Predator Part 2

By Boomer


Sitting at the bar gave me a great view of the dance floor, and I scanned it for potential victims. If one of these women happened to be an undercover policewoman, I'm not sure I could spot her. Would it be enough of a high just to simply know she was a policewoman, or would she have to be in uniform to satisfy me? I sat there for almost an hour before I spotted a cute little brunette talking into her watch. "That has to be a Policewoman. She's checking with her back-up." The adrenaline rose as I continued watching this attractive young woman, who was here hunting for me.

"Hey Bartender, I'll have a Martini and a Scotch on the rocks." A young man pushed his way to the bar, to order drinks for himself and the young lady he had just met. It was so crowded that no one noticed me slipping a pill into the Martini, just before the man picked it off the bar. I saw him hand the drink to a tall attractive blond lady, who immediately started sipping.

Since it wasn't necessary to keep track of the young couple, I turned my attention back to the cute detective, who was busy fending off the attentions of several men, who found her very attractive. "Hello, I took the liberty of buying you a beer." Smiling down at the petite brunette, I handed her the opened can.

"Well, thank you....?" She took it from me and immediately gulped some down.

"Just call me Paul." We stood for a moment simply looking at one another, until there was a disturbance near the bar.

"Excuse me Paul." The young woman handed the can back to me, as she sped towards the disturbance. She pulled a gun from her purse, pointing it at a young man holding an unconscious blond in his arms. "Jack, get in here, I need back-up." It took more than an hour before things quieted down. After the woman was taken to the hospital, and the young man carted away to the precinct, the female detective began questioning people. Luckily, her partner and back-up had accompanied the man to jail leaving the cute detective alone at the singles bar.

My heart raced and my hands tingled at the thought of attacking a female police detective. "This has to be the ultimate high." I thought, watching her wrap up things, and then I followed her out the door.

Upon reaching the undercover squad car, the cute little detective turned in my direction. "Paul, is there something you wanted?"

"I was hoping we had made a connection, and maybe I could see you again." She relaxed, so I could tell she was a little off guard. My hand eased from my pocket, and I raised it in front of her face, spraying a fine mist from the aerosol can.

"AAAAHHHHGGG!!" She waved her hands frantically, trying to dissipate the mist, but it was too late. "Can't see....what did you do?"

"It's not what I did, but what I'm going to do that counts." Removing a damp cloth from the plastic bag, I backed her against the car, pressing the cloth over her nose and mouth. "NNNMMPPHH." Her eyes bulged wide with panic, but I hadn't counted on her police training. Her knee caught me between my legs, and I Bent over in pain, dropping the cloth on the ground. "TAKE THAT PUNK." She shouted as I backed away.

"UUUGGHHHH" Even though the pain was severe, I had to stop her from using the radio, so I swung my fist wildly in the air, catching the cute detective on the side of her jaw. She spun around, falling onto the hood of the car. With some effort I picked up the cloth and pressed my body against hers, preventing the policewoman from moving. Then held the back of the brunette's head while forcing the cloth over her nose and mouth.

"MMMPPHHHH!" She shouted into the cloth, as her hands tried in vain to reach my arm, while those shapely little legs stomped wildly onto the asphalt, until one of the heels hit my instep.

"YEOOOWWW" My hand jerked away from her face, as I limped backwards. The detective turned around, shaking her head in an attempt at clearing the cobwebs. Then removing a pair of handcuffs from her purse, the cute little undercover cop staggered over to me. I was sure that I was going to be arrested, when the woman swooned and fell to her knees. Seizing the opportunity, I took the handcuffs from the dazed detective, grabbed her arms to pull them behind her, and then snapped the metal cuffs over her wrists.

"Noooo you can't do this." Shaking her head, the now helpless woman knew what was coming. “Oh no you don't...HELLLP!! UUNNGGHH!!”

I quickly threw a punch to the side of her head, knocking the young policewoman to the ground, and then took a small vial from my suit pocket, resoaked the cloth, pulled the detectives head back, and clamped it over her mouth. "Just breathe, you're mine now." Her eyes took on the look of resignation, before they became dull, and then slowly sank back in her head. "I've done it." Her body fell limp and lifeless onto the asphalt. Next, I carried the helpless figure to the van, laid her in the back, where I then secured her ankles with rope. "What a high." I looked at the helpless woman lying there in my van. "There's no need to take her to the cabin. When they discover she's missing, I won't be able to dump her in the woods" Undoing the handcuffs and then untying her ankles, I began taking off her clothes. It was hard for me to believe I had a Police Detective under my control. Her breasts were firm and round, but unremarkable. Although she was very shapely, and was rather muscular, she didn't appear different from an ordinary woman. Those legs were strong, beautifully conditioned, and well proportioned, but they didn't seem extraordinary, as I pulled the hose off her toes. So what made a policewoman different? After caressing the naked helpless authority figure, and relishing my domination over her, I dragged the limp body from the van to toss her into the woods. When I looked back at the unconscious, naked detective, lying helpless among the leaves it dawned on me. She was no different, but my perception of the danger was different. "Who would be next?"