I knew it when I saw it alright. I was snapping away, eating through the first roll of film like a hungry animal.
Chief fucking Martin. I remembered watching him frisk my mother when I was ten years old. In full view of my father he'd run his hands up her skirt from behind, slowly caressing the insides of her legs. The Chief's sidekick just stood there laughing quietly, his hand resting casually on his holstered revolver, staring my dad down and daring him to make a move.
We were heading back from a daytrip when that fat asshole had pulled my dad over at the side of the road, telling him his tail light was out. Yeah, they usually are after they've been given the once over with a day-stick. Then he spotted my mother in the car and insisted she step out onto the road.
He came up with some bullshit story and had her bent over the hot bonnet of our run down Buick before anyone knew what was going on. You could feel the shame radiating off my father as Martin first frisked my mom and then used his day-stick for the second time that afternoon. At the time I wasn't sure what happened, just saw her gasp and throw her head back as the Chief shoved his wooden baton up her skirt from behind.
"Look away son, cover your eyes," Dad had shouted.
Looking back I wasn't sure if he didn't sound just a little excited but I did as I was told, wondering what was making the car rock so much and why my mom and Chief Martin were making noises like that.
Later on I worked up the courage to peep but just saw the fat cop doing up the zipper on his uniform trousers whilst mom straightened her skirt and smiled a strange smile.
The Chief spent an awful lot of time at our house after that. Even back then I knew he wasn't there for the milk and cookies and my dad never said so much as a word. Shit my old man was probably burning his ass in hell right now watching mom getting roasted by some fucking horny demon.
God rest their souls.
But I was enjoying this. I'd been wanting to dig up some dirt on Chief Martin since the first time I laid eyes on the big fat son of a bitch and there he was in his badly fitting birthday suit, a lusty sneer cracking his jowls as he took in the naked, struggling girl tied to his bed.
She was crying and mouthing something like, "Let me go you fucking creep!"
Tears streaked her face and she squirmed away from the blubbery monster who was raping her with his eyes. Then I saw him laugh as he reached down a pudgy hand and squeezed her fleshy right tit hard.
Another player came onto the scene and I recognised Dr Benjamin Rhodes, he spent about as much time down at the station house as the Chief and was just as crooked.
There was something a little odd in seeing the doctor like that. Yeah just another naked sixty year old pervert with a big gut, but he was carrying his heavy black doctor's bag in his hand and it added that extra touch of strange to the proceedings.
The bed heaved and sagged as fat Chief Martin climbed between the screaming girl's legs. I clicked away and swore blue as I reached the end of the film. My shaking hands fumbled and I cursed under my breath as I swapped films, tossing the used one into the bushes behind me. I lifted the camera to my eye once more just as that fat walrus descended upon the girl, sinking his meaty cock into her unwilling pussy.
The good doctor stood by laughing, his attention torn between the rape scene and the rapidly filling syringe in his hands, his cock standing to attention and begging like a hungry animal.
The girl was getting it good now, my cock swelled as I watched her struggling under Martin. For a fat guy he was pretty active, his huge buttocks rising and falling as he slammed his cock into her, his heavy balls swinging and slapping against her ass. I could see her mouthing "No!" repeatedly, like a fish out of water, as the Chief ran his tongue up the side of her neck and up onto her face, licking across it like a slavering dog.
Meanwhile the doc was ready for phase two. He flicked the syringe a few times on the side, three for good luck I guess, and took a strong grip on the girls arm before plunging the needle into it and giving her a dose of God knows what.
When it was finally empty he cast it aside and took a good hold of his cock, time for another kind of injection I guessed. He watched and wanked as the Chief picked up his pace, slamming the girl's young body into the bed and knocking the breath out of her. I could see the poison was having its effect and within a few minutes she was quiet, a glazed look in her eyes, her mouth slack and her body unresisting.
I got a great snap of Martin looking up at the Doctor, they were both grinning like hungry wolves. As I carried on clicking the doc pulled a scalpel out of his bag and I went cold. I was all ready to burst in and stop the action there and then when I saw that the doc was just cutting her cords and I breathed a sigh of relief. These guys would get what was coming to them for doing what they did to the girl, sure, but I was damned if I was going to stand by and watch her get hurt or killed.
What a saint I was.
The second film joined the first in the bushes and by the time I'd resumed my shoot the girl had come back to life, but this time it was like her evil twin sister had turned up to the party.
Chief Martin was still pumping away between her thighs, but now her arms and legs were wrapped around his heaving corpulent body. She was fucking him back, going crazy for his old cock, her wet cunt rising off the bed to meet his thrusts and her tongue buried in the old man's mouth.
Her newfound slutty charms were like a red rag to a bull, Martin's pumping got frantic before becoming erratic and finally stopping. His fat ass twitched and wobbled as he strained his flabby body and filled her with spurt after spurt of hot pig spunk. I got some great shots as he slowly pulled out his cock, the strings of semen connecting the tip to her glistening pussy lips stretching and finally snapping as he moved his huge carcass off the bed.
No sooner was the Chief finished than the doc was in on the action. The girl didn't seem to mind, she welcomed the old man with open arms and legs, pulling him into her young body as she planted short wet kisses all over his sun-creased face.
I took a few more shots for good luck and turned to pick up the other rolls and leave, but it just wasn't to be. The muzzle of Chief Martin's police revolver was so close to my nose it made my eyes cross trying to look at it, so I looked at him instead. He gave me a nasty grin, the kind that hinted at my future and told me it didn't look so rosy.
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