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COP BITCH CRUNCH – (THE SHANNON TAPES)

It had been a pretty routine night, a few drunks, a woman that had attempted to run from a burger bar without paying – hardly a crime spree but Katie was quite glad of that. She had a half hour left of a twelve hour shift and she was looking forward to getting home to her flat and to a nice hot bath, a glass or two of wine and maybe watch a show on TV.
She had been on the force just under a year and she had seen a few things in that short time. Her friend, Al, was a veteran, a seasoned copper of nearly twenty years standing. He had shown her the ropes since transferring from Hendon Police College. She had been completely green behind the ears but now she felt like she was beginning to pick up a few things.
An attractive brunette of twenty four, she had got the whistles from the boys spilling out of the pubs and clubs, she just smiled and laughed it off, there was no point trying to pull up every bloke for a minor thing, besides it built up a rapport and helped to deflate dodgy situations if you were easy about people. She wasn’t that tall, just a shade under 5’10 but she had a good build on here and she liked to make some time to get in the gym.
A call came through on the radio – serious assault – assistance required.
Al cursed under his breath, it was twenty minutes to knocking off time but still when the call came in you had to go, a colleague could be in trouble and the feeling was that you would always wish a team would speed to your backup when you needed it.
Al brought the car to a halt, Katie noticed two figures run into an alleyway between a burger bar and an off licence. This area of Leicester was rough and she had to be careful but still she had the feeling that she had to make chase. She opened the car door and Al said that he was right behind her. He was for the first few paces and then, unknown to Katie, a bottle hit him right in the back of the head. It had been thrown by one of the people nearby, there was no love for the police around here. Al had made the call that they were in pursuit so Katie didn’t need to.
Her senses and blood were on fire. She ran down the alley and then stopped. It forked off to the left and right. She looked in each, the lighting was crap and she squinted to see, listening carefully for any sound. A bottle rattled to her left and she ran down to her left, in the excitement, she hadn’t looked behind her and she hadn’t updated control that she was now in pursuit. She ran down to the left, dodging past boxes and assorted crap.
She ran past a few more gates at the rear of some houses and it felt like she had run into a brick wall when in fact one of the two that she had been chasing had smashed a hard elbow into her face. She felt blood trickle down her nose and onto her lips. She struggled to focus, the tears in her eyes blinding her.
Where the fuck was Al? She thought desperately.
Another vicious blow put her on her arse this time and she cried out. She felt a hand reach down and her radio and kit was ripped off her and smashed against the wall.
Oh fuck, she thought, fuck fuck fuck no! She knew that she was alone, where the fuck was Al, why was he not here? The big bastard, he could deal with this.
Katie tried to focus in the gloom of the alley, it must be around ten o’clock now on this Friday night. Here she was in the shit.
A rough pair of hands grabbed her around her yellow luminescent coat, she felt herself being pulled up and she received a brutal headbutt in her mouth. Bits of tooth and gore from her lips spilled onto the yellow and silver jacket and she cried and nearly passed out. She felt wet in her pants and knew that she had wet herself.
`Get her in, Jen, come on, drag this cunt in the back and we can really sort this.’ A young woman’s voice, speaking to another woman. Jen must have been the one to do the damage. This bitch hit like a bloke, was Katie’s solitary thought. This was closely followed by the terrifying idea that she was fucked and this was her night to go.
She felt herself being dragged back up, her head lolled to the side.
`Hahaaa, look at her, babes, she is nearly out already. These cunts are meant to be trained for this shit. We got a right lame slag here, she ain’t gonna be much of a fight.’ The voice was full of mockery, poison and condemnation.
Katie was spun around and her jacket was ripped from her. The other woman grabbed her by the hair and she sensed that she was being dragged through a backyard. A few more metres and she heard a door being opened. It creaked and then she was dragged down some steps, seven of them, all of them concrete and banging on her legs.
She arrived at what she thought was the bottom and she was flung to the floor. Hard, rough hands ripped her utility belt from her so she could have no chance of using the cuffs, the spray or her baton. She was on her own and unarmed against two vicious assailants. Two omen. Girls were not meant to be like this, they were meant to scratch and roll around on the floor. These two, whoever they were acted and fought like guys and that scared the living shit out of her.
She looked around, she couldn’t see the woman that had dragged her down the stairs, it was pitch black, the air stank of old coal and soot. She figured that she had been taken down some coal bunker. Some of the older houses still had open fires.
The door above opened and shut quickly. Heavy footfalls on each step.
`What happened to you?’ The older woman said, her voice sounded like she smoked a lot.
`Shaddap, I had to get rid of her jacket. I ran a fuckin’ risk there, I threw it over a fence about two minutes down the way. That will keep em for a little while, now we can have some fun with this cunt.’ The younger woman laughed and she kicked Katie in the ribs.
All the air went out of her and she squirmed, she also felt desperate, she had to let them know how much trouble they were in.
`You….i …I am police officer…and’ She struggled to get her thoughts together.
`Yeah, we know, you silly bitch’ Both of the women laughed. `Get her up.’
The younger woman dragged Katie up by her hair, now torn and patchy in parts. The older woman walked away for a few paces and a low light went on. Katie blinked. She could see the older woman now. She wasn’t unattractive, about 40 and her blonde hair was tied up tight in a bun. She had a scar on her right cheek but she had full red lips and a plain nose.
`Listen up, cutie, you are right in the shit here. It will take them a full ten to fifteen minutes to get their arses and brains in gear to find you and then they will be looking in the wrong place. Add another ten minutes for a clue to emerge from Officer Dibble out there and by then you are fucked.’
`What do you want?’ Katie asked, desperate to fill time and not get hurt.
`You, my young cunt, are gonna fight one of us and it will be to the brutal, no rules end.’
Katie shook her head to understand and to say that she was not going to play their game, their sick fantasy.
`Well, it’s like this then, you are dead. No one saw us, no one saw you with us. You are dead. Or…you can fight my mate here, Jen, to the end and you will live. Your choice.’
Jen, the younger woman came from behind Katie, stroking her hair and cheek, Katie pulled away in revulsion. She was stunning, a girl that could have easily pulled any guy. The bluest eyes and a mouth that held promise of pleasure. A nose that seemed perfect in its construction. Her body was hard and toned and she obviously put a lot of time into.
Jen spoke. `Look, sweetie, if you fight me then you live, if not then my girl here will snap your scrawny cop cunt neck and leave you here for your pig mates to find you.’
Terror filled Katie’s mind, what the fuck was wrong with these two?
`I..i don’t fight…I.’ With this, Katie threw a punch at Jen, smacking her on the chin. The older woman was shocked. Katie stepped back and put up her fists.
Jen rubbed her chin and smiled.`Get the camera, babes. I am gonna give those boys a real brutal show.’
Camera? Katie thought. What the hell?
The area underneath this house was bigger than it might have appeared from the outside and Katie was able to step back and into a wider area. Jen followed her, a mocking, sadistic smile on her lips. Katie wanted to live, she was only young and she took these bitches at their word now, fight and she might live. She would probably get fucked up but she might live. If she tried to run then she had no doubt that she was dead.
Jen stepped around her in a circle which gave the older woman enough time to get a video camera out of her bag. There was no mistaking that Katie was a police officer, she had the white shirt on and a tie. A black pair of pants and plain black shoes finishing off the easily identifiable outfit.
Jen wore blue Nike tracksuit bottoms, White trainers and a tight cutoff red top, a request from a wealthy client. He wanted her to look like cheap council estate scum and she was happy to oblige. The camera was on and the older woman gave a thumbs up…
The show was on.
Jen ducked under, she was about four inches shorter than Katie but much more defined in muscle tone. Jen’s fists were not taped and she liked that, she loved to feel the crunch of bone, the tear of flesh. This cop cunt was gonna tear easily.
A fast left punch tore into the midsection and this was followed by a vicious right just under Katie’s 34DD’s. This sent Katie to one knee, she was winded, her tit felt sore and her ribs ached. She wondered just how young this girl was because she fought like a pro.
Jen looked into the camera and smiled. Mr Shannon always said that the punters loved this and she always made sure he got what he wanted, the dirty irish old cunt. He was a legend in this game, had been around for fucking years and most of his money came from the sale of tapes and god knows what else. Apparently, a serious villain had made a request for a pig bitch to get a real fucked up battering on tape and Shannon would always get what he wanted.
Jen grabbed the bitch’s hair and brought her right knee up into this cunt’s face. SMASH!! The blood went up in the air and the cop straightened up, staggered on one leg for a second and then fell back into the wall but didn’t fall down. Katie moved in and put her power into a punch into the bitch’s gut...it didn’t hit but Katie’s fist hit the wall and she cried out.
`Shit…what the..?’
Katie had seen the punch coming, even though she was nearly out on her feet and she had managed to draw enough energy to step to the side. Now she was at the side of this young, sadistic bitch and she punched her in the jaw with more power and strength than she thought possible.
BAMMMMM!! It hit perfectly and Jen staggered to the side, her head felt like it had been hit by a truck. She didn’t fall.
FUCK, thought Jen, how did this cunt manage to do that. She had not been hit before like that and she felt a little shaken and her friend, the older woman with the camera knew this, she had seen this beautiful little fuck machine batter and demolish at least twenty women and this little bitch was still only eighteen.
Standing upright, she shook her head and looked right at Katie, who had a sly smile on her. This made Jen mad as a bastard. She punched her fists together and cracked her knuckles. She was going to have to be more careful now. But it wouldn’t stop her wrecking this cop cunt and even making her lick hers at the end, a special little treat for the buyer and also for her.
Katie knew that she had scored a good hit. She didn’t know if she would get in any more. She moved forward, blood now covered a lot of her white shirt. She jabbed with her right and then threw a direct hard left. Jen ducked this easily and smashed a roundhouse left into Katie’s already damaged face. The blood exploded from the cop’s bottom lip and Katie put her hand to her mouth.
Jen followed this up with a blistering, brutal shot with a right into the left eyebrow, the cut that opened looked like she had done it with a cleaver. Katie had been attractive, the operative word being HAD! Now she looked like she had been in the ring with an animal like Tyson.
Jen smiled and thought she may as well make it a pair and delivered another and she did, a crunching left into the right eyebrow.
Katie screamed, she had never felt pain like this, blood pissed from each cut and she put her hands to her face, blood trickled through her fingers. Jen didn’t give a fuck and she smashed two powerful right hands into her face while her hands were there. This had the effect of breaking at least three fingers on each hand.
`Fuck’ Was the comment from the older woman holding the camera still. It was really hard to concentrate while you had just cum in your pants.
`Katie backed away, in panic and fear and Jen came after her. Katie’s back was to the wall and she couldn’t even put her hands up anymore, they were broken, she knew they were and now so was any spirit she had left. This young bitch before her was a wrecking machine. Katie had never imagined that a woman, let alone a young one, could or would do damage like this to another woman.
Jen brought her right knee up and it smashed into the unprotected left side. This doubled Katie right over and Jen grabbed her hair again and smashed her knee into the side of this woman’s head.
BAMMMM!
BAMMMM!
BAMMMM!
All In all, it had taken Jen just over five minutes to take this woman completely apart. She figured she had about another two minutes before she had to leave.
Katie was on her knees, she had thrown up on the floor, her head rang like all the bells in all the towers anywhere. Blood, three teeth and a ton of puke sat on the floor in front of her.
It wasn’t over. Jen had grabbed the woman’s right arm and had taken it in a move similar to those in NHB fights. This arm bar forced Katie’s face right into the blood and puke. She gagged, some of the blood and crap going right into her smashed and broken nose.
Jen put her powerful leg over the elbow joint and the pressure sent a lightning bolt into the brain and senses of Katie’s broken frame.
`Nooooooo….please’ Katie was able to say.
`Fuck off cunt, I like this too much.’ Jen said and with this, she lifted the hand and forearm of this cop cunt and snapped it at the elbow and then pulled up again and the main bone in the forearm gave out too. The arm was ruined, it would be difficult if not impossible to repair now, she was finished and Jen knew it.
Katie had passed out at the first break and now lay in her own piss, shit and puke. She was out and fucked.
Jen jumped up and walked to the camera.
`I hope you liked that, Babes, if you want me to destroy some other cunt…a judge maybe…then you know who to contact.’ Jen finished by blowing a kiss into the camera and the older woman panned and closed in on the wrecked and smashed body and face of the police woman. It held there for a few moments and then she closed the camera off.
The two women left as quietly as they had come. An exit strategy that was as well planned as the trap had been. They had done this many times before and they would do it many times again. There were plenty of sick, depraved fucks out there that wanted and loved this shit. The women were well out of the area as the search for the police officer began to take weight and the blundering cops began to look around.
FIVE DAYS LATER –
A colleague and reporter sat by the bedside of Katie, she had still not come around and they needed to know what had happened. Due to the excess of injuries, the police were looking for two or more men, they could not and would not imagine that this damage to a woman had been done by another.

This has been a story from a new series of what I will call THE SHANNON TAPES. Look out for more.
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