Abby and Natalie, Part 4
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com


As a handcuffed Abby and Natalie were led away by the police, Natalie
turned to the lieutenant. "I have to ask.  How did you know? How did you
find us?"

"A janitor saw the two of you sneaking out of the gym," the police
lieutenant replied. "It was after hours and he thought you were acting 
kind of suspicious.  He stayed in the shadows so he wouldn't be seen and
he took down the license number of your car." The policeman nodded at 
Abby. "Then he called us.  We went into the gym to look around.  Then we
went into the men's locker room and found...well, you know what we found.
We traced the license and got the name Abigail Leitner.  You were missing
from your dorm and you weren't at the Leitner house, but Mr. Leitner said
you were his daughter's best friend and your house was here."

Natalie's response was a single word. "Fuck." Abby wanted to put a 
comforting hand on her friend's shoulder, but she was handcuffed.  She
turned around and saw a couple of the SWAT team members helping themselves
to the rest of the pizza, and some of the others drinking the beer.  She
rolled her eyes.

The lieutenant turned to Abby. "Your parents are, obviously, incredibly
disappointed in you.  Your mother said that she always thought Natalie here
was a bad influence." At that, it was Natalie's turn to roll her eyes.  
Turning to Natalie, the policeman continued, "And we don't even know where
your parents are.  When we find them, I hope we find them alive." When the
officer turned his back, Natalie allowed herself a small smirk.

Meanwhile, at the murder scene in the locker room, the coroner was 
examining Hank and Mark's corpses. "This one here, Marcus Norrington," he
announced to the others in the room. "He was badly beaten, then his neck
was broken.  By the clean, sharp break in the neck, we can deduce that the
person who killed him had a lot of wrist strength.  Despite all this,
however, Mark here appears to have been the luckier of the two.  Now this 
one here, Hank McConnell.  He was also brutally beaten.  But if you'll look
at all these bloody wounds...At first I thought these holes were gunshot
wounds.  Five in the chest, two in the cheek, and one in the brain.  But 
there were no bullets or even bullet fragments in the body, and no exit 
wounds.  I'm now thinking that these holes were inflicted by a stiletto.
Someone with extremely strong legs must have kicked him while wearing
stiletto high heels.  And this gash on his other cheek, which looks like it
was carved with a big knife, must also have been caused by the stiletto 
vixen." If Natalie and Abby had been there to hear the coroner, they would
have both allowed themselves very large smirks.

A few hours later, Abby and Natalie had been taken downtown and processed
and fingerprinted.  They had also been strip searched by two very 
unattractive policewomen, and then issued prison-orange shirts and pants. 
The lieutenant who had arrested the girls tried to question them, but both 
refused to say anything without a lawyer.  With a weary sigh, he announced 
that he was leaving for the day and that Abby's parents would come to visit 
the next morning.

Abby and Natalie sat in their cell and sighed.  Most of the prisoners were
in two large holding cells, one for men and one for women, but because of
the extremely serious nature of their crimes the girls were being held
separately from the other prisoners.  

"Boy, we really fucked up by getting caught," said Natalie glumly.

"Yeah, we're in deep shit, but our chances aren't totally fucked yet," Abby
responded. "A couple of observations.  One, most of the officers have gone 
home and only the graveyard shift is here.  And two, the officer who's been 
assigned to check on us is a young male who seems to have a crush on us 
from the way he's been looking at us."

Natalie smiled as thoughts of escape and kicking more ass filled her mind.
"Well, let's go for it, then! I sure as hell don't want to spend the rest 
of my life caged like an animal!"

Abby smiled back. "Follow my lead."

She called out to the young officer who had been assigned to keep an eye on
them. "Excuse me, sir, but could you do us a little favor?" Abby spoke in a
seductive, feminine voice, and she gave the policeman a big smile.  She 
walked to the front of the cell and stood right behind the bars.  Natalie
joined her and gave the officer a flirtatious wink.

The policeman blushed as he approached the two stunning women. "Yes, what
can I do for you?" he asked, stopping right in front of the cell.

In a lightning-fast move, Abby suddenly reached out through the bars and 
snapped the man's neck.  As the cop's corpse began falling, Natalie 
snatched the ring of keys hanging from his waist.  Abby said to the body,
"You can help us escape."

Natalie quickly found the right key and unlocked the cell door.  Abby took
the officer's pistol out of its holster. "Payback time."

The girls began walking towards the main office.  Abby walked in front,
gun at the ready.  When they got to the end of the hallway, she peeked
around the corner and into the office.

There were four cops there - a middle-aged desk sergeant reading a 
newspaper, a cute young Latina policewoman filling out some forms, a 
skinny, nerdy-looking policeman reading a comic book, and a fat blond-
haired officer eating a donut.  Abby held up four fingers.  Natalie nodded, 
then both girls stepped around the corner.  Abby raised her pistol. "Good
evening," she said, with a charming smile.

Four heads looked up. "What the fuck? How did you two get..." The desk
sergeant reached for his gun, but before he could get to it Abby had shot 
him in the head.  As their boss's corpse fell, the three other officers 
raised their hands in alarm.  The fat cop was still holding his half-eaten
donut in his raised hand.

"Hey fatso, put the donut down," laughed Natalie mockingly.  The fat 
policeman, reddening in humiliation, dropped the donut.

While Abby kept her gun trained on them, Natalie relieved the officers of
their weapons and handcuffs.  She then began handcuffing them to tables.
She had finished cuffing both male officers when suddenly the policewoman
launched an incredibly fast crescent kick to Natalie's face.  The impact
sent Natalie stumbling directly into Abby's line of fire.  The female
officer cartwheeled to Natalie and grabbed her, punching her in the face.
She kept her in a human shield position.

As a stunned Abby stared in shock and tried to look for an opening to 
shoot, an equally stunned Natalie tried to fight back.  She kneed her
opponent in the stomach, eliciting a grunt of pain from her, but the Latina
cop's hard abs prevented Natalie's attack from doing too much damage.
Natalie tried swinging a punch, but the policewoman blocked it with a 
sturdy forearm, then landed a stinging jab to the girl's jaw.  Natalie,
cursing, headbutted the officer, then landed a solid punch to her nose.  
She followed that up with a roundhouse kick to the side of her opponent's
head, knocking her to the floor.  Sighing in relief, Natalie jumped on top
of her.  Abby, also with a sigh of relief, aimed her pistol at the 
policewoman's head.

"I've got this," said Natalie.  She turned to her opponent, reading her 
name tag. "Impressive, Officer Avila.  You're quite a skilled fighter.  
Maybe if circumstances had been different, you might have grown up like we 
did and we'd all be on the same side.  The three of us would have made an
unstoppable team." She paused. "I'm sorry I have to do this." With that, 
Natalie clamped her thighs around the policewoman's neck, her crotch right
in the woman's face.  She then twisted her hips to break her victim's neck.

Natalie stood up with a rapid heartbeat.  She glanced at the two remaining
officers, who were both trembling in fear, especially the fat one.  She
whispered with Abby and after a few seconds both girls nodded.

Abby addressed the two handcuffed policemen with a smirk. "You're such a
couple of pathetic losers," she sneered. "You're supposed to be officers of
the law.  Brave and competent, protecting the citizens of this community.
Instead, you've just let a couple of girls do this to you.  At least your
female collegaue showed some courage and talent.  At least she could 
actually put up a fight.  But you two..." She pointed her gun at each of 
their heads in turn. "I could shoot you both right now and there wouldn't 
be a fucking thing you pussies could do about it," she mocked them. "But we
don't want to kill you too quickly.  Fight us.  Let's see if you're man
enough to handle a couple of little girls."

Abby covered the men with her gun while Natalie uncuffed them.  Abby then
put her gun away.  She faced off with the skinny cop while Natalie prepared
to attack the fat one.

Abby punched her victim in the face with her right fist, knocking him
backwards.  She front handspringed towards him to land right in front of
him, then punched him again with her left, knocking him into the wall.  
With a roar of pain, the skinny policeman charged at her, but she simply
stepped to the side and smashed her elbow into the side of his head as he
ran by her, causing him to see stars.

Meanwhile, the fat cop swung a slow, clumsy punch at Natalie.  She dodged 
it with barely any effort and laughed. "Stupid lardass," she taunted him.
He opened his mouth to retort, but before he could say anything she had
closed it with a vicious uppercut.  She pivoted and side kicked him in the
chest, then punched him twice in his fat gut and once in the jaw, sending
him to the floor.

Balancing on one leg, Abby fired three rapid high kicks into the skinny
officer's face, loosening some of his teeth.  As her opponent's hands flew
upward and covered his face, she delivered a savage soccer kick to his
groin.  He screamed like a girl and his hands immediately went to his
crippled family jewels.  As he was stumbling around, Abby did a powerful
roundhouse kick to his side that broke one of his ribs with a sharp CRACK.
She felt a rush of power flow through her, similar to the rush she got when 
she broke boards in karate.  She sent the officer to the ground with a 
well-aimed kick to his jaw.

The fat policeman slowly got to his feet...and immediately got his left eye
blackened as Natalie's fist slammed into it.  Grabbing him, she kneed him
in his fat stomach, causing him to howl in pain and double over.  She shook
her head in contempt. "Such a weak and flabby body.  At least the GIRL cop
had some muscle." She kneed him in the stomach again, then aimed a little
lower and kneed him in the testicles.  She laughed as his hands went flying
to his wounded nuts just like his comrade's.  Following up her attack, she
kicked him in the face, sending him flying backwards into the wall.  A 
brutal spin kick to the side of her victim's head sent him to the floor in 
a heap.

The skinny officer tried getting up, but was knocked back down when Abby
viciously kneed him in the face.  The force and strength of her attack 
caused blood to spray out. "Finishing time, honey," she cooed.  With that,
she grabbed him by the hair and began driving her knee into his throat 
again and again.  She finally let him slump to the ground, his windpipe
crushed.  She stood over the corpse, waiting for her heart rate to return
to normal.

As the fat cop stood back up for the last time, Natalie was preparing her
final kick.  She waited for him to stand upright, then launched herself
into a powerful backflip kick, putting full strength and speed into it.  
There was a sharp CRACK as her attack landed and broke the fat policeman's
neck.  His corpse slumped to the floor as Natalie landed perfectly on her 
feet.

"You okay?" Abby asked her friend.

"Sure.  This tub of lard wasn't any trouble.  I was scared as hell when the
girl cop attacked me, though.  That was a close one." She paused. "Well,
looks like our escape rates as successful, huh? Man, I can't believe we
took out the police station."

Abby looked at the clock, which showed that it was a little past midnight.
"We've got almost eight hours before the morning shift shows up.  But there
might be some of the graveyard shift out on patrol right now.  We don't 
know when they might come back, so we'd better hurry." She went over to the 
corpse of the desk sergeant.  Looking at the bullet hole dead center in his 
forehead, she congratulated herself on her markswomanship, making that shot 
from all the way across the room.  She reached at his waist and held up 
some keys. "I've always wanted to drive a cop car."

Natalie grinned. "And we'll need to be dressed for the occasion." She took
off her orange jail-issue shirt and pants, standing there looking very sexy
in just her panties (her small, firm, beautiful 34B breasts needed no bra).
She then bent over the female officer and began removing her uniform.

"Hey, how come you get the girl's clothes?" said Abby lightheartedly. "She
smells a lot nicer than this guy." She pointed at the skinny male cop.

"Well," responded Natalie with a smile, "first of all, you get the 
privilege of driving, and second, her clothes would probably be too small
for you anyway. (Abby, who wore a size 8, was slightly bigger than 
Natalie's size 4).  Natalie pointed to the now bra-and-panties-clad female
cop, who was revealed to be quite petite and slender, although muscular.

"Hmm, guess you're right.  I didn't realize she was that little.  She sure
has some big arms for a skinny chick, though." Abby tensed her big forearm
muscles, causing them to stand out more. "They're almost as big as mine."

She shed her jail-issue clothes, displaying her white panties and (also
braless) firm 34C breasts.  She then began taking off the skinny male cop's
uniform, wrinkling her nose as she did so.

After the girls had finished changing, they grabbed some weapons and ammo.
In addition to a holstered pistol for each of them, Abby took an assault
rifle and Natalie took a shotgun.  Natalie, imitating Linda Hamilton in
Terminator 2, performed a one-armed pump of the shotgun.  Abby whistled
approvingly.

They headed out to the parking lot.  Abby, after trying a few keys, 
unlocked the door of one of the police cars and slid behind the wheel.
Natalie got in the passenger seat.  As Abby started the car, the sexy girls
gave each other a high-five.  

"Fuck yeah! We're free!" cheered Natalie.  As Abby turned out of the 
parking lot, she turned on the siren and raced down the city street at 
sixty miles per hour. "Wooooooo! I've always wanted to do this!" She
indulged herself for a few more moments, then turned off the siren and 
slowed down, not wanting to attract too much attention.

Their first stop was the secret hideout in the woods where the submachine
guns and extra ammunition were stored.  Abby congratulated herself on 
forseeing the usefulness of such a hideout.  After loading those into the 
police car, the girls stopped at an all-night diner for a midnight 
breakfast.  When they were done with their meal, the manager approached
their table and gave them a discount, thanking them for keeping the streets
safe.  Natalie and Abby looked at each other and giggled after he had left.
"If he only knew..." snickered Abby.

As they walked out to the parking lot, Natalie held out her hand. "How 
about letting me drive now?"

"Oh, all right," said Abby with a pretended sigh, dropping the keys into 
her friend's hand.  Natalie grinned and slid into the driver's seat, 
starting the engine.  She then paused suddenly.

"Well, aren't you going to drive?" asked Abby from the passenger seat. 
"What are you waiting for?"

"I was just thinking...where to now? What are we going to do?"

Abby twirled her long hair thoughtfully for a few moments, then smiled. 
"You know what could be really useful and also really fun to play with? A
hostage."

Natalie grinned evilly, nodding in agreement. "Did you have anyone specific
in mind?"

"University President Bennington," said Abby, smirking. "We owe his ass 
some payback."

Natalie's grin got wider, then changed to a frown. "But I wanted to kill 
his ass."

"Oh, we're going to kill him eventually.  I mean, it's not like we're going
to let him live.  Not after we killed those cops.  And especially not after
what he did to us.  I mean, putting us on probation after we beat up a 
couple of dumb pretty boys who sexually harassed us? Come on."

"All right." Natalie gave Abby a high-five. "Guess we could pick him up 
now, huh? Middle of the night's the perfect time to catch him off guard.  
Do we have his home address?"

"Yep," said Abby, reaching into a bag and pulling out a piece of paper. "I
looked this up earlier on the computer when we were at the university.  I
looked up Castigan's home address too, but it turned out we didn't need 
it."

"That's my Abby.  Always prepared." Natalie began driving the police car 
off into the night as Abby called out directions.  To an observer, the
girls, in their uniforms, certainly looked the part of a pair of tough-
looking and hot female cops.

Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up in front of Bennington's house.  The
house was completely dark.  It was clear that their target was fast asleep.

"Let's do it!" said Natalie, tossing her shoulder-length dark brown hair.
She grabbed her shotgun and jumped out of the police car.  Abby followed, 
carrying her assault rifle.

"No-knock raid," snickered Abby. "Let's see if my kick is strong enough to
make it like it is in the movies." She delivered a powerful kick to the
front door - and successfully kicked it down.  The girls stormed inside,
shouting, "Police!"

University President Bennington awoke with a start and gasped when he saw
two young policewomen pointing their weapons at him. "Wha...what's going 
on?" he stammered, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"Mr. Bennington, we hereby place you under arrest," declared Abby.  Natalie
roughly handcuffed the university president's hands behind his back and
yanked him out of bed and into a standing position.  Abby continued, "You 
are charged with unjustly putting students on probation, failing to listen 
to appeals, and being an all-around asshole."

Bennington, finally fully awake, stared in shock, his mouth dropping open.
"Hey, you're not cops! You're..."

Abby hit him in the face with the butt of her rifle, knocking him down to 
his knees.  Natalie then dropped her elbow onto the top of his head, 
sending him to the floor. "That's right," sneered Natalie. "We're Natalie
Boatwright and Abby Leitner, the girls you unfairly and arbitrarily 
punished.  And we're here for revenge.  Now get your ugly ass up." She 
yanked him back to his feet and aimed her shotgun at the middle of his 
back.  Prodding him with the shotgun, she forced him to march out to the
police car.

Natalie shoved Bennington into the back seat of the car, then got behind
the wheel.  Abby jumped into the passenger seat.  Both girls were smiling
and cheering in victory and triumph.  

Bennington began to whine. "I'm a university president! I demand that you
let me go right now if you know what's good for you!"

Abby, still holding her assault rifle, whirled around and aimed her weapon
directly at his testicles. "Actually, if YOU know what's good for YOU, then
you'll shut the fuck up and stay quiet," she hissed. "Do I make myself 
clear?"

Bennington said nothing, trembling in fear.

"Do I make myself fucking clear?" repeated Abby, tightening her finger on 
the trigger.

"Y...yes!" the panicking man managed to squeak out.

"Good," said Abby coldly.  Natalie started the engine and the two dangerous
vixens headed off into the night, along with their terrified hostage.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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