The SWAT Team, part 2
By Madcat
Male cops get taught a lesson by their female colleagues.


John could read the lust in his sergeant’s pretty brown eyes as she approached
him. The two stood all alone in the small martial arts training room. The
naked male held his clothes with both hands. He knew not to bother putting
them on. Annie gently took his clothes and tossed them to the side. Then she
kissed him long and hard.

Annie liked the feel of the young man’s body against her as she continued
probing with her tongue. The sergeant’s hands cupped his butt cheeks and
pressed him closer. His stiff manhood pressed teasingly against her belly. She
sensed her building passion and pushed the lad back so that he tripped over
her outstretched leg. He fell unceremoniously on his butt.

"There are a couple of things we need to discuss before we proceed." Annie
said looking down at the naked boy. She started to remove her baggy sweat
pants as she talked. "Why did you want to fight me? Did you really think you
could win?"

He looked up at his beautiful boss. She had a pretty face and nice shoulder
length, reddish brown hair. John had always found her attractive. But he had
never seen her out of uniform before. Now she stood there wearing just a small
pair of V shaped panties and the way over stretched undershirt. Her big hard
nipples appeared to be glaring down at him thru the thin white fabric.

"I don’t know." Was the best he could muster.

"Come on. Tell me." She said with a smile. Annie started to remove her top.

"Aaaa." He muttered as her huge melons fell loose. She had the biggest nipples
he had ever seen. John collected his thoughts and answered. "Yeah, I thought I
could take you. I never lost to a girl, even just sparring, before I started
in SWAT."

"But we sparred in practice all the time and I never once remember loosing to
you. Why did you think you could take me all of a sudden?" She asked.

"Well, this was full contact and I thought I could make use of my strength
advantage." He replied.

"So you think you are stronger than me just cause you’re a man?"

"I used to but after what happened, I’m not so sure."

"Let’s have a test to see who is stronger. Stand up." The sergeant ordered.
John got to his feet unable to take his eyes off her big ones. The way they
defied gravity made John think they were artificially enhanced.

She put her hands up and John immediately understood her intentions. The
sergeant wanted to engage him in a game of mercy. Reluctantly he clasped her
hands in his. Before tonight, he would have had no reservations taking her on
in this style of contest. The young man was 2" taller and 20-30 lbs heavier.
He had broad shoulders and muscular arms honed by years of exercise. But he
could not forget how easily the smaller woman had overpowered him earlier that
night. Being forced to submit to a female yet again was the last thing John
wanted.

Both sides slowly increased the pressure on each other. Neither wanted to over
commit. Annie enjoyed the competition and the feel of his spear poking her in
the tummy. Before long she could see his arm muscles bulging and the look of
intense effort on his face.

John poured every last ounce of energy into this battle. Beating her in this
contest of strength was his last hope to restore some wounded pride. But when
he looked down into her eyes he knew she would win. Annie’s face showed none
of the strain he felt. When she smiled up at him he realized that she was
toying with him.

The larger male watched in horror as his wrists began to fold back. He could
feel his resistance collapsing as the sergeant forced him to his knees. At
this point she backed off a little and proceeded to slap his head between her
firm breasts. John made a last ditch effort to stand and resume the battle but
she easily overcame his weak attempt. The defeated male fell back into a
sitting position so that he stared straight at her V shaped panties.

"Well, I guess that proves who is stronger. You need to remember this John.
Never underestimate an opponent, especially a woman." Annie said proudly. She
had bested this young man relatively easily. Now it was time for the prize.

"One last thing. Whatever happens here tonight never happened. Not even the
team can know. Got it?" She asked the still captive male. John looked up and
saw her pretty face thru the great valley running down the middle of her
chest. He nodded.

She pushed him down on to his back and removed her panties. The older woman
mounted his shoulders and planted her moist pussy right into his waiting
mouth. A slight look of surprise flickered in his eyes as her mound made
contact.

"First things first. Eat me." She ordered as her hands cupped her big melons.

Meanwhile back at the locker room ...

Derrick and David exited the showers wearing only a towel. Not a word passed
between them since they entered the locker room. They didn’t feel the need to
discuss the rage and humiliation they felt. Both had briefly considered
quitting the team but knew that would pretty much end their careers.

The men froze in fear when they turned the corner to their lockers. The three
SWAT girls stood in the middle of the small room. They all wore the same
shorts and sleeveless shirt outfits from before.

Sofia broke the awkward silence, "Hi guys, we wanted to come over and see how
you were doing. We feel kind of bad about what happened."

That statement could not have been more false even though the ladies would not
admit it. The girls had enjoyed beating up the boys and wanted more, a lot
more. And, though, they had yet to realize it, they stood ready to take what
they wanted by force.

Derrick ignored her, "What are you doing in here? This is a men’s only room.
Leave."

David, on the other hand, had picked up on some of the subtle changes in the
girl’s posture. They weren’t leaving and he did not expect them to. Worse, the
girls had them out numbered 3-2. David wished he had on more than a towel.

Sofia stepped towards Derrick. "Come on, lighten up. We are all on the same
team here. It’s about time we got to know each other a little better. Why
don’t we all head out for a couple of beers."

The Asian male sensed the rising tension and jumped in between Sofia and
Derrick. "Sure we’ll go out for a beer. Just give us a moment to get changed."
David said desperately trying to defuse the situation.

But Derrick dumped fuel on the fire. "I ain’t goin anywhere with those dyke
bitches. Now get the hell out of here."

Sofia pushed David aside and stuck her nose in Derrick’s face. "What did you
call me, loser?"

"Just get out of here bitch." The black male responded. He really wanted
another shot at the little Mexican senorita. Her low blow earlier in the night
had been a lucky shot. Derrick reveled in his anger and felt like he could
take all three girls at once.

Poor David knew better. These girls were some of the best brawlers he had ever
seen. Even pretty little Sofia had given him the fight of his life. Annie must
have taught them well. And he could see no way to avoid another humiliating
defeat to the attractive girls.

Crack! It started with Sofia slapping Derrick hard across the face. He
responded with a right hook that could have broken her jaw except she ducked.
The larger male twisted off balance from the missed punch. Sophia sent her
hard little fists into Derrick’s stomach and side before dancing back.

David turned to see Jenny coming straight at him. He didn’t want to fight with
the bigger, stronger girl but the look in her eye told him he didn’t have a
choice. Just as David assumed his Karate stance his luck ran out. His towel
fell from around his waist leaving him naked in front of the advancing blonde.
He glanced down for just a millisecond but Jenny took advantage and kicked him
in the stomach. David doubled over from the powerful blow.

The ex-cheerleader followed her kick with a forearm smash that laid out the
smaller male. He didn’t seem to have much fight left in him. She put a foot
solidly on his back and told him to "stay down if you know what’s good for
you."

The little Asian saw no point in arguing with the superior female fighter. He
turned just in time to see his friend get thrashed by Sofia. Derrick had lost
his towel early in the conflict and now fought totally in the nude. His female
opponent had thrown a couple of quick kicks aimed at his exposed parts, which
he easily deflected. But the pain of her earlier strike was still fresh in his
mind. He over focused on protecting his wounded manhood. Sofia then launched a
number of successful strikes against the hesitant male. This time she
concentrated her blows on his lower trunk instead of going for the tougher
head shots.

Big Derrick just could not get a handle on the quick little Mexican girl. It
was like trying to box with one arm. Plus, her hard little punches really
started to hurt, especially the ones that hit his flank or kidneys. He
switched arms and finally caught a break. He let Sofia come in and take her
shot while he launched a powerful overhead right. The punch crashed down on
the side of her head.

Derrick was disappointed when she didn’t crumple. He had KO’d bigger men with
lesser punches. But she did go down to one knee. The black man moved in to
finish the upstart female. He saw her leg moving just as he bent over to bring
her head in range of his devastating right. Derrick recognized the side kick
too late. It seemed to be coming at an impossible angle. Sofia struck him just
under the chin with teeth crunching force.

He staggered back from the force of the blow. To his amazement Sofia attacked
him immediately. She showed no ill effects from his earlier hit as she drove
punch after punch into his unprotected midsection. Derrick threw a desperation
hook as his own strength began to fail. She ducked it and, as he leaned
forward, clocked him on the chin with a hard right. The big man fell to all
fours.

Sofia didn’t let up on her fallen foe. She sunk her foot deep into his once
hardened abdominal muscles. The force of the blow rolled him over and sent the
air from his lungs. Her anger finally died down as she realized the fight was
over. The triumphant female stepped up and again placed her foot between the
beaten man’s legs.

"Submit." She yelled at the beaten man. Sofia gently increased the pressure on
his private parts just so he didn’t forget who was in charge.

The reality of this situation hit Derrick like a ton of bricks. The feisty
little girl had beaten him again. This time she had really worked him over.
His whole body hurt but the pain from his groin reminded him of what he needed
to do.

"I submit." He answered weakly.

"Who is the dyke bitch now?" she asked.

Derrick shook his still foggy head. He had no idea what she was talking about.
Sofia decided to help him figure things out. With one fell swoop she removed
her shorts and panties. The groggy male missed his chance to escape as the
beautiful brown girl straddled his muscular shoulders. He looked up at her
glistening mound just inches from his face.

"Who is the dyke bitch now?" she asked in a more threatening tone.

The correct answer slowly dawned on the beaten black man and the answer scared
him. He had never performed that service on a woman and considered it vulgar.

"Please, no." he cried.

"Do you need more convincing?" She asked cocking her fist back.

That was the last thing he wanted after the beating he just sustained. His
arms lay helpless under her shins making any further resistance unthinkable.

"I am." He muttered.

"Show me." She said shaking her hips slightly.

The black man reached up and kissed her wetness. Sophia grabbed his head with
both hands to help guide him. His tongue began probing her inner recesses. It
didn’t take him very long to learn this new technique.

This scene of carnal lust fascinated Desiree. The big black girl had always
been very conservative in her love life. She never fully trusted men and those
that she did open up to always let her down. But this was different. Sofia
took Derrick on her terms. Moreover, she made the defeated man service her
orally. Desiree had never seen a black man do this to a woman before. It was
usually considered too demeaning.

Desiree felt a pang of jealousy towards the little Mexican girl. The handsome
Derrick could have and should been hers. But Sofia had stepped up to the plate
and fought for what she wanted. Desiree, on the other hand, actually let
Derrick beat her in their match so as not to intimidate him. She began to
understand that Sofia’s way was the better way.

Jenny chuckled at Derrick’s humiliating demise. Sofia had done a masterful job
with him. Now Jenny decided to have a little sport with her captive. The big
blonde quickly disrobed. David noticed her activity and turned over on his
back to get a better view of his fantasy girl. She didn’t disappoint him.
Jenny mounted his shoulders and stared down at him.

"Do you want to be my dyke bitch?" she asked in a friendly tone.

The over excited David didn’t bother to answer, he just dived right in. Jenny
quickly discovered that her male was highly experienced at this form of
service.

Meanwhile, back at the martial arts training room ...

Annie rode her young male student for all he was worth. His tongue had brought
her many pleasures. Now she used his other tool. John clearly enjoyed this
part of his lesson even though his female master remained on top and firmly in
control. She forcefully slowed him down every time he tried to over take her.
This resulted in a remarkable experience for both participants.

The two collapsed together after finishing. For a few moments she just
snuggled in his warm embrace. Then reality began to set in. The two star
crossed lovers lay in the middle of the SWAT training center. She was his
boss. Annie would be drummed off the force if they got caught.

The sergeant jumped up and got back into her clothes. John followed her lead
and did the same. His body ached her rough handling.

"What do you think of them Bears this year?" she joked trying to lighten the
mood. Then Annie reached over and kissed him gently. "Remember this never
happened."

"Yeah, sure." John replied. He knew from experience that things never worked
out that way.

"I’ll clean up in here. You hit the showers." His sergeant commanded.

John walked downstairs topless, his shirt ruined by the powerful blonde. The
place looked dark and deserted. For the first time he felt scared and
vulnerable. The male cop reeled in his emotions. He didn’t need to go soft at
this pivotal time.

The tired and achy man opened the door to the locker room at the wrong time.
It was like stepping into some alternate reality. Both his SWAT buddies lay
flat on their backs, lip locked with unusual parts of the female anatomy. Only
it wasn’t that unusual anymore. He had just escaped from a similar position.

None of the dominant females seemed to notice his presence. They were having
too much fun. The spooked John started to back towards the door. He figured he
could shower at home.

"Hi, John." He heard a familiar voice to his left. John turned to see the big
black girl coming towards him. She wore only red panties and a bra which
highlighted her ample female charms. Powerful muscles rippled under her
beautiful dark skin. Normally, John would have found her immensely attractive.
But he had all the dominant SWAT girls he could take for one night.

One look in her eyes told him she wanted to do more than exchange
pleasantries. John decided to stand his ground. Derrick had easily bested the
big girl earlier that night and John thought he could too. Desiree stopped
only inches away from the smaller man. Her 3" heels added to her sizable
height advantage. The blonde haired boy gazed up at the dark goddess and began
to realize his mistake.

"Desiree, I’m tired and I just want to go home." He pleaded.

The big black girl just ignored him and stuck one finger from each hand in the
top of his sweats. His pants fell to the ground with nary a sound but his own
whimpering. For a second he considered lashing out at this amazon but deep
inside he knew it would be futile. The much smaller Annie and Jenny had
overpowered him easily, what chance did he have against this giant female.

"No, please." He begged. Desiree inched forward, brushing against him. Her
massive breasts bracketed his head. Her touch brought an unwelcome stiffening
in his loins.

She bent down and whispered in his ear. "We can do this the easy way or the
hard way. Which would you prefer?"

John gathered his last threads of courage and hit her hard in the stomach. The
blow took her by surprise and she doubled over, obviously in some pain.

He stepped back satisfied with his action. "Enough already." He shouted. The
loud noise interrupted all of the oral activities in the room. All eyes were
on him and the looming conflict. The girls waited to see what fate awaited
this hapless male. The boys secretly rooted for their would be rescuer.

Desiree looked at John and said, "You should not have done that." She reached
over and grabbed his hair.

The big girl started to drag the little male over to some benches. John did
the only thing he could and popped her in the stomach. This time his fist hit
a wall of solid muscle. The punch had no effect on the amazon so he tried
again with all the power he could muster. His fist virtually crumpled on
impact with her stomach. John thought he may have broken a bone in his wrist
but the big girl did stop.

"Lets see how you like it?" she said driving her fist into his well chiseled
stomach muscles. This time it was his turn to double over.

Desiree easily marched him the rest of the way and sat on the bench. The
powerful black girl bent him over her knee for a good old fashioned spanking.
John still wore his jock but that afforded his back side no protection. He
offered little resistance.

"This is to teach you not to hit a girl." She said with her first strong
whack. John winced in pain. All the men in the room shared his anguish. To see
a man so punished just deepened their humiliation. And each man all knew he
could be next.

The other two SWAT girls clapped and counted out the whacks. This was too good
not to watch. And they let their male team members see it too. The boys needed
to know what could happen if they misbehaved.

Unfortunately, the ladies’ unbridled enthusiasm did them in. Annie walked by
the men’s locker room just in time to hear the female voices. Not one to barge
in the men’s room, she entered stealthily and peered around the corner. At
first she thought she saw an orgy with all of the entwined nude bodies. Then
it dawned on her. The girls were sexually dominating the boys, just as she had
done with John.

Even though part of her wanted to let the ladies have their fun, the sergeant
knew this could get out of hand. She turned the corner and walked into the
middle of the room. Every one stopped, even Desiree’s hand froze in mid
motion.

"OK, fun’s over. Ladies, hit the showers. And if I catch you women in the
men’s locker room again, you will be out of SWAT." The sergeant announced.

For a second the girls looked like they may attack their leader as they
pondered their position. None wanted to leave but they knew they must. Sofia
got up first and helped Derrick to his feet. Jenny and Desiree followed suite.
Each grabbed their clothes and headed across the hall for a shower.

Annie looked at the beaten and battered male cops and wondered if they could
ever be SWAT. Two were naked and the other displayed a bright red ass. Worse,
they all sported full erections. The boys had in some strange way enjoyed this
night of female domination.

She ordered her male team members over to a bench and began to lecture them.
Annie told them that this would never happen again and that the boys just
needed to try harder. The boys listened but did not believe her. Just the fact
that they were forced to endure this lecture naked told them that things had
changed. Each knew that girls wouldn’t be satisfied with just one night of
sexual control. They had enjoyed it too much. And the boys knew that, try as
they may, there was nothing they could do to stop these 3 powerful females.

As the lecture wound down, Annie could feel the boys eye upon her - more
specifically her chest. She still wore only her white undershirt which, thanks
to a small amount of perspiration, now clung provocatively to her firm
breasts. Annie began to feel the seduction of unbridled sexual power. These
boys were totally under her spell and would do anything asked them to.
Instead, she ordered them all into the showers and hit them with them and
herself with a spray of cold water.

As Annie left the men’s locker room in her cold, wet tank top, she could not
help but think that her attempt to motivate the men had backfired in some
terrible way.