~ Better than a gold watch ~ {Sprayman }

[Sprayman]

She has a sense of humor and now she’s going to be friendly and cute and put me off guard for one last try. Good luck! Now let’s put her in her place.

“I’m not too worried about you taking the knives back. I was a cop for 8 years and I think I can hold on to them while I frisk you. As for getting one of my own guns, I already have two of my guns right here. The one in my hand and the one in my pocket are my guns – now! Next step is to get what’s left of your shirt off. After that you can unbuckle your belt and open your jeans. When you stand up push them down and step out of them. Everything nice and slow and maybe you won’t get shot with what used to be your gun. I’ll let you keep your undies on while I pat you down as long as I don’t find anything in them except you!”

“Do it!”



OOC - please check PM's before you reply - IC

[kimbra_ailis]

   Dominique's face was obviously pissed when he informed her he was keeping her guns as his own. She did not bother trying to argue with him but she was not happy. Standing up she started to unbuckle the pants. She dropped the belt out of her reach putting her hands up slightly she looked at him. She stripped what remained of her shirt on to the floor.
   “.... The pants don't come off....” Her smile was wicked. “...You have been a cop for eight years you can frisk me through the pants just fine.... ”   
   Lifting her hands slightly waiting for the rest of his direction. Dominique could not think of a logical reason to take the pants off. If she did there was not reason for him to touch her, since he could clearly see she had nothing else on. Something with his logic was very wrong. Although she should have known that since he was forced into retirement after only eight years.
   “... You won't find anything... I was expecting to put a old man out of his misery.... I think I should have just shot you and said fuck worrying about the innocents....”

[Sprayman]

I feel my anger flair again as Dominique refuses to remove her jeans. Does she think she’s still running this show? I’m going to have to teach her another lesson. This whole fucking situation is like pouring salt in a wound. I get kicked off the force! I can’t get a decent job in this fucking city. Now someone has a contract on me and they send this smart-mouthed bitch to punch my ticket. A fucking woman . . .  I’m not even worth them sending a real hitter!

As my anger grows, part of my mind wonders - - why did I tell her to take off the pants? I can frisk her fine with them on! Looking at her, standing there in her bra and jeans with that damn smirk on her face, I suddenly realize why!

I’m going to fuck this bitch!

If the best they can send is a woman – then damn it - I’ll use her like a woman!

“Alright Dominique, maybe you’re right after all - - maybe I need to get these knives out of my pocket before I frisk you!”

I pull them out and throw them into the corner with the rest of her shit!

“And maybe you’re right about the pants too - - I can frisk you with them on. It seems you know the drill, so let’s do it. In this corner over here, away from all your cutlery.”

I point toward a spot with my free hand.

“I suppose you know the position too! Hands on the wall – step back – spread your legs – and don’t even think about trying anything! Right now, I don’t like you very much and shooting you almost sounds like fun, so don’t give me any excuse to do it!”

“Take the position - - NOW!”

[kimbra_ailis]

   Dominique does as she it told, taking the position in the corner. Not that she had ever been in this position with an cop before but she knew what to expect. She told herself that soon he wold be calling the cops. This should be an interesting experience. The idea that her prints would go into the system was not especially pleasing but there was no help for it. She would not spend a night in jail. That she was confident of.
   Once she was free no doubt someone else would be contacted. It was unlikely the Don was simply going to let this go. If Bryan was contacted like she thought he wold be, he was gong to be pissed. Although she only had done a dozen jobs she had never failed to get one done. Actually if she did not finish he was going to be pissed. Pushing those thoughts aside, she would have to deal with her mentor later.
   Standing, braced against the wall she can't help but think that he has a bad attitude. She wondered if he was planning on using both hands or just one, not risking putting the gun down. Maybe he had a little bit of a right to be pissed.  Although she had been most cooperative with him. She smiled to herself. Its little wonder she preferred dead men to living.

[Sprayman]

Dominique does as she’s told. She even takes the position properly against the wall with her hands well spread and her feet well back and nicely spread. It doesn’t help my temper a bit! I can feel the rage building inside as I carefully approach her. And, as I approach I  become aware of her as a woman rather than a threat. I can smell her. I can feel the heat of her body and my body responds! I step between her outspread legs and put my left foot beyond her left foot. Holding the Kahr in a weapon retention grip close to my right side I extend my left hand and begin the search. First I comb out her hair thoroughly. Nothing there! I can feel the empty sheath for what I thought was a neck knife. The sheath is attached with tape instead of a neck chain or thong. Putting two fingers between the tape and her skin, I peel it away and throw it into the corner with the rest of her gear.

Then I say, “Here comes one of the parts you aren’t going to like – or maybe you will….!

And I reach under her arm and cup her breast through the thin blue material of the bra. As I massage and work her tit I can feel her nipple involuntarily start to harden under my fingers. I also hear what might be a moan - or a soft growl coming from her. After a couple of seconds I let her tit go and bring my hand back behind her, stiffen the fingers into a karate ‘blade hand,’ and with a sudden snap, hit her across the base of her skull. As her knees give way and her hands start to slide down the wall, I deliver a second strike to the same spot. The two together should stun her for several minutes at a minimum and may knock her completely out.

As she sags to the floor, I step into the hall and open the closet. Reaching up onto the shelf, I pull down a set of flex cuffs and start back into the living room. Once her hands are cuffed, this bitch will get a whole lot more than she bargained for – starting with my own special brand of cavity search!

[kimbra_ailis]

   The her stance and body language she was clearly annoyed and clearly impatient. Dominique tolerates the groping although her patience quickly runs out. Conceding that she expected some groping but was not willing to let it get too far.. Giving him a soft warn growl. She was willing to take a little, a very very little. After moving on she expected a similar treatment of her other breast then a feel up of her ass.
    The last thing she expected was the blow to her head. The first one had been bad enough, taking away her ability to stand or fight back. The second was even worse, hitting the floor she was in and out of consciousness. She struggled to not black out but was not entirely successful. Forcing my eyes open there are small time lapses between what I am aware is happening.
   As the fuzziness and darkness start to recede from my mind I begin to trying to move. Its difficult at first. My mind does not want to focus. Actually I have the feeling it would be perfectly happy to simply go to sleep for a while longer. I become vaguely aware that my hands are tied together somehow.
   “wwwhat... what the... hell?”
   

[Sprayman]

Returning to the living room I put the Kahr in my back pocket and kneel beside Dominique's barely conscious body. Her eyes flutter open and closed but even when open, they are glazed and don't focus. I'm going to so enjoy teaching this bitch a lesson! But I want her awake and completely conscious when I do. For now, I use the flex cuffs and cuff her hands together behind her back. I slide the flex cuffs over her wrists and pull them fairly tight. If they are left like this too long, she will start having circulation problems, but an hour or so should be OK!

Grabbing her under her arms, I drag her limp twitching form to the sofa and throw her on it. Then I unbutton the waistband of her jeans and work them down over her hips and off. Her modest blue panties are pulled part way down in the process and I can see the beginning of her pubic thatch. I leave them where they are for now. Time enough to remove them after she wakes up. I have other things to do! Taking out her Beretta, I remove the clip and clear the round out of the chamber. Then I do the same with the Kahr. Looking over at Dominique, I see her eyes are still unfocused, although she is moaning and starting to move purposefully. I stash the ammo and clips under the cushion of a chair and put the two guns with the rest of her gear in the far corner of the room. Unloaded guns are just oddly shaped paperweights! As I add her boots and belt to the growing pile of stuff in the corner, I hear her groan and say, "unhh...wwwhat..what the hell..." The guns go in the boots. Then I pick up the first knife that she had when we met. It's a folding hunter with a sharp 3 inch blade. Folding it closed, I drop it in my pocket.

Now for my prize! Some of my anger has faded but the whole mess keeps me on the edge. I drag Dominique up into a sitting position. Then I slap her – 5 or 6 times, not as hard as the first time, but not gently either! Hitting her feels good...feels right! And my cock starts to get hard as I hit her!

"Wake up bitch! I don't want you to miss the rest of this show. I want answers and if I have to beat them out of you - - well, lets just say I'll enjoy that much more than you! Who are you? Who do you work for? Who is this fucking friend I should be so worried about, and last but not least, who fucking wants me dead? Start talking or I'll take the knife out and start carving up that pretty face of yours! If cutting off your ears doesn't work, I'll have to find more personal things to cut – like your tits!”

I punctuate the questions with slaps, first to her face, and then to her tits when I mention cutting them!

“Talk to me bitch! I know you’re awake and can hear me just fine! Start talking or I’m going to start cutting!”

I can see her green eyes focus, even as they fill with tears, and I get ready! She’s going to fight soon! I can feel it. And I can feel my cock getting harder!

This is going to be fun….!

[kimbra_ailis]

   “I told  you before if you asked nicely I could tell you.....”  The words are slightly slurred a by product of the growing pain in her cheeks. Gently she rubs her jaw along her shoulder as if that will help ease the sting. Its evident she is not making plans to become very lucid at the moment.
   “Please... don't be stupid... I already told you... I am Dominique...”Relaxing against the couch she makes wiggles ever so slightly to make herself comfortable. Not that it is easy with her hands tied behind her back. Her eyes are semi closed. “Or weren't you listening... Fucking men....”
    The fuzziness of her mind it truly starting to lift. “What is there to say about Bryan? He is good at what he does. Maybe if he spent a little more time teaching me like he is suppose to....”
   Her words trail off slightly. About this time she starts to realize that she is naked except for her bra.  Dominique opened her eyes again. Actually bothering to look at him. She keeps the anger in check but barely. “... And as I said... please... don't be stupid... you already know who wants you dead....” Noticing he was still within his arm reach, was more than adequate for her, she kicked out with both of her feet. It was fairly useless since she could not follow up with anything but she was pissed enough she was not thinking straight.

[Sprayman]

She starts talking softly – almost as if she is talking to herself. Slurring her words and not making much sense. Talking about…someone named Bryan .. who is supposed to be teaching her… None of it makes any sense and I don’t really care anyway. The questions were just an excuse - - an excuse to hit her!

Then her body tenses – it’s coming – she’s going to fight now! And her feet come up as she tries to kick. It’s totally ineffectual and I just turn my hip and let her feet slam into the bone there. I don’t even notice! But I let her think it bothers me. Just another excuse to hit!

One shin across her thighs to restrict her legs. Left hand grabs her hair! Hard slaps to her face! Rocking her head from side to side! She gasps and sobs as my hand hits her – again and again! Have to stop or I’ll kill her! Reaching down – tearing off her bra – reaching lower – ripping off her panties – throwing the scraps on the floor! Got to ease off – calm down - take control of myself!

I step back – away from her naked body – away from her sobs and tears and moans!

“Dominique is it – I heard that - I did hear you! And I heard you say “fucking men” too – And you know what Dominique – you’re right, absolutely right! I am a ‘fucking man’ and that’s exactly what I’m going to do to you! I’m going to fuck you until you scream for mercy – then I’m going to fuck you some more!”

“How does that sound - - Dominique…?”

[Sprayman]

*Calm yourself. Assess the situation. Deep breaths – in through the nose – out through the mouth. Relax. Remember your training.*

Dominique’s face is fiery red, eyes leaking tears, lips swollen with a trickle of blood running down over her chin where her lower lip split under my heavy slaps. Her face will be a sight tomorrow and one eye might have a shiner! Her hair in disarray and hanging over one side of her face.

Red marks on the pale skin of her shoulders where the bra straps dug in before the metal hooks straightened and the plastic sliders snapped.

More red marks, like rope burns, on her hips where the waistband of her panties rasped the soft flesh before it parted.

Along with the tears, her eyes are wide and have the same look as a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming semi. Wide and staring and completely uncomprehending!

*Beautiful!*

[kimbra_ailis]

   Dominique, struggled in vain to fight back. Struggled to protect herself. She knew she had little hope against him. That probably fighting back was only going to make it worse. The screams were more in frustration than actual pain. Adrenaline helped her not notice the pain right away but the more blows the harder it became. Her cheeks hurt, her jaw hurt.
    Unable to protect herself and unable to fight back anymore, she had tried to curl up on the couch. She was not even able to protect herself as he pulled the last of her clothing off. Tried to shelter her face and head as best she could. Between the frustration, the pain, and growing humiliation she barely noticed the tears on her hot cheeks.
   “dont touch me.... don't TOUCH me... DONT touch Me... Dont touch ME....” Her voice varied between barely a whimper to something of a scream.
   It was evident she was panicked. Even without him saying as much she knew he was planning on raping her. Although that knowledge came back too late to help herself. So much for being cooperative earlier. Now she felt so stupid that she had not noticed where this was going in the first place. It might not have made much difference but she would have felt better that she had given him a harder time.

[Sprayman]

Her response is strangely exciting. I’ve never been rough with a woman, not even when a $5 crack whore puked on me during a bust, while I was still a uniformed patrolman. I’ve had to manhandle some on the job, but I was never rougher than I had to be.

This one I want to hurt, to humiliate, to scare….!

In my mind, I lay it off to the fact that she came here to kill me. That justifies anything I do to her. Anything!!!

I take out and open her folding knife and say, “Dominique, if you don’t want me to touch you then this knife will have to touch you! Do you want me to show you all the ways a knife can hurt you without killing you. There are more ways than you can imagine!”

She’s curled up in a ball on the sofa. I grab a handful of her hair and heave her up into a sitting position and sit on her knees.

“How about for starters, I cut off your nipples? Would that be better than fucking you….?”

[kimbra_ailis]

   Dominique stared at her knife in horror. It had been a very long time since she had last had a knife shoved in her face. After Bryan she had thought those days were long past. After a couple of sobering deep breaths. Laying back into the couch she stared at him. Really stared at him probably for the first time. Her first assessment  that he was capable of this kind of violence was apparently very wrong.
   “... I.... am... I... refuse.... to.... beg...” Her voice was shaking but she said it with conviction. There was still fear in her eyes. There was no mocking left in her face. At this point she would not dare to dare him or force him into anything more. She did not plan on begging although she was not if there was point that she would change her mind.

[Sprayman]

At last, I have her attention!

I don't really want to cut her! That's one of the problems with knives, they're messy as hell! But there are lots of other ways to hurt that aren't so messy!

I fold and close the knife and carefully put it in my pocket. Never know when I might need it again.

Taking a fresh handful of hair in my left hand, I pull her head back until her eyes are looking up at the ceiling. Then I take hold of the nipple I threatened to cut off and pinch it between the end of my thumb and the fold of my index finger. Slowly, I increase the pressure. Because of the karate training, I have very strong hands and fingers.

She starts to wiggle and try to pull away. a moan escapes her lips and gets louder as I increase the pressure slowly.

"Let me know if you change your mind, Dominique. In a couple of minutes, I'll start using the thumbnail!"

[kimbra_ailis]

      Despite the pain, she knows her body is becoming wet. Its a fact that she tries desperately to ignore. An automatic response her body had learned years ago while still on the streets. Its never really been embarrassing before. Primarily because she learned it was better to be wet than be raped dry. There had been plenty of painful experiences.
   The hold on my hair effectively stops her from struggling too much. There is no where for her to go. There is no way to protect herself. The frustrations mounts. This was why she started her career killing. So that she never had to be weak and at the mercy of a man again. She does not bother hiding her mental struggle from her face. Dominique holds an all out scream back until she feels him switch slightly like he was really going to use his nail.
   “... STOP... stop..... stop...” The words come out in a desperate rush.