Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2006 17:07:52 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Precinct 23 -pt14

Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-14
Terminator VS Tempest-1

 The sun was starting to come up as Peaches waited and waited nervously
for Jake to return. She paced back and forth across the street from the
Precinct until she saw officer's Blake and Justine's police cruiser tear
up the street and turn into the police station's parking lot. She knew
then that Jake was in trouble!
 Peering up into the lot, she saw the big guy (officer Cooper) carrying
out a large duffle bag over his shoulder. Justine opened the trunk of his
cruiser, and Cooper dumped the bag (obviously containing Jake's body)
inside. Then Justine slammed shut the trunk, and the officers all piled
into the cruiser, and left. Peaches watched them all laughing and smiling
as they drove pass her unnoticed.

"Oh shit! Damn! What to do!!" she wondered in a panic. Then she took off
across the street towards the Precinct. "HELP! HELP! My boyfriend's been
kidnapped!!" she screamed. Every officer (and criminal) in the house
turned in her direction.

"Calm down....ma'am...?miss...?sir...?" said officer Daniels, coming down
from around the information desk. She looked Peaches up and down
suspiciously as she approached with caution. "What happened?"

"Demetrius gave me this guy to watch for a friend of his and we got into
it big-time but then I found out that these men were chasing him and they
broke into my apartment and tried to kill us but we got away and caught
the bus into the suburbs where he said his old girlfriend would help us
but the bitch didn't and we had to run so we went to this motel to hide
out and I called my friend Mercedes to bring us some money so we can get
back into the city but the guys found him and now he's GONE!!!" yelled
Peaches, without taking a breath.

"What?" asked officer Daniels, in a fog. "What men? Who took him? What
kind of trouble is he in?"

"I need to talk to your Captain!" yelled Peaches, hysterically.

"The Captain isn't here right now, uh...miss." said Daniels, calmly
grabbing Peaches arm. "Why don't you come over to my desk, and we can
file out a complaint from there?"
 Peaches snatched her arm from the officer.

"I don't have time to file a complaint! My boyfriend's life is in danger,
bitch!"

"Now, now...watch your tone, mister!" warned Daniel, placing her hand on
her hip for her weapon.

"I want to speak to the Captain!" demanded Peaches, refusing to calm
down. "Bring me the mother fuckin Captain, or I'll turn this Precinct
upsidedown!!"
 Just then two officers just coming in snuck up behind Peaches, and
tackled her to the ground. Officer Daniels took her handcuffs off her hip
and rushed in to secure her as she struggled to get free, yelling and
scream profanities like a crazy person.

"What's going on here?" asked Captain McConnell, walking in just as
officer Daniels pulled her night stick and was about to beat it over
Peaches' head.

"Nothing sir! We have it all under control!" said Daniels, sheathing her
club as she cuffed Peaches hands behind her back. Once secured, the 3
officer wrestled her to her feet.

"I want to talk to the Captain! Where's the Captain?! You can't do this
to me! I pay your fuckin checks!" screamed Peaches as she was carted off.

"Hold it!" said McConnell, walking up to her. "What do you want to speak
to the Captain about?"

"My boyfriend...Jake Valentine, is in trouble!"


THE RENDEZVOUS
 Tempest Williams sat in the back seat of his colt jet black luxury
Lexus, getting his thick 9 and 1/2 inch curved anaconda dick sucked by
his newest male prostitute. His car followed two other cars on a convoy,
headed towards a rendezvous destination with the prostitute's father. A
cop. A Terminator. Officer Bruce Gardner.
 Christopher Gardner was unaware of where he was going, or what was about
to take place. He was aware of precious little, as he bobbed his head up
and down in his owner's lap, taking his big thick fat black dick into his
throat again and again.

 The cars pulled up at the rendezvous, the old bridge down by the water
front where undercover drug enforcement officer Carl Thomas' body was
found mangled after being fucked to death by a gorilla. Tempest waited
patiently for Terminator to arrive, to reclaim his son. Meanwhile Tempest
took the drugged boy by the back of the head, and choked him on the full
length of his cock. Christopher felt the curve of Tempest's dick bend
down into his throat as he gagged, then accepted it. Tempest ground his
cock around in the boy's open throat, satisfied with how quickly the
little whore learned to please. If he didn't already have plans for the
little shit, he would definitely have made him one of his prize bitches
back at his stable.
 Chris suppressed the gag reflex in the back of his throat, and allowed
his lips and nose to rest in Tempest's hairy pubes while Tempest ground
his hips up into his face. When he released his hold, Chris was able to
slide his lips back up the thick ebony shaft until he was suckling wetly
at the big juicy pre-cum dripping head. He wolfed down the tasty tidbit,
then was forced to swallow the entire cock again. Tempest held back a
groan as he felt his cock sink into the soft silky interior of the boy's
red velvet throat. Spittle seep from the corners of Chris' mouth as he
bobbed his head up and down, feeling the full length of the ebony shaft
pierce his gullet time and time again.

 Up ahead, a police car could be seen entering the rendezvous point.
Tempest knew it was Gardner. He tightened his grip on the man's son's
head, and started thrusting up into his open mouth. Christopher was in a
state of bliss as Tempest's cock bore through his open throat like a
machine. Tempest saw Gardner step out of his cruiser, holding a briefcase
in hand. Tempest knew it was time to get down to business, and shot his
cum load directly into Chris' mouth and throat.

"MMmm, mmmm..." moaned Christopher, gobbling up all the thick delicious
juice.

 Tempest's men got out of their cars, holding guns in their hands.
Tempest's car door opened, and out came Gardner's naked boy. Bruce felt
his heart tug as his son (high on drugs) stumbled across the vacant weed
grown lot (bare foot) to where he stood.

"Chris! Chris, are you alright?" he asked, his eyes in tears as he
watched his son get closer. He could see the red whelps and bruises on
his body, and knew his son had been through a terrible ordeal because of
him.
 Chris stood in front of his father, and stared up at him with glassy
eyes. He held out his hand for the briefcase he was to take back to his
master. Gardner tried to communicate with the boy, but all Christopher
did was spit a mouthful of Tempest's cum into his father's face. Gardner
reared back in shock as he handed the boy the bag. Christopher merely
turned, and wobbled back to the middle car and got in.

 Tempest took the bag from the boy, and opened it. Inside was over a
hundred thousand dollars, money that Gardner and his police friends were
stealing from the drug dealers. Also was the deed to Gardner's house, the
cash equivalent of his son's freedom. Tempest smiled, then closed the
case.

"Get out." he told Christopher, whom looked at him in total confusion. "I
said, GET OUT!" repeated Tempest. Christopher began to cry, reaching for
Tempest's cock which had shrunk back into his pants. Gardner grabbed the
boy by the forehead, then physically threw him out of the Lexus.
Christopher landed on his bare ass on the ground, excess semen still
slowly trickling from his overly abused anus.

"Whe....where am I supposed to go, Tempest?" he asked, crying real tears
of an addict.

"I don't give a fuck!" answered Tempest, slamming the door shut.

"Take yur punk ass back to yur daddy!" said Demetri, kicking Christopher
in the ass as he got to his feet.
 Crying hysterically, Christopher crossed back over to his father.
Gardner took his son into his arms, and gently led him into the back seat
of his cruiser. Once he had him secure, he whispered into his cell phone
-"NOW!"

 Out of nowhere a riffle was shot, piercing Demetri through the chest.
The 20 year old drug dealer fell backwards, blood gushing from his chest
like a red fountain as he hit the ground. Stunned, the other body guards
looked around for where the shot came from. Another dealer was struck in
the head, he was dead before he hit the ground.
 The rest of Tempest's men started shooting back. They couldn't see the
"gunmen", so they aimed at Gardner's cruiser. Bullets flew like missiles,
shattering windshields, and piercing metal. Gardner made his son duck
down behind the back seat while he pulled out an unauthorized machine
gun. Hiding behind his car door as a shield, he opened fire on Tempest's
men. The bullets came in rapid fire, bouncing off bullet proof glass,
metal, and piercing flesh.

"GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" screamed Tempest, ducking down incase a
stray bullet had his name on it.
 The driver threw the Lexus in reverse, then sped backwards, leaving
Tempest's men to fend for themselves. Another dealer was stuck dead, and
then another while Tempest made his getaway. Gardner stopped firing once
he saw all the men were down.

"Did we get 'em all?" asked Whitmen, coming out of the brush with a high
powered riffle.

"All but the main one!" grit Gardner. Chris peeped over the back seat at
his father as he walked back over to the drug dealers. 3 were dead, while
one lay dying. He looked down at the young hoodlum with no pity. "Where's
your boss's main hide-out!?" he asked, holding his personal revolver on
the suspect.

"Fu...fuk...yu...!" coughed Demetrius, choking on his own blood.

"No, fuck YOU, nigger!" said Gardner, pulling the trigger and blowing
Demertius' brains all over the gravel.


THE PRECINCT
Capt McConnell's office....

"Slow down...miss, take a deep breath..." said Captain McConnell, handing
Peaches a drink of water as he took his seat behind his desk and stared
at her with bewilderment. "Now, let's take it from the top. Who are you?"

"My name is Peaches! I'm a male prost...a, uh...female impersonator! I
know officer Jake! He's been kidnapped by some of your officers!"

"MY officers?" corrected McConnell, putting on his glasses. "What do you
mean?"

"I MEAN that they took him without his consent, and that they're probably
killing him right now as we speak!"

"That makes no sense! What officers are you talking about?" asked
McConnell.

"Terminator!"

"Who?"

"You know...officer Gardner, and his cop buddies!" clarified Peaches.

"You must be mistaken...uh, miss. Officer Gardner is a veteran cop with
over 20 years on the force! He's been decorated for bravery in the line
of..."

"I don't give a fuck if he was decorated in purple and lace! He a dirty
cop! Jake was going to tell on him and his friends, but they beat him to
the punch!" shouted Peaches.

"Are you sure about this?" asked McConnell, suddenly taking her seriously
after recalling Jake's request for a partner transfer a while ago.

"Positive! You need to find out where those bastards took my man! I just
saw them stuff him in the back of their police car before you got here!"

"Which officers?" asked McConnell, picking up the phone.

"uh...I think Jake said their names were...Timberlake and Drake!"

"You mean Justine and Blake!"

"Whatever!" rolled Peaches, annoyed.

"Dispatch!" yelled McConnell into the receiver. "Get me a computer fix on
Justine and Blake!"
 The dispatcher put Justine and Blake's car number into the computer, and
a map of the city popped up. A red dot indicated their location
precisely. McConnell received the information and grabbed his blazer off
the back of his chair.

"Where'r you going?" asked Peaches, watching him run from his office.


ELSEWHERE...
 Jake was taken from the back of the police cruiser, and roughly thrown
to the ground with a "THUMP". He groaned in pain as his head hit the
ground. Cooper wrestled him from the duffle bag, a tremendous smile crept
across his face as the object of his jack off dreams came into view. Jake
came out of the bag swinging. He landed an upper-cut to Cooper's jaw,
then kicked him painfully in the kneecap. Cooper wailed in pain as Jake
tried to get to his feet and make a dash for it, but Blake stopped him in
his tracks.

"Freeze Jake!" he yelled, pointing his revolver. Jake stopped and turned
around. "Why couldn't you just get with the program? None of this would
have had to happen!"

"What program? Prejudice? Scamming drug dealers? Kickbacks? That's not
what police work is for!" said Jake, realizing where he was (the secluded
area under the bridge where Gardner and his friends raped Joseph Williams
-Tempest's brother).

"You shouldn't have turned against us!" said Blake, angrily.

"So what you going to do? You going to shoot me?" asked Jake, staring
down the barrel of Blake's gun.

"Not before we FUCK you!" said Cooper, punching Jake in the back of the
head. He fell face down on the ground. Cooper was on top of him before he
could before the air could leave his lungs. "Faggot!" he yelled, ignoring
the pain in his knee as he yanked at Jake's trousers. Jake tried to
scramble away, clawing at the dirt and gravel while his pants were being
ripped off of him. "Ain't that a pretty ass?!" asked Cooper, licking his
lips as the two round ripe melons of human flesh came into view.
 His cock was already hard, from the instant he knocked Jake unconscious
back at the Precinct. He'd been waiting a long time to sink his cock into
Jake's all american buttered buns. He pulled his erection from his
uniform, and climbed onto Jake's back. Jake screamed as the cock tore
through his dry anus, and lodged itself deep in the heated confides of
his bowels.

"Come on, Al...forget this shit!" complained Justine, getting nervous by
the second.

"Yeah, Al...just shoot him and get it over with!" added Blake.

"Fuck that! This little shit's been walking around like his shit don't
stink! Now I got the chance to dig into his ass and show him just how
smelly it really is! And I ain't gonna lose out this time!" answered
Cooper, humping into Jake's super hunk ass with deep hard strokes.
 Jake could feel every thrust the mad man made up his bare backside.
Without the proper lube, Cooper's 7 inch cock hurt much worse than
Peaches thick 9 inch black bar. He pounded into the hunk officer wildly,
his steel hard cock breaking through the tight red ring like a fist as it
battered its way into the rectum non-stop.

"Fuck this shit!" said Justine, walking back to the cruiser.

"Where you going?" asked Blake, still holding his gun.

"I'm OUT of here! This shit's crazy! Cooper's out of his mind lust for
Jake, he's letting it cloud his better judgement!"

"We're ALL in this together!" reminded Blake. "You can't just walk out on
it!"

 Cooper was so excited to finally be up inside the handsome Jake, that he
started to cum prematurely. Jake felt the big guy's body start to heave
and jerk on top of him as he went into convulsions, Cooper's grunts
turned into animal like howls and hoots. Hot cum filled Jake's rectum
like a flood of water. He thought he heard sirens for a minute... then
lifted his head when he realized it wasn't imaginary.

"What the fuck is that?" asked Justine, jumping out of the cruiser.

"Sounds like sirens!" said Blake, looking towards the entrance.
 Suddenly a plain car followed by two police cars and a patty wagon came
into view, lights and sirens blazing.

"Yo..! YO Cooper! Get up! Hurry!" yelled Blake, running towards the back
of the car.
 Cooper was in the thrush of an intense orgasm. He was the only one that
didn't hear the blaze of sirens approaching. He finally heard them coming
when he finished his orgasm.

"What the fucks going on?" he asked, pulling out of Jake's ass and
standing up.

"Let's get the fuck out of here!" suggested Justine.

"What about Jake? We can't just let him..." Cooper looked down to see
Jake was gone. He turned around and saw him high tailing it (pantless) in
the opposite direction towards the entrance to the underground tunnels.
"The little motherfu... he's getting away!" shouted Cooper, running after
him.
 McConnell pulled his car into a skidding stop, then crutched down behind
his car door and aimed his gun at the two officers.

"Drop the gun! Hands in the air!" he yelled. The other vehicles followed
suit, stopping behind him and doing the same thing.

"We have a criminal suspect loose in the tunnels, Captain!" yelled Blake,
trying to salvage what's left of his career.

"I KNOW what you're up to Blake! Drop the gun, NOW!" ordered the Captain.

"What do we do now?" asked Justine, afraid to go to jail.
 Blake didn't answer, he saw the outcome, and it didn't include prison.
He aimed his gun up at the Captain, and opened fire. McConnell ducked
down behind the door as the first bullet cracked his windshield. He came
back up and fired his gun, hitting Blake in the shoulder. Blood
splattered like paint from a spray can. Justine threw his hands up
instantly as he watched his partner fall to his knees, -dropping his
weapon.
 McConnell and the other officers rushed over.

"Get down! Get Down!!" yelled McConnell, holding his gun forth. Justine
drop quickly, throwing his hands on his head. McConnell ran pass him,
going to the more dangerous Blake. He kicked the gun from in front of the
bleeding officer, then pushed him face down in the dirt. The other
officers removed Justine's gun, then handcuffed them and dragged them to
the patty wagon.
"Call for an ambulance!" ordered McConnell, running off towards the
tunnels at the foot of the bridge.

 The Bridge Street Tunnels were usually closed off to the public. They
were used as maintenance shafts for bridge workers during construction
back at the turn of the century. But modern day hoodlums and homeless
people had uncovered the chained fence and wooden doors that kept it
hidden for decades. Now Captain McConnell found himself braving the deep
dark tunnels, on his first armed adventure in years since becoming
Captain. His heart was beating a mile a minute with excitement as the
adrenaline rushed through his system. He could feel his body beginning to
sweat despite the coolness of the tunnels.
 He walked along silently, cautiously taking his time as not to be heard.
He was down there only 5 minutes before he came across the sounds of
someone shouting, then loud grunting which echoed through the tunnels in
stereo. McConnell approached carefully, his gun poised as he rounded the
corner to find officer Alan Cooper sexually assaulting rookie officer
Jake Valentine. Cooper had the younger officer on his back, his revolver
placed in his mouth while he lay between his legs, fucking him up the ass
for as far as McConnell could tell.

 Jake looked up into Cooper's face. He could tell that the officer was
mad, -truly mad as he pressed Jake's left leg up to his chest to get
deeper action. The revolver left like cold iron in his mouth, his lips
wrapped around the barrel as if it were a steel cock, ready to shoot at
any moment.
 Cooper loved the fear in Jake's eyes, it only made him fuck the officer
harder as he struggled to keep his finger on the trigger without
accidentally pulling it (at least not until he was done fucking). He
groaned and grunted each time his cock bore into the younger cop's ass,
loving the way Jake's hole molded to the contours of his cock. He KNEW
Jake would be a good fuck, he knew it from the first time he saw the
handsome well built cop enter the locker room. He knew it every time he
watched Jake lather up in the showers, his perfectly shaped ass drove him
crazy with lust and left him with a bonafied hardon every time. Now he
was balls deep in the officer's tight juicy ass, and it was only a matter
of minutes before he'd be shooting into Jake's hole again, -his finger
trembled on the trigger as his body began to shake with another early
orgasm.

"Oh yeeh! Oh fuck! I got you now, bitch! Yeeh! Got this hole good! What
you got to say now? Huh? Can't hear you, bitch! Can't talk with your
mouth full, eh? Keep sucking on the steel cock, punk! It's about to shoot
as soon as I do!" tormented Cooper. A half dozen more pumps, and his
orgasm was on him. Jake's eyes widened the instant he felt Cooper's cock
thicken. He felt it pulse, then felt it pump thick hot cum into his
bowels.

"AAARRRHHHHH YYYEEEEHHHHH!!" yelled Cooper. Jake closed his eyes, knowing
another explosion was about to occur, one he surely would not be around
to see. Then suddenly... Cooper fell forward, -unconscious.
 Jake opened his eyes in surprise as the dead weight of Cooper's body
fell upon him like a cement sack. He looked up to see Captain McConnell
standing over them, his gun turned backwards to reveal the shiny handle
with the stain of fresh blood on it.

"Are you alright, son?" asked McConnell, leaning in over the unconscious
officer.
 Too embarrassed to speak, Jake could only nod his head in agreement.
McConnell helped roll Cooper off him and onto his back. Cooper's limp
cock popped out of Jake's hole. For a split second McConnell had a clear
view of Jake's fat dripping hole before he helped the dazed officer to
his feet.

"How...how'd you find me?" he asked curiously, trying to cover himself
up.

"A hysterical woman bombarded the Precinct, screaming that her boyfriend
had been kidnapped." explained McConnell. "She was very convincing. Do
you know someone named....Peaches?"
 Jake felt his heart freeze.