Kirsten Slaughters a Pig 
by Ibfeysaat

(Questions and comments to ibfeysaat18@gmail.com)

Before the authorities decide to get involved let's all remember that this
is make believe. Or is it? Anyway, there's a whole array of potentially
felony offenses as well as felonious assaults going on in this Norman
Rockwell like slice of Americana. May your better Angels guide you. For
mature audiences only. Definitely rated NC17. Enjoy.

The cheerleaders have a ritual of smoking marijuana in the forest preserve
behind the school before Friday night football games. Officer Trup had an
unhealthy obsession with the high school cheerleaders. They never paid him
any attention in school. But now as a police officer they had to respect
him. At least that's what he thought.

Officer Trup parked his squad car and followed his nose. In the clearing
behind the stand of trees he found Kirsten taking a big hit off the joint.
Caught red handed.

The pig announced his presence and said that everyone was under arrest for
possession and public intoxication. The cop had to frisk the kids to make
sure they had no weapons. Officer Trup let his fingers linger a little too
long as he squeezed the cheerleader's tits. Officer Pig was dreaming of
interrogating her in private after letting the other kids go. He had a
boner, if you could actually call it that, 4 inches. He was dreaming of
fucking the dreamy cheerleader.

Our precious little hellraiser had other ideas. "Hey you pervert, get your
fucking hands off of my tits!" Kirsten shoved the portly pig away from her.
The fat cop stumbled backwards and reached for his service revolver. As
soon as he extracted it from the holster, our karate trained sexy
cheerleader pivoted and fired a spinning kick aimed at his gun. Her
execution was flawless. A direct strike separated the gun from the pig's
paw. The gun landed harmlessly about 20 feet away. Officer Trup gulped as
he knew he was in big trouble.

"You filthy fat fuck! You felt me up and tried to pull a gun on me. What,
did you think that you could let everyone else go to leave you alone with
me in the woods? With no witnesses. You were going to rape me. Weren't you?
Well now the shoe is on the other foot now. Citizens arrest! Wait. Are you
resisting arrest? Good. That gives me an excuse to beat you up. Have you
ever been beaten up by a girl before? Get ready. You're about to learn a
lesson in female domination. I'm going to beat the shit out of you in front
of my friends and then I'm going to rape you with your very own nightstick!"

Amber quipped "Kirsten is going to slaughter a pig."

Beating up and stripping David the day before in front of half the school
really turned Kirsten on. After the fight she went home and gave her
vibrator a good workout. But this was even better. A grown man. A cop. In
private with only her cheerleader friends as witnesses. Her libido was
exploding. She not only planned on beating the pig up but she was going to
receive her own dose of oral servitude as well. Besides, the fat cop was
kind of cute in a girly sort of way. He reminded her of a chubby male
version of Marie Osmond. Kirsten harbored a teensy bit of bisexual urges.

Kirsten was ready to put on a show. Who wants to hear about what happened
next?

Kirsten moved toward the pig who was more like a deer in headlights as he
stood frozen. She snapped a right karate kick into the side of the soft
belly of the donut loving cop. Thud. A groan escaped the lips of Porky Pig.
Kirsten pivoted and buried her left fist in the dough like gut of the
portly pig. Bwoa groaned the fat fuck who almost barfed from the impact.
All the kids cheered and urged her on. Kirsten was not going to disappoint.
She was just getting warmed up. Inside her loins, she was on fire!

The fat pig was flummoxed. This pretty little cheerleader had disarmed him
and now was beating him up. His training went out the window. He was
helpless against the teenage hellcat. He needed to come up with a plan and
quick.

Kirsten stepped back and spun around like a ballerina with her hands over
her head in a dancing sort of way. And then she raised her left foot and
kicked him twice. First in the stomach and without resetting, she kicked
him in the side of the head. As the fat cop felt for blood on his face, the
smaller and shorter girl stepped forward and punched him in the stomach.
Not once. Not twice. Not even 3 times. No. She went left right left right
left right left right left right left right left right left right left
right left right. She beat the daylights out of him. 20 punches in all. The
fat cop opened his mouth in a wide O from having all the air beaten out of
him. As he was leaning forward trying to hold his gut, Kirsten the killer
threw one more punch. Not to his tummy. Not even his balls. No, Kirsten
bent down and then rose with a fury. A basement to penthouse right uppercut
flush to one of the chins of the roly poly pig. Splat! His teeth clattered
together and Porky Pig knew he was about to die at the evil hands, feet,
and fists of Cheer Captain Kirsten.

The force of the blow stunned the pig like the stun gun used in slaughter
houses. His head jerked back and his arms hung limply at his sides. Not one
to squander an opportunity Kirsten grabbed a bunch of hair and pulled
downward at the same moment that her knee was ascending. She crushed his
nose against her kneecap. She broke his nose. She was sure of it. Blood
instantly appeared from both nostrils and the cop just grabbed his face and
fell to his knees. He was finished. Thankfully, Kirsten hadn't even reached
halftime.

Kirsten removed her sneakers choosing to finish the brawl barefoot. She
then grabbed the hair again from the stuck pig and started slapping the
ever loving shit out of him with the tennis shoe. I don't know how many of
you out there in TV land have ever been slapped in the face with a tennis
shoe by a cheerleader before. With a busted nose. (One can only dream) But
it was not a pretty sight. Unless you're someone reading this who kind of
gets off on that sort of thing. For you, me, Matthew, Paul and several
others, it's beautiful! Jesus Mary and Joseph!

Back to our heartwarming story. Kirsten is standing over the phony wannabe
cop with a deathlike grip on his hair with her left hand and a tennis shoe
in her right. She is beating the bejesus out of Officer Butthole. Forehands
backhands side to side. Blood was raining from the broken nose and
disintegrating lips of the beaten shell of a man. After about 2 dozen
swats, she switched hands. His cheeks were past red. They were turning
purple.

Fatso was bawling like a baby and sputtering out apologies and pleas for
mercy. This was music to the girls ears and rocket fuel for their burning
cores. Especially Kirsten. Officer Trup was about to explode. So was
Kirsten except for entirely different reasons. The pig's face was about to
explode whereas her woohoo was ready to melt.

Kirsten finally and mercifully stopped beating the poor slob before he bled
to death and informed him of the ways of the jungle. She kicked him onto
his back first. "Listen here fatso, you were hoping to have your way with
me. Not going to happen. However, I intend to get my yayas out instead. So
it's your lucky day. I'm going to mash my cunt all over your disgusting
face and you will worship your conqueror. You will feel, smell, and taste
me. But you don't get to look at my teenage twat that you are willing to
die for. Close your eyes. No peeking."

Kirsten removed her black soiled panties and threw them in his face. She
told him to close his eyes and open his mouth. She lifted her skirt giving
the girls a quick beaver shot before she jumped in the air spreading her
legs and landing right on his face. He screamed in agony.

The horny hellcat began swabbing his face with her burning inferno. He
couldn't see a thing under her cheerleading skirt but he could smell her.
And she was ripe too. Between her cuntal juices and his blood and tears he
was drowning. Air was in short supply. She humped his face like she had no
shame. Officer pigpen was suffering in shame. Back and forth and faster and
faster she rocked.

Just before he suffocated, she raised up for a moment. He gulped down a
much needed blast of oxygen. The air was life saving and polluted. Back on
his face she returned hurtling toward her first orgasm.

"Eat me! Suck my smelly cunt you fat bastard! When I'm done with you you're
going to need to go to the Dentist for a haircut! Swallow my girl cum
bitch! That's it. Eat me out. You're gonna make me cum. Oh fuck oh fuck oh
FUUUUCK I'm cuuuumming!"

Kirsten came in his mouth but she wanted more. Kirsten told her friends to
strip the cop. He needed to get fucked. Amber and Brittany unceremoniously
pantsed him until he was naked as a jaybird. His microdick was rock hard
but all but invisible, hidden under the rolls of fat. It was so small that
it looked like a pencil which had been sharpened down to a nub. It looked
more like a kitty with a boner.

Meanwhile, Kirsten was convulsing in an endless stream of multiple orgasms.
After a couple of minutes she was sated. She suddenly had the urge to pee.
She lifted up a couple of inches and hovered above him. Officer Trup gulped
in much needed air. Drops of rain followed by a thick stream landed on his
face. To his horror officer Pigpoke realized that she was pissing in his
face.

"You look like a thirsty whale so here's a little liquid refreshment. Drink
my girl piss loser." Officer Trup cried and gulped and gagged and coughed
as her stream of girl piss rained on his parade. This was the ultimate
humiliation. When the rain storm finally finished Amber flipped the giant
whale onto his stomach. She requested his nightstick which Amber gleefully
handed her. "Lookie lookie, fatso has a boner. I guess he wants to get
fucked."

With absolutely no foreplay, she plunged that nightstick deep into his
asshole. Blood gushing out of his ruined rectum ensured that officer Trup
was not going to enjoy his first, last, and only cheerleader fuck. Ok,
rape. His pathetic wailing and screams died down as he passed out in agony.
They left him there naked with a nightstick embedded deep inside him and
basically just the handle outside him.

Amber hugged her friend and whispered in her ear what she was planning on
doing to Gary tomorrow and invited her to watch. Kirsten happily rsvp'd.

Hours later, the roar of the crowd from the football game a half a mile
away awoke the hibernating hog. The girls left a note reminding him of what
they had done. And to ensure their safety, they had it all on video.
Officer Trup never returned to police work. Rumor has it that he committed
suicide the following week. Nobody knows for sure.

That's all cats! Hope you enjoyed the show! Sweet dreams.