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Getting Back at Kathy
by Maussie (address withheld)

***

A young police officer comes home after a long day only 
to be raped in her own apartment by a stranger. But is 
he really a stranger? (MF, nc, rp, bd, rom)

***

Kathy pushed the key in the lock and opened the door. 
'Finally home', she thought. She was tired. It had been 
a long day, she had been up since six in the morning and 
been out on patrol all day. After work she had to battle 
her way through a crowded supermarket, where she 
accidentally bumped her shopping cart into a guy in 
front of her. 

She had apologized for it but he had still given her a 
hateful look for it. Ah well, it couldn't bother her, 
she was finally done for today. All there was left for 
her to do was cook herself some nice dinner, take a 
shower and then off to bed.

The hallway of her apartment block was dark and quiet. 
The twenty-two year old Kathy lived in a poorer 
neighborhood. She'd been on the force for only eighteen 
months, didn't make much money yet and had a huge 
college debt – one of the main reasons she decided to 
become a police officer – so an apartment in these old, 
crappy looking blocks was all she could afford right 
now. Her apartment was small, just a living room with an 
open kitchen, a bathroom and one bedroom. But she was 
happy, she didn't need more space right now.

Kathy had no boyfriend at the moment. Not because she 
was ugly, far from it, she was about five feet and five 
inches tall, slender, somewhat athlethic build, with 
long dark blond hair that fell straight down and brown 
eyes. 

No, it wasn't because of her looks that she didn't have 
a boyfriend. In fact, she'd like a guy in her life, but 
most guys she met were either turned off by her being a 
cop, or had some weird fantasy about doing a cop. And 
she wanted nothing to do with the latter. Weird 
perverts, she considered them to be. Heck, she might 
just have to arrest them some day.

Kathy considered herself to be a nice and friendly 
person, which she tried to reflect on the way she did 
her job. She'd always try to treat suspects with the 
same respect as she'd like to be treated with, and not 
be overly aggressive like some of her male colleagues. 
Because of this suspects usually remained calm and 
accepted whatever she had to do without badmouthing her. 
Sure, there had been one nasty incident, a year ago, 
where a group of bystanders had ganged up on her after 
she made a huge mistake, but that was all behind her now 
and besides, she was cleared of all blame. So yeah, she 
enjoyed her job.

As she stepped across the threshold, turning on the 
light and pushing the door open with her left hand, 
while holding a bag of groceries in her right, she 
suddenly felt a hard push against her back. It caused 
her to loose her balance and she fell forward. 
"Ooompfff...", she moaned, as she hit the floor, face 
down. For a second or so she lay there, a bit dizzy from 
the fall and utterly startled about what just happened. 
Then she turned around to have a look at who'd just 
pushed her and tell him what she thought of that. But as 
Kathy looked up, she stared right into the barrel of her 
own handgun.

"Oh god no..." she whispered, her eyes wide and fixed on 
the gun, she could see that there was a bullet in the 
chamber and that the safety was off.

"Please... No... Don't... Don't kill me... Please..."

"Shut up!" said a voice from behind the gun. Kathy could 
not see well who it was due to the lack of light in the 
hallway.

"Get inside, now!" Her attacker commanded. Kathy, still 
in her uniform, with full equipment still on her – she 
usually took her stuff home, was just easier than 
putting it on at the police station – crawled backwards 
further into her living room. There was a sofa, a dining 
table with four seats, a small coffee table and a wall 
unit with some books and her TV and stereo in it. And 
that pretty much filled the room.

"Please... Who are you? What do you want from me?" She 
sobbed, as she saw the man close the front door behind 
him. He stood in the light of her living room now and 
she could clearly see his face. It was the man from the 
supermarket, the one she'd accidentally bumped her 
shopping cart against. Wow, did that piss him off that 
much that he had followed her home to take revenge? Must 
be some psycho or something. The thoughts ran through 
her mind as she considered various possibilities.

She could try to escape, but then she would have to go 
passed him, and he seemed about twice her size. Not a 
good option. She could scream, but she wasn't sure if 
anyone would respond, and by the time they got to her 
rescue, she'd be either already shot dead or he'd beaten 
the crap out of her. So not a good option either. There 
was her can of pepper spray, but by the time she could 
have taken that out of her vest, he would have shot her. 
Maybe she could sweet talk him out of doing whatever it 
was that he was planning to do.

"Look, if it is money you want, I have fifty bucks or so 
in my wallet and that's about it. But you can have it, 
if you leave me alone then. I have nothing else of 
value, really." Kathy spoke with a trembling voice, 
hoping that he would accept her offer.

"I don't care about your money. Get into the bedroom," 
the man responded.

Okay that was not good. He obviously wasn't going to rob 
her, and making her go in her bedroom didn't promise 
much good either.

"Please, just tell me what it is you want. Why are you 
doing this to me? Have I done something to you? Is it 
because I bumped into you at the supermarket? I said 
sorry," the young police officer said, sobbing.

"Quit talking. Move!" He said in reply to her plea.

"Will you at least let me get back on my feet? Please?" 
She really started to panic now, this was obviously one 
of those sick perverts she wanted nothing to do with. In 
response he stepped towards her, grabbed her by her 
vest, pulled her off the floor and hurled her into the 
bedroom. As she landed she hit the bedpost with her side 
and felt one of her ribs crack. "Ooowwww!" Kathy whined 
as she started to cry from the pain.

"I told you to get in here, bitch! You will do as you 
are told." He snapped at her.

"Please don't hurt me!" She whined, while grabbing her 
painful ribs, "I'll do whatever you want."

Kathy looked at him with pleading eyes, tears running 
down her cheeks, hoping that she could somehow win him 
over to show her mercy. She managed to notice that he 
wasn't too bad looking. Heck, if she'd seen him in a 
bar, she might just have gone to him for a little chat, 
and maybe more. She could tell he worked out. 

He was about six foot one or two tall, blond hair, blue 
eyes and robustly build, and he had a look in his eyes 
that told her that he hated her with all his heart. 
Although why she did not know. And yet, there was 
something familiar about him, she could not place him, 
but she was sure she had seen him before somewhere. 
Somewhere other than the supermarket that is. Then he 
said, while still pointing the gun at her: "Take your 
clothes off."

She felt her world falling apart. All hope for a good 
outcome faded away. He was going to rape her and given 
the fact that he didn't even try to hide his face, he 
would probably kill her when he was done.

"Please no..." Kathy whispered, as she shook her head.

"Do it," he responded. And so the young police officer 
started to undress, slowly, while tears ran down her 
face.

***

I looked at Kathy as she slowly undressed, and as she 
looked back at me she could see I was enjoying the 
little enforced striptease she was giving me. Her body 
was shivering all over from fear. I was satisfied. 
Finally I had a chance to get even with this little 
bitch. Payback for what she'd done to me. I came across 
her today in the supermarket and she didn't even 
recognize me, even though I knew immediately who she 
was. 

So I decided to follow her home and then maybe address 
her about what she'd done. But as she stood there in 
front of her apartment, something came over me. Time for 
talk had long since passed, I just had to have my 
revenge. So instead of addressing her I waited until she 
had opened the door, then I quickly ran up to her and 
took her gun while I pushed her inside the apartment.

"Everything," I said as I pointed at her panties. With a 
sob she complied, feeling so helpless and humiliated 
now. She tried to hide her breasts and crotch with her 
hands. I looked at her. She wasn't that bad looking. If 
circumstances were different, I might even have fallen 
for this girl with her brown eyes and long dark blond 
hair. 

She had a figure to kill for, a nice set of legs, 
reasonable sized breasts, not too big but firm and 
round, just like her butt, and from her pubic mound down 
to her vulva ran a narrow rectangular strip of dark 
blond pubic hair, nicely trimmed. "Damn, not bad at 
all," I said to myself, I was going to play with that.

"Get on the bed," I told her. 

Kathy glanced at her bed and thought 'Oh please not on 
there, I still have to sleep there.' But she said 
nothing, afraid to aggravate me even more. Reluctantly 
she went to sit on her bed, pulling her legs up against 
her body and wrapping her arms around them, trying to 
hide her nudity. She didn't realize that by sitting like 
that she gave me a perfect view of her fully exposed 
pussy.

While she got on the bed I bent down to her gun belt and 
took the handcuffs from it. I threw them besides her on 
the bed. 'Oh great,' she thought, 'that was all that was 
still missing from this nightmare.'

"Put those on you," I said, "handcuff yourself to the 
bed with your right arm. And put them on tight so you 
won't be able to pull your hand out."

She stared at me for a second, wondering if I was 
joking, and then she took the handcuffs and reluctantly 
she put them on the way I told her to, knowing full well 
that escape was now impossible. She was now fully at my 
mercy, with one arm stretched behind her back, fixed to 
the headboard with her own handcuffs. Not exactly a 
comfortable position, given her broken rib. She wondered 
what would be next as she watched me undress until I had 
only my briefs and a t-shirt on.

In her mind Kathy already imagined herself being utterly 
ravished by this man, but in a romantic kind of way like 
in a movie or novel, where in the end the assailant and 
his victim would fall in love with each other. And then 
suddenly and completely unintentionally she caught 
herself checking me out and thinking to herself that he 
wasn't that bad looking. Though not really her type, and 
a bit too old for her, he did indeed look like the kind 
of man she could have picked up in a bar for a small 
one-night adventure. 

A feeling of excitement entered her lower abdomen, she 
was getting hot. Did the idea of being raped turn her 
on? Was that even possible? No, she had to focus on what 
was going on here in her bedroom. This stranger who had 
invader her home and who was about to rape her at 
gunpoint. This was real and not some romantic fantasy 
with a good ending.

She didn't have to wait long for what was to come next. 
I grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her towards the 
far end of the bed, almost yanking her right arm out of 
its socket in the process, from of the sudden stress of 
being twisted around. She screamed from pain. I quickly 
put my hand on her mouth and snapped at her: "Keep it 
down, or do you want your neighbors to find you like 
this?"

As Kathy looked at me I could see the fear in her eyes. 
Fear, anger and pain. No of course she didn't want her 
neighbors to see her like this, she didn't want anyone 
to see her like this, least of all the man who was about 
to rape her. She whispered in anger: "Then quit hurting 
me like that! Rape me if that is what you want to do, 
but there is no need to be so rough..."

Kathy tried to pull her legs up again, but I prevented 
her from doing so by quickly taking place on her belly. 
My weight pressing down on her pretty much took the last 
bit of resistance from her.

'That's it...' she thought, the sexual abuse was about 
to begin.

"Give me a blowjob." I demanded from the scared girl who 
lay there underneath me, naked, injured and handcuffed 
to the bed, feeling completely helpless now.

"Wh... Wha... I... Please, no, I have never done that 
before..." She sobbed, "That's nasty, please don't make 
me do that... Please..."

"Well, there's a first time for everything." I said to 
her, with a bit of a smirk, "Now get to it."

He wanted her to give him a blowjob, she thought. Why 
couldn't he just rape her and be done with it? Why a 
blowjob? She'd never given done that before. Not that 
she was inexperienced with men – although it had been 
almost two years since the last time – but giving guys 
blowjobs was something those cheap street sluts would 
do. The kind she had to arrest every now and then. Kathy 
wasn't like that.

"Ain't you going to take it out of your briefs?" She 
asked, not really willing to get hold of my dick with 
her hand.

"No, I'm not gonna take it out for you, that's your 
job," I replied to her question.

"Gross..." She mumbled. And then, very reluctantly, she 
took my dick out of my briefs with her free left hand 
and started stroking it, making it even harder than it 
already was.

"And it had better be a good one," I told her. 
"Otherwise I'll make you do it again. I want to come in 
your mouth, and you will swallow it all. Don't you dear 
spill any of my semen."

Just the thought of that was enough to make her feel 
nauseous, but she gathered all the courage she could 
find and went along with it, fearing what I might do to 
her if she refused. Then I bent my head down to her, and 
whispered in her ear: "And if you dare to bite me, I 
will spill your brain all over the bed."

Kathy held my dick in her hand. It was pretty much hard, 
and she knew that she would have to take it in her mouth 
now. She didn't want to, in fact the idea was enough to 
upset her stomach, but she had no choice. She moved her 
head towards my dick, but couldn't get to it with her 
mouth. She looked at me, slightly frustrated.

"Move a little closer." She muttered. I did so, I almost 
sat on her breasts now, and she unwillingly took the 
head of my dick in her mouth and started to lick the 
pre-cum off with her tongue. It didn't taste as bad as 
she'd expected, but she still didn't like it. After a 
couple of minutes working the head like that, I put my 
hand behind her head and pushed it forward, causing my 
dick to slide further in her mouth, much to the dislike 
of Kathy. Given that she'd never done this before, I had 
to show her how it had to be done.

Kathy moaned as my dick filled her mouth. I then started 
to move her head back and forward until she got the 
message and started making the thrusting motion herself 
while keeping her free hand around the base of my dick. 
Feeling the head of my dick bump against the entrance of 
her throat made her gag. But she held on. As she was 
working on my dick I played with her breasts and started 
stroking her pussy. This sudden touching of her most 
private parts sent a shiver through her spine and into 
her abdomen. It aroused her and she got wet, much to her 
displease.

This went on for about ten minutes or so, until she 
noticed my body started to tense up. 'Oh god he's going 
to come.' Kathy thought. She really did not want to get 
my cum in her mouth, but she knew she had no choice. I 
placed my hands on the back of her head again to make 
sure she wouldn't pull away. Then I moaned and she felt 
a warm squirt of sperm hitting the back of her mouth.

"Yeah that's it. Suck it, bitch, suck it all in!" I 
yelled at her as I filled her mouth with my semen. Kathy 
did so and tried desperately not to swallow. She was 
hoping that I would get out of her mouth so she could 
spit it out, but it was not to be so. Eventually she had 
no choice, with her mouth filled with my dick and a 
slimy mixture of my semen and her saliva. She had 
trouble taking a breath so she had to swallow. She 
closed her eyes as she felt the warm milky substance 
flow down her throat and into her stomach. She felt 
disgusted.

As I got out of her mouth I could see Kathy had trouble 
holding my cum down and she looked like she was about to 
throw up. Feeling a bit sorry for her now for having her 
put through that I got off her and walked into the 
bathroom. I came back with a glass of water.

"Here, drink this. And try not to throw up." She took 
the glass and drank it all.

"Thank you," she said, as she gasped for air. "How on 
earth can those hookers do that...?"

She then looked at me and asked: "Was it any good?"

"Good enough for now," I replied. "But you need more 
practice. Not now, but maybe later."

"No thanks, this one time was more than enough," she 
said, sounding relieved and almost pleased that she'd 
done okay. And then an awkward silence followed, as we 
looked at each other.

"So now what?" Kathy asked with pleading eyes, hoping 
that this was it, "We're done?"

"I'm afraid not sweetie, you know better than that," I 
replied as I grabbed her by the hips to turn her on her 
belly. 'Oh god, he's going to fuck me now, doggy style! 
Sweetie??? He called me sweetie?' the thoughts ran 
through her panicked mind. What if he was going to do 
her ass next, that was another thing she'd never done 
before, and never wanted to do either.

With my hands I pushed her butt up and tugged her legs 
further underneath her. This opened up her vulva pretty 
well, as well as her ass crack. I took off my t-shirt 
and then took my hard dick and rubbed it along her labia 
and against her clitoris. At the same time I cupped her 
breasts and stroked and squeezed them. She moaned. She 
was getting more wet down at her crotch then she already 
was, the whole ordeal must have been more stimulating 
for her than she had hoped for.

"No, please! Please don't do this, I beg you! Have a 
heart, I don't want to be raped..." She cried, as she 
felt the head of my dick pushing against the entrance of 
her vagina. She then felt my fingers open up her opening 
a bit, giving my dick more easy access. She wanted to 
jump away, hide under the bed, anything. But she 
couldn't. With my right arm wrapped around her waist I 
held her close to me, and besides, she was still 
handcuffed to the headboard of the bed.

"At least use a condom... I'm not on birth control right 
now!" She begged. But no, the unprotected head of my 
dick was passed the entrance of Kathy's unprotected 
womanhood. "Noooooooooo..." She whined. 

Then, with one hard thrust, I pushed my hard dick all 
the way into the shaft of her vagina, until I hit the 
back of it. She kicked her legs back in my direction to 
get me off of her. To no avail.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" She cried as I filled her. 
I pushed in as far as I could, throwing my weight down 
on the poor girl's back. She was slammed forward into 
the bed covers because of it. To gain even better 
control over her I took her arms in a stranglehold, 
wrapping my arms underneath her armpits and around her 
shoulders, locking my fingers together behind her neck. 
This pretty much immobilized her. I was really mounting 
her now, like an animal, holding her down and thrusting 
hard into her, time after time again.

Kathy was moaning constantly. "Ahh... No... Ahh... 
Please... Oh god... Ahhh..." She was breathing deep, as 
was I, and she thought she could actually hear me growl 
like some wild animal as I took her. She had never been 
fucked with such intense ferocity. She felt herself 
getting soaking wet down at her crotch. She couldn't 
help it, she didn't want it to but it turned her on. 
Fear turned to pleasure and she got hot, real hot. And 
as the fucking went on, 'Ahh no' slowly turned into 'Ahh 
yes' and before long she started fucking me back, 
humping her butt against my crotch, driving my dick 
further into her pussy.

Kathy was about to come. Her back arched as far as 
possible with me on top of her, her muscles tensed, her 
handcuffed arm stretched to its limit, and then a load 
moan: "UUUHHHNNNHHH... Ooohhhh my god!" I felt the 
wetness of her cum slide along my dick in her vagina. 
That only stimulated me more. 

I started to thrust even harder, and moments later Kathy 
felt my semen shoot into her vagina, passed the opening 
of her cervix, into her womb. We stayed tensed as she 
felt me shooting more into her until I was completely 
empty. Then we both collapsed, completely exhausted. The 
fuck, the most intense one she'd ever had, lasted for 
about half an hour.

We laid there for a while, me still on top of her, still 
with my dick inside her, still holding her in a 
stranglehold, as we caught our breath. She turned her 
head and looked at me with a smile on her face as she 
whispered: "That was... amazing... Thank you... But can 
you get off me now, please?"

"No, not yet," I answered, surprised. She was thanking 
me for doing this to her?

"What? You still want more?" She asked, shocked, but in 
a somewhat happily pleasing kind of way. She wouldn't 
mind a bit more of this herself as well by now.

"You've enjoyed it," I said, disappointed.

"Not at first I didn't, honey, but you've aroused me. 
Sorry." Kathy answered me, a bit puzzled. She saw my 
obvious disappointment and felt ashamed that she had 
actually enjoyed being raped by me. But then, it had 
been so long for her since the last time she'd been with 
a man.

"You weren't supposed to enjoy it. This was supposed to 
be payback."

"Payback for what?" She asked, stunned by my answer, 
"What have I ever done to you, apart from bumping my 
shopping cart into you this afternoon in the 
supermarket? I mean, I already figured out that this is 
not just an ordinary attack, I can see it in your eyes, 
you hate me. But I don't understand why!"

"You really don't know?" I asked her in an annoyed way.

"No I don't!" She sounded slightly desperate for an 
answer now.

"Think harder," I said as I finally got off her back. I 
stepped off the bed and went to the bathroom to relief 
myself. As Kathy watched me go she noticed a strange 
looking scar on my right shoulder. Things started to 
make sense now, somehow. She just couldn't make the 
connection yet. As I got back from the bathroom I threw 
her a wet towel.

"Go clean yourself," I told her. "You're a mess."

She took a look at herself, I was right, she was a mess. 
She was sweaty and cum was leaking out of her, so she 
took the towel and started to clean herself. Meanwhile I 
made my way to the kitchen.

Kathy was alone in the bedroom. She saw the gun belt, 
and her gun. The latter was out of reach, but the first 
wasn't. And the first contained the keys to the 
handcuffs. She considered getting them to free herself. 
She could get hold of the gun before I got back from 
whatever it was that I was doing. Then she would be in 
control of the situation. 

No, she wouldn't. She was too curious now and wanted to 
know more, and figured that she would get more answers 
if I remained in control. So she just sat there on her 
bed, legs pulled up against her again, left arm wrapped 
around them, right arm pulled towards the headboard of 
the bed behind her.

She watched me as I walked back into the bedroom. It was 
weird, but now that I had fucked so intensely she was 
not afraid anymore that I was going to kill her. She 
noticed I'd made me a couple sandwiches and gotten a 
couple of beers. As I sat down next to her I gave her 
one of the beers.

"Thanks," said Kathy as she took a nip from the bottle, 
"did you get me one of those as well?" she asked as she 
nodded to the sandwich. I gave her one and then we ate 
some and we drank some. We looked at each other, she 
even smiled a bit. We said nothing as I could feel my 
anger and hate for this girl slowly fade away, as she 
could feel her fear fade away.

"What an evening this turned out to be. Weird..." I 
said.

"That's one way of putting it. Are you ever going to 
tell me why you're doing this?" She answered.

"You mean you still don't know?" I asked.

"No, and I really do want to know, just so I can make 
some sense out of this. But can I ask you something else 
first? Please."

"Go ahead," I said.

"That scar on your back, on your shoulder blade, is that 
from a bullet?"

"Yes it is, as if you didn't already know," I said 
angrily.

"What do you mean? How am I supposed to know that?" She 
asked, startled by my reaction.

"Well you ought to know," I replied. "It was you who put 
it there!"

Kathy's mouth fell wide open, her eyes got large and her 
pupils small, she was gasping for air. She flinched, 
curled up even more - away from me - swallowed and then 
whispered: "You...?"

"Yes, me," I said, "the guy you nearly killed a year 
ago, for no reason at all."

***

Fear levels were instantly skyrocketing again. This was 
the man Kathy accidentally shot a year ago, the man who 
nearly died because of her. She'd been on the job for 
only a couple of months and was chasing a bad guy on 
foot. He had already fired a couple of shots at her, 
before she lost track of him. Then she suddenly saw a 
man standing in a shadow that fit the description of the 
man she was chasing. She shouted to him to drop his 
weapon and lay down on the ground. 

He didn't, instead he turned around and she thought he 
was going to shoot at her again, so she pulled the 
trigger. The bullet hit him in the chest, went through 
his lung and exit out of his body through his shoulder 
blade. As it turned out he was a guest at the restaurant 
they were next to, having dinner with some friends and 
he'd gone out for some fresh air. 

She was devastated by the whole affair, suspended for a 
month during the internal investigation. She had 
suffered nightmares because of it. She almost quit he  r 
job because of it. But in the end it was ruled that it 
was a justifiable shooting and no further action was 
taken against her.

My friends had given her a real bad time during the 
incident, yelling at her calling her all kinds of bad 
names and worse. She'd been really upset by it. And 
later, as she wanted to visit me in the hospital it were 
my friends who had kept her away from me, telling her 
that she was not welcome. She wanted to write me a 
letter, explaining what had happened, telling me how 
sorry she was. But her lawyer had told her not to do so, 
because of possible lawsuits. 

A lawsuit from me did not follow, though I did receive 
some financial compensation from the city council, which 
was just enough to cover the medical bills. And after 
that, Kathy just tried to forget the whole ordeal. And 
now, a year later, I was here, in her bedroom, taking my 
revenge on her.

"Oh my god..." Kathy whispered, "Please let it not be 
so..."

"You know how long it took me to recover from you 
shooting me?" I snapped at her, "Six months! Six months 
of painful revalidation, I basically had to learn to 
walk again. My school year has been ruined, I have to do 
it all over again. And for what? Because of some idiot 
cop who doesn't know how to do her job straight. And not 
a single word from you afterwards, no explanation, no 
apology, nothing. You didn't even have the decency to 
come and visit me in the hospital!"

Kathy had tears in her eyes from this sudden outrage, 
she shuddered all over. All the emotions that had been 
held back for so long were suddenly let out.

"I wanted to come and visit you but your friends 
wouldn't let me near you!" She yelled at me.

"You think I wanted to shoot you or something?!" She 
continued, "It was an accident! I was chasing someone 
who had already shot at me and then I lost track of him. 
Then I saw you and you looked like the guy I was 
chasing. I thought you were going to shoot at me so I 
shot you first! Damn it! How do you think I felt when I 
found out I had made a mistake?"

"A mistake? A MISTAKE!?! You call it a mistake? You 
nearly killed me!!" I yelled back at her.

"Yes! And in return you've raped me this evening! How 
long have you been planning to do that, huh?" Kathy held 
her head in her one free hand as the tears flowed down 
her face, she cried: "I didn't mean to do what I did to 
you! Please why can't you see that? I am so, so sorry 
for what happened. If I could undo what happened I 
would, but I can't..."

I looked at Kathy who was now totally upset and crying 
out loud. Felling sorry for her I said nothing but moved 
closer to her on the bed until I sat next to her and 
then I put my arm around her and pushed her against my 
chest. She welcomed this sudden show of affection and 
crawled up closer to me, resting her head on my left 
shoulder and her left free hand on my chest while laying 
her legs down on the bed. She was still weeping though.

We sat there like that for a while, in silence, just 
holding on to each other, until I started speaking: "No, 
you cannot undo what you did to me, just like I cannot 
undo what I did to you this evening. But maybe if I can 
forgive you and you can forgive me then we can consider 
this as some kind of closure, so we can finally put it 
behind us?"

"I would like that," Kathy said in between two sobs. 
"But can you forgive me?"

"If you can forgive me, then I can forgive you," I 
replied.

Kathy had stopped crying. She looked at me and smiled a 
bit. Suddenly she gave me a kiss on my cheek.

"All is forgiven then," she said, knowing full well that 
the real process of forgiveness would take much longer.

"So now what?" I asked. "You want me to leave?"

"Let's just sit here for a while," she answered, 
actually feeling rather comfortable and even slightly 
romantic sitting here on her bed in my arms.

"When did you actually decide to rape me?" Kathy 
suddenly asked, sounding not accusing but real curious 
now.

"Not sure, it wasn't planned or anything. At first I 
just wanted to talk to you, about everything, but then 
as you came home, I started to become more and more 
angry that you didn't even recognize me in the 
supermarket, so I ran up to you and I guess that 
somewhere there I came to the decision."

"Sudden impulse then, not a conscious decision," she 
concluded.

"Does it matter?" I asked.

"It does to me. Means you didn't intend to hurt me," 
Kathy said. "I'm sorry I didn't recognize you in the 
supermarket earlier today, but I never got a close look 
of you back then when I shot you."

"Let's just not talk about it anymore alright?" I asked 
again.

"Alright," Kathy replied, and then she gave me another 
kiss on my cheek, followed by another one. Then she gave 
me a kiss on my mouth, which was answered by a kiss from 
me, and before long we sat there kissing each other 
passionately on her bed.

After a while Kathy noticed I was getting hard again, 
and so she took my dick in her free hand - the other one 
was still handcuffed to her bed - and started stroking 
it, slowly.

"Kathy I..." But she interrupted me.

"Ssstt... Say nothing, honey, just sit back and enjoy." 
She said. She really wanted to do this for me now. Then 
she maneuvered herself so that she could sit on my lap. 
I grabbed hold of her waist, now realizing what she was 
about to do. Then she lowered herself on my crotch, 
while guiding my dick with her free hand to the entrance 
of her vagina. That she didn't have any protection 
couldn't bother her anymore.

Kathy was still wet from our previous fuck, so my dick 
slid easily in as she lowered herself onto my stiff rod. 
She didn't stop taking it in until I hit her cervix, 
which caused her to moan softly. Then she placed her 
free hand on my right shoulder while her cuffed hand was 
suspended next to my left upper arm. 

She started making slow humping movements, going up 
until I was almost out of her, and then dropping down 
again. Meanwhile I held on to her waist, and we kissed, 
like lovers. After a while I felt her entire body tense 
as she worked herself to a climax, and it didn't take 
long before she came with a loud moan.

But Kathy didn't stop there. She knew she still had to 
bring me to my climax, so after a couple of minutes rest 
she resumed the humping motion again, in ever increasing 
speed. Until, after about ten minutes, she felt my dick 
inside her beginning to spasm, and before long, she felt 
my semen hitting against her cervix, making its way into 
her womb, and filling her already flooded vagina. And 
while I was coming in her, she came for a second time.

We sat there for a while, her keeping me deep inside 
her, catching our breath. Though this fuck had been much 
less ferocious as the first one, it had been at least as 
intense and much more passionate. We looked at each 
other and kissed some more. Until finally she fixed her 
eyes on mine and whispered: "Oh wow, that was wonderful. 
I love you..."

To which I replied: "damn it Kathy, you're a beast!"

She grinned a bit, laid her head on my chest and then we 
dozed off.

***

It was around four o'clock in the morning. Kathy woke up 
due to a sudden urge to pee. She jumped up from the bed 
to rush to the bathroom, only to be yanked right back 
onto it again.

"Uuhhh... What the hell?" She moaned confused, still 
sleepy. Then she remembered, she was still handcuffed to 
the headboard of the bed.

"Oh yeah... Handcuffs... You dumbass..." She leaned over 
the side of the bed and reached for the gun belt to get 
the key and then unlocked the cuffs. That's when she 
noticed that I was still there, in her bed, sound 
asleep. And she'd been sleeping right next to me, 
snuggling up against me. She smiled.

Not wanting to wake me she got up quietly and moved to 
the bathroom. As Kathy, still naked, sat on the toilet 
to relieve herself she started thinking about this 
night, this weird night. What was she supposed to do 
now? I had attacked and raped her at gunpoint, and I had 
hurt her bad, we had argued and then we made up for 
everything that had happened, which was followed by 
another round of fucking in which she had taken the 
initiative, all of which had ended with us falling 
asleep in each others arms.

She should have me arrested for raping her, but how 
could she after they'd made love to each other is such a 
passionate way afterwards? Could this not be the start 
of something nice between them? Did she even want to 
start something nice with him? He was cute enough, but 
hated her. No he didn't, not anymore. He might even love 
her now. And then there was the possibility that this 
evening could have left her pregnant. 

Damn it she couldn't think clear anyway, it was too late 
and she was too tired. Kathy decided to sleep on it and 
make up her mind in the morning. After she'd cleaned up 
the groceries that were still lying around on the floor 
of the living room, she crawled back into bed and 
snuggled up against me, where she fell asleep again.

***

I woke up from the smell of fresh toast with baked ham 
and eggs. I got up slowly, my body still aching from the 
night before. I took a look at the alarm clock next to 
the bed, almost eleven o'clock. I put on my T-shirt and 
jeans and wandered into the bathroom, where I washed my 
face and took a pee. After that, I went into living 
room, where I was given a very friendly welcome by 
Kathy, who had already showered and dressed and was now 
cooking breakfast.

"Good morning, sweetie," she said as she gave me a kiss 
on my mouth, "Want some breakfast?"

"Sure," I replied, surprised by her greeting, "You're 
jolly this morning. How long have you been up already?"

"For about an hour," she said with a smile, "and it's a 
beautiful morning, so why not be jolly?"

"How come you didn't wake me?" I asked.
"Because you looked so peaceful lying there in my bed, 
honey. I didn't want to disturb you," Kathy replied.

I sat down on the couch as Kathy placed the breakfast on 
small table in front of it. It looked and smelled good, 
as did Kathy. I watched her as she stood there. She was 
dressed in a pair of tight fitting blue jeans with a 
black T-shirt of some heavy metal band. Around her waist 
she had a black leather belt with a double row of metal 
eye holes along the entire length. On her feet she had a 
pair of black training shoes. A couple of big silver 
earrings in completed the picture. Her long blond hair 
fell down loose around her face and smelled nice from 
having just been shampooed. She had some make up on her 
face. Kathy noticed I was checking her out.

"Want some coffee with that?" She asked with a devious 
little smile.

"No thanks, do you have milk?" I asked in return.

"Sure. You don't like coffee then?"

"Never have it," I replied.

"Really? Well, that's odd, you sure seemed to enjoy your 
'coffee' last night!" She grinned.

"No work today?" I asked.

"Quickly changing the subject huh? Well, too bad, that's 
your loss. Had you said yes to coffee, you might just 
have gotten yourself a little morning breakfast fuck 
with your toast. Oh well, maybe tonight then, huh?" 
Kathy replied laughing, knowing that she got me, 
"Anyway, I called in sick. I woke up way too late and 
besides, I gotta see a doctor anyway, for my broken 
rib."

I shook my head in disbelief over the 'little breakfast 
fuck' comment, she obviously wasn't the innocent little 
girl that I took her for. I said to her: "Oh yeah, your 
rib. Sorry about that, didn't mean to hurt you like 
that."

"Is okay honey," she said. "Let's just blame it on rough 
sex."

Then she poured me a glass of milk and sat next to me on 
the couch as we ate our breakfast.

After a while I just had to ask her: "How did you manage 
to free yourself from those handcuffs?"

Kathy started to laugh loudly and said: "Why I'm a 
genuine Houdini!"

"Hah, hah, hah," I said in return.

"Oh come on, don't be so moody, Mark! Where's your sense 
of humor?" She replied, "The keys were in the gun belt, 
which lay right next to my pillow on the ground."

"Oh... So you could have freed yourself at any given 
moment?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah, basically."

"Then why didn't you?"

"Well," she started, "at first I was too afraid to do 
so, and later I was just too curious as to what the 
evening would bring next. I figured you would tell me 
more about your motive for raping me if you remained in 
control of the situation. So I didn't mind staying 
handcuffed for a bit longer, and also because it added 
to the hot sex we've had in the end."

I thought for a second, and then asked her: "Kathy, just 
out of curiosity, when exactly have I told you my name? 
Because I can't remember having done so."

"You haven't, I went through your wallet while you were 
sleeping. You know, just to write down some personal 
information like your address and phone number. Cop 
habit I guess." She replied. Nice, quick reminder of 
what it was that she did for a living. I had raped a 
cop.

Kathy got up from the couch and took the breakfast 
plates back to the kitchen. I watched her as she went, 
her jeans made her butt and legs come out real nice.

"So what happens now?" I asked her.

"How do you mean, Mark?" She replied, knowing full well 
what I meant.

"Well, are you going to have me arrested for rape or 
something?"

She turned around and looked at me, serious now: "Do you 
really think we'd be sitting here having breakfast 
together if I were planning on doing that? No, I am not 
having you arrested for rape, sweetie. You don't have to 
worry about that. How could I after we agreed to forgive 
each other? Not to mention after we've made love to each 
other the way we did!"

"Okay," I said.

"So no arrest, though I wouldn't mind putting you in 
handcuffs tonight!" Kathy chuckled.

"Excuse me?" I said.

Kathy had trouble holding back her laughter, as she 
replied: "Well, last night you had me in handcuffs, so 
tonight it's my turn!"

"Hmm..." I replied, hesitant, as this girl was obviously 
in touch with her dark side, "Too bad then that I won't 
be here tonight."

"Huh? Why not?" Kathy sounded truly disappointed, 
"Please don't tell me that this was just a meaningless 
one night thing for you? I was hoping we had something 
going here, the start of something nice, cuz I really 
think I'm falling in love with you here. So please don't 
leave me alone now!"

"I have to, I'm flying to Mali tonight - that's a 
country in West Africa - for a three-month fieldwork 
trip for school. I can't skip that, sorry. In fact, I 
gotta go soon and pack my things."

"Owww," Kathy still sounded disappointed, "Fieldwork for 
what? What is it that you study?"

"Paleontology," I replied.

"Say what?" Kathy had no idea what I was talking about.

"Digging up dinosaurs," I explained.

"Ah okay, I understand now. Digging up dinosaurs... And 
you have to do that in some godforsaken place like Mali? 
Nice... So three months and then you'll be back?"

"If everything goes as planned," I said.

"Would you like me to wait for you until you get back?" 
She asked as she got back from the kitchen, hoping I 
would say yes.

"I wouldn't mind that," I replied.

'Way too vague' she thought. And suddenly, without 
warning, she jumped on my lap. "Ooomph," I moaned, as 
she positioned herself almost on my crotch, facing me, 
her legs on either side of my hips. She felt me getting 
aroused straight through the fabric of our pants. She 
placed her hands on my shoulders.

"Mark, tell me honestly now, please. Do you think that 
you could love me? Could you fall in love with me?" 
Kathy asked. I remained silent for a while. Kathy could 
see I was looking for the right words. 'Oh no' she 
thought, he was going to turn her down. He didn't feel 
the same for her as she did for him. This entire 
adventure had been nothing but cheap sex for him, no 
more. Finally I spoke: "Kathy... I think I have already 
fallen in love with you."

Kathy said nothing, she just looked at me, and then, as 
she had her hands on my shoulders, she kissed me on my 
mouth. I kissed her back, holding her by her waist. Then 
we made love one more time on the couch before we both 
had to go and do our own things. We wouldn't see each 
other for at least three months, so saying goodbye 
wasn't easy.

The End?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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