Story: Police Picnic By: SnuffKing 1998 DISCLAIMER! (PLEASE READ CAREFULLY): If the thought of torturing a sweet, innocent teenage girl to death, while you fuck her dying body, and eat her flesh, makes you horny, I think you are about old enough for this. Otherwise.....May the Spam be with You! /SnuffKing ------------o-------------- Hi, I'm Samuel H. Gregor, police lieutenant in Port Dundee, Florida. It's a fairly small port town between Mobile and Pensacola, not far from the Alabama state limit. We are all proud of our little city, which is almost free of the problems that plague other cities of the south. This is mostly due to our honoured Judge McKensy, who is not easy on drug trafficers and KKKlan members. And Jack Dower, our Chief of Police, who has always managed to maintain a very high esprit- de-corps. Jack's success is partly due to the fact that he knows when to be the chief of police, and when to be just another copper and a collegue. This was also why the whole corp looked forward to our annual picnic. It was a time when we could forget all about work and rank, and just have fun. Do some 'male bonding' as they say up north. Haha. Me and my partner Harry Jackson pulled the patrole car off Palme Avenue, and into the short driveway up to Captain Quaid's house. There was no sign of Mary, so she was probably out back by the pool. And sure enough, when me and Harry went round the house, she was laying in one of the deack chairs by the pool, working on her tan, listening to her walkman while gulping down coke. When she saw us, she quickly pulled off the walkman, and covered her pretty young, yet full, breasts with a bathtowel. "Hi Samuel...Harry", she yelled and raised a long brown arm, waving at us, obviously a little embarrased that we had seen her tits. "Hi Mary", I said, and gave her a big smile. "What are you doing here?", she asked, "I thought that you'd be at the picnic?" "No, we have a little job we have to do for your father", Harry said. His eyes were practically eating the young woman as he spoke. I couldn't blame him. She was very beautiful. Her skin was smooth and tanned, her hair long and blond. Her big blue eyes looked curiously at us, while her teeth shone in a perfect smile. Her attempt to hide her breasts with the towel failed miserably. "But my father is at the station. You know he is on the emergency watch." "Well, the job have to do with you Mary", I grinned. "He is very concerned for you. Especially after you tried to run away from high-school during the winter." Mary had just finished high-school this summer, but I could understand from Quaid that it had been hell getting her through. She just didn't have her mind set on higher education, he said. "No need to worry there, Samuel. I'm quite fine. My 18'th birthday is comming up in two weeks, and after that I'm going to work down at Larry's Diner", she said and smiled proudly. "But your father has heard from your friend Lisa, that your were planning to run away to L.A. to become an actress. Isn't that so?" Now she looked a little more concerned. She probably hadn't know that Lisa had told on her. "Well but that...", she started, before I nodded at Harry, and we grabbed her arms, pulling her from the chair. She frantically clutched the bathtowel. "Ouch!", she whined and looked at us. "What are you doing? Get your fat hands off of me!" She looked suprised and angry. And a bit scared. "Well, Mary, don't be angry. Your father is simply concerned for you, and has sent us here to help you. He thinks that it might actually be better for you to go to L.A. Go for your dream, see if it carries through. And if it fails, you can always come back here", I explained. She looked at me in utter disbelief. "Fuck you. My father would never let me do that, let alone help me. He just wants me to stay here in this boring city and rot forever!", she yelled. "No Mary, he cares for you a great deal. No we go and pack your bags.", Harry said, and we started pulling her towards the terrace door. Her walkman fell to the ground and shattered on the tiles. She whined and yelled as we pulled her inside. I quickly closed the terrace door after us, while Harry held Mary. Then I hit her hard across the face. "Shut up Mary, and do as we say. You wouldn't want us to tell your father what an ungrateful slut you are?" She wimpered a bit and looked at me, her big blue eyes now full of tears. "No. Please don't", she said. Then she walked upstairs, changed and began packing her clothes. When she came down she was wearing pink sandals, cut off jeans and a pink t-shirt. Her jeans were cut off short, displaying most of her sweet little ass. The t-shirt didn't quite reach all the way down to the jeans. It was pushed out by her full breasts, her firm stomach and her pretty little bellybutton clearly visible. In her hand she held a large stuffed sportsbag. "Is this OK?", she said and forced a smile. "Yes Mary, that is just great", Harry grinned, "Now let's get going." "You just took a wrong turn", Mary said as I pulled the patrole car off St. Andrew's street, and started up the small dirttrack to the forest. "You are not taking me to the airport, are you?" "Yes we are Mary. We just thought you'd like to say goodbye to your fathers colleuges before you leave. After all, most of them has known you since you were a little girl." "Oh", she said, and looked out the window, admiring the scenery. It was a beautiful summer day. The fields, forest and sea was bathed in sunlight, and the white sails of a few pleasure crafts shone against the deep blue water. It was a perfect day for the picnic. The cars of all the other police officers were crammed togeather on the small parkinglot. "Just leave the bag in the car. This will only take a few minutes", I said and grinned at Mary in the rear view mirror. Then I parked the patrole car, and we walked down the track to the picnic area. The other officers were getting the tables and stools ready, while Jack was firing up the grill. When we entered they all stopped and looked at Mary. She looked around self-consciously, as if trying to decide on whom to greet firts, and obviously still a little uncertain of the situation. "Hi Mary!", Jack said, and came towards us, his arms spread wide. "I'm so glad you could come." He gave her a big hug. She hugged him back. "It has surely been a while since I last saw you", Jack grinned. "I've been busy at the station, and I hear that you have been working very hard at school." The last comment was a joke. He winked at me and Harry, but it passed over Mary's head. "Yes, school was hell. But fortunately it's over now." Jack still held Mary tight, but he pulled back a bit so he could look into her eyes. "You really have grown up nicely. You were always a pretty girl. Now you have become a beautiful young woman." He put his hands on her ass, feeling her buttocks under the short jeans. Mary looked confused, but chose to ignore his discourteous behaviour. "Thank you Jack", she said and forced a smile. "Nice day for a picnic", she said, obviously uncomfortable with being the subject of conversation. Not to mention where Jack had put his hands. "Yes it is, isn't it?", Jack said and grinned. He let his hands slide up her ass, up her back and up under the rim of her top. His hands moved to the front, and he pushed up her breasts as he touched them. "Such wonderful breasts, Mary. God, you have turned out perfectly, haven't you?" She tried to pull away from Jack, but he quickly grabbed her again. "What are you doing?", she yelled, no longer able to maintain her feigned indifference. "Don't be shy Mary. You are a very pretty young woman. It would be a waste not to have a little fun with you, before we get you ready", he said and laughed. All the officers had gathered around us. They laughed as well. "Yes, a crying shame", said officer Pete, "almost a crime". "We wouldn't want to waste an opportunity like this", Harry grinned. "Get me ready for what?", Mary said, her voice trembling with fear. Surely she was beginning to see through our little act back at the house. "The feast!", Jack said and smiled. "You are our guest of honour. Along with Judge McKensy, of cause. But let's have a little fun before we start cooking." Then he grabbed her left leg. I grabbed her right arm and Harry grabbed her left arm. Pete grabbed her right leg, and togeather we lifted her up. "Nooo, what are you doing!", she screamed and kicked madly. "Put me down!" We carried her over to one of the tables, and put her down, still holding her arms and legs. "This is a picnic, and we are here to have fun, Mary. If you just do as we say, it'll be a lot more joyable for all of us", Jack laughed. Captain Frank unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off. She writhed on the table, trying to get her legs free. "Stop it!", she screamed, as Frank pulled off her panties. She looked good. The skin around her pussy was pale, her g-string tan perfect. Her pubic hair was blond and sparse. "Stop it, or I'll tell my dad!", she screamed. "Oh you will, will you?", Jack laughed. "I got a some news for you, sweetheart. You are not going to L.A. You are going to die here, today. And it was your fathers idea." "No, no, that's not true!", she screamed, tears now flowing from her pretty eyes. Frank took a pair of scissors and cut away her pubic hair. The lips of her pussy were full. I could feel myself getting hard. I'm sure all of my collegues did as well. "You'll get a chance to talk to your father later, Mary. Don't be scared. You still have a few hour untill we get around to killing you." Frank cut her top between her breasts and pulled it off. Her perfect brown mounds wobbled as she writhed on the table. Her nipples were hard and beautiful. "You are a pretty girl Mary. You have no reason to be shy", Harry grinned. Frank took the oil he had used to mix the barbecue sauce, and put some on his hand. Then he pressed it against Mary's pussy. "God, no. Don't do this...please", Mary begged as Frank rubbed the oil into her pussy. "Please, McKensy, help me. Make them stop!" Judge McKensy laughed. "No Mary. I'll let these good men have their fun." "You are going to serve the officers of the law, Mary. This should be an honour for you", Jack said and motioned for us to lift Mary off the table. We carried her over to a rug that had been laid out on the forest floor, and let her go. She quickly scrambled onto all fours. We stood in a small cricle around her. Me, Jack, Frank, Pete, Harry and McKensy. She looked up at us like a scared trapped animal, searching for a way out. When she found none, she began to cry again. "Don't hurt me, please!", she screamed. We looked at eachother, smiling, appreciating the look of fear on her face. I could see that all my fellow officers were getting hard. It was time to have a little fun. I knelt down and looked Mary in the eyes. "I'm sorry that this has to happen to a sweet young girl like you, Mary. We all like you. But it's pretty hard for us to go around and act like angels all the time. Sometimes we have to let go, and take some time off, you see?" She just sobbed and looked at me, her eyes big and wet and pleading. Behind her, Frank unzipped his pants and knelt down. Mary cried out as he grabbed her ass, and pressed his erection inside her. The oil made it easy, and he pressed it all the way in. I unzipped my own pants, and pulled out my dick. I was hard, ready to fuck Mary hard and long. Damn she was a pretty little girl. Normally we wouldn't even think about hurting a sweet little thing like that. But this was this annual picnic. We were here to hav fun. I grabbed her hair and forced her head back. "Open up wide, sugar", I grinned, and pressed my dick into her mouth. The muscles in her throat fought agains my dick, as I pressed it down as far as it would go. The look in her eyes truned into utter panic, when she realised that she couldn't breathe. God, she looked beautiful. To see a young beautiful woman like this was just great. It had only happened to me once before. It was about five years ago, when I had just joined the force. We had made a big bust at one of the storehouses by the harbour. We had walked in on a gang of drug trafficers. There had been a big shootout. Jack didn't want any of them to survive. I had to agree with him. Prison would be to kind for these assholes. The only problem was the three whores who had hung out with the drug trafficers. When the shooting began, they had run into a backroom, where they hid like scared chickens. When the shootout was over, and all the criminals were dead, they were still in the back room, and very much alive. I was just about to arrest them, when Jack explained to me how things were done down here. They were not ment to live. It would just mean extra work, for us and for the Judge. And why would we waste the taxpayers money on prison cells and food for those bitches? It made sense. It really did. And Jack was an inventive guy. There was no need to hurry, we had all day. So we had forced the bitches to have sex with eachother, before hanging them. We strung up the ugliest of the bitches first, so the other two could see her kick away, before it was their turn. That was when I saw the fear in their eyes. As we put the noose around the last whores neck....that was almost too much for me. It had made me so damn horny, I felt like fucking her before she went. But as Jack said, who wanted to fuck a dirty whore? Mary was another thing compleatly. She was a young innocent woman. And much more beautiful then that whore had been. "Don't kill her yet", Harry laughed. "I want a chance to fuck her pretty young ass while she's still kicking." I pulled out a little bit, allowing her air. There would be plenty of time to enjoy her fear later. Now I just enjoyed the wetness of her tounge agains my dick. "That's it, Mary. Suck me baby", I moaned. When we had all finished fucking her, she was exhausted. She had collapsed on the rug, hiding her face in her hands, sobbing quietly. She hardly resisted when Frank began scrubbing the cum off her body. "Now we'll just get you all cleaned up and ready for the barbeque", he grinned. "You have been doing arobics, right?" She nodded silently. "You do have a very beautiful body. Firm and full. Perfect." "Get her over here", Jack called from the parkinglot. "Her father is on the radio. He wants a few words with her, before we start." Frank finished his work, and pulled her to her feet. She could hardly stand up, but he helped her to the car. "Hi daddy", she said in a weak voice. "Hi Mary", I could hear Quaid say through the radio, "Were they rough on you?" "Oh daddy, please tell them to let me go!", she cried. "Don't let them kill me!" "Mary, poor sweet girl", he said, "I'm afraid I can't do that. We all have to contribute to the picnic, even though we can't be there. Besides you'd never be happy in this town, would you?" "Daddy, how can you say that!", she screamed hysterically. "I love you daddy. Please tell them to let me go. I'll be a good girl. Please, daddy?!?" "I'm sorry Mary, but no. I'm sorry I can't be there to watch you die, love." "Noooo!", she whined, "I'm your daughter, you can't just let me die!" "I don't want to argue with you, love. But you'll have to die today, whether you like it or not. Bye sweetheart." Then the radio was silent. Mary stared at it in disbelief. "He can't do this to me! You can't do this to me!", she screamed. Jack laughed. "I'm the chief of police. And that's Judge McKensy down there. I think you might as well realise the facts, Mary. Nobody is going to stop us. You are almost 18, so quit whining, and be a big girl." Then he pulled her from the car. I grabbed her left arm, and togeather we pulled her back to the others. She was kicking and screaming, but she had no chance agaist two strong men. We put her down in one of the chairs and tied her wrists and ankels firmly to it. "Don't hurt me!", she cried. "You have already raped me. Can't you just leave me alone?" "This is not about hurting you or not", I said and smiled at her. This was going to be fun. "Do you see any meat around here?" She looked at me questiongly for a while, before it dawned on her. "You are going to eat me?", she whined, "You sick bastards!" "Get her ready", Harry called from the grill. "The coals are just right." "OK, just give us a few seconds", I said and took a small piece of rope. "This is going to hurt a bit Mary. No, who am I kidding. This is going to hurt like hell. So if you want to pray, I suggest you do it now, while your mind is still clear" She looked at me, then at Jack. Tears ran down her pretty face. She was so beautiful, I could hardly believe that we were going to kill her. But of cause, her beauty was part of the attraction. That was really why we had chosen her. "Jack, please", she begged, "You have know me since I was a baby. You played with me when I was just a little girl." Jack didn't listen. Instead he helped me tie the rope hard around her left leg. She whimpered when we pulled it as tighly as we could. "Don't do this to me Jack!", she continued, "It hurts so much!" "Yes Mary, it hurts. But don't be scared. It's not going to kill you", I laughed. The look on her face was devine. Just like that bitch we killed. I was getting hard again, but this was no time to think about sex. We had to get dinner ready. "What are you doing?", she sobbed. The rope was shutting off the blood to her leg. I waited untill the area around the rope had turned purple, and the tanned skin of her leg had taken on a greenish hue. "Stop it! Please untie me. It hurts so much!", she screamed. "We can't untie the rope Mary. We don't want you to die too quickly. You wouldn't want to bleed to death, would you?" I took the saw from Jack's bag, and pressed it agains the inside of her thigh, a few inches under the rope. She looked down at it, her eyes full with panic. I could see her muscles move under her skin, as she struggled to free her leg. "The more you move, the more this is going to hurt", I said, and moved the saw forward, letting it's teeth tear through her skin. "Nooooooooooo!", she screamed and thrashed violently. I pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled, feeling the saw digging deeper and deeper into her beautiful thigh. "Stoooop! Please god, stop!", she screamed. Then her pleas deterioated into a series of high pitched shriks. Blood spattered from the wound onto her flat belley, and ran down over her pussy and her legs, gathering in small pools on the ground and on the chair between her buttocks. I had to work a bit harden when I reached her thigh bone, but soon I was all the way through. Mary had collapsed in the chair and was sobbing hysterically. I took a look at the wound. It had almost stopped bleeding already, so the rope had been tight enough. I knew that if I untied the knot, she'd bleed to death in a few seconds. But we didn't want to allow her that. I held the leg up in front of her face. "What a fine leg", I grinned, "it's going to make some very fine steaks". She looked at me with her big wet eyes. The I carried the leg over to the table, where Frank began carving out her thigh muscles and her calf. Judge McKensy and Jack watched and smiled, delighted at the sight of the fine meat. Then they cut the big muscles into thick steaks and let them rest for a few minutes. Just to allow the blood to seap out. Then they dressed them in the barbecue sauce, and handed them to Harry. "This is prime meat", he said and smiled at Mary. "You have every reason to be proud, girl." Then we all laughed. "Let's go throw some ball while Harry takes care of the grill", Judge McKensy said, and grabbed the football in his bag. Then we ran down to the beach, while tossing the ball between us. Behind us we could hear Mary screaming. After 15 minutes, Harry came running down to the beach. "All done", he said and gestured towards the picnic tables. "If you gentlemen would get seated, dinner is served." He didn't have to tell us twice. While Judge McKensy got a crate of Budweiser from his car, Jack and I placed Mary's chair at the end of the table. "Cheer up Mary. You are our guest of honour!", Jack laughed, as Mary began crying again. "Harry, get her a nice piece of steak. You'd like that, wouldn't you Mary?" "Noooo, no!", she moaned. She swayed in the chair like she was going to pass out or throw up. "I can't believe you did that!", she screamed. "I can't believe you took of my leg! God, you are monsters!" Jack gave her a patient smile, and said, as to a child "Mary, sweet Mary. You are amongst your peers. Show us some good manners." "Why don't you just kill me! Why do you have to torture me like this? Please just let me die...." Her screams faded and were once again replaced by sobbing. "You are hardly 18 years old", Judge McKensy said, and put the crate down on the table "Surely you don't want to die yet." Then we all laughed, and got ourself seated. Harry served the meat and sat down at the other end of the table. He took the bud I had unbuttoned for him, and raised it. "A toast to our lovely guest of honour!", he said. We all raised our bud's and drank. When we were done, Harry raised his bottle again. "And a toast to Captain Quaid for giving his own flesh and blood to his collegues". At the mention of Quaid's name, Mary burst into tears and screamed hysterically. We raised our bottles and drank again. Then we bagan eating. "Are you sure you don't want a bite?", Jack asked and presented a plate to Mary. She slowly shook her head, but didn't look up. "Monster. You are such terrible monsters", she sobbed. "That is pretty brave talking for a girl who's not dead yet", Judge McKensy said and looked seriously at Mary. "You should be ashamed of yourself!", he said in a booming voice. "Your father is such a decent law-abiding man. You must have been a very naughty girl since he volunteered you for this!" Mary looked up. She silently looked around at the men around the table. Tears were still flowing down her face, and she breathed rapidly. "I don't know what I have done.", she whispered. "I don't know what I have done to you, or to my father. Please let me talk to him again. Please! I don't want to die...." "Your father is very busy down at the station", the judge explained. "He is doing his job. And he is doing it damn well if you ask me. I don't think he will be interested in listening to your whining. He already told us that we could kill you. In fact he specifically requested that you died slowly and painfully." "No!", she screamed. "No, that can't be true!" "You heard him on the radio, girl. Now, Samuel and Jack, take off her other leg, I can use one more steak." "Please don't cripple me!, she whined. "Don't be such a moaner, Mary. You'll die in a few hours, so it's not like you are going to have to live with it", I laughed and took the saw. Jack pulled back her chair, and helped me tie a rope around her upper right thigh. I put the saw agains her wonderful smooth skin and pressed it just hard enough to draw blood. She whimpered. "Samuel...please...", she sobbed and looked at me pleadingly. "I'll do anything. Just don't take both my legs....and don't kill me!" Damn, that look on her face made me all horny again. And her voice. So thick with fear and pain. Just like those bitches who had pleaded for their lives, before we pulled the chair out from under them. I did feel sorry for her. It must be so terrible to know that you are going to die so soon, and be unable to do a thing about it. Absolutely terrible. And we were not exactly making it easy for Mary, making her stay alive and suffer as much as possible. But that was really what turned me on. The absolute evil of the situation. The six of us, all grown up men, just having fun and enjoying life as this innocent young woman suffered and died. I could see it in her eyes now. She knew that she would die. She knew it. "This is turning you on, isn't it?", she said, her voice a bit more steady. I nodded. No need to pretend to this woman. I always think about it when I see a pretty teenage girl. How nice it would be to let go of the Mr. Good-guy facade, and just take her any way I want. Take her pussy and her breasts and her life. To feel her pussy and her fear and her small body spasm as it dies. "You sick bastard", she cried, "I thought you were such a nice guy, Samuel. And you are just a sick motherfucker!" "Yes I am. And I'm going to kill you too", I laughed and began sawing off her last leg. When we were done stuffing ourselfs in Mary's sweet meat, Harry proposed a last toast to our pig of the evening. Mary had passed out. We had managed to take off her arms and legs without her loosing more then about half a gallon of blood. But I think that maybe the pain, or the shock had gotten the better of her. Still, she was still breathing. "Well, the sun is about to set, and I promised Lisa I'd be home before 10", Judge McKensy said, and emptied his bottle. "So why don't we finish off here, and call it a day." "Yea, let's finish her off", Pete said and smiled. He looked at Mary. All through dinner his eyes had been crawling over her smooth skin, lingering at her tits. "I'd like to get her breasts and pussy home in a bag. For snaks." "That's OK with me", I said and got off my chair. "But I think we should have a little fun with them before we snuff her." I walked over to Mary and pulled her from the chair. She was not very heavy, with her legs and arms gone. I threw her onto the table on her back. Her eyelids flickered for a few seconds, then she opened her eyes. "Oh great, she is still with us!" I said and smiled. The other men looked at me in suprise. This was going to be fun. "That's great", Jack grinned. "Then we can show our little pig the last honours. See her off properly, so to speak." "I'm full. I'll just watch this", McKensy said, and unbottoned another bud. "I second that", Harry laughed. Frank simply nodded. Pete came over to Mary, and stood by her head. He bend down and kissed her lips. Then he looked into her eyes. "Hi Mary", he whispered, almost softly. "I want you to know that this has been the most wonderful evening of my life. Thanks to you. I'm going to kill you, togeather with Jack and Samuel. It's not beacuse we hate you, Mary. But there really is not much sense in letting you go on living, is there?" Jack laughed as he heard Pete's little speech. "Do you have the hots for her, Pete", he grinned, and hit the young lieutenant on his shoulder. "Talk about dying love. Ha!" "Well, Pete is right, isn't he", I said, "We don't kill her becase we hate her. The fact that she has to die has nothing to do with her at all. I mean, it could have been any other sweet young woman, couldn't it?" Jack looked at me and thought about it for a while. Then he nodded. "I suppose it could, yes." Then he looked down a Mary, "You are just a pretty girl, Mary. And killing you is fun. Don't take it personally". Then we all burst into laughter. Mary looked up at us. Then she began crying silently. "Please kill me", she whispered. "Please kill me fast" "I know it's not very polite to ignore a girls last request", I grinned, "but I don't think that's likely." Then I poured a bottle of beer over the shaking girl, partly washing off the blood that covered most of her body. Pete grabbed her breats, and squeesed them tightly. Mary whimpered. He let them slide from his hands, gliding agains his skin in their mixture of beer and blood. I unzipped my pants and shoved my now hard dick up her pussy. The stumps of her arms and legs moved as I began pumping inside her, but she was of cause totally helpless. A little blood dripped from her wounds. That was all she achieved. Jack went over to Pete. "You seem to like her tits very much. Why don't you have a little fun with them, while I fuck her head", he said and unzipped. Pete unbottned his jeans and climbed onto the table. He straddled her, and eased hiw dick down on her chest. Then he grabbed her breasts and pushed them togeather around his erection. Mary complained a bit in a weak voice. Then Jack shut her up with his cock. The three of us fucked her dying body, as the other three gentlemen finished off the rest of the beer, and made lewd remarks about our work. When Pete had shut his cum over Mary's firm breats, and Jack had shut his load in her face, I wasn't still quite done. When I thought about the facs of the whores while they strangled in the noose, I beame as hard as ever. Mary was still alive. She blinked Jack's cum from her eyes, and looked up at me. She looked broken. She had given up. "You still have a little pain left to suffer", I grinned at her. "Jack, strangle her while I finish up". Jack took one of the small pieces fo rope, and wrapped it around Mary's neck. She looked up at Jack, tears running down her face. "I'm only 17. I never hurt anyone. How can you do this to me?", she whispered. "Don't worry your pretty little head Mary. The pain will be over soon." Then he pulled the rope tight. I could feel her react almost instantly. Her body writhed more energetically on the table. The muscles in her pussy pulled a bit tighter around my cock. The resigned look of desperation on her face became alive with the renewed pain. Her eyes and her mouth were wide open. I could see her tongue swell and the veins on her chest and neck painting deep blue lines under her tanned skin. A single vein throbbed at her temple. It felt so good, her body writhing, her pussy pressing agains me, so tight. I took the carving knife from the table, and plunged it into the soft skin of her belly, taking care not to stab near my dick. A violent spasm rippled through her body, almost like an orgasm. I pulled the knife out and thrust again. Again she spasmed. I could feel myself cumming inside her. I just kept on thrusting the knife, and thrusting my dick insiden her as I exploded again and again. Her blood spattered on my face. It was warm. If felt good. Her face was now almost purple. Her black tounge stuck out of her face, her chest and neck were criss crossed by swollen, blue veins. She spasmed a few more times as I plunged the knife into her chest. Then she was still. Hot urine splashed agains my balls. Urine mixed with blood. "This has been a fine evening", Judge McKensy said and threw his bag into the back of his car. "Yes, indeed is has", Jack replied. "Too bad Quiad couldn't be here to see Mary die. He would have enjoyed that." "Well, I saved him a piece of her daughters tender flesh", Harry grinned. "But I got the best parts", Pete said and flashed the bloody bag with Mary's tits and carved out pussy. "I think I want a little snack tonight, before I turn in. I can't wait to get home and eat her pussy!" We all laughed and got into our cars. It has been a few months now, since we had the picnic. We all agreed that killing Mary had been so much fun we decided to make it a tradition. Next year it's Judge McKensy's daughter Monica who will entertain us. And the year after that my own daughter Cindy will be on the carving table. Cindy is 16 now. She will have just turned 18, when her time comes. She works hard at school, she always has. I try to encourage her to get out more, to live a little. I never get angry when she get's home late, as I used to do. I never yell at her any more. She is more happy then she has ever been. Sometimes I sit at her bed, and gently pull her sheet back, so I can see her young body. Her virgin breasts. She's not quite as pretty as Mary, but she'll make me proud. I'm going to be there when she dies. I'm going to feel her and fuck her as I did Mary. I can hardly wait. I know it's going to be hard for Sara, my lovely wife, when Cindy "runs away". But she'll get over it. This is how I figure it. There is a beast inside of us all. Every day we see that beast run loose. That's why the world needs cops. And that's why I joined the corp. To contain the beast. But to do that we have to be pure. We need to suppress the beast inside ourself. Sometimes it just gets too much. We need release. So we get togeather and kill a woman. We are assholes for just one single day each year, so we can be saints the other 364. We don't pick on outsiders. We keep it in the family. One life a year to maintain civilization. When I see the smiling children playing in the streets, and young and old people walking in the dark without looking over their shoulders, I know it's not a high price to pay. /Lieutenent Samuel Harris Gregor, PDPD, Florida