldn’t be home,
part of her hoping she would be.
She heard the clanking of the locks a moment later and then the door swung
slowly open, revealing Jo Ann herself. Mandy actually winced a little as she
saw how her nemesis was dressed on this fine afternoon. Having been friends
with Jo Ann in the past and seeing her at the school picking up her kids
every day off, Mandy knew quite well that Jo Ann seemed to lack any sort of
fashion sense. This lack of dressing ability had done nothing but worsen
since Jo Ann had put on weight. She now favored stretchy stirrup pants in a
variety of loud colors combined with an equally loud knee length sweater or
T-shirt, usually in a horribly clashing color. Today was no exception. Her
stirrup pants were a glaringly bright burgundy color, the long shirt a deep
royal blue. Football uniforms didn’t clash as badly as that.
“Mandy?” Jo Ann said, her face wrinkling in confusion. “What are you doing
here? Why are you out of your jurisdiction?”
“You should talk about being out of jurisdiction,” Mandy told her, taking a
step forward.
“I beg your pardon,” Jo Ann said, a hint of anger touching her tone. “I
think you’d better explain yourself right away or you can be assured that
Lieutenant Goble will be hearing from me.”
“Are you alone?” Mandy asked, ignoring the threat.
“I hardly think that’s any of your business,” she said.
“Are you alone?” Mandy repeated, more forcefully this time. “Or did you
maybe take your stepson out of school early for a little motherly advice
session?”
That got through. Mandy saw her pale a bit and then quickly recover.
“I’ve heard enough of this,” she said. “Lieutenant Goble will be getting a
phone call from me shortly. I’m sure my husband will be interested to hear
about your being thirty miles from your patrol area as well.” She started to
close the door.
Mandy put her hand on it, stopping the swing. “If you know what’s good for
you, Jo Ann, I think you’d better answer my question right now. Are you
alone?”
She took a few chomps of her gum, her eyes troubled. Finally, she said, “I’m
alone. What is it you want?”
“Let me in,” she said. “We need to talk.”
There was now fear in Jo Ann’s eyes. Mandy could see it quite plainly. She
didn’t know what was wrong, but she knew something was, because otherwise
one of her underlings wouldn’t dare be so crass to her. “Okay,” she finally
said, standing aside. “But this had better be good.”
“Oh, it’s good all right,” Mandy said with an evil smile. “It’s probably the
goodest thing ever.” She came inside, stopping in the foyer. “Close the door
and lock it. I’ve got something very interesting to show you.”
“What is it?” she asked nervously.
“I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise now, would I?” Mandy asked. “Why
don’t we go into your bedroom to talk?”
“My bedroom?”
“Your bedroom,” she said. “But first, why don’t you go check the back door
and make sure it’s locked. Sometimes people forget about that back door you
know, and sometimes people slip inside when you’re not expecting them. We
wouldn’t want that to happen now, would we?”
Jo Ann paled a little more as she heard this. “What do you mean by that?”
she asked.
“All in good time,” Mandy told her. “Just go do what I said and let’s go see
your bedroom. I don’t have a whole lot of time here and there’s a lot that
needs to be done.”
Looking like a zombie, Jo Ann walked through the house to the back door. She
checked it and found it was indeed locked. She then led Mandy up the
stairway to her bedroom. They went inside and she stood there, next to the
bed, waiting nervously to see what this was all about. Mandy shut the door
behind them, engaging the locking mechanism.
“Why did you do that?” Jo Ann asked.
“Just taking precautions,” Mandy told her. “Why don’t you have a seat on the
bed there?”
“You’re treating me like I’m a suspect on a call,” Jo Ann said, trying to
take the offensive. “How dare you come into my home and act like this.”
“Actually,” Mandy told her, “I have more respect for the suspects on my
calls than I have for you. So how about you just sit down like I told you
before any unpleasantness has to occur.”
“Are you threatening me? Because if you are…”
“Sit down, Jo Ann,” Mandy told her forcefully. “Sit down right now and shut
that fucking trap of yours.”
Startled, the fear back in her eyes, Jo Ann sat down. Mandy took a step
toward her and, without any preliminaries, reached in her paper bag and
pulled out the stack of photographs. She handed them to Jo Ann. “Take a look
at these,” she said. “Maybe they will help explain to you why I’m here.”
Jo Ann slowly reached out and took the pictures. When she looked at the
first one a gasp escaped her mouth. The last remaining vestiges of color
drained from her face. Her pupils enlarged in fear and her hands began to
tremble.
“Go ahead and look at them all,” Mandy told her. “Not my finest photography,
I’ll be the first to admit, but not terribly bad considering the lighting
conditions.”
“How… how… why…” Jo Ann stammered, almost speechless in horror.
“That back door I was telling you about,” Mandy said. “Do you remember when
you forgot to sign those payroll slips? That was one of the days you pulled
your little disappearing act. Well,
Lieutenant Goble really needed those slips signed and he thought, for some
reason, that I might have an idea where to find you. He was right. I’ve seen
you slinking around here off and on for more than a year now. I never told
anyone, but I knew. So I came over here to try to get you but you didn’t
answer the door. So I went around back and found that door open. I was just
going to yell out for you but then I heard this curious little moan coming
from upstairs.” She smiled. “The rest, as they say, is history.”
“This isn’t what it looks like,” Jo Ann said.
Mandy laughed. “It looks to me like you were fucking your stepson,” she
said. “Your seventeen year old, minor, stepson.”
“He raped me,” she said. “He overpowered me and raped me!”
“Is that the best you can do?” Mandy asked. “How do you think that’s going
to sound in a court of law? A seventeen-year-old kid somehow managed to
overpower a fully uniformed and armed sheriff’s sergeant in her own home and
raped her. And she then failed to mention anything about it afterward? And
then there’s Jeff’s testimony, if it comes down to that. What’s he going to
say? And then there’s my testimony. What do you think I’m going to say? I
watched you for the better part of ten minutes. There is no doubt in my mind
about who was in charge of that little episode.”
Jo Ann didn’t have anything to say to that. She swallowed nervously, her
eyes looking like those of a deer in a set of headlights.
“Yes,” Mandy said, “I think this will all be very interesting when it comes
to light. For instance, what was Jeff even doing here that time of day? Did
you take him out of school to come fuck you? That’s contributing to the
delinquency of a minor. How many times in the past have you done that?
They’ll look into that, you know. Was it ten? Twenty? Fifty?”
“That’s not how it happened,” Jo Ann gasped.
Mandy ignored her. “Of course contributing to the delinquency is only the
start. Jeff is a minor, is he not? He is not legally capable of giving
consent for sexual relations now, is he? That means you’ll be charged with
unlawful intercourse. That’s a sex crime. You get convicted of that, you’ll
do about two years in the joint and then have to register as a sex offender
for the rest of your life.”
Jo Ann started to rub her stomach now, as if she were sick.
“But even that is not the worst part, is it?” Mandy went on. “Oh no, that’s
only the beginning. First of all, you’ll be fired from the sheriff’s
department. Even if your husband would be inclined to try to protect you
from this one, it would be useless. You can’t commit a felony and keep
working as a law enforcement officer. Hell, even if you’re not convicted of
the crime, even if you plea it down to a misdemeanor somehow, you’ll still
be fired. Nothing in the world will be able to protect you from that.
“And then there’s your husband. He’ll surely divorce you over this, won’t
he? I’m sure you won’t mind that part, but since you’ll be a convicted sex
criminal, you’ll automatically lose all custody rights to the children
you’ve had with him. The most you’ll be able to hope for will be supervised
visitations. That’s after you get out of prison, of course. And then there’s
the subject of alimony and community property. It stands to reason that
you’ll get the bare minimum when the judge starts crunching numbers. My
guess is you’ll end up living in some Edison Avenue flophouse after you get
out of the joint, too old and ugly to even prostitute yourself out on
Cypress Avenue.”
Jo Ann broke at that point. Mandy saw it happen. She started to tremble all
over, her lips quivering as tears started to run down her face. “What…
what do you… do you want?” she asked.
Mandy smiled. “Ahhh,” she said. “Now we’ve come to the meat of the matter,
haven’t we? Well, to tell you the truth, half of me is inclined to just take
these pictures and my story to IA right now. The scenario I just described
gives me a great deal of happiness to think about. I’d love to see all of
that happen, I’d fucking love it after all you’ve put me through.”
“Please don’t, Mandy,” Jo Ann pleaded. “Please? I don’t know why I did what
I did, but I’ll do anything if you don’t tell on me. Please? We used to be
friends. Remember?”
“Yes,” Mandy said. “I remember. But that isn’t going to help you here.
You’ve done too many things since then, so don’t even try to play the
friendship card with me. I just came from my IA interview, do you know that?
Nichols told me what you wrote in your report. You tried to get me fired.
You tried to get me arrested and tried. So don’t even think that pulling the
friendship that we once had out of your ass is going to help you now.”
“I’m sorry,” she pleaded. “I don’t know why I…”
“Shut up,” Mandy said. “I don’t even want to hear that shit out of you.
You’re a fucking bitch and I’m here to make sure you never pull anything
like that on anyone again.”
“I won’t,” she said immediately. “I promise. I’ll change! I’ll…”
“I told you to shut up,” she said mildly.
Jo Ann’s mouth snapped instantly shut.
“Now then,” Mandy said whimsically. “What to do with you? What to do?” She
scratched her head for a moment. “You know, I have an idea,” she said at
last.
“Whu… whu… what is it?” Jo Ann said.
Mandy gave an evil smile. “You know that rumor you’ve been spreading around
lately about Trina and me?” she asked. “The one about how we’re more than
friendly with each other?”
“I never spread any rumor about that,” Jo Ann protested. “Really, Mandy. In
fact, when I heard some other people saying it I told them…”
“It’s true,” Mandy said, interrupting her blathering.
Jo Ann’s mouth dropped open once more. “It’s… true?”
“That’s right,” she said. “After all the lies you spread about me over the
years, you just happened to hit on something that was actually true. How
about that? I’m bisexual, Jo Ann. Trina and I have been getting it on for
almost a month now.”
Jo Ann swallowed nervously, her hands wringing together. “Why… why are you
telling me this?” she wanted to know.
“I just wanted to let you know exactly what you’re dealing with here,” she
said. “I’m a woman who likes doing it with other women and I’m also a woman
who has some very damaging information about you. Are these two facts
starting to come together in your head now?”
It was quite apparent by looking at the horror on Jo Ann’s face that they
were. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “I won’t do that, Mandy. I don’t…
I mean I’ve never… I’m not going to do anything like what you’re
thinking.”
Mandy took a step forward, so that she was towering over the sitting Jo Ann.
“Wrong,” she told her. “You are going to do everything I’m thinking and you
are going to do it well. If you don’t, these pictures will be on the desk of
Sergeant Nichols by lunchtime.”
“Mandy, please,” Jo Ann pleaded, tears coming down her cheeks now. “You
don’t really want to… to… rape me.”
“Oh but I do,” Mandy replied. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a very long
time.” She put her hand on Jo Ann’s shoulder and pushed. “Lay back on the
bed.”
“No, Mandy,” she said, resisting. “I’m not…”
Mandy slapped her across the face, a sharp backhand that echoed throughout
the room. “I said lay back on the fucking bed,” she said.
Jo Ann looked up at Mandy in defeat. It was obvious that no one had ever
slapped her across the face before. Trembling all over, tears continuing to
run down her face, she lay back like she was told. Her feet and lower legs
continued to dangle over the edge.
“That’s a good little bitch,” Mandy told her. “You just lay back there and
do what you’re told and all this will be over in a little bit.” She reached
for the snaps on her nylon equipment belt and released them. The belt slid
to the floor at her feet. She kicked off her leather boots. Her fingers then
went to the buckle on her belt. She undid it, the buckle jingling a little
as it was released. Hearing this, Jo Ann began to cry harder.
“Please, Mandy,” she pleaded. “Don’t do this to me. I’ll be good from now
on! I’ll never bother you again. I promise!”
“Nope,” she said, opening the button on her pants. “I’m afraid I’m going to
have to follow through with this. Otherwise, how would you know I was really
serious?”
“I believe you!” she blubbered. “Please! You don’t have to do this!”
“But I’m going to,” she said mildly, opening her zipper. She pushed the
green uniform pants down, which left her standing in a pair of lavender
panties. She could feel wetness seeping from her pussy into those panties.
She was very turned on by the power she held over her bitchy supervisor, by
the revenge she was about to exact. She hooked her fingers into the
waistband of the panties and pushed them down, revealing her neatly trimmed
black pubic hair and the swollen lips of her vagina.
“No,” Jo Ann cried as she saw this. “Please no!”
Mandy stepped forward, so she was standing astride Jo Ann’s overhanging
legs. She then put her knees up onto the bed to straddle Jo Ann’s large
thighs. Slowly she began to inch forward, her wet pussy moving closer and
closer to its goal. It passed over Jo Ann’s pubic region and Mandy gave just
a little grind, sending a wave of pleasure radiating through her body. She
then continued upward, onto Jo Ann’s stomach and up toward her breasts.
“Mandy, really,” Jo Ann said as she saw the pussy moving up toward her face.
“Don’t you think this has gone far enough?”
“Nope,” she said simply, inching forward a little more, so that her pussy
was over Jo Ann’s large breasts now. “Have you ever eaten a pussy before?”
“No!” she said indignantly. “I don’t want to do it! Please don’t make me do
it!”
“A little late for that, babe,” Mandy said, coming down the far side of the
breasts. Her pussy was now right up against Jo Ann’s neck. “Can you smell
me?” she asked her now. “Can you smell that wet pussy that’s about to be
smeared in your face?”
“Mandy, please!” she pleaded, near panic now. “I’ve never… I don’t…”
Mandy edged forward once again, rising up just a little on the bed. Her
pussy was now directly above Jo Ann’s face, about four inches away. She
reached down and put her hand in Jo Ann’s hair. “Bon appetite,” she told
her. She then yanked her head forward, simultaneously dropping her body
down. Jo Ann’s face mashed forcefully against her swollen lips. She grunted
in surprised horror at the contact. Mandy continued pulling on her hair,
forcing her face harder and harder into her crotch. She ground herself into
her at the same time, smearing juices everywhere. Jo Ann kept her mouth
tightly closed during this, would breathe only in gasps.
“Mmmmm,” Mandy said with a sigh as the pleasurable pressure spread
throughout her body. “You can’t believe how long I’ve wanted to do this, you
fucking cunt,” she told Jo Ann. “How’s that pussy feel against your face?”
She gave an extra hard grind. “How’s it feel, bitch?”
Jo Ann was crying too hard to give a coherent answer. Mandy didn’t care. She
continued to grind herself against Jo Ann’s face, feeling her nose bump the
swollen clit a few times. She pushed down a little when that happened,
actually feeling Jo Ann’s nose penetrate her opening. When she eased back up
Jo Ann started coughing and gasping. Without letting her catch her breath,
Mandy ground herself back down again, this time rubbing her clit against her
chin. She kept this up for almost five minutes, just smearing herself all
over Jo Ann, nearly suffocating her at times, rubbing her clit up against
anything that stuck out of her face. Finally, however, she decided it was
time to move on to something else, something that gave her a little more
physical pleasure as well as dealing more humiliation.
She stopped the grinding motion and slowly swung her left leg over the top
of Jo Ann’s body, removing herself from her. Jo Ann’s face was glistening
wet with secretions. Tears were still running down her face. Mandy lay back
on the bed on her back, scooting backwards until she was near the headboard.
She opened her legs widely, obscenely.
“Now then, bitch,” she said. “It’s time for you to lick me out.”
“Luh… luh… lick you?” Jo Ann said.
“Eat my pussy,” she said. “Come on. Roll over and get between my legs and
get to work.”
“I… I… don’t know how,” she said. “I’ve never…”
“I guess I’ll have to teach you then, won’t I? Now get over here!”
“Mandy, please. Haven’t you done enough?”
“Not even close,” she said. “Now get your face in my pussy right now or I’m
going to get up and head over to IA.”
Slowly, miserably, Jo Ann rolled over on the bed and moved herself forward.
She leaned down slowly, so her blonde head was just above Mandy’s crotch.
She looked at the pussy before her fearfully, with revulsion on her face.
“I… I can’t!” she said.
“You will,” Mandy told her, grabbing another handful of her hair. She tugged
her toward her crotch. “Stick out your tongue and start licking me. Lick up
and down the lips first. Get all those juices cleaned up.”
Jo Ann gave a final whimper and then hesitantly stuck out her tongue. It
touched the edge of Mandy’s swollen lip and then withdrew.
“Come on, Goddammit!” Mandy ordered, giving another tug to her hair. “Start
licking! Up and down, back and forth. I want a fucking tongue bath on my
slit, bitch!”
A sob burst out of Jo Ann but she did as she was told. She put her tongue
out and started licking Mandy’s wet lips, running it from the bottom to the
top and then back down again. Mandy sighed as the first real physical
pleasure rippled through her.
“Oh yes,” she cooed. “That’s a good little bitch. Eat that pussy. Keep
licking me, just like that. Oh yessss.” She wrapped her long legs around Jo
Ann’s back, tightening them up and pulling her in closer. “Keep on licking.
Now stick your tongue in my hole. All the way in.”
Jo Ann did as she was told, driving the tip of her tongue between her pussy
lips. Mandy moaned again, pulling her hair a little harder to increase the
contact.
“Uh huh,” Mandy said, nearly panting now. “Keep doing that a few times.
Tongue fuck me, you fucking bitch. Tongue fuck me!”
She tongue fucked her, driving it in and out, hesitantly at first and then
with a little more gusto. Mandy sighed and moaned as she tugged on Jo Ann’s
hair and pinned her in place with her legs. She was having the time of her
life. She felt like she could stay for hours, forcing Jo Ann to pleasure her
body. But alas, she didn’t have hours and she had other plans to complete
before she left today. It was time to have Jo Ann bring her to orgasm.
“Start licking my clit now,” she told her. “I’m sure you know where it is.”
Jo Ann didn’t even hesitate this time. She moved her tongue up through the
lips until she reached the swollen nubbin. She began to lick it up and down
aggressively.
“Oh yes, you nasty fucking bitch,” Jo Ann cooed as she felt her go to work.
“You know how to eat a pussy, don’t you? Keep licking that clit. I’m gonna
come all over your ugly face, you know that?”
Jo Ann didn’t say anything, she just kept licking, using broad strokes now.
Mandy’s pelvis began to rock up and down, move back and forth as the peak to
orgasm started to climb. Her fingers tightened a little more in Jo Ann’s
hair, actually pulling a few strands loose, her legs clenched harder around
her back, tightening around her neck a little. It became difficult for Jo
Ann to keep her tongue on target but sharp words from Mandy whenever it
slipped off helped her re-acquire her target quickly.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Mandy moaned, her head now whipping back and forth. “Now
suck on it, bitch!” she commanded. “Suck my fucking clit into your mouth!”
Jo Ann took it between her lips and started to suck. Mandy felt the peak
rising rapidly. Sweat broke out on her forehead and she tightened up even
more. “Oh god,” she panted. “I’m coming, you fucking bitch! I’m coming in
your mouth! Take it! Fucking take it!”
Her body actually jackknifed up from the bed as the waves of intense
orgasmic pleasure burst through her body, sending delicious spasms through
her muscles. It was the most powerful orgasm she’d had in years, maybe the
most powerful ever. The peak went on and on, rippling through her, refusing
to die out. She actually found it difficult to breathe for a few seconds as
it hovered near the top.
“Yesssssss!” she screamed out into the room. “Oh fuck yes! Don’t stop
sucking it! Don’t you fucking stop!”
Finally the peak came to a reluctant end, cycling back down slowly. Mandy
gradually relaxed, her legs loosening on Jo Ann’s back, her hand dropping
free from her hair. A film of sticky sweat now covered her flushed face. Her
lips were pursed as she panted from the exertion.
“Holy shit,” she groaned, still in awe of the magnitude of the orgasm. She
knew it wasn’t Jo Ann’s skill at cunnilingus that had produced it. On the
contrary, Jo Ann was actually a pretty shitty pussy eater. No, it was the
knowledge that she was being forced to suck her off, that she was, for all
intents and purposes, Mandy’s sex slave now. She could do anything she
wanted with her, anything she wanted to her. The feeling of power and
revenge that coursed through her was what brought on the orgasm. What she
was doing felt like justice personified.
Jo Ann stopped sucking at last and hesitantly raised her wet face out of
Mandy’s crotch. She was no longer crying, instead, she seemed to be numb
with the horror of what she’d just done. “Okay,” she said in a broken voice.
“I did it. Can I get up now?”
Mandy barked out a laugh. “No,” she told her. “We’re not finished yet. That
was just the warm up. I have a few other surprises in store for you.”
Some of the horror returned to her face at these words. “We’re not done
yet?” she asked.
“We’re done when I tell you we’re done, bitch,” Mandy said. “Now put your
face back down there and lick up all of the juices in my crotch. Make me
squeaky-clean. I have to be back to work in a little while and I don’t want
to be smelling like pussy.”
Jo Ann swallowed, casting a look down at Mandy’s gaping pussy. “Wouldn’t a
washcloth work better?” she asked.
“Probably,” Mandy allowed, “but it wouldn’t be as much fun. So start
licking, bitch. Time’s a wasting.”
Jo Ann grimaced in disgust but lowered her face back down and started
licking. She ran her tongue back and forth, over and around the lips and all
the way out to the junction of the thighs, gathering all of the juices up
and reluctantly swallowing them down. Mandy simply lay there as she did it,
a smile on her face, enjoying the humiliation of Jo Ann much more than the
physical sensation of the tongue licking at her. After about five minutes
she was as clean in the crotch as she could reasonably hope to be. Her pubic
hair was matted down with saliva and her lips were glistening clean.
“Okay,” Mandy said, opening her legs a little wider. “Now you have to clean
a little lower down.”
“Lower down?” Jo Ann said, raising her head up. “You mean your legs?”
“No, the other lower down.”
She gulped. “You mean…” she couldn’t even say it.
“That’s right, bitch. I want you to toss my salad. Get your tongue down in
my ass crack and clean down there too.”
Jo Ann shook her head. “No,” she said, the tears starting again. “I can’t do
that. I’ll throw up!”
Mandy’s hand shot out and slapped her across the face again, a forehand shot
this time. There was another of those solid cracks as the impact was made.
“Don’t tell me what you can and can’t do,” she threatened. “Now get your
fucking face down in my ass and start tossing!” With that she pulled her
legs back as far as they would go, opening herself up obscenely.
Jo Ann’s tears started to flow again as she rubbed the side of her face,
where a large red mark was now prominently displayed. She looked down at her
target and a sob broke free.
“Look at that nice juicy asshole,” Mandy said, twisting the knife a little.
“It’s just begging to be tongued out. So get to work.”
She lowered her head again and began to lick, starting just above the hole
itself, in the perineum area. Mandy quickly ordered her lower. “My asshole,”
she barked. “That’s the hole in my ass. Get it? Ass, hole? That’s why they
named it that. That’s where your tongue needs to be.”
Jo Ann sobbed again and then finally put her tongue on it. She licked around
the perimeter and then tried to withdraw.
“No no,” Mandy said. “Keep on licking. All up and down that crack.”
She did as she was told, hiccupping a few times but remaining on task. She
cleaned up all of the juices that had run down there.
“Now stick your tongue inside,” Mandy ordered, putting her hands on her butt
cheeks and spreading herself wider. “All the way in. As far as you can go.”
Jo Ann cried harder but did it, rolling her tongue into a tube and reaming
her out.
“Oh yeah,” Mandy sighed. “Nothing like a good salad tossing. I do this for
Trina you know, but she won’t return the favor. Its not too often a girl
gets the opportunity to get a rim job. A little deeper please, will you? I
want it in as far as you can put it.”
Jo Ann continued to cry but continued to ream, sticking her tongue halfway
into the gaping hole before her. At Mandy’s direction she moved it in and
out, slowly at first, and then with more speed.
“Mmmm,” Mandy cooed. “Not bad. You should think about doing this for Jeff
sometime. Or maybe having him do it to you.”
Jo Ann kept rimming her, seemingly lost in that haze of denial she had been
in earlier. Seeing that, Mandy figured it was about time to move onto the
final stage of her revenge.
“Okay,” she said, pushing her head out of there. “I think I’m nice and clean
now. You can stop.”
Jo Ann raised her miserable face up. The look of utter defeat on it was
music to Mandy’s eyes. But it wasn’t quite enough. She rolled off the bed
and stood on the floor, walking over to the front of the bed.
“Now its time for your real punishment,” she told Jo Ann. “That was just a
warm-up.”
“What do you mean?” Jo Ann asked slowly.
Mandy reached down and picked up her pants. She pulled the leather belt out
of the loops and doubled it up. After dropping the pants back to the floor
she smacked the palm of her hand with the belt. It gave a satisfying crack.
“I think you deserve a spanking for all you’ve put me through, don’t you?”
she asked. “You’ve been a very bad girl.”
The tremors came back to Jo Ann. “No,” she said. “I won’t do this anymore.
You can take those pictures to IA if you want, but I’m not doing this
anymore!”
Mandy just shrugged. “Okay,” she said, reaching down to pick up her panties.
“I guess I’ll do that then.” She made as if to start putting them on.
Jo Ann lasted about five seconds before she broke. “Okay,” she said. “Stop!
Do what you need to do!”
“Are you sure?” Mandy asked. “Because the next time you say something like
that, I’m going to take you up on it.”
She sniffed and then wiped at her tears. “I’m sure,” she said meekly.
“Good,” Mandy said, picking up the belt again. “Hands and knees on the bed
then. Get that big ass of yours sticking up in the air.”
Jo Ann rolled over onto her stomach and then stuck her butt up into the air
as directed. She kept her face buried in the covers, not wanting to watch
what was happening. Mandy stepped up behind her and roughly grabbed the
waist of her stretch pants. She pulled them and the white cotton panties
beneath down her thighs, baring her large flabby ass to the air.
“Holy shit, you’ve got a big ass,” Mandy said. “What the hell happened to
you anyway? Do you realize how fucking huge you’ve gotten these past years?
Go on a diet, for God’s sake!”
Jo Ann said nothing. She simply kept her face buried in the comforter. Mandy
pulled the pants down further, until she was able to see her pussy sticking
out as well. It was dry and closed, covered with a coarse growth of curly
brown hair that went all the way up to her anus.
“Jesus, Jo Ann,” Mandy said. “You ever hear of shaving? That’s fucking
disgusting!”
“Just get this over with, will you?” Jo Ann barked tearfully.
“You get an extra five whacks for that,” Mandy told her, hefting the belt.
She checked her aim and then brought the belt down hard. The crack of it
hitting her ass was nearly as loud as a gunshot in the closed room. Jo Ann
squealed at the impact. She brought it down again, this time on the other
cheek, this time a little harder. She then began to hit her with smack after
smack, hitting hard enough that her shoulder would be sore the next day. Jo
Ann squealed with each blow. Her ass was soon covered with red welts.
Mandy finally had to force herself to stop, knowing she was on the verge of
losing control of herself. She had so much pent-up anger for this woman that
it was likely she would have ended up putting her in the hospital if that
circuit breaker hadn’t tripped. When she lowered the belt she was sweaty and
flushed. Jo Ann was crying softly in the bed.
She dropped the belt to the floor and took a few deep breaths, calming
herself. Finally she was able to go on. “One last thing and then I’ll leave
you alone with your thoughts,” she said.
“What more can you do to me?” Jo Ann blubbered. “Haven’t you humiliated me
enough?”
“No,” Mandy said simply. “I don’t think I have. After everything you’ve put
me through I don’t think it’s possible to humiliate you enough.” She reached
over and picked up the paper bag. “But since I don’t have much more time,
there’s only one thing left that I can do to you.”
“What’s that?” she asked warily.
“The grunge fuck,” Mandy told her. “You ever heard that term?”
“Yes,” she said slowly. “But how…” her eyes widened as she saw Mandy pull
the large strap-on dildo out of the bag. She started shaking her head. “No,”
she said. “You can’t! You’ll hurt me with that!”
“That’s what I’m counting on,” Mandy said as she ran the straps under her
legs and began to tighten them up.
“You don’t understand,” she said. “My husband has a small… you know, and
so does Jeff. That thing is huge! I’ve never had anything that big in my
vagina before! You’ll hurt me, Mandy!”
“Is that what you’re worried about?” she asked, pulling on the final strap.
“Well in that case, let me put your mind at ease. You see, I’m not going to
be putting this thing in your vagina.”
She paled again as the implications of that cleared her circuits. “You can’t
be serious,” she said.
“I’m dead serious,” she said. “You see, if I were to put this thing in your
pussy, there’s the barest of chances you might actually like it. I’m not
here to do things that will give you pleasure. I’m here to punish you. So
that’s why I’ll be sticking this big fucking cock right up your ass. What do
you think about that?”
“Mandy, please,” she pleaded. “You can’t do that. It’ll tear me open!”
“No, it’ll just hurt a bit. Haven’t you ever taken it up the old poop chute
before?”
“No!” she cried. “I would never do that!”
“Too bad for you,” she said. “You have some hand lotion or some shit like
that around here?”
“No,” she said, in full panic now. “Nothing like that!”
“A pity,” Mandy said. “I guess I’ll have to put it in dry then. That’s bound
to hurt a lot more.”
Jo Ann broke down completely. “No, oh God no, Mandy, please? Please don’t
hurt me with that? Please?”
“Hand lotion or not?” Mandy asked. “It doesn’t matter either way to me.”
She trembled again, almost as if in seizure. Finally she pointed to a
nightstand drawer. “There’s some hand lotion in there,” she managed to choke
out.
Mandy walked over and yanked the drawer open. Inside were various cosmetic
bottles and a manicure kit. Sitting near the rear was a large squeeze bottle
of hand lotion. She picked it up and shook it a few times, confirming there
were contents inside. There were.
“Very good,” she said, stepping back to the rear of the bed. “Now scoot that
big ass back here until it’s hanging over the end of the bed.”
“Mandy, please,” Jo Ann pleaded one more time. “You can’t do this! This is
rape!”
“Is it any worse than fabricating an official report and trying to get me
fired? Now get that ass back here. Now.”
Jo Ann slowly scooted backwards until her red, welted butt was hanging over
open space. She kept her face down in the comforter, not wanting to look at
what was about to happen. Mandy put her hands on her butt, pushing her down
a little until her crack was at the same level as the dildo protruding from
her midsection. She then opened the hand lotion and dumped a generous amount
on the tip of the dildo. It smelled like apricots as she smeared it up and
down, thoroughly lubing the nine-inch instrument. She then sprayed some more
into the crack of Jo Ann’s ass. Using the flat of her hand she smeared it
around, even sticking one finger into her ass itself with painful
abruptness. Jo Ann jumped and squealed at the intrusion. Mandy felt her
clenching down on her finger.
“Better learn to relax those muscles,” she advised, sliding her finger in
and out of the tight orifice now. “If you clench down its just gonna hurt
more.”
“Please, Mandy,” Jo Ann wailed, shaking her head back and forth. “Don’t do
this to me.”
Mandy pulled her finger out of Jo Ann’s ass and wiped it on the comforter.
She then stepped forward, pushing the tip of the dildo between the cheeks of
her ass. She jumped again as she felt this.
“Mandy, no!” she cried. “Please?”
Mandy didn’t listen. She used her hands to spread Jo Ann’s cheeks as wide as
they would go, so her puckered anus became visible. She moved her body until
the tip of the dildo was flush against it. She then grabbed Jo Ann by her
ample hips and began to push. The tip of the dildo parted her anus and slid
in half an inch. Jo Ann screamed at the intrusion.
“Oh my god! It hurts! Get it out of there! Please?”
Mandy ignored her cries and continued to push. Another inch slid in and then
another. Jo Ann’s cries of pain increased with every millimeter.
“Just relax,” Mandy advised again, pushing a little harder. Another two
inches slid in, forcing her open even further. She seemed to meet an
obstruction of some sort at this point and had to push roughly to get past
it. Something gave inside of Jo Ann’s body and another three inches slid in
all at once.
“Owwww, fuck!” Jo Ann screamed. “Get it out, Mandy! You’re tearing me
apart!”
“No I’m not,” she said, pushing a little harder. “I’m just giving you what
you deserve.” She pushed again and now the entire dildo was buried in her
ass. Mandy’s pubic hair was pushing against Jo Ann’s cheeks. “It’s in now,
bitch, all the way in. Now I’m gonna fuck you with it.”
“No, please?” Jo Ann cried.
Mandy pulled backwards, pulling the dildo out until only the tip remained
inside her. She then pushed in again, putting it all back in in one fluid
motion. There was a wet squishing sound as it penetrated. Jo Ann squealed
again, her fists clenching on the comforter near her head. She was crying
loudly now, her pleas almost incoherent.
Mandy smiled and began to move in and out of her in smooth strokes, sliding
all the way out and then all the way back in to the hilt. Jo Ann grunted and
squealed with each stroke but gradually seemed to loosen up a little, making
the going easier. Mandy picked up the pace, moving faster and faster with
each rotation. Soon her body was slamming roughly into Jo Ann’s, a slapping
sound coming with each contact. She took one hand off Jo Ann’s waist and
began to smack her on top of the welts from the belt.
“How does it feel, bitch?” she asked her, slapping her again and again on
the ass. “How does it feel to get ass fucked like you’ve done to me? How
does it fucking feel?”
“Please, Mandy,” she grunted. “Stop. This hurts so… so bad.”
“How does it feel?” she asked again, thrusting even harder, slapping her ass
with more force. “How does it feel?”
“It hurts!” Jo Ann screamed. “Oh god, it hurts!”
“Good,” Mandy said, giving her an extra-hard smack and thrusting with a
little extra force. “I’m fucking glad to hear it.”
Meanwhile, Mandy’s pussy was becoming very wet from her arousal. Her clit
was once more sticking out and demanding attention. The hilt of the dildo
would rub against it with each stroke, imparting a weak bit of pleasure on
it, but it simply wasn’t enough. She stopped slapping Jo Ann’s ass and put
that hand in her own crotch, her fingers digging beneath the strap-on and
finding her clit. She began to rub herself as she fucked her. Soon she was
moaning in pleasure while Jo Ann cried in pain and humiliation.
“Oh god,” Mandy panted as she felt the waves of pleasure building within her
again. “Oh yessss.”
She fucked even harder, her fingers now digging into her clit, each cry from
Jo Ann a stimulus to her mind. Sweat formed on her forehead and dripped down
onto Jo Ann’s welted ass. Her strokes became shorter, not pulling out all
the way before slamming back in. She began to pant as pleasure exploded
throughout her body.
“Oh fuck yes!” she cried out to the room, her pelvis now a blur, Jo Ann’s
cries now a continuous wail. The orgasm exploded through her, even more
powerful than the last one, so intense that she almost felt like she was
going to pass out for a few seconds.
When it faded away she slowed her strokes and finally came to a stop. She
pushed all the way into Jo Ann’s ass one last time and then slowly pulled
the dildo free. It came out smeared with a brownish material, tinged with a
few hints of blood. Jo Ann’s anus was now a gaping maw, red and inflamed,
looking big enough to drive a car into. Jo Ann herself was weeping softly,
her mind seemingly snapped.
“That was nice,” Mandy said to the room, more a shameful admission than it
was anything else. “That was very nice.”
She stood up straight and stretched her back a little, popping it. She then
put her hand on Jo Ann’s ass one last time and pushed her over onto her
side. “I’m done now,” she told her. “You can pull your pants up and cover
that big ass.” She smiled a little. “I imagine you’ll be a bit sore tomorrow
though.”
Jo Ann was still crying. She didn’t even attempt to pull her pants up. In
fact, she seemed quite catatonic.
“Jo Ann?” Mandy asked. “Are you still with me? You need to talk to me, Jo.
We need to come to a little understanding before I leave here.”
Jo Ann gave no reaction.
“All right then,” Mandy said, stepping forward again. “I guess I’ll have to
fuck you a little more then.”
“No!” she said instantly, rolling protectively onto her back, which served
to display the front of her hairy crotch to Mandy. “You’re not going to do
that anymore.”
Mandy smiled. “See? I knew you were still in there. Why don’t you pull up
your pants and we’ll talk a bit while I get dressed? How does that sound?”
Jo Ann, refusing to look at her attacker, nevertheless grabbed the waist of
her pants and panties and pulled them up, covering her nudity.
“Very good,” Mandy said, loosening the straps on the dildo and pulling it
off. She tossed it onto the bed. “Here. Go wash this thing for me in the
bathroom. Use soap and hot water. The next time I fuck Trina with it I don’t
want any of your disgusting bodily fluids on it.”
Jo Ann seemed about to say something for a second and then thought better of
it. She picked up the dildo and carried it into the bathroom, disappearing
from Mandy’s view. While she was gone Mandy pulled her panties and her pants
back on, threading her belt back through the loops. She stepped back into
her boots and fastened them. She then picked up her gun belt and snapped it
back around her waist. By the time Jo Ann emerged with the clean dildo in
her hands, she was ready to go back to work.
“Thank you,” Mandy said, taking the instrument from her and putting it in
the bag without bothering to look at it. “Now then, here’s the deal. I keep
certain photographs I have of you in a compromising position to myself, and
you keep what happened here to yourself. Both of us have now committed a sex
crime, haven’t we?”
“Yes,” Jo Ann said blankly. “I want those photographs.”
“Oh they’re all yours,” Mandy said brightly. “Do whatever you wish with
them. However, be advised that I still have copies of them in a safe place,
not to mention the original digital images on my hard-drive and several
CDs.”
“No,” Jo Ann said forcefully. “All of the pictures need to be destroyed.”
Mandy chuckled. “That’s funny,” she said. “You’re talking just like someone
who thinks she’s in a position of strength instead of completely at the
other person’s mercy. You should learn to control that.”
“Don’t try to bluff me, Mandy,” she said. “Like you said, you just raped me.
If those pictures come out than I tell what happened here.”
Mandy shrugged again. “Tell whatever you want. However, the difference
between your accusations and mine are that I have undisputable proof of what
you did and the victim in your circumstance is undeniably a minor and
therefore unable to give consent. If you ever try to get me charged with
anything, however, I’ll just claim you and I have been carrying on a sexual
affair for the past three years and that everything I’ve done to you was
consensual. I’ll tell them you’re a closet lesbian and a closet masochist,
that you begged me to stick that fucking dildo up your ass, that you begged
me to beat you with my belt.” She smiled. “Don’t you think that will instill
enough reasonable doubt in a jury to clear me?”
Jo Ann’s eyes were wide again as she realized she still didn’t have the
upper hand.
“But I don’t want any of this going public if I can help it,” Mandy told
her. “I’m prepared to pay the piper if I have to, but I’d just assume that
what happened here stayed here and that what happened between you and Jeff
stayed here as well. I really hope I’ll never have to show those photos to
anyone, Jo Ann. That’s the honest to God truth.”
Jo Ann swallowed, her eyes still refusing to meet Mandy’s. “I won’t tell
anyone unless I have to,” she said. “I just want to forget about this whole
thing.”
“Well, that’s an admirable goal, Jo Ann,” she said. “But it’s not really
possible. You see, I need you to remember what happened here and keep in
mind that it could happen again any time I want it to. If you want to
prevent that from occurring, then things are going to be a whole lot
different between us and between the other cops under your command.”
“What do you mean?” she asked carefully.
“I mean no more hard-ass, no more power trips, no more ball-busting just for
the sheer pleasure of it. No more gossiping about me or anyone else. You are
to do your job the way it is supposed to be done and quit throwing your
fucking weight around with us. You are to keep your fucking trap shut and
not spread rumors around. If you don’t, then I’m going to be back here and
we’re going to be having ourselves another little session, is that clear?”
Jo Ann mumbled something.
“I asked if that was clear?” she repeated.
“It’s clear,” she finally spat.
“Good,” Mandy said with a smile. “And to tell you the truth, I actually hope
you don’t keep up your end of the bargain. I truly do. You see, I liked
doing what I did to you. I got off on it. I don’t think I’ve ever come that
hard in my life. So I would jump at the chance to do it again. Just keep
that in mind next time you’re at work and you have the urge to do something
bitchy, okay?”
“I will,” Jo Ann promised.
“Okay then,” she said. “On that note, I guess I’ll get back to work. Let me
be the first to say that it’s been a most enjoyable early lunch today.” She
turned and opened the bedroom door. Before she stepped out into the hall she
looked at Jo Ann one last time. “I’ll just let myself out. You enjoy your
day off now, okay? And I’ll be seeing you next week.”
She let herself out the front door a minute later. She unlocked her patrol
car and climbed inside, starting it up and turning on the air conditioner to
help dry the sweat from her face. As she drove back toward Lemon Hill she
whistled happily. It had turned out to be a great day after all.