This one is manipulative, violent and different. It might be too much for some of you.
JoAnne was in the mid twenties and an EMT. She was on duty one night when a call came in for a bar fight with multiple injuries. Her unit and one other were dispatched to the scene.
Upon arriving, they saw four men lying on the ground, outside of the bar. It was a bloody mess. She went to the first one. There was no pulse and no breathing. She went to the second one and it was the same. She went to the third one. She froze for a second and then dropped down. No pulse and no breath. She hugged her arms around him and started crying. It was her father. The fourth man was alive but unconscious. A different EMT was working with him. He died on the way to the hospital. They had to pry her away from her father’s body to take it away.
The police were also there. They were starting to piece together what had happened. The story shaped up to be that her father and a friend of his were at the bar. His friend got into an argument with three other men. Her father’s friend was the one to start the fight and was the first one to pull out a knife. JoAnne’s father also had a knife but it had never been taken out of his pocket. He was in a fist fight with one of the three other men. When her father was winning, the man pulled out a knife and stabbed her father deeply, twice just under his ribs. He bled out quickly. This was all seen by witnesses and the bar’s security cameras. The only one to not be injured was the man who stabbed her father. People knew who he was and the police arrested him the next day.
He was charged with second degree murder and other lesser counts. At the preliminary hearing, the judge, feeling that there was a strong case for self defense, ordered the man to surrender his passport, if he had one and released him on bond with an ankle monitor till the trial. JoAnne was very upset with this. There was a lot of local news coverage of the happening. Most people felt that at the very worst he would get no more than six months in jail for use of a weapon to inflect harm and leaving the scene of an injury event. That would not be acceptable to JoAnne, for someone killing her father. She and her father had always been very close. There was nothing sexual between them. He was her father and her friend.
At his funeral, a few days later, she put her hand on his casket and looked up. “Daddy, I’ll see that everything is taken care of.”
She started stalking his killer, staying out of sight but studying him. It seemed like about a couple times a week, he would go to a bar and usually pick up a woman. He would either take her someplace quiet in his car or take her to one particular motel in the area that was well known for short term evening rentals. They would go in and about an hour later come back out and he would drop her back at the bar and then go to his home. The more he was free to live his normal life, the more she steamed inside. JoAnne came up with a plan.
One night she dressed sexy but hot like a hooker. She sat at the bar and made sure to keep the next seat empty. When he came in, he looked around and spotted her. She smiled at him and looked at the empty seat next to her. He sat beside her. They made just a little bit of meaningless small talk. Then JoAnne said, “I’m looking for some fun. How about you?” His reply was that he was always up for some adult fun. He put his hand on her lap. She lifted her skirt and showed him that she was not wearing panties and that she had a freshly shaved pussy. He said, “Let’s go somewhere more private.”
JoAnne leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I’ll do pretty much anything that you want but I like things just a little bit on the rough side. You have to take control and be forceful. Make me do what you want.” He smiled. He stood up and held her by the wrist. He walked her to, and out the door. She stayed about a half step behind him and struggled a little bit. It was part of her plan. She knew that people and cameras were watching.
As soon as they got in his car, her attitude changed. She unzipped his pants and worked his cock out. As he drove, she gently stroked his shaft. “You’ve got a really nice dick. What are you going to do to me?” His reply was for her to wait and see.
As they pulled into the parking lot of the motel, he put himself back in his pants and got out. He went into the office. The desk clerk said, “Hi Steve. What ya got this time?” He looked out the window and saw JoAnne. “Nice. How about having her give me a blowjob after you’re done with her?” Steve paid for the room and gave the clerk a nice tip, and told him that he would think about his request. “It might be fun to watch you shove your dick down her throat. How much you got?” The clerk proudly replied that he had seven inches. He came out of the office and JoAnne got out of the car. He led her to the room. Again, she struggled a little, knowing that there were security cameras recording. In case there were microphones or someone was in earshot, she said, “I don’t want to.” He pulled her into the room.
In the room, he twisted her arm behind her, but not hard. “Get undressed and then undress me. If you don’t promptly do whatever I tell you, you will be punished, and you won’t like that.” JoAnne started unbuttoning her blouse and replied, “Yes, Sir.” Very quickly, her skirt, blouse and thin, lacy bra were on the floor and she was unbuttoning his shirt. He reached out and gave her C-cup tits a firm squeeze. “Ouch, that hurts.” He smiled, “Good. I wanted it to.” Then he pinched and pulled her nipples. Now they were both naked and on the bed. Their clothes were on the floor and her purse was on the bed, right where she wanted it to be.
He pulled her head to his crotch, “Suck my cock. Suck it hard and fast. I want to see your cheeks pull in.” JoAnne slid her lips down over his manhood. She thought about what a nice thick dick he had, but she had a more important reason for being here with him. He slapped her cheek hard enough to sting. “Suck harder and go faster.” She picked up her speed. Then he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to him. Her nose pushed thru his pubic hair and pressed hard against his pubic bone as his cock entered her throat. JoAnne had given plenty of blowjobs over the years, but she had never taken a cock in her throat. She gagged but let him do it. She had a plan to follow.
He held himself deep in her throat for maybe five or even ten seconds. She was starting to be afraid that she was going to pass out. Then he pulled back and she gasped for air. “I love how good it is for bar whores to suck my cock. My wife won’t let me fuck her mouth.” JoAnne thought about biting him, but knew that at best, she could hurt him. She had more violent plans than that. She had remembered a news story from a couple of years before. A woman named Lorena Bobbett who had cut off her husband’s penis with a knife. That was what she had planned for her father’s murderer. Then she was hoping to watch him bleed to death from his severed cock.
His cock was now fully engorged with erection giving blood. This was the time. She had a knife in her purse. She reached for it but it was out of her reach. He was bigger and stronger than her. He pushed her on her back and got between her legs. One hard thrust and he was buried balls deep in her. He was big enough that he hit her cervix. With each violent thrust, he let out a loud grunt. He lasted and lasted. It actually felt pretty good to her, but she still had a plan and she was not going to let the feeling of a big hard cock fucking her change it.
Her finger tips touched her purse and pulled it closer to her. Her hand searched inside till she found the knife. He had started breathing hard and fast. She felt his cock start to swell. He was about to come inside her. With all her might, she thrust the knife into his back. It was in just the perfect place. It went thru his back and into his heart. He died instantly. Now she was lying there with a dead man on top of her and his motionless, deflating cock still in her cunt.
She rolled him off and did what she had intended to do from the start. She held his cock in one hand and sliced it off, right where it attached to his body. She took it in her hand and walked to the bathroom. Her hand was covered with his blood and she was leaving a blood trail from the bed to the bathroom. She threw his penis in the toilet. It looked like a huge turd. She flushed the toilet.
She calmly walked hack and sat on the edge of the bed. She called the police and said that she had been raped and that she had killed the rapist. A few minutes later, everyone was disturbed by the sounds of multiple police sirens. The police broke down the door, even though she had unlocked it. They found her sitting there, naked and covered in blood. They also found his dead, cock-less, bloody body in the middle of the bed. They arrested her and read her Miranda rights to her. They wrapped a sheet around her and put her in one of the police cars.
This story made the national and even international news about a woman killing the man who killed her father and then cut him off and disposed of the part when he raped her. They all had to find ways of telling the story in different and less offensive words than saying what had actually happened. Her planning worked. Even though many thought what had happened could have been premeditated, a jury found that she had acted in self defense when she killed him while being raped.
When the verdict was read, JoAnne walked out of the court, a free woman. Several hundreds of people cheered as she left the courthouse.
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