Maul Cops
By Montrose
She fought the law and the law lost

Colleen knew she wasn’t the smartest girl in high school. But she was good looking and 
well liked. She played power forward on the girl’s basketball team and took them to the 
state championships for the last two years and would do it again for all she knew. When 
she turned 16 last spring her devoted father got her a used beater of a car and she spent 
her hard earned gas money driving her friends around. She was a good person.

So today she was treating herself. She stepped into the local mall wearing a short skirt 
and knee socks that showed off her long, strong legs very nicely. The sneakers weren’t as 
nice as some shoes she saw girls wearing but she kept telling herself she would save up 
later. Today she would do a little window shopping and get an ice cream. 

She enjoyed turning heads as she strode by. Her yummy tummy wiggled as she stepped. 
She was glad showing your tummy was in style because she had shot up and outgrown 
most of her clothes. At six feet three inches (1.9m) she was the tallest girl she knew. And 
she had developed quite a bit lately as well. Most of her money went to buying new bras. 

Colleen slowed down by the jewelry store. Shiny objects always made her slow down. 
Hypnotized, she wondered up to a counter and just stared at the diamond bracelets. “May 
I show you something?” asked a well-dressed, lovely lady of about 40.

“Oh no.” Gasped Colleen, startled out of her fog. “I couldn’t… I was just…” But the lady 
was already opening the display and pulling out a black velvet case heavy with sparkling 
bracelets and anklets.

“This would look stunning on that ankle of yours.” Said the lady weaving a charm over 
Colleen. “Let me try it on you.” Before Colleen could object the lady knelt down before 
her and tenderly slipped the diamond crusted bobble around Colleen’s ankle. She looked 
way up into Colleen’s young face from down there. “Lovely.” She whispered as she slid 
her fingers up Colleen’s leg, to just behind her knee.

Colleen began to get uncomfortable. The lady had a very familiar way that Colleen was 
used to getting from the boys. She stood and rested her hand on the small of Colleen’s 
back and came close to whisper. “There are ways to earn money, young girl, that are 
faster than flipping burgers.”

She made Colleen nervous, but the idea of earning cash rang a bell in Colleen’s head. 
Maybe she was going to offer her a job. “What do you mean?” she asked.

The lady smiled and looked Colleen over. She stepped closer. “I mean, I find you very 
attractive, silly.” And she tiptoed and gave Colleen a tender kiss on the lips. It was soft, 
but it startled poor Colleen very much. So much that she took off running.

“Stop!” shouted the lady, but Colleen’s powerful legs had her five stores away by then. 
Her face was red-hot. Was it embarrassment, anger, or lust? Colleen herself couldn’t 
make sense of it. But then, she was used to that. She was also used to running and her 
long strides carried her it to the mall doors in no time.

She burst through them and knocked into a mall cop, sending him sprawling. “OH! I’m 
so sorry!” She yelped as she stopped and helped him to his feet. He almost fell over again 
he was so dazed from the blow. She held him up until he got his legs back. She dusted 
him off as he pulled himself together. Lastly, she bent down and retrieved his nightstick, 
handing it to him.

He snatched it out of her hand. “I caught you!” he shouted. 

“Actually, It was an accident. I ran right…”

“Shut up!” The mall cop barked. Colleen jumped and shut up. She had been raised to 
obey authority. He looked at his walkie-talkie. “You stupid cunt! You broke my radio!” 
Colleen resented being called stupid – it hurt – but she didn’t talk back.  “You’re gonna 
have to come with me!” He grabbed her by the arm and started walking.

But Colleen did not walk and that brought the mall cop to a stop. She was six inches 
taller than he and had quite a few pounds on his slender frame. “But it was an accident!” 
pleaded Colleen. “I said I was sorry, sir!”

“This isn’t about breaking my radio, bimbo! The mall doesn’t allow people to just walk off 
with the goods. Now get moving!”

“What?” Colleen was completely confused now.

The cop pointed to her ankle with his nightstick. She looked down and saw the diamond 
anklet still glimmering  around her ankle.

“Oh!” gasped Colleen. “But that was a mistake! You see she…”

“It sure was, bitch, a BIG mistake. Now move!” growled the mall cop and he smacked 
her fanny hard with the stick. Colleen hopped and trotted forward as directed, her ass 
stinging.

“Ouch. But I didn’t mean to…”

He smacked her butt again. “You can tell it all to me in the interrogation room.” Snapped 
the mall cop. And he put a hand on her back and pushed her back into the mall.

The words “interrogation room” frightened poor Colleen. She was almost in tears and so 
embarrassed being led through the mall, obviously in custody. She hoped none of her 
friends saw her. The guard periodically spanked her again with the nightstick “to keep 
her moving.”

Eventually they turned down a small corridor Colleen had never noticed before and 
walked through a door marked PRIVATE. The guard slapped her butt with his hand this 
time as she stepped in. 

“Well missy.” He said in a much more chipper voice as he walked around her, looking 
her over. “Decided to try a life of crime, eh?”

Colleen almost started to cry. “I wanna call my daddy.” She whimpered.

“There’ll be time enough for that.” The guard waved her comment aside. “First we better 
search you to see what else you stole.”

“But I didn’t steal…”

“Shut up!” He snapped. Colleen jumped and shut up. This seemed to satisfy the little 
man. “Assume the position! Hands on that wall! Legs apart!” Colleen obeyed, trembling. 
“Spread ‘em some more!” He snarled as he tapped her upper-inner thighs with his stick. 
She spread her legs wide. “Oh, yessss. That’s it.” He murmured. Colleen looked over her 
shoulder and saw him staring at her panties sticking out from under her short skirt.

First he bent down and took the anklet off and tossed it onto a table. Then he slid his hand 
all the way up those long strong legs. He went right up under the skirt. 

“OH!” exclaimed Colleen as his hands mashed against her quivering mound.

“I gotta check everywhere.” Whispered the guard. As his hands slid into her panties. As 
he felt up her big, firm ass Colleen whimpered. He chuckled as he slid his hands around 
to the front inside her panties and slid several fingers into her tight clam. “Any rings in 
there?” he whispered up into her ear.

“No sir.” gasped Colleen. “Oh my…” She was so embarrassed that she was getting wet 
down there.

He chuckled again and pulled his fingers out. “Can’t be too careful.” His wet hands 
wondered up her sides, up under her shirt, all over her breasts, pushing her bra up and out 
of the way. “Woof!” Muttered the guard as he hefted her big round boobs.

Colleen was starting to feel less fear and more a sense of déjà vu. This was beginning to 
feel like that night the quarterback from school had pawed her up in the back seat of his 
car. The night she roughed him up so bad he had to miss three games.

“I’m not hiding anything in my tits.” She ventured to say. 

“Oh but you will be, baby.” Snarled back the guard. “Oh yeah. You’ll be hiding 
somethin’ there real soon!”

Colleen wondered softly, “how can he be pushing his nightstick into my ass crack with 
his hands all over my chest? And how long does he need to check my tits anyway?”

Then she felt him thrusting his hips, pushing against her ass. And then it began to dawn 
on her. 

“Are you humping my ass?” She half yelled.

“Keep your voice down, stupid!” yelled the mall cop. “You’re lucky I don’t turn you 
right over to the police! You’re in big trouble! But maybe if you give me a little head we 
can work it out…”

“Head?” Snapped Colleen. 

She turned, grabbed his skinny neck and lifted him off the ground with one hand. “Why 
you filthy little pecker.” She snarled at him. He gagged and choked as he reached for his 
nightstick. He swung it down toward Colleen’s head but she stopped it with her free 
hand.

She tore the stick from his grip and tossed it aside with a clatter. Then she tossed him up 
against the door. “I’m gonna crush you little man!” she growled as she stepped up to him. 
She was finding the physical activity releasing after all the tension.

He swung a fist and she blocked it with ease. He swung another and she did the same. 
She sent a punch into his gut and he doubled over. He swung and connected with her gut. 

Nothing. It just bounced off.

She chuckled and glared down at him. “Try again little man.” She offered, and she put 
her hands on her hips. The mall cop punched her hard three more times right in the 
stomach.

“Nothing.” Spat Colleen. “You got nothing.”

He looked up at her. Now fear spread across his face. That was what she wanted to see. 
That’s when she started punching for real. She worked him up and down until her arms 
were tired.

When she stepped to the side he dropped unconscious and swollen. She kicked him away 
from the door and started to leave. But then she stopped. She bent down and found his 
wallet. She pulled almost $110 out of it! She had never had that kind of money!

Then she saw the anklet. She picked it up and walked back to the jewelry store.

The lady who had kissed her was still there but she didn’t see Colleen coming until she 
was right on her. There was a man looking at necklaces but Colleen pushed him to the 
side and grabbed the lady. The lady registered fear when she saw it was Colleen and that 
she was mad. 

Colleen bent down and planted a big wet kiss on that lady’s full red lips – and not a soft 
one. She rammed her tongue down that high-class lady’s pretty throat. Then she ran her 
mouth all over her face, ears and neck, licking and chewing. And as she did she lifted the 
lady’s dress, slipped her panties aside, and stuffed the anklet up into her snatch. With her 
hands free she pawed the lady up and down, pushing her blouse up to her neck and 
freeing her sweet little melons from her black lace bra. Finally, Colleen pushing back. 

The lady collapsed back onto a glass display case, panting heavily. Her nipples stood 
erect. Her legs sprawled akimbo. Her chest heaved with passion. A sparkly chain dangled 
from her oozing clam.

Colleen wiped the red lipstick on the corner of the ladies cheek, patted her face a couple 
of times, then winked at the stunned man as she strode out.

*****

The next day was Sunday. Colleen had masturbated all night thinking about that lady, and 
about kicking that mall cop’s ass. She decided she would have enjoyed it more if he had 
been able to put up some kind of fight. She imagined sitting on that lady’s face and 
choking that cop with one hand as she explored her clam. She came over and over, 
soaking her sheets.

She got up and stood naked in front of the mirror. She lifted her arms and made muscles. 
“Oh!” she gasped. She hadn’t realized how strong she was – her muscles were easily as 
big as any of the boy’s on the football team. And she was taller than all of them. She 
checked out her back muscles. Impressive… The 30 minute daily workouts with free 
weights and one-arm pushups were paying off more than she would have expected. But 
then, her father had always told her she came of good strong stock.

She sent herself into a new wave of masturbation just admiring her own build. She 
always knew she had a nice tits and ass. Now she was beginning to see how truly 
gorgeous her own power was.

She was in the shower when she remembered there was a big mall cop that worked at the 
mall on the hill. He was as tall as she and thicker in the shoulders. He might put up a 
good fight. She dried off, slipped into her shortest skirt, highest heels and tightest t-shirt 
before darting out the door.

By the time she spotted him she had been spotted and whistled at by a score of men and 
boys at the mall. He was just outside the upscale women’s unmentionables store. Colleen 
bumped him with her shoulder as she stepped past him into the store. From then on his 
eyes never left her.

She could feel his eyes on her. She grabbed the closest thing off a table (black lace 
panties) and stuffed them into her cleavage then stepped out of the store and right up to 
him.

 “Very stupid move.” He said as he grabbed her elbow. “Now you’re coming with me, 
honey-pie.”

“Okay!” Colleen giggled. “Lead the way!”

When they got to a room very much like the one she was in at the other mall. The guard 
asked her to remove the panties. 

She smiled and dropped her own panties to her ankles, then kicked them across the room.

His jaw hung open. Colleen giggled.

“Oh you want it bad, don’t you bitch.” He recovered quickly. “Have a seat.” Colleen sat 
in the hard chair he pointed to. 

“I meant, you stupid hole, give me the ones you stole.” He reached for her chest. She 
slapped his hand away.

“Mustn’t touch.” She warned and wagged a finger at him.

“Look, bitch.” He put a foot up on the chair next to her so he could shove his groin right 
in her face. “You’re in for a load of trouble. More than you can handle, I’m guessing.”

She looked at his crotch and saw a bulge beyond anything she had expected. “Oh my…” 
she gasped.

Now it was his turn to chuckle. “Got you curious, doesn’t it.” He grabbed his own crotch 
and adjusted himself. The bulge leaped and seemed to double in size.

Colleen touched her bosom and had to gasp. Her heart was fluttering and her groin 
quivered.

“Looks like you have a choice to make, slut.” Spat the mall cop. “Either you agree to take 
my big fuckin’ joint up your ass right now, or I turn you over to the pigs downtown.”

“I…” stammered Colleen. “I don’t think it would fit.” She said honestly.

“Oh I could make it fit.” He laughed down at her. “Why don’t you set it free?”

Colleen couldn’t help herself. She reached forward and unzipped his pants. A cock as big 
around as her forearm dropped out and slapped her right between the eyes. She screamed. 
He laughed and rubbed it on her face. It was as hard as a sewer pipe.

“May I touch it?” She asked, panting.

“Sure, bitch. Give it a lick while you’re at it.”

Colleen grabbed it around the base. Her long fingers barely wrapped around it! She took 
her other hand and wrapped it above the first. Still there was way more cock waggling 
around free than her two big hands had managed to cover.

“Oh… my… god…” murmured Colleen. She just couldn’t get over the size of that thing. 
It slapped across her lips a few times and the mall cop laughed.

“You’re gonna be saying that real loud when I stuff it up your tight ass.” He snarled.

Colleen smiled up at him, remembering why she was there. “Now how are you going to 
do that after I break it off?” She asked sweetly. She was starting to recover from her 
shock. She even licked the tip as it mashed into her lips again.

He laughed. Colleen tried to stuff the head of his cock into her mouth – she just wanted to 
see if she could – no dice.

“That’s right bitch. Your ass is mine. I might as well have your face too.” She bobbed on 
it as best she could just to watch his eyes roll back in his head.

Then she wrapped her arms around his waist and picked him up as she stood. She quickly 
dropping him down over a bent knee, sack first. She crushed his balls over her knee like 
grapes, then let him drop to the ground.

He was helpless – a whimpering mass. “We’ll that was easy.” Said Colleen.

She pulled his pants off and found his wallet - $150. She chucked his pants down on his 
quivering form.

“Damn you bitch!” He groaned. “I should kill you.”

“Feel free to try.” Suggested Colleen. “I’m in no hurry.” And she sat back down.

Once he could stand he pulled cuffs from his belt. “If that’s the way you wanna play, 
cunt, then fine!” And he clamped the cuffs onto her wrists before she could blink. 

But that didn’t faze Colleen. She slipped her arms over his neck and pulled him in. His 
face mashed into her cleavage. “You wanted the panties, cop? They’re in there. Try 
breathing through ‘em!” 

He fought, ramming Colleen back into a wall. She lifted up and scissored his waist with 
her powerful gams. They fell over. He punched her hard in the side a few times and 
actually managed to make it hurt, but he was already running out of air.

When he stopped struggling, nearly passed out, Colleen let go and climbed onto his chest. 
She found the keys and undid the cuffs. She grabbed his lapels and banged his head on 
the floor a few times. 

“Wake up, you puss bag! Is that all the fight you got?” She yelled. “Whatever happened 
to fucking my ass?”

He did wake up but he was groggy. Colleen stood up and let him get his wind and his 
legs under him. And he rewarded her with a sucker punch that sent her sprawling. He was 
on her back and wrestling to pin an arm behind her. He almost had it a couple of time.

Colleen giggled the entire time. This was like her fantasy! Finally a real fight - almost. 
She let him feel like he was getting someplace for a while, then she flipped him over and 
landed her ass on his chest, driving the wind from him again. She got up and walked 
around him as he gasped for air, letting him recover for a third time. She gently kicked at 
his big cock as he struggled to get to his feet, not doing any harm. She was getting turned 
on.

He mashed his fist into her face and she fell back with a plop on her butt. He booted her 
in the mouth, knocking her all the way to the floor. She sat up, kinda wobbly. He kicked 
her in the head again. She sat back up again.

He kicked at her head once more but she ducked. She grabbed his foot and punched him 
in his ass. She could have punched his nuts, but that would have been too easy. As it was 
he grabbed his ass and hobbled around for a spell.

She hopped up and crammed his head down between her legs and squeezed hard. He 
yelled “GOD! YOUR BREAKING MY HEAD! STOP! PLEASE I BEG YOU!”

“Shut up!” she snarled down. Then she hopped up on the table, mashing his face into the 
wood. She got up and did it again – bouncing down onto his skull. She did it again and 
again. Each time he whimpered less and got limper and limper.

Finally, she pulled him up, lifted him over her head, and slammed him down face up on 
the table.

He lay motionless – beaten. Colleen took the time to kiss her biceps. 

She walked around to his head, lifted her skirt and sat gently down onto his face to 
smother him for a while. He struggled with no success at all. “Are you gonna fuck my ass 
now big boy? Feel free. It’s right there on your mouth. You can’t miss it.” She giggled.

Just then the door opened and another mall cop came in.

“What the fuck!” He grunted.

“He wants to kiss my ass.” Panted Colleen as she winked at the fresh meat.. “Do you see 
anything you would like to kiss?” She asked this as she pulled off her t-shirt, exposing 
her fabulous rack.

Of course he dived on it face first. She locked one arm on his head. When he realized he 
couldn’t breath he tried to pull back but Colleen had him. She locked her legs around his 
waist and crunched him just for good measure.

She giggled as the two men struggled in her grasp. The new man got his club free and 
banged her on the head with it, but it was a glancing blow. She tore it away with a free 
hand and let it drop to the floor. 

When he went limp she let him drop too. She got up, collected another $70 from the new 
guy and left.

That night she masturbated and wished she could have that big mall cop dick again. She 
thought he might make a good slave with a few more beatings.

*****

All that week at school she behaved just like the old Colleen; slow-witted; friendly; 
maybe even a bit shy. But all week long at night she crammed her crotch, thinking about 
her next visit to the mall.

When Saturday came, she went to the mall on the hill again – the one with the big cop. 
And she found him inside a candy store. She slipped up beside him and put her arm 
around his neck.

When he saw who she was he tried to get away. When he found he could not he stopped 
trying. He didn’t want everyone to know Colleen was holding him helpless. Colleen 
grabbed a chocolate and stuffed it in her mouth. She chewed it down and winked at him.

“Oh no! Looks like you got me again.” She giggled. “You better take me to the 
interrogation room.”

“I think we can let it pass.” He muttered, turning red.

She ate another. “I wouldn’t dream of it, officer.” Said Colleen. “Let’s go.” And she 
marched him, practically dragged him, back to the private room.

When they got back there he took his best shot. He punched Colleen twice in the face 
before she recovered. He pulled his stick and rammed it into her stomach, doubling her 
over, then he rammed his knee into her face. When she dropped to the ground he fell on 
her and tried to choke her with his nightstick. He even started to get some confidence 
back. He was as tall as her after all, and had maybe 10 or 15 pounds on her!

“Stupid bitch!” he spat as he leaned down onto her throat.

But then she grabbed the stick. She gritted her teeth and pushed his hands up. She shot a 
punch into his face that knocked him backwards. Slowly she got up. He crammed the 
stick into her gut again. She doubled over. He did it again. Colleen mashed a fist into his 
face and he fell back to the floor. She dropped down onto him and banged his head on the 
floor.

“Don’t call me stupid!” snarled Colleen, then she slid up and smother him with her ass. 
She punched him in the gut a few times just to drive the point home. When she got up a 
several minutes later he was a changed man.

“Look lady!” he begged, staying down on his knees as she stood over him. “I’m sorry! 
Please don’t hurt me anymore! What do you want from me?”

“Give me your wallet.”

He handed it over. Colleen got another $180 and chucked the wallet over her shoulder. 
She lifted her short skirt and crammed her muff in his face. 

“Eat me.” She ordered. And he did. And he was almost as good at it as she had dreamed. 
After climaxing a few times on his face she ordered him to stand and drop his pants. Sure 
enough his ungodly huge cock was at full attention. Colleen drooled a bit just looking at 
it. She grabbed the mall cop by his lapels and dragged him face to face.

“Do you think you can fuck me and still be my dog?” she asked.

“Yes miss.” He promised. “Anything you say.”

“Then stand still. I’m going to mount you.” She slammed his back up against a wall. Her 
legs were long enough that she slid up and onto that horse-meat. Slowly she worked her 
way down onto it, gasping all the way. Once she caught him smiling but she cuffed him 
hard and wiped it away.

He stood like a statue. She did all the humping and set the time. As she humped she 
mashed him into the wall over and over. He gasped and groaned but didn’t complain. 
Finally Colleen came, and as she did hands constricted his neck. When her orgasm ended 
she let go of his throat, stepped back and let him drop. 

“OH!” she howled as his big rod slid out of her tired muff.

He was still breathing, and still hard as a post.

She sucked him off as he lay passed out. She decided he wouldn’t remember it – why not. 
And she enjoyed the challenge of trying to gobble such a big knob. She worked him to 
climax and made him shoot his nasty load all over himself. Then left him passed out, 
half-naked, and covered in sperm.

*****

That night Colleen and her father ate dinner. “Another potato, Colleen honey?” asked her 
father.

“No daddy.” She replied. “They were huge – three is plenty.”

“Another steak then?”

“Okay, daddy. Thanks.” 

“You’re a growin’ girl after all.” Beamed her father. “And the spittin’ image of your dear 
mother.”

Colleen looked at him. He was puny compared to her – she could have snapped his neck 
with two fingers. But of course she would never raise a hand to her beloved daddy. “Was 
momma strong, daddy?” 

“Don’t you know it! She was the strongest person on the city fire department. She won 
the annual wresting title her last four years.”

“And she died a hero.” Colleen said as if in a dream. She had heard the story all her life.

“Saving those old folks from that burning home. Yes.” Her father whispered. He could 
never recall it without choking up.

Colleen wolfed down the meat in silence. Sure those guys had been first rate assholes. 
But maybe she had been a bit rough on them. Maybe it had done them some good – 
would make them think twice before molesting the next girl. And what to do with all the 
sexual energy she got from the activity? And what of that haunting woman from the 
jewelry store? Colleen surprised herself to find that half the time she masturbated it was 
while imagining her. 

All this thinking was hurting her poor head.

The next day she went back to the first mall, with the small cop. She saw him right away 
and went up to apologize. He panicked and started to run from her, but ran smack into a 
pillar and fell back into her arms. She caught him and braced him back up against the 
pillar. Instantly he produced his wallet and handed it to her.

“Please don’t hurt me!” he whimpered. “I’ll do anything you want. You want me to 
deliver stolen goods to your house? Fence something? Anything!” He cowered 
pathetically.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” She said calmly. 

He looked up at her doubtfully. “That is, if you stop being a fuck-head to the girls. I hear 
otherwise and I’ll come back here and stuff your face up your own ass. Got it?”

“Yes miss! Bless you! I promise.” He went to kiss her hand but she back handed him to 
one side. He took the opportunity to run away and she let him.

She hadn’t come to see him anyway. She kept walking to the jewelry store. Colleen 
walked in and slid behind the counter. The lady looked a bit frightened, but also 
delighted.

“Did you try to get me arrested?” Colleen asked. She wondered if she had been framed 
with the anklet before.

“No, darling.” Whispered the lady. “I didn’t turn you in. A mall cop saw you is all, and 
he radioed to the other guy at the door.”

“Oh.” That made Colleen feel better. She didn’t want to be mad at this lady.

“How can I help you?” asked the lady. She was getting less frightened and sidled up to 
Colleen. She stroked Colleen’s powerful arm and looked up into her green eyes.

“I don’t want to be mean anymore.” Colleen confessed. “But….” Colleen stood silent.

“Is there something about being mean that you like?” asked the woman. Colleen nodded. 
“How can I help?” she asked.

“I’m not very smart…” began Colleen. “But I’m strong, and I try to do the right thing.” 
Colleen stopped talking and just stared down into the lovely lady’s soft brown eyes. She 
wondered what kind of secrets lurked behind them.

“And?” coaxes the lady.

“And I find that I’m…” Colleen blushed a bit and spoke in a lower voice. “really… 
REALLY horny lately. And I’m having…” Colleen stopped again.

“Do go on, darling.” The lady was smiling and had cuddled right up to Colleen now, 
snuggling into her arms.

Colleen spoke the words from her fantasy. “I want you… to be my bitch. I want strap a 
big one on and I want to fuck you until you can’t walk for days. I want to bring home big 
sweaty men and to get them to ravage and hump us both. I want you to teach me what 
you know about sex and men and the world.”

A wide smile spread across the lovely lady’s full red lips. “Let me just close up shop and 
get my hat.” She whispered.

Colleen eventually found she could have both worlds. She could be her loving, caring 
self, and still dominate and overpower when it came time for love.