Police Woman Abused

[Emma]

He passed her the keys and buckled himself in.

As she pulled away from the curb she tried to look at his face in the mirror. He allowed her to see him for the first time. He had a hard face, with a 2-day-old beard. A scar marred his cheek and his nose had been broken before. Hired muscle she thought, her desperate but confident mind desperate for a way out of this. She opened her mouth as if to talk but her abductor hissed.

"Shut it bitch, you’ll get your chance to talk, for now though shut up." His gruff voice gave her directions and she found herself heading for the one of the poorer areas of the city. Finally the ride was over.

After pulling the car over she was beckoned out and into a building.

"You will never get away with this!" she spat

"I told you to shut up" the man behind her grunted and jabbed her with the barrel of the gun. Quicker than lightning she twisted and knocked the gun out of the mans hand but he was no fool and as she swung her second blow he ducked like a boxer and delivered to quick jabs to her abdomen with his massive fist. As she crumpled he scooped up the gun, hauled her to her feet by her hair and half dragged half pushed her through a doorway and into a dimly lit room.

It took a while for her eyes to get used to the gloom and when she had she didn’t like what she saw, a masked man and a chair. He beckoned her over to it. Her abductor left and shut the door. The masked man pointed a pistol at her and gestured to the chair again.

"Who are you and what do you want" her voice sounded afraid even to her.

The man gestured to the chair again. She sat down. He moved behind her and roughly bound her arms together, then her legs to the chair and finally he looped rope around her waist and tied her firmly. She found that she could only move her head.

The masked man walked around her bound form and examined her.

"You do realise that there is no way on this earth you can get away with kidnapping me don’t you" her confidence had started to return. But the man refused to respond.

"Kidnapping a police officer is a very serious offence" she went on.

"You won’t get a ransom just a jail term!" her voice was confident and mocking

"Let me go and it won’t go that far." She commanded her silent companion who still paced around her. Her bonds felt tight and his gaze seemed to burn her flesh.

"Who are you anyway? Just some two bit street punk no doubt…" She stopped her breath hissed from her clenched teeth as she saw exactly who she was dealing with. The man drew back his mask and leered at her. It was the leader of the thieves she had put away four years ago. She knew that she was in trouble.

At headquarters her boss looked angrily at his watch and lifted the phone to call her apartment, no reply, must already be on the way in. Her team members cracked jokes at her expense and took the opportunity to have a cup of coffee. The only one who was worried was May, her friend and the head of another team.

Rachel looked in amazement at her captor.

"Four long years I have waited for this moment, I have planned in my head every thing that I will do to you, every humiliation I have to offer you, you filthy bitch."

"You have no right!" She shouted
"No right, no right! I have every right, you cannot imagine the pain I have suffered at the hands of the inmates of that stinking prison, a place that I should never have gone to and I wouldn’t if it hadn’t been for trusting you. I have suffered because of your lies and you talk of rights! I have every right."

His hand went back, balled into a fist to strike her and she drew her face back.

"No I won’t hurt you yet, soon, very soon and I will let you know when." His voice was dangerously soft.

"Now open wide because its time to shut you up" He withdrew a piece of cloth from his pocket and as she opened her pretty, trembling lips he stuffed it into her mouth distending her face so she couldn’t shut her mouth. Then he moved behind her and knelt down. His hands came forward and caressed her face, and her neck then running down to her oversized breasts which he squeezed gently. A tear ran down her cheek and she hung her head in shame. Her abuser stepped back and undid her bonds. Gripping the pistol in his fist he gave his next order.

"Get undressed"

Slowly hesitantly she stood up, she tried to make eye contact with the man but the effort was too much. Then she unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it off. Her pretty blouse was next, she unbuttoned it with trembling fingers, hoping against hope that this nightmare would end. As she let it fall to the floor her impressive physique was revealed. Her firm and flat abdomen with the firm but large breasts jutting above it, their bra did not hide the way they stood out, a monument to a victory over gravity. Rachel could see the bulge in the man’s pants, she looked away as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. The man ordered her to turn slowly around and as she did he observed her g-string framed by her garter belt and lacy stocking tops. Her high heels still gave her quite a boost in height so he ordered her to kick them off. She reached round behind her and her clutching fingers unhooked her bra as she removed it she let out an involuntary sob and a tear rolled down her cheek. She used her arm to hide her massive breasts but the man stopped her.

"Put your hands on the back of your head." She was crying freely now but she did as he asked and her tits were lifted even move. They shook with each sob that wracked her body.

"Now put your hands on them and push them together" Tears dripped onto her cleavage as she pressed her impressive breasts together. The man admired their perfect shape and the way fear and the cold air caused her nipples to jut out half an inch from her body. The large aureoles crowned their splendour.

"Now strip the rest off." The mans voice was choked with lust at the blushing police officers shame. Her tentative tugs at her g-string revealed her neatly trimmed bush atop her pussy mound. The shape of her abdomen and thighs was perfect.

"Take the cloth out of your mouth" the man ordered and eagerly she pulled it out. But her momentary relief turned to despair when he ordered her to replace it with her panties.

Finally she removed her garter belt and stockings. When she had done so the man ordered her to her knees with her hands on the back of her head. As she knelt there she heard a click and tensed for the bang of a bullet slamming into her but instead a bright light erupted around her and she realised that she was being photographed.

The man gave her orders to take different poses each one evoking floods of tears of shame.

"Open your legs"

"Bend over"

"Lift your breasts"

"Look into the camera"

"Smile"

"Hold open your bum cheeks"

"Put your hand on your snatch" and what felt like a thousand other positions. It was then that she noticed he had put down the gun. As he gave her the next order she dived for it and snatched it up but instead of trying to stop her he took another photograph of her triumphant, tear stained face. She raised the gun, he put down the camera and advanced. She ordered him to halt but he kept on coming. She squeezed the trigger but there was only a click, she squeezed again but she knew the gun was empty. He grabbed her hair with one hand and tore the gun from her fingers with the other. She wailed as he pulled on her hair and then slapped her with his open palm on her face. He slapped her (not to injure just to cause pain) for a few moments. Then when she stopped struggling he flung her to the floor and called out.

"Come in"

The thug who had abducted her came in with a coffin under his arm. He lowered it to the floor and opened it. Together he and the other man lifted Rachel into the coffin then they hammered nails into the lid to seal it closed. Rachel then realised what was happening and began to hammer on inside but her efforts were in vain and she gave up. She felt the coffin being lifted and carried away but she was naked and powerless. Her face hurt from the slapping she had received, her scalp ached where her hair had been pulled and her belly throbbed from the punches it had got. Her mind burned with shame at the photo session and the enforced strip tease she had performed. She wept bitterly at her misfortune and tried to quell the rising panic that she would be buried alive.

Back at the police station her boss was organising a search for her but the news was not good. Her door key was found in the door of her apartment and her car was still there. A man had seen her getting into a car with another man. May was investigating the disappearance of her friend separately and she had got a bit further. She had a report of a richly dressed woman in one of the poorer areas of town and she was on her way over there to check it out. May was a compact woman, her athletic frame was at home in the gym or on the back of her high powered motorbike. She streaked through the streets passing little traffic just a few cars, a bus or two and a hearse.

Rachel realised that she was in a car because of the feeling of movement, she had no idea however of how close the search was to finding her. When the car stopped and her box was removed she was carried along for a while before being taken down a flight of steps and gently lowered to the ground. She felt the nails being removed and she gasped with relief as the lid was removed. She was roughly hauled out of the box and dumped on the cold stone floor of a basement. A single light bulb lit the room revealing the leader of the thieves in strange surroundings. There was a flight of steps leading to a door, two more doors at floor level, they were iron doors with little grilles in the centre like cell doors. The room was bare of furnishings apart from a stool and a bag by the mans feet.

"Sit on the stool" the man commanded and she clambered onto it and settled nervously.

"Why are you doing this?" She pleaded

"Why? Because its all that has kept me going for the last 4 years that’s why!" His voice was harsh.

"But you’ve only just got out of prison, do you want to go back?" she almost begged him

"I will never go back again, I know this because I am sure that anything I say or do to you will go no further" He scoffed. She shuddered at that statement but went on.

"Eventually, you are bound to slip up" her voice sounded unsure.

"Me! Never, there is no one to break my trust this time. The police will never find you!" He laughed aloud. She shivered, whether from the cold air on her naked skin or from fear he could not tell.

"It seems that I am not your only enemy, there are many police who would be glad if you were never found as well as several key members of the underworld who you have annoyed. I wouldn’t plan any holidays this year because you won’t be going anywhere"

A tear rolled down her cheek.

"Boo hoo, I can’t take what I can give!" he mocked

"Shut the fuck up, you make me sick." She stopped sobbing and looked at him with new defiance.

"You look cold", he suggested, "why don’t you take a little exercise around the room."

"I won’t, if you are going to kill me, get it over with but I am not going to play your game anymore." Her voice was indignant, she had summoned the last of her reserves.

"You won’t, oooooh! Well I am just going to have to make you. Just let me know when you change your mind." With that he stooped to the bag by his feet and withdrew a thick wooden paddle.

"Oh no" she yelped and made to dash for the stairs but he rushed up behind her before she could make it. He grabbed her long hair and dragged her to her knees. She moved her hands to her hair to stop the pain but he swung the paddle at her perfect buttocks. The sound of wood smacking flesh reverberated around the room as did her cry of surprise and pain. Her hands flew to her rump and so he dragged her by her hair to an all fours position. She had to put her hands down to stop herself falling. He swung the paddle again and pounded her fleshy rear again. Her sharp cry accompanied the sound of the paddle and her wobbling buns. She began to beg tearfully for mercy but he swung again. Crack! This time he struck her upper thigh. With one hand supporting her body and the other hand attempting to protect herself she made a pitiful sight.

Crack! Crack! Crack! The paddle landed with devastating accuracy on her backside again and again and again. Each blow was accompanied by a yell of pain and her continuing plea for mercy.

"Please, stop it hurts, ow ow ow!"

Crack

"Ooh! Please no more"

Crack

"Ouch! Please.

"Will you do as you are told?"

Crack

"Ow, yes yes yes"

"Will you disobey me again?"

Crack!
"Argh, no no no!"

He released her hair and stood back, she fell to the floor clutching her reddened rump and massaging its soft flesh.

"Right then bitch, now its time for your exercise, crawl around the room like the pussy that you are!"

Rachel began to raise herself up from the floor and crawl around the room.

"You don’t sound like a pussy" the man barked as he swatted her stinging rump again.

"Ouch, miaow miaow!" she wailed

"You are not crawling fast enough" the man complained swatting her rump again and again. He chased her round the room spanking her nude behind as often as he liked. His hungry gaze saw her tears drip to the floor, her swinging breasts, her red arse and glimpses of her pussy as she crawled around. He stopped chasing her and allowed her to stop as well then he put down the paddle and beckoned her back to the stool.

Reluctantly but fearfully she came and sat nervously on it.

"Tell me" he began "I want to know more about you"

"What do you want to know" she whimpered

"I want to know your dirty little secrets. I want to know what sexual antics you have been up to and what you dream about. I want all of it because if I think you are holding out on me I am going to beat your sexy little butt until its purple!"

When she heard that Rachel could have died of shame, all of her secrets! She considered lying but saw the look in the man’s eyes as he watched her, the risk was too great. She though he would probably beat her anyway but she had to try.

"What do you want to know?" She asked her face glowing red with embarrassment.

"Tell me about your affairs in the office." The man said.

"How the hell do you know about that?" she demanded.

"Remember your place bitch" he hissed

"Sorry" she muttered "in the office I have only had one affair. It was with my boss. He offered me the best cases if I gave him sexual favours. I agreed." She hung her head in shame at the admission and tears again welled up in her eyes. She carried on

"For several months I let him use me, I sucked his cock, I jerked him off with my tits, I let him come on my face." She paused unwilling to go on but the man growled at her.

"What else, what was the worst time?"

"The worst time was when he offered me a really exciting high profile case of murder, in return I had to…"

"What" he grunted, his excitement showing in his face

"I had to…" she couldn’t say it. He looked at her as if to say, if you don’t tell me I am going to beat you to death.

"I had to let him fuck me in the ass." She looked away from him making herself smaller.

"Is that it?" he asked amazed.

"No" she said "he fucked me in the ass while two other guys from the department fucked my pussy and my mouth. Once they had started doing it I wanted to stop but they held me and forced me. What was worse was that they taped the entire thing and used it to blackmail me to repeat the performance. After that it got worse they made me perform for them three more times before I managed to blackmail them against their wives with a similar tape (she couldn’t help but keep the smug note of satisfaction from her voice) that I made when they used me. They couldn’t keep their faces out of that one."

"What did you have to do then?" he demanded. Once again she looked away and said quietly. "They made me dildo my own bum-hole while they jerked off over my face. Then when they had recovered they took turns to fuck my anus whilst I fucked my pussy with a dildo. It took me two days before I could walk properly"

"What sexual fantasies do you have?" the man lustily grunted. His erection was obvious and he gently stroked it with his hand.

"I don’t have any" she lied

"I could beat it out of you" he grinned and looking at his face she knew he was telling the truth.

"All right, I’ll tell you" she murmured. "I fantasise about forcing men to lick my pussy"

"And what else?" he growled

"That’s it" she lied again. Without another word he unbuckled his belt and started to take it off.

"Please no!" she begged

"Then tell me" was the simple reply.

"I dream of forcing another woman to do it with me." Her face blushed redder than ever.

"Give me more detail" he ordered a sparkle in his eye.

"In my fantasy I arrest some woman for some petty crime and take her down the station for questioning. I go into her cell and order her to strip, she refuses so I hit her. I punch her face, her belly, her tits and her pussy. I really beat her up then I start to strip her.

Rachel closed her eyes. She was so embarrassed that she could not look at him, her dirtiest lesbian fantasy revealed. She prayed this would be enough to satisfy him. He was massaging his groin and leering at her intently.

"I strip her naked and I keep hitting her, I hitch up my skirt and take off my panties. Then I squat over her face, I make her use her tongue to lick my asshole. While she is licking I twist her nipples and slap her tits about. Then I get out one of those double ended dildo things and use it to fuck her with, I would fuck her in her pussy and then in her arse and finally in her mouth so she cleans it off. When I was done I would let her go and she would thank me for it."

Rachel opened her eyes and saw that her captor was grinning, there was a wet patch on his trousers. Without another word he grabbed her by her arm, dragged her over one of the cells and threw her in, he bolted the door and then left switching off the lights and plunging the entire room into darkness on his way out. Rachel felt her way around the cold cell, she found a mattress in the corner and a blanket to go with it.

 

For good reason, Rachel’s boss called off the search, he didn’t want the bitch back. But the Chinese woman wouldn’t take no for an answer.

"We have to keep searching for her, she is a police officer." She whined

"We don’t have the resources to deal with it!" He was nearly shouting

"How can you give up on her like this, I’m not giving up I am just waiting for a ransom demand." The alteration to his story did not go down well.

"We know what they want, they already have it, we have to find her before its too late! If you won’t search then I will." She stormed out of the office in a huff, slamming the door behind her and grabbing her biker jacket.

The policeman picked up the phone and dialled.

"Tom, we might have a problem, the Chinese whore is still looking for her. Did you get the tape?"

"I got the tape, if she is found then we have nothing to worry about, still it would be nice to leave her in the hands of that psycho for a while, he may even teach her a valuable lesson or two."

"Right, get onto him and warn him about the Chinese girl, make sure he knows everything about her. Thanks Tom." He put down the phone and smiled to himself.

The next morning Rachel was awakened by light shining through the grille in the door. She could also hear heavy objects being moved around. She stood up with the blanket around her and peered through the grille. Outside in the cellar the room had a few more items in it. There was she noticed, for the first time a series of hooks in the ceiling as well as some unidentifiable wooden objects on the floor. There were two of them, large with leather straps and manacles. She shuddered, wondering what new horrors the day would bring. A video camera had been set up in each corner of the room and extra lights had been placed strategically. There was a cupboard on the wall and the man was putting items into it. With him stood the thug. They appeared to be discussing something, she only caught snatches of it but what she heard she did not like.

"….keep her….May….move her….let’s make…..unpleasant for her."

Rachel crumpled to the floor. Could they really keep her here until May, surely she would be found by then. She didn’t like the talk of unpleasant and making things, she was scared. If only she had known the truth!

"We’ll keep her here, what’s her name?" "May" "If we get her we can move her here, lets make her reception really unpleasant!"

The two men formulated their plan and then the leader made a short phone call. He turned and approached the cell. The thug left the room."

As he unlocked the door Rachel’s naked form burst out, she kicked at him and knocked him down. She raced up the stairs but found the door at the top locked. It was too sturdy to break down. She turned to see the man get up and look up at her. He took a remote control out of his pocket and clicked it. The cameras started rolling.

"Come over here and lie on the floor face down." He grinned.

"Fuck you asshole" She screamed.

"As you wish" he stated. He unbuckled and removed his belt. Holding the buckle he advanced on her. She quickly leapt down the stairs and faced him. He stood absolutely still and waited. Sweat broke out on her brow but he was icily calm. Suddenly she moved with a cry. She dived to get past him to the cupboard. He stepped back to allow her to pass. She reached it and found it was locked. Too sturdy to smash she turned again seeking a weapon or a way out. He moved like lightning. His hand flicked out and the belt licked her belly.

"Aaaahhh" she screamed at the sudden pain. Her scream was accompanied by his chuckle.

"You have two choices" he murmured, submit to three lashes now as a punishment or I whip you into submission then you take three lashes.

"Fuck you" she panted and dived at him to attack. He was faster than lightning. He side stepped and again his belt stroked her body. This time it was her back that received a red stripe.

"Fuck" she screamed as white hot pain coursed over her body and she lost her footing. While she was down he flicked the whip twice, once on her backside and once on the sole of her foot. He allowed her to stand up and waited for her to stop cursing before he struck again. The first blow of the belt snapped onto her lower back the second one she caught. She held it firmly and moved in to strike him but again his speed was too much. He ducked her blow and struck her face with his open hand. She staggered back and sank down releasing the belt.

"Just say when you’ve had enough" he mocked as he moved in again. Two more lashes to her thighs had her rolling on the ground and trying in vain to dodge the blows of his lash. Again and again it fell on her screaming body, she was striped all over her back, legs and belly.

"Enough" she screamed, "please no more" He laughed then at the naked, weeping girl on the floor at his feet. He laughed loud and long and his laughter stung her just like any whip.

"You agree to take three lashes?" he looked down on her with disdain

"Yyes" she stammered.

"I am going to put three stripes on your breasts, you massive creamy titties." He laughed again at his own obscenity.

"Yes sir" she murmured, broken.

"On your knees, lean back and push up your titties so I can whip them." His triumph rang true with her silence and her painful attempts to achieve the position. When she was pushing her tits up to him he had her clasp her ankles and turning to the cupboard he unlocked it and took out two pairs of handcuffs. He cuffed each of her hands to her ankles so she was forced to maintain the position.
"After each blow you must thank me and beg me for another one, if I don’t think you are grateful and needy you will get a further blow. Is that clear?" he put down his belt and took from the cupboard a thin, leather riding crop. He tested its flexibility and swooshed it through the air.

"I can’t hear you" he bellowed.

"Ppplease, sir, would it be possible for you to hit my breasts?" her voice pleaded with him. He could feel his erection growing, he was going to enjoy this.

"Pardon, did I say be polite?"

"Sorry sir" she started again "sir, hit my breasts with that crop"

"I don’t think you want it" he said "why don’t you try it and then ask again" with that he slashed the crop through the air and brought it down on her impressive right breast.

"Aaarrrgh" she screamed "stop stop, no no no" tears flowed from her eyes and her lips trembled. A thin red line appeared across her beautiful breasts. The man drew his arm back again and said harshly

"Not good enough!" his hand descended and again she wailed out at the second line on her tits. They jiggled at the impact. This time she composed herself and stammered out

"Thank you sir, that was wonderful, please hit them again, make them shake."

He answered her with a lash of pain across her jugs.

"yowwww" she wailed but managed again to control herself.

"That was great, thank you sir, please I need another one."

He laughed and struck again, this time it was right on her nipples. She screamed uncontrollably but he didn’t care. He simply lashed her tits again and again. They shook and wobbled at each blow and the crimson lines ran over each other and mingled.

Between each blow she stammered out her thanks.

"please, more…yes that’s good…oww…argh…nooo…please hit me again."

Eventually the blows stopped falling and the man stood back to review his handy work. Rachel was a mess of red lines, her perfect breasts were stripy, her nipples were sore and swollen and her chest heaved as she struggled for breath. The man turned to the cabinet removed a pot of cream and crouched by her.

"This will sting for a while but it will help you heal quickly." He panted lustily over her breasts. Rachel lolled back, broken, ruined. As he began to massage the cold cream into her breasts and the worse lashes from her belt she began to feel the stinging pain. At first it was bearable. Nothing compared to the lashes lasting imprints of pain but it grew. It grew as he spread it over her entire body. She knew he was enjoying her agony because when he was massaging her bottom his finger slipped between her cheeks and pressed the fiery cream into her anus. If it wasn’t so much pain to move Rachel would have been thrashing about. All she could manage was a weak mewling and twitching away from his finger. The man watched her pulsing anus for a few seconds before he undid her shackles and carried her back to her cell. He placed an apple, a couple of bread rolls, a plastic bottle of water and an empty bucket in her cell. He also allowed her a roll of toilet paper. Rachel wept as she lay there painfully. It was too much effort even to feed her starving body or to relieve her aching bowels and full bladder. She lay there for a long time before she managed to do any of those things.

Meanwhile May was getting closer. She had found that several burglaries had taken place from some warehouses near the docks, things that could be used to torture and imprison a woman as well as video equipment and medical supplies. At last she had a lead. It was mid afternoon in the docks and May was walking around, observing and questioning various people. She noticed a shifty looking character observing her and confidently strode up to him to see what he knew.

"What do you know about all the theft going on round here?" She demanded

"There ain’t much that goes down round here that I don’t know" He smirked

"Well what do you know" She probed him again

"Maybe nothing" he smiled. She did not like this guy, he was hard faced and brutish and yet he seemed to have something familiar about him. She was sure she had seen his face before.

"Do you realise that hindering an investigation is a criminal offence" she barked. He did not answer, just turned and walked into a warehouse. She followed him and demanded.

"You had better tell me what you know or… or…" Her confidence failed at the look in his eye.

"Or what, what will you do for me if I tell you?" He was the confident one now. May thought about her situation for a minute.

"I can tell you" He went on "that I know a great deal about this gang. A great deal!" She looked at his inscrutable face and thought.
"How do I know you have anything for me?" She said

"You are just going to have to trust me, if you want to know you are going to have to do something for me." A slight twinkle came into his eye and it made her nervous

"What?" She barked, "what do you want?"

"I only seem to remember stuff after I have had a good screw" His face was still hard but there was laughter in his eyes.

"You are joking, no information would be worth screwing you for." She laughed outwardly but she knew where this was headed.

"I can tell you exactly where they will strike next and when" His voice held no word of a lie.

"It might be worth something" she went on "I am not going to screw you but I will show you my tits" She couldn’t believe she was doing this or how horny she was. For her entire life she had been in control and now she was on the edge of losing it she was almost desperate to screw this guy.

"No deal" he flatly stated, he had recognised the hint of lust in her voice. "You strip naked and suck me off." His request was amazing to the female detective but what was even more amazing was the fact that she was still negotiating.

"I will suck you off, but I will stay fully clothed." She was almost panting now, barely concealing her lust.

"Get your tits out and suck me off, then we have a deal" He knew she could not refuse.

"Ok," she said, "but this information had better be worth it."

May sank to her knees, she slowly and seductively started to unbutton her blouse. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and hotter. She undid her bra and let her small, firm breasts come into view. The man presented his groin and she gently unzipped his rigid cock. As she took it in her hand she saw a drop of precum glistening on the end. Her other hand went to her snatch and began to rub it. She ran her pink tongue along the mans organ and nibbled at his balls. He moaned in excitement and allowed her to run her tongue back along its length. Then she eased it into her mouth and nibbled the end of it with her teeth. She pushed forward and felt the massive organ pressing at the back of her throat. It was at least eight inches long and incredibly hard. Suddenly he took control and she relinquished it readily. He began to fuck her face, gently at first but then harder and harder. Each stroke of his cock was accompanied by a grunt from his throat. He pressed into her throat and she struggled to accept him. She swallowed him into it and sucked hard. He could feel his cock buried in her throat and he knew that it wouldn’t be long before he came. She was close to cumming as well, so close that she had to have him inside her. She pulled away and unbuttoned her trousers. Tugging them down she revealed her tight buns and perfect pussy. The man moved towards her and she turned over onto all fours.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me like a dog, give it to me you fucking bastard." She panted with lust and the man gladly mounted her. With one thrust he buried his prick deep into her pussy and slammed it home. He withdrew until only the tip was in then slammed back in again. He was in control again and he pulled her short hair to drag her back onto him.

"Fuck me harder," she begged "Give it to my little pussy, grab my tits, pull my hair and fuck me harder." She was nearly screaming now and the man was grunting faster and faster, louder and louder. He grabbed her tits with both hands allowing her to take his weight. He twisted her nipples and gripped her breasts. She was in ecstasy. She screamed out

"I’m cumming, don’t stop, keep pumping me. Harder." He did as required and as he felt her body buck into an orgasm he rode out the ride, he was close to cumming.

"Cum on my face" she begged "please"

He withdrew and turned her round she opened her mouth and he shouted out his lust as his seed spilled over her face. Some of it went into her mouth the rest landed on her cheek. She collapsed, spent.

"Wednesday night, warehouse 31, the gang are going to steal video editing equipment. They always strike at 4 am" He did his trousers up and walked out of the building. May panting with shame and lust dressed her self and tried to straighten her self up. She wiped the semen off her face and into a rag then she too left the building. She did not see the second man hiding behind the crates. He had stopped his taping the scene and he packed the camera away. He was chuckling to himself as he walked to the next doors warehouse and into the basement.

Rachel watched the man return to the basement and replace the camera on its post. She watched him with fear and he went back upstairs and began moving more equipment down into the basement. He fixed manacles to the walls and dragged a huge metal box down the stairs. He was whistling while he worked and smiling happily. Rachel cowered in fear as to what would happen next.

After an hour or so the man walked over to her cell door and opened it. He handed her a big, baggy shirt, a bowl of warm water, a bar of soap and a cheese sandwich he also had a can of beer which he poured into a plastic beaker for her. She was grateful for the food, she had no idea of the time but she knew that she was hungry. He watched her as she ate and drank then he ordered her to clean herself. Between her legs especially. She washed her hair first. The routine of it relaxed her. Then she washed her face and her tender breasts. The cream had worked wonders, the red lines were faint and she knew they would be gone in another day. When she had cleaned herself he took all of her things, except the shirt and the water. He took the bucket of her excreta and then locked her back in her cell.

Soon he returned the bucket then he took a videocassette that he had placed on the metal box and left the room. She was again plunged into darkness.

May was in the locker room changing her clothes when the chief burst in and demanded her presence in his office. He did not seem to mind that she was in her underwear. She quickly pulled on her trousers and blouse and made her way to his office. When she entered she knew she was in trouble, everyone else apart from about six guys had gone home. They smirked at her as she walked into the office.

"You stupid bitch" her boss screamed

"What is it Mr Michaels?" She was genuinely unaware of what he had got.

"Look" he barked and she turned to the television screen to see an image of herself being fucked by the man from the warehouse. She was begging him to fuck her and pushing herself back on his cock.

"Oh shit" she said

"Shit indeed" He bawled "this is the end of your career" he shouted "that’s it"

"But sir…" She began tears forming on her cheek

"No May, there is no way I can cover this up unless…" He stopped and looked at her

"Unless what, name it and I will do it" she sobbed

"Unless you start behaving like that here as well" He was grim and fierce

"What do you mean?" She stammered, she knew what he meant, and she knew that her career depended on her co-operation. She also knew that she was horny as hell.

"You know what I mean" he grunted, "you let us use you and you won’t hear of this tape ever again." He was smiling grimly now

"What do you want me to do" She hung her head in shame but she could feel her pussy again start to juice up.

"Lets start by getting you undressed." He smiled as she began to remove her blouse for another man for the second time that day.

She let her blouse fall to the floor, her eyes downcast and she began to remove her trousers.

"You’re a monster" she spat but he just laughed and watched as she undid her bra. Her small proud titties stood erect. Her nipples were a testament to her arousal. She removed her panties and let them fall to the floor. She blushed at her nakedness and the lusty eyes of her boss.

"I want to see you, every inch of you. Turn around"

She did as he commanded.

"bend over"

facing away from him she bent over and as he commanded she held open her butt cheeks to show him her tight anus.

"Hold open your pussy"

She parted her lips and he could see clearly how wet she was. He opened his desk drawer and took out his electric razor.

"Shave it off" he commanded and she complied. The buzzing and vibrating instrument nearly sent her into an orgasm. When her pussy was bald he handed her a tub of Vaseline and ordered her to grease up her anus. May was so horny by now that she couldn’t resist. She realised that she wanted this as much as her disgusting boss. But she wanted more than just him. She didn’t realise how much more she would get.

May’s nude and bald body was displayed for Mr Michael’s hungry gaze. Grunting obscenely he beckoned her over. He unzipped his cock and she straddled him while he sat in his chair. She could not look at him, fearful that he would see the lust in her eyes. She kept up the pretence of not wanting him but she could not hide her wet pussy or her panting breath. Without waiting for an order she lowered her pretty pussy onto his stiff cock. It was not a monster but it was not a tiny cock. A respectable six inches that plunged in and out of her small Chinese pussy as she raised and lowered it. The breath hissed from between his teeth as he banged her. She bit her lip, desperate to stay silent but Mr Michael’s would not allow her to be silent. He reached around to her well-lubricated ass and drove his finger into her virgin anus. She squealed. He used his other hand to pinch her nipple and hissed at her.

"You want this don’t you, you fucking slut" He grunted

"Please Mr Michael, please stop you’re hurting me" She lied, she needed sex more than ever but she could not give in to him. He put both hands on her nipples and pinched her hard.

"Harder" she murmured

"Pardon slut?" he leered

"Fuck me harder, hurt my titties, I need it, give it to me, fuck me please." May was losing control.

"What are you?" he demanded as he twisted her nipples round.

"I’m a slut sir, I live to be fucked, I need to be hurt, I like people to use me, I am a whore a free shag, a stupid pain slut." She was weeping tears of lust and pain, she writhed on his cock in an orgasm. He slapped her across the face and gripped her hips. He pumped into her pussy harder and harder. He could feel every move of her body. Her cunt gripped him like a glove and seemed to suck his cock. He ground his hips into her hissing insults and curses into her ears. May rubbed herself obscenely against the man, she took his abuse, the pain from her tits drove her on to new depths of lust, she was a slut and she knew it. She forgot her career, her life, her friends, she even forgot the search for Rachel. All she could think about was the sensation from her pussy and tits. She carried on grinding her hips into him. He slapped her again and gripped her bobbed hair, pulling down hard until he grunted and shook into a savage orgasm. May could feel his cock pulsing semen into her pussy and she felt dirtier and hornier than she had ever felt before

Breathing heavily he pushed her off his lap and she lay there on the floor. He reached down and rubbed more lubricant into her anus. He knew she would need it.

"Go out into the office and tell the men there what you want and why. Her cheeks were crimson as she realised what she was but she obliged the man. She stood up, moved to the door opened it and stepped out into the office. She looked around at the six leering men.

"I want all of you to fuck me, use me and hurt me as much as you want. I want this because I am nothing but sex on legs, a slut, a free whore, a hole for you to use. I want you to hurt me because I deserve it and it makes me horny."

There was silence for a second or two and the men just stared at her then she bent over a table and shouted

"Who is first" lust was evident in her voice.

A middle aged man stood up. He was in her team and he hated her. He hated her because she was a woman, a young Chinese woman who was in charge of him. A woman who would doubtless have risen even further above him simply because she was in the right place at the right time. Well, he thought to himself, this time she is in the right place at the wrong time.

As he stepped up behind her he looked down with disgust at her nude body. His cock was raging hard and he reached down and undid the zip. It leapt out like a wild thing. May looked round at him and caught the look in his eye. She began to feel afraid. He gripped her short black hair and with his other hand he manoeuvred his cock to the waiting mouth of her bald cunt.

"I’ve waited for this along time" he grunted as he slammed into her and simultaneously pulled hard on her hair. She cried out her pain and lust and began to hump back against him as he brutally fucked her. The other men gathered around and cheered him on.

"Fuck the stupid Chinese slut, she deserves it."

"Hammer her fucking pussy"

"Give her one for me"

"Hurt the bitch, she wants it"

"Look how horny she is, look at that pussy juice!"

It was then that one of the men had the bright idea to put his cock in her mouth. As he unveiled his thick, black organ May gasped and stared. She greedily opened her mouth to accept it and sucked it into her mouth. Her hands caressed his balls while the slapping of the mans groin against her ass rang out. She slurped greedily on his cock but he wasn’t satisfied. She gurgled and choked as he pressed it into the back of her throat but she managed to swallow it down.

"Look at the way her throat is bulging around his cock!"

"I want to go next"

"What a fucking whore, man she should be on the streets!"

May’s face burned with shame at their comments and abuse but she was not in control and they wouldn’t let her stop even if she wanted to.

Suddenly the man shagging her grunted and came. His seed spilling deep into her insides. He withdrew and the next guy stepped up. He quickly filled her pussy with his hot rod, she could feel him stretching her and at the same time feel the black guys cock in her throat pulse and flood her throat with sticky semen. He quickly withdrew, wiping the slime off his cock on her cheek. The next man stepped forward and presented his cock to her mouth. She accepted it and as it pounded in and out of her mouth she felt her orgasm ripple through her body. She writhed and grunted in lust at the treatment she was receiving. She wanted this more than they wanted to give it.

The man in her pussy and the man in her mouth shot their loads at the same time. One over her backside the other over her face. She loved it. Before she could recover she was lifted up and then lowered again. One of the men was underneath her, his cock in her pussy the other man stepped up to her arse.

"Are you sure this is OK May?" He asked

"Please will someone fuck me" She begged

"Just fuck her arse" the middle aged cop said.

The man gripped her hips and slammed into her. Her virgin anus instantly gripped his cock. She screamed out her passion and pain at the anal intruder and at that signal both men began to bang her in earnest. The other four men started to bet on who would last the longest.

"Fiver says that Jonno cums first!" one of the men says

"You are on, Mack screws his girl every night, he’s gonna last longest."

"Lets raise the stakes" the middle aged bloke said. "The men who guess correctly the time both of those fuckers take to cum will get to decide what happens to May for the rest of the night, right?"

"Sure" the men all agreed. Each man placed his bet, the middle aged man (Joe) went last. He bet the longest time.

Meanwhile May was taking the two cocks well, she was in the midst of her third orgasm and as it shook her body she triggered the man in her pussy to have his orgasm too. She writhed atop him while the man in her ass gripped her hips and kept on screwing.
"So tight" he murmured "just like a 14 year old virgins cunt"

"Only dirtier" Joe laughed. The men laughed with him and this put the man in her ass off. By the time he had regained his stroke May was begging him to fuck her harder.

"Please I need it in my ass, more please harder. Hurt my ass, pull my hair, treat me like the whore I am"

The man grabbed her short bobbed hair and pulled. His hands scraped down her back and then he reached around and gripped her titties. May wailed and began to writhe about again. Her anus twitched and puckered around the pumping cock and drove the man over the edge. He twisted her stiff nipples and creamed into her anus. Her bowels injected with semen. As he withdrew panting Joe stepped forward and announced.

"Looks like I win fellas, first things first lets take a break and then decide what to do with the stupid whore."

The men wandered away and grabbed a bottle of whisky from Joe’s desk. They discussed May but she was too worn out to hear. She needed a break.

When the men returned they knew what they were going to do. One of the men left the room while the others took May to the showers. They cleaned her off, running their hands over her beautiful body, touching her tits, ass and pussy, her hard abdomen and her firm thighs. She felt fingers wriggle into her bum hole and she moaned with delight. The men stepped back and one of them ordered

"make yourself cum for us."

May instantly obliged. Her hands travelled down her body as the water from the shower flowed over her, she twisted her nipples and gripped her breasts, squeezing them roughly. She ran her hands down to her naked pussy and teased the lips apart. Her eyes were closed. If they had been open they would have seen that one of the men was filming her. Her finger slipped into her cunt and she moaned with delight.

"Here use these" one of the men said, pressing two thick rubber torches into her hands. Her eyes remained closed as she felt the long, thick cylinders in her hands. She turned away from the men and spread her legs. They could clearly see her anus and her pussy. Water splashed down onto her back and ran between her legs. She moaned and twitched her ass, swaying it back and forth as she positioned the first torch at the entrance to her pussy. Slowly but surely she drove it into her, it was ten inches long at least not including the thicker head but all of the stock disappeared almost impossibly into her petite cunt. The men gasped and May bucked her hips uncontrollably as the rubber torch rubbed the walls of her naked pussy.

Next she placed the second torch at the entrance to her bum. She pushed it against her anus but it was too thick and she was not strong enough to force it in.

"help me" she whimpered "help me shove this thing up my back passage, I know its too big but I really want it in there." May handed the torch to one of the men, her eyes opened and shame registered at the sight of the video camera but she was too far gone to care much. She placed both her hands on the wall of the shower and braced herself. The other torch remained stuck up her cunt, held there by friction. The man with the torch put two fingers against her anus and drove them in. May moaned and pushed her backside out at him. The man drove three fingers in and the video camera moved round to catch the pain showing on Mays face.
"More" She begged "more, more, hurt me, hurt my anus, I need it" Pussy juice dripped among the water from the shower and the man pushed four fingers into her back passage. He removed his fingers and her anus took a few seconds to close. Before it had shut fully he placed the torch on the hole and pushed.

"Aaargh" Mai wailed "Push harder, get it all the way in, Aaargh!" She was in great pain as they drove the torch into her anus. It was a miracle that it didn’t split. Slowly but surely the torch slid home. When it was in place May took over again. Her face was a picture of pain and lust, she began to pump the torches in and out of her body. Biting her lip May wiggled the ends of the torches around, she gasped in pain but then she sank to her knees and her body bucked in an amazing orgasm. Water fell on her uplifted face as she used both hands to drive the torch in and out of her anus. She screamed in passion and lust before she collapsed in a heap. Joe stepped forward, shut off the shower and pulled out the torches roughly.

Her pussy was gaping open, slowly closing and her anus was wide and cavernous. As the men watched both closed again.

"She’s got an elastic asshole" One of the men joked

"I doubt we could get the torch back in!" Another one commented.

Joe motioned the men to silence,

"On your feet bitch, the night is young and you’re talents are still required."

May stood up,

"Dry your slutty body and put this on" Joe commanded.

The man who had been out of the room had been gathering things up. He passed her a towel and when she was dry her underwear and a police uniform which consisted of a blouse, hat and skirt. She dressed hurriedly hoping that she would get more from these men. She wouldn’t but there were some men who had plenty to give. Joe roughly handcuffed her wrists behind her back and then put masking tape over her mouth. He led her out of the showers and down the corridor and down the stairs. She wondered where she was going but she noticed that the other officers were no where to be seen. Just Joe and her, suddenly she realised where they were, they were in the cells. There was one cell for all non violent prisoners, drunks, thieves and other miscreants. As she looked into it she saw about 20 men, some awake and some sleeping. They all woke up at the catcalls and whistles.

"I brought you a present." Joe laughed "her name is May and she is a police woman as you can see, she is willing to serve you all but I have taped her mouth to prevent her from screaming as I am sure that some of you will want to play rough! Don’t kill her as we need her alive, she dies and I assure you that you will all die!" With that he opened the cell door and pushed May into the cell. Then he turned and walked away smiling to him self that the security cameras would catch the entire evening’s fun for detective May.

As May staggered into the cell, the criminals went berserk! They crowded round her, grabbing her ass, tits and mauling her face. Some of the guys were trying to hit her but the press of men kept their blows from doing any real damage. She was cuffed across the face, hit in the belly and back and her feet were stamped on. May was terrified. Her pussy was dripping wet with lust but she was terrified of the ordeal that was ahead of her. Suddenly the entire crowd gave back. One man had called them off. May recognised him, he was a notorious gangster and well respected in the underworld for his hatred of cops and his merciless brutality. May looked at his hard lined body, dressed as he was in smart trousers and a shirt he stood out from the drunks and hoodlums but they all obeyed what he said.

"Stand back, I will decide what happens to the bitch over there," he stepped closer to her and looked into her eyes. She backed away from him.

"Raphael find out what the boys want to do with her and organise them will you" he confidently issued the command to a brute of a man, massively built he stood proudly in a chauffeur’s uniform.

While the excited criminals discussed her fate the man introduced himself.

"My dear, welcome to our cell, my name is Dominic and I will be your host for the next few hours, comply with what we want and you will survive but should you resist then I will personally see to it that you receive a scar to remind you of your time amongst us." He traced his long thumb nail over her eyes.

"I will not rape you, I would not soil my manhood with your filthy pig juices, but I will enjoy your company, ON YOUR KNEES" his sudden shout terrified her and she sank down swiftly. His booted foot forced her forward and then turned her sideways. He kicked her swiftly and she fell forward on to her face. Her ass up in the air.

"Hold that position" he ordered. She complied, freezing every muscle in her body. The other criminals stopped talking and looked at Dominic. He stooped down and lifted her skirt over her knickers revealing the wet patch in the crotch. He hooked his finger into her panties waist band and pulled them down to her mid thigh. He stared for a second at her clenched ass and bald pussy then he announced.

"The first thing we need to do is punish this fucking whore for her choice of profession, form a queue men and follow my lead!" His well spoken words went down a storm with the men as Dominic knelt down beside her and slowly drew back his arm.

"One blow each gentlemen, that should be enough for now."

His thickly corded muscular arm whipped down and his open palm landed with a resounding smack on May’s tight, muscular arse. May’s muffled protests were laughed at by the men, if only they could hear what she was trying to say. May was going mad with desire, she was desperate for a long hard cock in her ass or her pussy or preferably both, her body ran with sweat and her pussy was awash with juice. The second criminal stepped up and raised his arm. His blow landed on her tightly clenched buttocks. May was screaming behind the tape over her mouth. The men laughed at her distress and the third guy stepped up. May felt the blow land on her ass but still she clenched it. As each man stepped up he admired her shaven pussy, her tight ass and her firm thighs. By the tenth blow May had to relax her ass muscles, as she did so Dominic and Raphael moved in to hold her ass apart.

"Hit her right on her anus" Dominic ordered of the next guy who gladly slapped his hand against May’s abused anus. The blow lit fires of pain in May who then tried to escape, Raphael and Dominic held her firmly. The next three blows reddened her asshole and then the two men holding her turned her over.

"Slap her bald pussy" was Dominic’s next command. The final five blows sent May into an orgasm. The pain of having her already sore pussy slapped by five strong men was nearly too much for the poor girl. Each blow drove sparks of lust into her belly, she felt like she would explode and when the orgasm came the men thought it was just her attempt to escape. The half-naked girl writhed in the arms of her captors. Her hands securely chained behind her back her oriental skin shimmered with sweat as she shook her naked ass and pussy at the men. They applauded lewdly and made ready for the next stage of her humiliation.

Raphael called out four of the men and handed May over to them. The rest of the group gathered round in a loose circle to watch her. One of the four men stepped forward and turned May onto her back. He parted her legs with his arms and looked down at her small, battered pussy. He unzipped himself and showed May his eight-inch cock. Her eyes bulged at its vein-ridden shaft and bulbous head. She longed for the man to stick it into her tight twat and the man quickly obliged her. He placed the cock at the mouth of her pussy and slowly eased it in, inch by swarthy inch. May felt each detail of his phallus as he fed her pussy with it. Every ridge and bump drove her towards another massive orgasm. She pushed her pussy lewdly at the man to encourage him but he needed no encouragement for at that moment he began to withdraw his cock from her. Slowly he withdrew it then slowly he slid it back in. He was like a locomotive accelerating, every stroke was faster than the last. Each pump of his hips was just a little more brutal. The crowd of men was silent, only their ragged erotic breathing could be heard then gradually as the rapist increased his speed a slapping sound could be heard. Each time he slammed his hips forward they slapped against her belly with an audible slap.

Slap, slap, slap

May was grunting and squealing behind her gag. Her hips pumped back against him and her body shook into yet another tremendous orgasm. As she writhed and bucked under him he reached forward like a driver reaching for the controls of his vehicle. He gripped her small, firm bust in his grasping fingers and used them like levers to pump even harder and faster. He cared not if he hurt her, her squeals turned him on. He thought her wriggles were attempts to dislodge him and he grinned savagely at their actual effect. Finally he neared his climax, he leaned back and as his hips slap, slapped their steady rhythm he howled his climax and squeezed her breasts. He kept pumping until he relaxed and rolled off her, spent.

The next guy to step forward was a black guy. His massive cock was at least 9" long. He waved it like a magic wand to May and ordered her to turn over. She turned presenting her backside to him. He drew her onto her knees and slammed his rigid tool into her box. As he began pumping away May saw the next guy step forward, he presented his 8" cock to her face but as her lips were sealed he decided to give her a cock whipping. He started to bludgeon his cock against her face, slapping her nose and mouth, cheeks and eyes. Her mind whirled at the inescapable blows landing on her pretty face. The black guy behind her joked with the crowd about how she was tight for him but the next dude would find her loose. They scoffed and one of them remarked

"After we finish with her, everyone will find her loose."

The men laughed and encouraged the two men.

The man beating her face with his cock stopped and began to jerk it off. He aimed it at her eyes and suddenly sticky strands of cum shot across her face. It landed on her eyes and nose and ran slowly down her face. When the black guy saw that he withdrew his slime coated cock and he too beat off over her face. May accepted the second wad of juice with poor grace, she wanted to swallow it down but it was simply wasted by coating her face. She wished the men would remove her gag.

The next guy was even quicker, he had an enormous cock that stood out like an iron bar from hid muscular physique. As he approached May he showed it to her and she lifted her pussy ready to receive it. The man placed it at the entrance to her soiled cunt and with one massive lunge he jabbed it all into her. Then he slid all but an inch or so of it out and slammed it back in again. May felt the pain of her poor stretched cunt, she felt the intruder slam in again and again. The men pointed to her abdomen where you could see the bulge the cock made as it slammed into her. As it rocketed back and forth, May fought to keep silent but the pain and humiliation was too much. Her body wriggled as another orgasm slammed into her. Her knees went week and the man had to hold her up. He continued to pound her pussy. It was stretched around his cock so tight she felt like it would split but it didn’t. Then he came, she felt his cum flood her insides like a hot spray of molten metal. Her next orgasm hit and she slumped weakly to the floor as the pleasure washed over her.

"Look at her cunt, its all sloppy! Lets fuck her ass next!" The next man hollered as he stepped forward. He lifted her ass up and used his hands to pry open her ass cheeks. His probing fingers wormed their way into her already defiled anus and felt the lubrication. "She’s ready to go" he said slapping her ass and getting his cock out. May’s red spanked bum quivered in anticipation of the pumping it was about to receive. The men drew closer to watch his cock sink into her back passage and the man gave them quite a show. Grabbing the waist line of her skirt he drew her back onto his cock. As each inch plunged into her ass May’s quivering and struggling told of another orgasm.

"Look at the fuckin’ whore, she loves it" the man bellowed and May certainly did. She allowed the man to use the waistband of her skirt to pump her buns up and dow