Cop-killer 2 by heynow50000@yahoo.com Melissa is arrested - but definitely not detained The cops in the squad room finished watching the tape. The chief at the front stood to speak. "So as you see - we're dealing with a particularly nasty cop-killer - and she says she'll do it again. In fact we think she has - we found a dead cop in his squad car earlier today - all his bones broken, neck broken, bruised - but he hadn't had chance to draw his gun. We found a witness who'd seen the cop earlier in the day - it appeared that he'd just arrested a prostitute who resembles the girl we've just seen in..action." "So what are we going to do sir?" asked a cop in the audience. "We've informed all local law enforcement agencies of what's going on - we've given descriptions of the girl. Well, you men now form the taskforce detailed to find and apprehend this killer. You've all got the description of our suspect - but one thing, all patrols on this task force are to be two-officer - I want no officers on their own out their." "What do you mean?" a big cop in the front row raised his hand. "We've all seen what this..girl..can do. Now I don't doubt that any one officer should be able to handle her - but I'd be happier if the next time we meet her, there are two cops there to take her down." A phone on the desk rang. The chief picked it up. "Yeah..what Sheriff? You've apprehended a woman you think may be the one we're after? She's in a cell - what's she in for? Running a red light. And you arrested her? The officer found she had alcohol in the car and he thought she was underage - oh, dressed as a cheerleader? Listen Sheriff - how many officers in the station? Good. Keep her locked up til we get there - under no circumstances let her out of that cell." The chief looked up. "Let's roll." Sheriff Dawson hung up the phone and smiled. The girl in the cell looked as pretty as a picture - but it was the muscular definition of her body that had alerted him. However - if she was so bad, how come just one deputy had been able to arrest her - and she'd given him no trouble. Dawson thought the city cops were overstating the whole thing - there were five officers in the station, she wasn't about to get away - and they were grown men, able to handle some girl. Officers Smith and Jones sat in the custody room and leered at the girl behind the bars in the cell. She was absolutely gorgeous. Dressed as a cheerleader, she was wearing a short little black skirt and a tight black sports bra revealing hard abs. She wore soft, black pumps. Her hair was tied up in two bunches. She sat crosslegged and smiled at the cops. "Hiya fellas." Smith played with his truncheon in a suggestive way. "Hi sweet cheeks. How come you're supposed to be so bad?" "What do you mean?" she asked sweetly. "We've been told not to let you out of that cell. Apparently you're some big, bad dude. You don't look so bad to me." "Oh I'm very bad - and very dirty." She ran her hand over her perfect, firm breasts - they could see her hard nipples poking through the lycra of her bra. "Oh you're sexy," said Jones, "but we can't let you out." "Come on Jonesy." said Smith "Yeah, come on Jonesy. I'm a cheerleader - and a gymnast.."with that she did the splits on the floor of the cell. "Imagine what I could do to you two - I can bend my bodies in ways that you can't even dream of..." Smith licked his lips. "I've always dreamed of having a gymnast." "Hey fellas - I tell you what. You can handcuff my arms through the bars in the cell if you open the cell door - then we can..play..and I can't get away can I? My hands will be tied." She smiled - then threw her leg in the air and over her head - and groaned with pleasure. "Come on guys - I'm feeling sooooo horny." The cops looked at each other - and nodded. "Ok Jones - you handcuff her before we open the cell door. Miss - sit against the bars." She sat back and placed her arms through the bars. Jones handcuffed her and placed the keys on his belt. Smith then opened the cell door and they each entered. They faced her. She smiled at them. She began to flex her muscular legs. "Well, come on boys." Smith dropped his trousers while Jones looked on. He approached her - she grinned and blew him a kiss. She placed her muscular legs around his body. He went to kiss her - but suddenly cried out. "Please - you're squeezing too hard." "What - what's going on?" asked Jones, trying to work out the chain of events. Melissa smiled with pleasure. "What do you think is going on, Jonesy?" Smith gave out a last gasp as he pawed at her sinewy thighs. He stopped struggling and fell to the ground as she released him. Jones realised the danger they were in - and went for his gun. Before he could get it, though, she flung her whole body into the air and placed her ankles around his neck. All he could see was her amazingly muscular and sinewy body holding up in midair - her arms still handcuffed, but now her legs strangling the life out of him. "You know, you really shouldn't have opened that cell door. You cops are no match for me." With that she twisted her ankles, and broke his neck. Taking care to let his body drop near her, she was able to retrieve the keys to the cuffs with her teeth... Sergeant Spence opened the door to the cell area - and froze with shock at what he saw. The door to the cell was open - and Smith and Jones were lying on the floor - not moving. He pulled his gun - and began to walk around the room. He couldn't see the girl anywhere. From behind him he heard movement. "Hey cop." He spun round and there was the cheerleader. She stood there, hands on her hips and smirked at him. "Put your hands up," he said shakily. She smiled - and raised her muscular arms above her head. He looked over at the alarm - as did she. "What - need to get help? Don't think you handle me on your own, old- timer?" "Shut it." "Well you're right - you're absolutely no match for me." "Hey Spence, how come the door's open." The call came from the station through the open doorway. Spence glanced over - and that was all Melissa needed. She high-kicked the gun from the old cop's hand. He went for his nightstick - she was much too quick. She elbowed him in the face, then wrapped her sinewy arm around his neck and twisted it sharply, breaking his neck. Through the door came another officer. She smiled at him "Hi there." She somersaulted towards him as he struggled to get the gun from his holster. Before he could arm himself she was on him, launching through the air, powering her legs into his body. He was on the floor underneath her as she punched him rapidly in the face. She groaned with pleasure as his face exploded with blood. Through the door came the Sheriff - he ran at her and pulled her away from the unconscious deputy. She pushed back into the cell wall and viciously elbowed him in the stomach. She then took his arm and propelled him over her shoulder. He flew into a desk, and lay gasping. She laughed - and walked over to him. "Tut-tut - five cops in a police station and they can't keep one little girl under wraps." "Who.who are you?" spluttered the Sheriff as he attempted to get to his feet. "I'm the trained killer who's just killed four of your men." "But why?" "Because I sooooo enjoy doing it. And I'm going to leave you alive so you can tell the story."