Note: This story is in the nature of a sequel to "Nightmare Alley" by GW, the first story in "Vignettes 3" at Vignette s 3
 
This story contains violence, rape, sodomy and other n/c acts. It is intended for, and should only be read, by mature adults over the age of twenty-one!
Another Nightmare.
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)

The new Police Commissioner snorted angrily as she went through the thick file of reports and press clippings. As usual the problem was Precinct 69. In the worst part of town, the area was a perennial embarrassment to the Department, one that never went away. Ever since Angie Alvarez, President of the girl gang, the Debs, humiliated and disgraced Patrolwoman Cathy Morgan a few years earlier, and gotten away with it, crime was rampant, and seemingly unchecked. Pimps and pushers walked the streets openly with impunity. It was rumored that the former Precinct Commander, just retired last week, had been  'on the take'. The rank and file officers were demoralized. The Mayor, with elections coming up, was breathing down the new Commissioner's neck, and demanding something be done. NOW!

Commissioner Johnson threw the disheartening record of failure to the side of her desk, and picked up the batch of personnel files, her secretary had just brought her. She hoped to find in one of them, the right person to turn the situation in Precinct 69 around. It didn't take long for the decisive executive to make a decision.

"Yep! She's the one!"

Over the intercom The Commissioner ordered her secretary: "Call the Academy, and have them send Captain Farrell over here. I want to see her. At once!"

"Yes ma'am!" The harried secretary answered, wearily.

A short time later Captain Laura Farrell was shown into Commissioner Johnson's office.

Though, at thirty-one, Laura was the youngest Captain on the force, she had a reputation as a no-nonsense police administrator, who got results. In two years at the Police Academy she had dramatically improved its training methods, and made it one of the best in the nation. She personally taught the unarmed combat classes, with a savage efficiency that left the students bruised and shaken, but able to handle any situation, efficiently.
Laura had recently been honored by the FBI for her achievements. FBI Director, Jane Armstrong had personally presented the award.

Without any diplomatic sparring, the Commissioner gave Laura her new assignment.

"Ordinarily I'd give you a choice, but this situation is critical. I'm ordering you to take the job! I want that mess cleaned up, and I want it cleaned up quick!
The Mayor is talking about an Investigative Committee, and you know what they're like. Nobody gets any work done, because they're either testifying or busy covering there own asses."

"Thank you Ma'am. I welcome the opportunity. It's certainly time something was done. The situation is a bad reflection on the whole Department. Besides, Cathy Morgan was my roommate when we were at the Academy, together, so it's personal, with me, too."

Laura strode out of the office with a proud swing to her step.


Three weeks later, Laura Farrell was furious. Three weeks as the new Precinct Captain, and she'd made almost no headway, in cleaning up the neighborhood. The trouble was still the Debs, who swaggered around the neighborhood, taking a cut of most of the criminal activities. Though Angie Alvarez had moved on to bigger things, the current President of the gang, Sonia Fernandez was just as bad. Perhaps Sonia was even worse, because she was a more efficient organizer than Angie, although no less feared. The young gang leader had more than a hatred of the police, it was a personal vendetta against the force. A few months earlier, Sonia's younger brother had been arrested and abused and molested in the County lockup.

"It's time for drastic action." Laura thought, slamming her fist down on her desk. "That little slut, Fernandez, is the key. Everyone is afraid of her. She has a reputation as a martial artist, that scares everyone in the neighborhood. Even half the cops in the Precinct seem scared of her. Maybe its time someone showed her up, for the loud mouth phony, she is?"



Laura decided to personally confront the young gang leader, and perhaps 'unofficially' do some 'attitude adjustment'. That afternoon, shortly after lunch, when she knew most of the other Debs would still be in school, and knew Sonia was usually alone in the Deb's clubroom, Laura stormed into the basement apartment in a half derelict building.

As Laura strode in, Sonia jumped up from the battered couch, where she was lying, watching daytime television.

"Whacha' want Sow?" The teen asked with arrogant sneer. "Got a warrant?"

"I don't need a warrant Twit. I'm just here for a little  "friendly girl talk".  It's time we settled who runs this neighborhood, once and for all, woman to woman, just the two of us."


"Oh yeah! Just you and me, and that 10mm Glock on yer hip! Ya wanna settle things, why dontcha' take off yer gun-belt, Fuzz-Girl? That is, if yer not scared o'little old me?"

"Hah! Scared of a twit like you? That'll be the day!" Laura snapped angrily, and removed her service belt. It might be against regulations, but this was no time for red tape. What was needed, was decisive action.

As Laura removed the belt, Sonia swiftly stripped down to her underwear, bearing her erect, youthful breasts. Her bust was small, but pertly up-swept, in contrast to the voluptuously full figured opulence, of Laura's womanly endowment. The girl seemed downright eager to test her mettle against the big, formidable policewoman.

"Little brat must think she's really "hot stuff'." Laura thought, expectantly looking forward to this little encounter. "I really thought by now, she'd be heading out the back door and out of the neighborhood, never to be seen again. Too bad it isn't that other bitch, Angie Alvarez. After what she did to poor Cathy, I'd really enjoy mopping up the floor with her!"


Captain Farrell was confident her martial arts skills were equaled by few. Of course, she didn't expect she'd really need any extraordinary skill, not against an eighteen year old, petty thief, no matter what the girl's reputation was in the 'hood. Sonia speedily disabused Laura of this illusion.

Before Laura could make  the first move, the teen kicked the bigger woman in the belly with undeniable skill. It was the policewoman's first indication that she was matched against an opponent who might be nearly as skilled, as she was, despite the girl's youth.


The dreadful kick took Laura's breath away, and left her gasping, doubled over in pain. Perhaps, over-confidently, Sonia paused to admire the effects of her foot work.


Though taken by surprise, it would take more than one kick to incapacitate Laura's powerful physique. From her crouch, she straightened up, swinging her strong right arm in an open-handed slap, that connected solidly, and nearly took Sonia's head off.


A moment later Laura realized she should have used her fist. Sonia was shaken, but not knocked off her feet, and repaid the slap with a deadly kick to the jaw; the kick came close to knocking the big, solidly built policewoman off her feet.


Wasting not a second, Sonia instantly leaped into the air, and executed a perfect flying kick to Laura's jaw.


The teen alighted gracefully, and once planted solidly on the floor, followed up the kick to the jaw with an even harder kick, to Laura's firmly rounded belly.


Before Laura could get her breath, Sonia kicked her in the belly a second time. The teenager was incredibly quick, and always used her speed with deadly effect.


Pleased with herself, the brash teen flipped over in a hand stand, to deliver another deadly kick to the staggering policewoman's jaw.


Maintaining her precarious balance with dexterous ease, Sonia locked her ankles around Laura's neck, half strangling her.


With consummate martial artistry, Sonia used her grip on Laura's neck to precipitate the big woman head over heels, somersaulting her through the air.





Releasing her grip, Sonia dropped lightly as a cat, to all fours, while Laura landed on her broad behind, with a bone-jarring thud, that hurt like the dickens but did even more damage to her official dignity.


Sonia leaped agilely to her feet, while Laura rose painfully, unconsciously rubbing her sore backside, while warily eying the teen.


Just as Laura, still a little shaky, reached her feet, Sonia slyly got in a particularly nasty kick to the policewoman's sizable left breast.


Once again, Sonia paused to admire her artistry while snickering derisively, at her larger, older foe. This time, Laura was too preoccupied by the sharp, biting pain in her opulent breast to take advantage of the pause.


Laura, legs wobbly, eyes blurred, bosom and backside smarting painfully, was considerably less self-confident, than she had been when she strode in minutes before. As Sonia advanced with menacing self-assurance, the tall, full-bodied woman in blue took a hesitant step backward.

There was no mistake now! The experienced policewoman had been overconfident, and underestimated her adversary. The crafty teen was obviously no novice, but a highly skilled martial artist. Perhaps the kid was nearly as good as she was herself. Surely she couldn't be better? Of course, the girl was thirteen years younger, and had youth in her side. In her thirties, Laura knew she was slowing down some. This wasn't going to be the cake walk she first imagined. If she wasn't darn careful, she could even...Best not think about that!


While Laura considered her options, Sonia struck again, driving her fist into the policewoman's meaty left breast, still sore from the recent kick.


Laura realized she better get it together fast, DAMN FAST, or she could well lose this fight. Her strong, supple body tense, she swung her big left fist at the teenager. Oh no! The lightening quick gang leader, was ready and ducked just in time. How could she have missed?


DARN IT! Nobody made a fool of Laura Farrell, like that. The tall brunette swung furiously again, this time with her powerful right arm. Yet, once again the elusive, agile teen made the big older woman feel a fool, as the punch whistled ineffectively, fractions of an inch off target.


Laura couldn't believe what was happening She had seldom missed a punch in her life; yet she had just missed twice. Well, she wouldn't miss the third time! Or would she?


In fact, Sonia was enjoying this game, and still made no move to retaliate. Growing desperate Laura swung a fourth time. The devilish teen was pliant as a reed; it was like trying to hit a will-of-the-wisp. NO! Another mortifying miss! And the little bitch was laughing at her. Laughing at Captain Laura Farrell, the most feared Police Captain in the City.


Laura desperately tried two knee-lifts, but the scornful Sonia, laughing mockingly, easily avoided them, too.




No luck with her knees! Laura, seemed to be running out of options. Almost despondently, she swung her fist again, with equally frustrating results.



It was fun, but Sonia had enjoyed her little game long enough. Time to show the big police oaf how it was done! Still laughing, the teen finally retaliated with a deadly pair of left and right uppercuts to Laura's jaw.




As Laura stumble backward from the two damaging punches, Sonia grabbed a handful of thick brown hair, and jerked her tall opponent's head down to her level. Laura squealed at the pain, unable to get loose.


Bending Laura over, half sideways, and half backward, Sonia mercilessly drove her foot and sharp-pointed stiletto heel into the woman's side, cutting short her squeals, to be swiftly replaced by a moan of agony.



For a moment, Laura could focus on nothing but the agonizing pain in her back, but Sonia swiftly gave her foe new grief to try to focus on.


As her hard fist nearly tore Laura's head from her shoulders, Sonia snickered: "Hey, Piggy, don't they teach ya how t'fight at the Police Academy?  Oh, that's right; YOU was the TEACHER!"


If she could have had a moment's respite to think straight, Laura would have been humiliated. Not only was the teen making her look like a fool, but contemptuously laughing at her, besides. She was hurting too badly, though to feel resentful, just now, because Sonia's tiny, but rock hard, right fist cracked against her jaw, yet again.


It was clear the way her strong arms drooped weakly by her side, and her eyes glazed unseeingly, that those two unbelievably hard punches to the jaw, had nearly knocked the big blue-clad woman out, much to Sonia's ongoing amusement.


A hard kick to the midriff took Laura's breath away, but cleared the cobwebs, bringing her back to the harsh reality of her plight.


Though her mind was clearer, Laura couldn't prevent the devilish Sonia from landing another hard kick to her belly. The girl was undeniably showing off to display her dazzling, lightening quick foot work.


Sonia completed her brilliant footwork demonstration with a devilishly  painful kick to Laura's crotch.


Overwhelmed by the fierce pain in that most sensitive area, Laura doubled over helplessly, clutching her abdomen, vainly trying to ease the hurt. For the moment, she had lost all capacity to defend herself from the grinning teen witch.


Sonia lost no time in capitalizing on Laura's agony. She grabbed her big opponent around the neck, bent her vulnerably forward, and began ruthlessly pummeling her face.










Even sadly weakened by debilitating  punishment, Laura was incredibly strong, and struggling desperately, managed to loosen Sonia's grip.


With a powerful lurch, Laura at last succeeded in tearing herself free from the teen bitch's encircling arm, but the punches had hurt and dazed her, badly.


Giving her reeling foe no time to recover, Sonia lunged at Laura.



Before Laura could escape her, Sonia tackled the big policewoman around the waist.



Though it appeared Laura was at least twice her size, the wiry teen hoisted her huge foe off the floor, and well into the air, as the policewoman screeched in alarm.


Laura screeched even louder, as she felt herself effortlessly up-ended, then hurtling face first toward the floor.





Laura landed with a another resounding crash on the floor. This time, her broad backside was spared, but at the expense of her lavishly contoured bosom.


This time Sonia gave the policewoman no time to regain her feet, but immediately started kicking her, before she could get up.






Desperately Laura rolled away, and scrambled to her feet.


As Laura almost made it to her feet, Sonia got in one more demeaning kick, to her broad bottom. Sonia's toe drove between Laura's solidly rounded bottom cheeks, finding an even more painful target.


Having barely gotten on her feet, at the cost of another painful injury to that delicate treasure between her thighs, Laura  desperately sought some room to maneuver, but Sonia was too quick, and grabbed her arm, pulling her off balance.


Before Laura could escape, the evilly grinning teen twisted her arm, in a painful judo hold. Desperately Laura strove to reverse the hold.


It was no use, Laura couldn't evade or counter the girl's hold. Skillful as the Police combat instructor might be, the teen was at least her equal, and now had the advantage. Losing the struggle for leverage, Laura's huge body was relentlessly twisted to Sonia's will.


Once the tiny Sonia got the upper hand against her much larger, stronger opponent, she crowed jubilantly as she judo-tossed the big police captain to the floor.
 


Once again, Sonia contemptuously flung Laura to the floor, like a bag of soiled laundry.



As soon as Laura hit the floor, Sonia started kicking her again.




DAMN IT! The little BITCH was throwing her all over the room, and kicking the crap out of her! She had never been so humiliated in her life. Oh how she wanted to get even with this nasty little bitch, but Laura was a realist, and knew she'd bitten off more than she could chew. The little snot was too much for her! Oh, what a galling admission! If she didn't get the teen under control, there was no telling what might happen. She had to get to her gun! Sonia had other ideas!


The wily teen cut short the policewoman's strategic retreat, with two well-placed kicks to her kidneys.




Laura moaned at the hideous pain that paralyzed her body, and made retreat impossible.


As Laura nursed her injured back, the diabolical teen gang leader struck again; this time attacking the big policewoman's dignity. Sonia grabbed Laura's skirt, and with a hard tug, pulled it down her thighs, to land in a pool around her ankles.




Sonia swiftly moved between Laura and access to her service automatic. The gun had been her last hope. With a sinking heart, Laura glanced around the room, like a trapped animal. She had to escape the devilish teen, anyway she could. Ignominious, headlong flight was her only option! Without even pausing to try to retrieve her uniform skirt, the big Police Captain made a desperate break for the door.


Even with a head-start, the desperately fleeing policewoman lost the race to the smaller, quicker, younger girl. Before she even reached the door, Sonia caught her forcefully by the arm. The failure of her last hope, demoralized Laura, completely. Once caught, she didn't try to fight back, but wailing fearfully, let the horrible little devil drag her back to the center of the room, without a struggle.


Sonia was furious at the attempted escape, and slammed Laura's arm painfully across her knee, paralyzing it with pain, to teach her a lesson.


Still holding Laura's injured arm, Sonia gave the big woman a shove that flung her to her knees.




Sonia looked down at the kneeling, frightened woman. There was a contemptuous sneer on the girl's pretty face. "Big overgrown Bimbo looks scared out o'her wits." She thought. "Bet I can make her do anything I want."

Sonia tested her theory, snarling a harsh, degrading order to the beautiful, older woman. "All right ya FAT COW take off the rest o'them clothes! Let's see what ya got under that shiny badge."

Laura might be beaten, but she still had a few shreds of tattered pride left. Didn't this little Bitch know who she was talking to? Despite the tight knot of fear in her belly, Laura retorted angrily to the demeaning command.


Sonia ruled the other 'Debs' with an iron hand. She demanded instant obedience, and meted out punishment for the slightest infraction of her orders. Police Captain or not, the hapless Laura Farrell was about to pay the same price for defying Sonia.

Sonia grabbed a handful of blue uniform blouse, her other fist cocked and ready.



Gulping down the lump in her throat, Laura repeated her refusal, but the threat of that hard little fist had its effect; the policewoman's voice quavered and shook.

"I-I...I won't...y-you can't m-make me..."

Sonia thought otherwise, she was an expert at making people do things they didn't want to do. Her stony fist smashed into Laura's jaw, as though hurled by a catapult.


Sonia didn't even pause for a breath, before she sent her fist hurtling into Laura's chin, maybe even harder than the first time.


Sonia let go of the blouse, so she could use both fists. She knew her beaten foe wasn't going anywhere, this time.




Too badly hurt to protect herself from the barrage of fists, Laura covered her face with her hands and pleaded plaintively. She was so scared, she nearly lost control of her bladder.

 


Scared out of her wits, Laura was about to obey Sonia's demeaning order, but hurt and disoriented she didn't move quickly enough to satisfy the impetuous teen. Sonia grabbed the kneeling policewoman around the neck. She'd teach this arrogant police bitch to jump when she gave her an order!


For a moment Laura was convinced the psycho teen was actually going to kill her.



When Laura desperately gurgled and whimpered her willingness to obey the tiny teen's odious command, Sonia released her neck, but then grabbed the policewoman by the hair at the back of her head. She bent Laura's head at a painful angle, and snarled a final warning not to delay.

Trembling fearfully, Laura quavered her servile acquiescence.



Stumbling obediently to her feet, a badly rattled Police Captain clumsily loosened the buttons at the top of her blouse; her hands shook so she could hardly grasp them; her knees were visibly knocking together as she finished removing her police blue.

Oh Dear God! This wasn't supposed to happen to an experienced officer of the law, not to a Captain of the City's finest!


Not daring to procrastinate, Laura was near tears, as she reluctantly unhooked her bra and bared her huge, firmly erect bosom.  She prayed desperately that the bra would be enough. It wasn't!


Sonia had completely cowed her Police Captain victim. Laura couldn't even summon the courage to protest this final horrid, humiliating indignity, though she apprehensively turned her back, before she obediently surrendered her last garment.

Sonia was much amused by the older woman's 'maidenly modesty'.


In shock at her disastrous unforeseen defeat, and the horrible consequences, Laura could hardly think. Sonia took advantage of her foe's distraction to dart swiftly to Captain Farrell's service belt.


Laura was snapped back to reality, when without warning, Sonia grabbed her from behind. She was holding Laura's own handcuffs in her hand.



It was too late for the despondent policewoman to resist; Sonia with the skill that would have done credit to an experienced police officer, gave Laura's arm a hard, painful twist, and swiftly manacled one wrist, then the other.






"Gotta make sure the 'perp' is secured!" Sonia chortled, as she gave the cuffs a final check.

Decisively beaten up by a teenager; now stripped naked and shackled!  Laura sank into gloomy despair at the enormity of her hopeless predicament.



Laura's gloom was deepened at Sonia's hint of what was to come. How had she ever let herself fall victim to a tiny teenager?


Laura's worst fears were swiftly confirmed. Sonia wasted no time demonstrating her mastery over her manacled victim. A chance like this didn't come often, even to the President of the 'Debs'!  What delightful fun for the demonic teenager to demeaningly fondle the maturely voluptuous, captive, to daringly squeeze those huge breasts like overripe melons. Laura cringed away in horrified disgust from the girls' possessive touch. How dared this vile little teen delinquent disdainfully treat a Police Captain like her slutty 'bitch'?

 

Laughing in derision, at the older woman's indignant reaction, Sonia boldly pawed and fondled Laura's huge breasts with both hands.


Amused by her mature captive's horrified reaction, Sonia became even bolder.


A 'pet bitch' DOES NOT call her 'Mistress' a 'bitch'! 'Mistress' Sonia swiftly taught the big, brown-haired woman better manners. A couple of authoritative, 'bitch slaps' drove home the distinction between 'Mistress' and 'bitch'!




Her ears ringing, and cheeks tingling painfully, Laura abjectly conceded her status as Mistress Sonia's 'bitch'.


Having painfully learned her bitter lesson, the manacled policewoman turned away in sullen despair. Never a subtle girl, Sonia reemphasized her dominance.


Having most convincingly established her authority over her new 'bitch', Sonia decided if her victim was naked she might as well be, too. As she removed he tiny thong, her glance fell on the Police Captain's broad, solid behind. Sonia's beady eyes lit up.


Sonia swiftly found the tool that Laura's large, shapely and impudently thrusting behind had brought to mind. Now, hairbrush raised threateningly, she confronted her helplessly manacled captive with it. Even now, it took a moment to sink in, that anyone would dare spank Captain Laura Farrell.


As Sonia, waving the hairbrush, authoritatively, pushed her across the room, Laura realized that the awful teen was indeed going to spank her delightfully rounded bottom.


Sonia shoved the manacled policewoman over to a battered couch, salvaged by the debs from a junkyard, ignoring Laura's forlorn quavering protests.



Sonia sat down on the couch, and ordered Laura to lie down across her lap. Despite her helplessness, Laura reacted indignantly to the bizarre command.


When the indignant Police Captain haughtily refused to obediently drape her voluptuous body, across the impudent little delinquent's lap, Sonia, again, made it clear it WHO made the decisions, in the deb clubhouse, NOW!


A moment later, Laura found herself, unceremoniously hauled down, and roughly draped over the tiny teenager's lap.


Though it wasn't easy to maintain her haughty, official dignity, in this humiliating position, Laura still angrily defied the fiendish teen. She certainly would not display any signs of weakness before the horrid teen, not that she thought a childish spanking could really vex a strong-willed, adult woman

.


As the first blow of the steel-bristled brush struck her ample, and very vulnerable, backside, Captain Farrell discovered a 'childish spanking' was, in fact, considerably more vexatious than she had anticipated. Laura involuntarily squealed at the sharp hot pain, and then swore angrily at her teenaged tormentor 



Sonia exerted all her wiry strength, gleefully smacking Laura's solidly rounded hindquarters, inflicting more hellish pain than her mature victim ever believed possible. Laura's lusciously contoured derriere blazed a painful scarlet. The helplessly manacled older woman squealed audibly at the first few whacks, but as the ordeal continued, her cries became earsplitting screeches, each time the brush struck. Between whacks, Laura still swore furiously. Sonia laughed in delight at the policewoman's impotent anger, and increased the tempo and intensity of the fiery barrage.



The fiery pain went on and on, becoming harder and harder to bear, blotting everything else from Laura's consciousness, even drowning her anger at her tormentor. Now between shrieks of pain, she could only whine in misery at her awful plight. Her beautiful blue eyes  were red and swollen, and wet with tears of pain, tears beginning to overflow, and dampen her cheeks.




The fierce scalding pain became unbearable. Wouldn't it ever end? Laura's pained whimpers became loud sobs, as the tears flowed copiously down her face. Before she realized it, the proud policewoman was weeping like a child.


Smirking at the Policewoman's sobs of terrible misery, the heartless Sonia blistered Laura's broad bottom, even more enthusiastically. 

NO! NO! Laura couldn't stand it anymore; the pain was just too intense to bear. It felt like the giggling Sonia was applying a blowtorch to her delectable buttocks. Oh, the hateful BITCH! Haughty pride was forgotten, now; Laura's only thought was ending this unbearable torment! Sobbingly, the captive Police Captain begged the hateful teenager to stop.



Even when her mature victim begged her to stop, the chastened Police Captain bawling and pleading like a five-year-old child, Sonia kept up the fiery barrage for a few more whacks. After all, Sonia  was having a heck of a lot of fun! How often did you get to spank a big mature policewoman, who'd thought she was going to teach YOU a lesson? Now that the shoe was on the other foot, Sonia would darn well drive the humiliating lesson home with a vengeance. At last, smugly satisfied, that she had broken her victim's pride and spirit, Sonia relented. She laid the brush down and nudged the sobbing Laura off her lap.



Laura painfully climbed to her feet, from her humiliating perch across Sonia's lap. Unable to stop herself, she turned to inspect the savage damage to her blazing bottom, still sizzling with fiery pain.


As Laura pondered her dreadful predicament, and sorrowfully inspected her smarting bottom cheeks, Sonia produced an even more intimidating
implement than a hairbrush. The manacled policewoman's tear-drenched eyes widened in horror, at sight of a huge, strap-on dildo bobbing between the teenager's skinny thighs. Sonia had not forgotten for a moment the horrors inflicted on her kid brother in County jail. Spanking Laura had been fun, but this would be personal. Now, Sonia was avenging her family honor.


Laura's stomach did flip-flops, as Sonia shoved her, face down across the ragged sofa, leaving no doubt how the savage teen intended to redeem family honor.

Sonia made her intent doubly clear, sneering: "What d'they say 'an eye for an eye'? Well Sweet Cheeks, this is gonna be 'an ass for an ass'!"

Already weeping bitterly, Laura sobbed even louder, uselessly begging the implacable teen.




Once she had her policewoman victim draped securely across the sofa, Sonia wasted no time on preliminaries. With all her wiry strength, she brutally plunged the over-sized, unlubricated dildo straight into her bound victim's sizable behind. Laura screamed in frightful shock at the vicious merciless violation. She felt like a huge log was  rammed deep into her body.






When Sonia roughly pulled the giant phallus from the sodomized Police Captain's ravaged rectum, Laura collapsed face down on the couch with a shriek of hideous agony.



Sonia gave her violated, degraded victim no more than a moment, before she roughly pulled her to her feet. Still in shock, Laura hardly heard Sonia hint the next frightful ordeal in store for her. What did it matter? Nothing could be worse than what the merciless teen had just done to her!



Sonia pushed Laura down on her knees and ordered her down on her back. "Yeah on yer back like the fat 'hoor' ya are!"
 

When Laura didn't get down on the floor quick enough, the vicious teen grabbed her by the shoulders, and shoved her down hard on her rump. When Laura's sodomized, hairbrush-blistered, backside hit the hard floor, the manacled policewoman let out another screech of agony.


Sonia completed stretching Laura flat on the floor, with a sharp-heeled shoe planted between the hapless policewoman's massive breasts.


"Once Laura was humiliatingly stretched out beneath her, Sonia sneeringly underscored her total mastery.


With a sigh of pleasure, Sonia settled down astraddle Lara's neck and face, her girlish pussy poised inches from the older woman's beautiful face. Grasping Laura's huge, erect right breast, she commanded the snuffling resentful woman to perform the ultimate act of surrender to the victor.



Pinned inescapably to the floor, with the girl's sharp fingernails digging painfully into her large succulent breast, Laura had no choice. Her stomach churned in disgust, but what else could she do? She must service the horrible, little witch. Her suffering face screwed up in revulsion, Laura hesitantly extended her pink tongue, and gingerly touched the tip against Sonia's clit. Sonia shivered in delighted anticipation. Life couldn't be sweeter!



Once she started the horribly degrading homage to the victorious teen bully, even though she was gagging and choking, Laura flicked her tongue and worked her mouth energetically.  She hoped the sooner she satisfied the lousy little bitch, the sooner her task would be done. Whatever the motivation, Laura's performance was greatly to Sonia's satisfaction.

 


Hateful though it was to the manacled victim, Laura's fervent, slobbering oral gratification swiftly brought the triumphant Sonia to an explosive climax.


Once the disgraced Police Captain sexually satisfied her, Sonia rose languidly, like a satiated cat. She looked down at the miserably sobbing older woman, with a contemptuous sneer.


While Laura lay on the floor in humiliated misery, Sonia put her own clothes back on. Then she attached a rope halter around the disgraced policewoman's neck. Laura hardly noticed the latest hateful indignity.


When Sonia pulled her to her knees by the rope, Laura was frantically hopeful that her ordeal might be nearly over. Sonia was enjoying her triumph too much, to end it so soon, though. Until this afternoon, the haughty Police Captain, carried herself like an arrogantly self-confident queen, strutting round the neighborhood, like she owned it. Now, Captain Laura Farrell was cringing miserably at Sonia's feet, shamelessly sobbing and pleading like a scared little girl. How the mighty had fallen!

"Guess maybe I'll have some more fun with the big arrogant sow, while I got the chance. Love the way them big tits bounce around, when I make her cry." The youthful gang leader thought, considering ways to further torment her sobbing captive. "Heh, heh! Oh yeah! I got it!"





"Hey Sow, where'd ya put that Glock Automatic o'yours? Time for a little target practice. Oh yeah, I see it over there."

Sonia was certainly too street-smart, to risk becoming a 'cop killer', relentlessly hunted by every Law Enforcement Agency in the State, but she had a natural flair for convincing theatrics.

"Yeah, a bullet in the head from yer own gun! Heh, heh! Kinda' ironical, hey?" The cold-blooded menace in Sonia's girlish voice had the desired impact on her pitifully sobbing victim.

After all the frightful things Sonia had already done to her, the captive police officer, didn't doubt that the girl would, indeed, kill her in cold blood.

The threat of 'gang style' execution was too much for the distraught victim to contemplate. Laura broke down completely, shrieking in terror. For the first time in her career, she succumbed to abject terror, terror of a petty teenaged juvenile delinquent.
 
In her blind terror, Laura began kissing the girl's leg, as she abjectly pleaded for her life. Sonia's taunting threats succeeded so well, that the vicious girl was disgusted herself, by the older woman's degrading, terror-stricken pleas.






With a hard, nearly neck-snapping jerk on the leash, Sonia pulled the terrified, older woman away from her leg.



It took a moment for Laura to realize that the heartless teen was going to let her live. She nearly swooned in relief. Her troubles were far from over though. Sonia still had a few more things in store for the unfortunate beauty.


Her mastery over the leashed, manacled Police Captain was indeed sweet; Sonia shivered in delight, as she roughly hauled Laura to her feet.


It wasn't until Sonia hauled the much larger, naked woman to her feet, that she let her victim know, that her humiliation was to become public. Defeated, naked, manacled with her own cuffs, dragged by a leash...OH GOD...maybe it would have been better, if Sonia HAD shot her!


Before they left the Deb Clubhouse, Sonia added the final mortifying touch to Laura's plight; she perched the sobbing woman's uniform cap at a jaunty angle on her head, graphically emphasizing the Police Captain's naked, ignominious shame.




The young gang leader led the snuffling Police Captain through the sordid streets to the very door of the Police Station, to the jeers of the neighborhood pimps, pushers and petty thieves.


Directly in front of the very Police Station, Captain Farrell commanded, Sonia boldly tied her snuffling captive to a water pipe, that conveniently jutted from the sidewalk.




In appreciation of her victory, one of Sonia's admirers presented the gang leader with a small bunch of roses, vandalized from the last, forlorn rosebush in the neighborhood. Before making her getaway, the diabolical gang leader shared one of the roses with her victim, as a token to remember her by, though it was unlikely Laura would ever forget her. Since her victim's hands were shackled, Sonia placed the rose in a strategically visible orifice. The thorns on the stem were especially painful to an already badly ravaged rectum and backside

A few minutes later, officers leaving the precinct house for the afternoon change of shift, were greeted by a rarely seen side of their hard-boiled Captain.


Following a disciplinary hearing, Laura Farrell was reduced in rank to patrolwoman, and reassigned to low level clerical duties in the Commissioner's Office, directly under Commissioner Johnson's sharp, unsympathetic eyes.


Sonia Fernandez took the Police entrance exam, scoring near the top of the Appointment List. A year later, she was appointed to the force. Turning down an assignment as combat instructor at the Police Academy, for greener pastures, she soon became the most successful 'bag-woman', collecting neighborhood graft, the 69th Precinct ever knew, making sergeant before she was twenty-three.


The End.