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underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality
whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not
condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real
world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm
disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really
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Description: A brief scene of a rainswept night of a trap laid for the
beautiful police officer, Cybil Bennet.

Content Codes: MF, snuff (decapitation), necro

Silent Hill: Getting Head...
by JD ([email protected])

Officer Cybil was riding fast through the rain near the town of Silent Hill.
There were different paths of destiny there, she might live or she might die.
It depended on the actions of one man looking for his daughter. She didn't
know that; she also didn't know that her destiny could go another way, that
she'd never meet the man at all.

He'd cased his target well. He knew the bike cop returned home the same route
every night, a quiet country backstreet. As the engine roared in the distance
he looked pensively out from the bushes at the wire strung tightly across the
road. It glinted against the rain and shivered in the wind. He rubbed at the
bulge in his pants.

The rain didn't bother Cybil. She was used to riding in it. Her leather gear
kept her uniform blouse dry, her helmet did the same for her short cropped
blonde hair. She paid attention to the road - to do anything else would be
suicide - but her mind was still occupied with thoughts of the dinner for one
at home, the cat, the TV.

His cock hardened more than he thought possible as the bike cop came into
sight. He popped the buttons on his fly and pushed his pants into the wet
mud. His cock sprang free into the cold rain, standing near straight up
against his body. He licked his lips and stroked his hard meat as she sped
down the road. She was at the right angle! It was perfect!

She didn't even have time to scream as wire met neck. A clean slice straight
through skin, muscle, windpipe, veins, arteries and vertebrae. The world span
around as the wind whipped Cybil's head right off her shoulders. Pain. Her
neck was on fire. She couldn't breath. The impact of her helmet against the
rain soaked road barely registered. Cybil's head bounced loose and landed
right way up.

Darkness claimed her vision as a stripping man emerged from the bushes.

Meanwhile, high pressure blood spray had fountained from the stump of the
bike cop's neck, a high, rich, red arc. Her bladder voided into her panties
and through into her leather pants; urine ran down the corpse's legs to join
with the rain. Blood continued flowing freely from the stump as Cybil's heart
slowed in her chest with no brain to command it.

The treacherous road surface and the body's spasmodic twitching separated it
from the bike, and it flopped down onto the road surface, bouncing to a
standstill. The bike gamely continued for a few feet on it's own before
veering off into a drainage ditch.

He picked up Cybil's head by the short blond hair. It was already pale from
blood loss, and more leaked from the stump. The blonde's jaw hung slackly,
and he had to hold it together to kiss her smeared lips. Gazing into her half
open, all dead, eyes he lowered the severed head onto his cock and reverently
pushed into her throat.

It was everything he'd hoped for. Gripping tightly, he pushed in until he
could see the purple crown of his cock at the back of her slack mouth. A few
strokes was all it took. He groaned as hot sperm sprayed into the trophy,
pumping seed into the back of Cybil's throat. He kept pumping as his seed
squelched around his cock.

So much planning, so much effort... to blow a dead woman's mind.


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