Rape

It was county sheriff’s deputy, Saundra Hollander’s first day on patrol by herself. Just the day before her trainer, experienced deputy Max Windimere, had certified her as ready to be on her own. As she rounded a corner that morning on one of the county’s rural roads she saw a car on the side of the road with a dark haired woman in the driver’s seat. Saundra brought her patrol car to a stop behind the car. She tried to radio in her location to dispatch but the radio wasn’t responding. “Oh well,” she thought. “This should just take a minute.” Getting out of the patrol car, she walked over to the other auto and asked through the open window, “Do you need any help, ma’am. Can I do anything for you?”

“You sure can,” the woman replied as she suddenly produced a gun pointed directly at Saundra. “You can step back from the car and keep your hands where I can see them.”

Knowing that she could never get to her own automatic pistol before being shot, Saundra did as she was told. The woman got out and told the deputy to turn around. She obeyed.

Saundra felt the gun being taken from her holster then her handcuffs from her belt.

“Hands behind your back.”

“Listen,” Saundra began. “You’re making a big —-!”

“Shut up bitch!” the woman commanded. “Just do as you are told.”

Silently Saundra put her hands behind her back and got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as her cuffs were snapped around her wrists.

“Well, well,” came a male voice to her side. “What have you caught yourself, babe?”

Saundra turned to look at the two men who were just stepping out of the woods and her heart practically leapt to her throat. She recognized them from the flyers she had seen. They were Nate Stoldrom and Pete Hammil, two convicted serial rapists who had recently escaped from the state penitentiary.

“Just a wandering little pig,” the woman replied. “You want me to pop her?”

“Not before I have a chance to fuck her,” Hammil put in. “This must be our lucky day. We stop to take a pee and a hot looking bitch falls right into our laps.”

“Listen,” Saundra said. “I’ve radioed my position and, if I don’t check in soon they will send other patrol units looking for me. You’re in enough trouble already. If you —-.”

SMACK! Stoldrom backhanded her sending her sprawling in the dirt. She was momentarily dazed and tasted blood in her mouth as he grabbed her by the hair and hauled her back up to her feet. “Keep your fucking mouth shut!” He reached down and unbuckled her gun belt tossing it aside.

“Yeah!” chimed in Hammil. “Yank down her pants and get her down on her back!”

“Not yet,” Nate replied. “She might be telling the truth. There might be others on the way soon. We’ll take her with us.”

“Why?” asked the woman. “You got Sharon and me, why do you need her? Let’s just pop her and get out of here.”

“Careful, Betty,” he warned. “You know what happens whenever you get out of line. We tell YOU when and who to fuck, NOT the other way around. Maybe you need a little reminder!”

The woman’s demeanor changed immediately. “I didn’t mean that, Baby. You know I know better than that.”

“That’s better,” he told her. “Besides, if you and Sharon are real good little girls, I might let you have some fun with her yourselves.”

Betty walked over and gave Saundra’s cheek a stroke, “Might be fun at that.”

With that Saundra was shoved into the back seat of the car and Pete, after retrieving the shotgun from her patrol car, got in beside her. Nate got in the passenger seat and Betty retook her position behind the wheel and they pulled away.

“Looks like you got a nice set of tits,” Pete told her as he began unbuttoning her uniform shirt. She said nothing and soon it was completely open. The man pulled it back over her shoulders revealing her lacy white bra. She hadn’t bothered to put on a Kevlar vest.

“That’s a nice looking necklace she has on,” Betty said after glancing through the rear view mirror. “I want it.”

Immediately Pete removed it from her throat and handed it to Betty. It had been a gift from her parents upon her graduation from the academy.

Pete brought forth a knife and, in spite of her attempt to hide her fear from her captors, Saundra shuddered. The man chuckled. He then used it to cut away the bra, leaving her large, exquisite breasts exposed. He took hold of one of her dark brown nipples and pinched it slightly remarking, “Get a load of these jugs!”

“Nice!” remarked Nate from the front seat.

“I’ve seen better,” Betty said with some irritation.

“Like hell you have,” Nate responded. “Not on you anyway, that’s for sure.”

Betty just glared at their captive in the mirror.
“Let’s see what her bush looks like,” Pete said as he moved his hand down to her uniform trousers. Reflexively Saundra clamped her legs together and bent forward but Pete grabbed her by the hair and jerked her back up. Then he put the knife in front of her face and said, “You be a good girl and behave yourself or I’ll cut on you. I don’t mind if you’re bleeding while I fuck you.”

“Better listen to him,” Nate grinned. “Last bitch he did had to have nearly a hundred stitches to put her face back together!”

“Go ahead and cut the bitch!” Betty chimed.

Saundra relaxed her legs and remained upright in the seat. Pete unbuttoned and unzipped her pants then ordered her to rise up a bit so that he could pull them down. After she had complied he cut away her panties exposing her femininity for all eyes. She fought the urge to try to close her legs as Pete’s hand went to her thigh. “Man!” he exclaimed. “Take a look at that bush!”

“One of the nicest I’ve ever seen,” Nate agreed.

Saundra turned her head away in silent humiliation.

“Hey bitch!” Nate snapped at her. “We just gave you a compliment. “Let’s hear some gratitude!”

She remained silent.

THUD! Pete punched her in the stomach with his fist, “Say thank you, whore!”

Doubled over in pain Saundra finally managed to gasp out “Th-thank -’you.”

“In the pen we had to call the guards, sir,” Nate told her. “You can call us that now. Let’s hear that apology again.”

“Thank you Sir,” she murmured obediently.

Suddenly Pete moved his hand down between her legs. Then one of his fingers was inside her, then another. Finally he had three fingers inside her cunt probing and exploring.

“She aren’t no virgin,” he remarked to her deep embarrassment. “She’s been done before.”

“Someone doing you now?” Nate asked her.

“No Sir,” she replied sullenly.

“We took your purse from the cop car,” he reminded her. “If I go through it and find a picture of some guy and think you’re lying I’ll knock your teeth in.”
“A-all right Sir,” she admitted. “Yes, I have a boyfriend.”

“He a cop too?”

“Yes Sir.”

Pete suddenly took out his fingers and held them up in front of her ordering, “Suck them clean.”

‘God!’ she thought to herself. ‘How much worse can this get?’ Silently though, she lowered her face and took his fingers in her mouth, tasting her own sex for the first time.

When she was finished Pete asked Nate, “I know we’re not going to fuck her until we get her back to the cabin but can I make her suck my cock while we drive? I’ve never had my cock sucked by a cop bitch before.”

“Yes you have,” the other man replied. “Don’t you remember? You made that bitch guard do it just before you did her then popped her with her own gun when we broke out.”

“Fucking joint guards don’t count,” he answered. “That’s not a real cop.”

“Why not?” Nate finally said. “Might be fun to watch.”

“Shit hot!” Pete exclaimed unzipping his pants and taking out his balls and cock. Then to Saundra, “Okay, bitch, you heard him. Get started.”

Fighting back the urge to retch, Saundra managed to twist and turn so that, in spite of her cuffed wrists and the trousers and panties around her ankles, she managed to get on her knees on the floor in front of Pete. He wasted no time in shoving his stiff member into her mouth and all the way to the back of her throat. Then he grabbed her long, blond hair in both his fists and used them as reins to control his riding of her face. At first she thought she might suffocate since every time his penis went all the way to the back of her throat it completely shut off her air. After a few thrusts, however, she learned to suck in air whenever he pulled back away.

“Oh yeah!” Pete cried out as he raped her face. “Oh fucking God yeah!”

“She looks like one really hot little cock sucker!” Pete exclaimed.

“Damned show off bitch!” Betty mumbled under her breath.

Finally Pete reached his peak and, just as he started to ejaculate, he withdrew and held Saundra’s face in front of him as he squirted his cum all over her eyes, cheeks, lips, chin, hair, and breasts.

“God what a pig!” Betty remarked. “Dumb cunt can’t even suck cock without getting it all over her!”

Slumping forward, Saundra did the one thing she had prayed she wouldn’t do, the one thing which she knew would make her look even more helpless and humiliated than she already was. She began to cry!

After driving for some time the car finally came to a stop at the end of the dirt road. Saundra was hauled out without her trousers and panties being pulled up making walking with them still down around her ankles extremely awkward, adding to her humiliation as did the fact that Pete led her by clenching her left breast in a vice-like grip. Several times she stumbled on the narrow footpath and, in addition to being hauled painfully back up each time by the imprisoned breast, she was slapped and told, “Keep up bitch!”

“Clumsy slut!” Betty snapped at her each time. Saundra was convinced that these people into whose hands she had fallen were not going to be content with raping and punishing her, they also intended to subject her to as much humiliation and degradation as possible. She just prayed she could somehow keep them from killing her as well!

Finally she came to an EXTREMELY remote cabin in a heavily wooded area. Once inside, she found five other people. Two were men, a muscular black man sitting on a couch and a Hispanic in a chair. The other three were women. One was a fully dressed redhead on the couch beside the black man. The other two were completely naked, a young brunette who appeared to be in her late teens or early twenties and an older woman with the same hair color. Saundra guessed her to be in her mid forties. She was, however, slender and attractive nonetheless. The girl was down on her knees with her face buried in the black man’s crotch. The older woman was sitting on the lap of the Latino with his cock in her hand caressing and stroking it.

“What the hell is this?” the black man asked as Saundra was placed in the center of the room and told to stand still and keep quiet.

“Your turn first,” Pete replied.

“Oh these two?” the other man asked. “Jose caught them yesterday afternoon. Mother and daughter. They live in a farm down in the valley. He came across them when checking the house for food. Thought no one was home. After popping their old man, he screwed each of them there, made them load all their canned food and some jugs of water in the back of the old man’s pickup and brought them back with him for us to party with. Used them for pack mules, making them carry the stuff through the woods when the road ran out.

“Shit hot! Looks like it didn’t take you long to teach them their manners.”

The black man smiled. “That’s the beauty of doing mother / daughter bitches. All you got to do to keep each in line is threaten the other one. So tell me about your little catch. How’d you bag a cop?”

“She fell right into our laps,” Nate replied. “Walked up to the car while Pete and I were out in the woods taking a piss. Betty got the drop on her before the bitch knew what was going on.”

“Good girl,” the black man said to Betty.

“Thanks Frank,” she replied. “Um —- Nate said that Susan and I might get to play with this bitch some. Can we have the other two once in awhile too?”

“We’ll see,” he replied. “For right now, you two go get some lunch started.”

Wordlessly the two women disappeared into the kitchen. It was apparent to Saundra that, though Betty and Susan were with the men (probably all four escaped convicts and rapists) voluntarily, they still did what they were told.

“What’s your name, cop?” Frank asked.

“Saundra Sir,” she replied, assuming that he required the same protocol of respect as did Nate and Pete.

At the sound of Saundra’s voice, the girl sucking Frank’s cock turned her face in order to look at the new captive.

WHAP! Frank slapped her and shouted, “Who the fuck told you to stop? Get that mouth back down there before I knock in the teeth of that bitch mother of yours!”

Instantly the girl returned to her task.

“Well, Saundra,” Frank went on. “Let me explain how things are. Unless you know just where to look, this place is impossible to find so we plan to hold up in it until the heat is off and it is safe for us to move on. That could take quite awhile which means you’re going to be here for awhile. Just so you know exactly what your place is, you and these two whores are fuck meat for the four of us. Betty and Susan are here because they want to be, though they can’t say no either. Anybody who wants to fuck you gets to whenever and however he wants to. The girls get to play with you too if we say they can. You do WHAT you are told, WHEN you are told and NOTHING else. You eat, sleep, drink, shit, pee, and fuck when we say. You get to go on living only so long as we let you and the only thing we like nearly as well as fucking sluts is popping cops. You got all that?”

“Y-yes Sir!” Saundra stammered.

“Hey Jose,” he called out. “Can you spare your bitch a minute? You can have this one as soon as I cum.”

“Yeah,” the Latino replied. “I guess so.”

He shoved the mother off his lap and Frank said to her, “Take this bitch and wash that dried cum off her then finish getting her clothes off and bring her back.”

“Yes Sir,” she murmured. Then to Saundra, “This way.”

Once the two of them were alone in the small bathroom, Saundra asked, “What’s your name?”

“SHHHHH!” she said as she put her finger to her lips. Then in a very soft whisper, “We aren’t permitted to speak unless they tell us to or ask us a question, and NEVER to each other! To answer your question, my name is Elise. My daughter is Lori. Are you really a police officer?”

“Yes,” Saundra answered. “A deputy sheriff.” She hung her head, “Though, rig ht now I don’t feel like a very good one.”

“These men are monsters!” Elise went on as she pulled off Saundra’s boots and socks then her trousers and panties, tore her uniform shirt away from her still cuffed wrists, and began washing Pete’s cum from her body. “And the two women with them aren’t much better, at least the one called Susan isn’t. This is the first I’ve seen of the other one. What are we going to do?”

“There is only one thing we can do,” Saundra replied. “Whatever they want us to do! Our only hope is to keep them satisfied enough for them to want to keep us alive until help gets to us.”

“And if it never does?”

“I don’t know.”

The two women said no more until Elise was finished cleaning the younger woman. Then she said, “I have to take you back out there now.”

“What will they do to me?” Saundra asked. “What did they do when they first brought you here?”

“They will probably want to start raping you right away,” she replied with an apologetic tone. “If they put you in a bedroom that is DEFINITELY what they have in mind. I don’t know about the two who brought you here but the other two are MEAN! They like hurting and punishing you as much as they like the sex. Then there is Susan. If they let her have you, for God’s sake, don’t do ANYTHING to annoy her!”

Saundra said nothing in reply and meekly followed Elise back into the living room and whatever terrible fate awaited her!

Sure enough, Saundra was taken to a bedroom and placed upon a bed containing nothing but a bare mattress. It was the only piece of furniture in the room. Her handcuffs were removed but a chain was locked around her throat with a padlock and the other end locked to the head of the bed. After a few minutes, Nate entered the room. He walked over to the bed and looked down at her. Saundra hardly dared move or make a sound.

“Nothing I hate more than cops,” he told her as he removed his shirt and started to unbuckle his pants. “Good thing you got a slit between your legs rather than balls or I’d have popped you back there where we found you.” He removed the pants and stood there wearing only his underwear. “Get me hard.”

Getting up onto her knees, Saundra reached for his jockey shorts but he shouted at her, “No hands! Use your mouth. Do it right through the shorts.”

Obediently she took him in her mouth and began sucking through the fabric. The shorts tasted of dried sweat and urine. He probably hadn’t changed underwear or bathed in days.

“How the fuck did you get to be a cop?” he asked rhetorically. “Goddamned bitches are for getting fucked and sucking cock, shouldn’t be allowed to do anything else. Bet you think you are as good as a man. Well, you sure as fuck don’t look like it right now. Think you are big and important with that badge and gun, don’t you?”

For a brief moment Saundra thought of biting. She could hurt him, hurt him badly! It would be a way of striking back for what they had done to her so far and what they planned to do to her.

But then what? She was unarmed, naked, and chained to a bed. An impulsive, momentary action like that would most assuredly lead to more suffering than she could imagine followed by her death! Silently, HUMBLY, she just kept sucking the instrument of her imminent rape through the filthy shorts.

“Well, you look pretty unimportant right now. Bet that cop boyfriend of yours has to ASK you whenever he wants between your legs,” he went on. “Bet he has to buy you food, give you flowers, all that bullshit, then BEG you to let him fuck you!”

Saundra could feel him growing hard and stiff inside the shorts, a combination of her sucking and his own anti female tirade.

“Well, I don’t beg bitches, they beg ME! Know what they beg me for?” This time when she didn’t answer he seized her by the hair, yanked her off his shorts, now wet with her saliva, and cracked her so hard across her face that her eyes blurred and yelled, “I asked you a fucking question, you dumb hairy slit! ANSWER ME!”

“N-no Sir,” she stammered as she felt her burning cheek beginning to swell. “Wh-what do they beg you f-for?”

“They beg me not to hurt them, then not to fuck them,” he replied. “I laugh at them. Fucking dumb cunts! Fucking them is why I’m there and hurting them is half the fun. How fucking stupid can they be?.” He had started massaging his crotch. “Then they beg me to fuck them cause I tell them to, I MAKE them. That’s what I want you to do. Start begging me to fuck you.”

She had had courses in rape and rapists at the academy but had never dreamed what it was like to be in the situation herself. It was bad enough that he was going to do it to her and that she was powerless to stop him, that the most private and feminine part of her was going to be violated and used at HIS whim, not her own, but now he was telling her to BEG him to do it! Refuse, she told herself! Let him do what he would! Let him kill her if he chose to. Resist! Do the courageous thing! Save one last shred of self respect. Put honor and self worth above self preservation!

WHAP!

He slapped her again and told her, “I said BEG!”

P-please Sir,” she began, hating herself for her own cowardice. “P-please do it.”

WHAP!

Another slap. “Please WHAT? What do you want me to do, cunt?”

“P-p-please have s-sex with m-m-me Sir.”

WHAP!

That one made her ears ring.

“Please FUCK me!” he dictated to her. “SAY IT!”

“Pl—please f-f-fuck m-me S-Sir.”

He let go of her and, with a smile of satisfaction on his face, told her, “Get on your back and spread your legs, cop.”

She did as she had been told as he peeled off the shorts and got on the bed, kneeling between her open thighs, his hard-on VERY apparent. Reaching down, he roughly jammed two fingers deep into her cunt. It hurt something awful and she groaned.

WHAP!

Another slap. “Keep fucking quiet!”

‘God!’ she thought quietly to herself. ‘Why does he have to keep hitting me? I’m doing everything he’s telling me to. Why does the lowlife bastard have to keep hitting me?’

“You’re dry,” he told her flatly. “I don’t want to burn my cock on a dry cunt. Get yourself wet.”

What sick irony! He was commanding her to lubricate herself in order to keep from causing HIM discomfort!

Obligingly, she reached down and tried playing with herself. It was no use, however. There was no desire in her and her reproductive juices simply would not flow.

“I’m not going to wait all day,” he warned her. “Either you get wet in the next minute or two or I get a knife and cut you somewhere and smear the blood around inside.”

She was starting to panic. What could she do? Finally she put her fingers to her mouth and spit on them then she spread the spittle around inside herself. After Saundra had repeated this a few times, Nate shoved his own fingers in again and, satisfied that his victim was now sufficiently lubricated, he pulled them out and replaced it with his invading cock. He thrust at her savagely and Saundra had to bite her lip in order to keep from crying out. Lowering the full weight of his body onto her, he sunk his teeth into one of her breasts, drawing a small bit of blood, as he twisted, squeezed, pinched, and otherwise mauled her other womanly mound. Once, he ordered her to open her mouth and, after she had complied, he crushed her delicate lips beneath his cruel mouth, his tongue snaking inside. She could taste his foul, alcohol laced, breath and prayed she didn’t gag since that would probably earn her more blows to the face or elsewhere.

Nate pounded Saundra unmercifully. Every thrust was not only an act of sexual hunger but a conscious attempt to punish and hurt. His balls slapped against her as he pummeled her groin, battering the tender flesh of her pelvic area. Through it all, she just lay there with her eyes shut, enduring the buffeting punishment to both the inside and outside of her body passively since there was nothing else she could do.

Finally the rapist atop her gave his last, most powerful, copulating thrusts and, with a low grunt, pumped his hot seed deep within her. Lord, she hoped he hadn’t gotten her pregnant!

After lying slack on her for a moment, Nate put his large hand ar ound the throat of the woman he had just raped, tightened his grip slightly, just enough to alarm her, and asked, “Know what else bitches beg me for —- after I do them?”

“Please don’t kill me Sir,” she said quietly without having to be told. “Please don’t kill me.”

“I could, you know?” he said sadistically, enjoying this new fear he saw in her eyes and heard in her voice nearly as much as he had enjoyed raping her. “I could just squeeze a little tighter and, in a few seconds, you’d be one dead cop bitch!”

‘Yes, but before I died you’d have your eyes gouged out!’ she thought silently. Aloud, though, she murmured, “Please don’t Sir!”

There was a long interlude during which his eyes bore down into hers and held them captive. Her very life literally lay in the hand of this sadistic monster. Would he terminate it or let her live a bit longer? The decision was COMPLETELY his! She had absolutely NO say in the matter and they both knew it!

Finally he took away the hand and got up as Saundra breathed a silent sigh of relief.

“That wasn’t bad,” he told her as he dressed. “If all cop bitches are that good, I’ll have to do more of them.” He headed for the door and told her, “Better try to get some rest. Pete’s coming in a little while and he’s not as easy on bitches as I am.”

Saundra rolled over onto her side away from the door, curled up into a fetal position, and began to sob.

“Stop your damned blubbering and gat back over on your back,” came a male voice from behind her. Rolling back over she saw Pete standing there as she choked back her sobs. Reaching into his pocket he brought forth his knife. And asked, “You ready to play, cop?”

‘God!’ Saundra thought to herself. ‘Why does he have the knife? He must know I’ll do whatever he wants without it!’

The man sat down on the side of the bed and lowered the knife blade to her stomach. Saundra shivered and he chuckled. He moved it up slowly, letting its tip glide lightly along her skin. She stared at it frozen in terror. Finally he placed it against her lips and told her, “Kiss it.”

Obediently Saundra pressed her lips to the razor sharp blade.

“Open,” Pete commanded. Saundra obediently parted her now quivering lips and he let blade slide inside and rest against her tongue. His naked prisoner whimpered.

“Always wanted to have me a fucking cop like this,” he told her. “Makes it even better that you’re a cunt. Maybe I’ll cut your tongue out just for fun. That way you could never talk back to a man ever again.”

Saundra whimpered again and shook her head in a silent plea. Pete took the knife out of her mouth and moved in to her left breast. “Or maybe I’ll carve my initials here, just as a permanent reminder of our little party here.”

“P-please don’t Sir!” she whispered hoarsely.

“Beg some more,” he told her. “I like hearing bitches beg. When it’s a COP bitch doing it, it’s like music to my ears.”

Saundra lay totally still, making not a sound.

Pete applied just a little pressure pricking her tender flesh slightly and drawing a single drop of blood, “I SAID BEG!”

“Please Sir!” she said dutifully. “Please don’t cut me! Please fuck me instead. I’ll make it very good for you if you fuck me instead, REALLY I will! PLEASE don’t cut me Sir!”

He took the knife away and told her, “Get up on all fours.”

Instantly she obeyed.

“You ever had it up the ass?” he asked as he climbed up on the bed behind her.

“N-no Sir,” she stammered.

The man got on his knees and lowered his pants. Then he put the knife down, grabbed both of her ass cheeks and spread them apart then shoved the head of his cock into her tight asshole. Picking the knife up again, he grabbed her by the hair, bent her head back, placed the blade to her throat, and said, “This had better be the best ass ride I’ve ever had or you’re one dead bitch! And I had BETTER hear you telling me how much you love it OFTEN!”

With that, he RAMMED into her and began pounding her like a jackhammer. Acutely aware of the knife at her throat, Saundra stifled the urge to cry out with the pain her poor, torn shit chute was being subjected to and prayed her rapist’s hand didn’t slip!

“Oh God!” she exclaimed for his benefit. “It feels so good Sir! SOLO GOOD!”

His balls slapped repeatedly against her ass as he fucked her. Inside it felt as if she were being scraped with sandpaper.

He slapped her ass and asked, “You like that, whore?”

“Yes Sir!” she lied. “Please do it more Sir!”

He obliged, smacking her over and over again until the outside of her posterior was soon in as much pain as was the inside.

“This is the best Sir!” she kept saying. “I LOVE IT! Oh GOD SIR!”

Reaching around with his non knife hand he grabbed one of her breasts and clenched it something awful. It hurt almost as bad as the ass raping did but she told him, “More Sir! Please more!”

He pulled on the breast, stretching it and causing her such pain that she thought she might faint.

“Yes Sir!” she kept up the charade. “OH YES!!!!!”

Finally Pete achieved his zenith and pumped his hot cum deep into her rectum. Then he slumped atop her breathing heavily. Saundra remained completely still, hardly daring to breath. The knife was still at her throat. Would he use it after all? Would that be the ultimate thrill for him, to rape her and make her praise him for doing it then cut her throat after all? Would he? WOULD HE?

Finally, however, he took away the knife, shoved her down on her stomach, pulled up his pants and growled, “Lying fucking cop bitch!” As he left the room, the woman he had just raped just lay there with cum and blood oozing out of her tortured asshole.

After a few minutes the door opened again. Saundra looked up. Standing there was the woman named Susan. She had a bag in her hand.

“Well, well,” she remarked. “Aren’t you a delicious looking thing? Roll over so the fun can begin.” As Saundra obeyed the woman reached into the bag and brought fourth a riding crop and a pair of nipple clamps. “Take hold of those pretty boobs, sweetheart, and stick them up here.”

With great apprehension, Saundra took a breast in each hand and pushed them upward. Susan took a clamp in each hand and started lowering them toward her nipples.

“Please don’t!” she pleaded.

“I don’t remember asking you a question or telling you to say something,” Susan remarked as she attached the clamps to Saundra’s nipples and began tightening them down. “And when I do, I want to hear the word ‘ma’am’. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Saundra replied.

Susan tightened down the clamps and her victim grimaced with pain. They were tightened another turn and Saundra whimpered then said, “God they hurt, ma’am! PLEASE take them off!”

Without warning, Susan picked up the riding crop and brought it down savagely across Saundra’s tortured breasts. The latter woman shrieked in pain.

“You really do have to learn the rules,” Susan told Saundra as if lecturing a child. “NO TALKING UNLESS SOMEONE SPEAKS TO YOU FIRST! Now get your hands away from your tits. I don’t want you trying to loosen my little toys.”

Obediently Saundra put her hands down to her sides. Her nipples were now throbbing.

“Scoot over,” she was told. She obeyed and Susan sat down on the bed beside her. She placed a hand on Saundra’s pussy and, without thinking, Saundra tried to turn away.

SMACK!

Her left thigh was thrashed with the crop!

“Naughty, naughty,” Susan chided her as she tightened the nipple clamps down yet another turn. Saundra moaned. The hand went back to the pussy. This time Saundra forced herself to remain still.

“That’s better,” Susan went on. “Have you ever done it with another woman?”

“N-no ma’am,”

“Wonderful,” Susan remarked. “A virgin. Well, I’m about to break you in. I’ll tell you what to do. Anytime you don’t perform as well as I think you should you get this (she touched Saundra’s cheek with the crop) or I tighten these some more (she touched one of the clamps). Are you following me?”

“Y-yes ma’am.”

“Good. We will start with a little kiss. Sit up here and give me a good, passionate lover’s kiss.”

Saundra sat up and torched her lips to Susan’s.

SMACK!

The crop planted its fiery kiss across her bare back. She squealed and jumped a bit.

“I said KISS me!” Susan shouted at her. “That was about as passionate as my sister would give me!” She shoved Saundra back down onto her back and tightened the clamps even more.

“AAAHHH!” her naked captive groaned.

“Try again,” Susan commanded.

Saundra sat back up and took the other woman in her arms. Then she put her mouth back to hers, her lips parted. Susan put her tongue in Saundra’s mouth and ravished it for several long seconds while enjoying the latter’s caressing and embracing. When finally she took her mouth from Saundra’s she said, “There now, isn’t it much better when you are being a good girl and trying your best?”

“Yes ma’am,” she replied dutifully.

“Now,” Susan went on raising the sweater she was wearing beneath which she had on no bra. “I’d like my tits sucked. Love up both of them very nicely. Fill your mouth and really suck and lick. Get my nipples good and hard.”

Wordlessly the captive policewoman did as she was told taking each breast in turn into her mouth and ministering to it intently. All the while Susan stroked her head and back saying things like, “That’s it, sweetheart, keep working those nice and lips and tongue.” And “Pretend you are a baby at your mother’s breasts.”

Finally, Susan pulled Saundra off her chest and lay down on the bed on her back lifting her dress to reveal no panties underneath and said, “Good girl. You’ve gotten my pussy nice and wet. Now get your face down between my legs and show me just what a good little pussy licker you can be. Do your best or you know what will happen.”

Feeling a wave of nausea Saundra lowered her mouth to Susan’s sopping muff and began performing the required service. She had never tasted female juices before and found it quite revolting — NOT, however, as revolting as another tightening of the clamps on her aching nipples or another searing blow from the crop! She lapped and sucked with a fervor, burying her face as deeply into the other woman’s crotch. She chewed softly at Susan’s clit while using her hands to further stimulate her breasts.

It wasn’t long before the woman beneath her exploded in thunderous climax. When she had gotten up and straightened her clothing she FINALLY removed the clamps. The pain caused Saundra when the blood rushed back into her newly released nipples was almost as bad as the clamps, bringing fresh tears to her eyes.

“You didn’t do too bad,” Susan told her. “Next time, though, I’ll expect you to know what to do without having to be told.” She then left the room leaving Saundra on the bed, the pain in her throbbing nipples and where she had been struck with the crop now combined to that caused by the slapping, cunt raping, and ass fucking to which she had already been subjected.

It was a few minutes later when Jose, the Hispanic walked into the room. “Off the bed, bitch,” he commanded. “Down on the floor on your knees.” The chain around Saundra’s neck was long enough to permit her to get out of the bed and walk around but not long enough for her to reach the door. Instantly she obeyed. Once she was kneeling by the bed the man took out his cock and ordered, “Open up, and you had swallow every drop.”

‘Gladly!’ she thought to herself. At least sucking cock didn’t hurt like being raped did and was, for some reason, less demeaning to her than being forced to suck the breasts and lick the vagina of another woman. Opening her mouth, she closed her lips over his manhood. Before she could begin sucking, though, she received a SHOCKING surprise. Warm, golden urine began flowing into her mouth and down her throat. He was PEEING in her! She tried to pull away from him but he seized a handful of her hair and anchored her face in place yelling, “I said SWALLOW bitch!”

Hoping she didn’t vomit, Saundra began gulping down the disgusting liquid. The horror lasted until he had completely emptied his bladder into her stomach then he pulled out and shook the last few drops off the head of his dick into her face. Noticing some drops which had run out of the corners of her mouth, ending up on the floor, he pointed at them and commanded, “Lick them up cop.”

Obediently Sau ndra got down on all fours and licked his piss from the floor —– along with generous amounts of dirt and grime.

Jose sat down on the side of the bed, Jose took off his shoes and socks. His feet stank something awful! “Clean them,” he commanded. Saundra stared at the filthy, grime dirtied feet and hesitated.

WHAP!

Jose kicked her in her left breast! She grabbed it and doubled over in pain.

“I don’t mean day after tomorrow, cunt!” he bellowed.

Her breast throbbing she raised her mouth to his foot. He made her lick every inch of both feet including the soles and in between his toes. She had to suck each toe, with their dirt blackened nails, individually. It was all she could do to keep from heaving up the piss she had just drank but she was certain that if she did so things would get even worse for her. When at last she was done she leaned back on her haunches and awaited her next command.

“Now,” he said. “You can suck me.”

Obediently she took him into her mouth again and began licking and sucking. He ordered her to stroke and fondle his hairy balls with her hands which, of course, she did. When he came she dutifully swallowed. He said nothing to her as he stood and zipped his pants and put his shoes and socks back on then, just for the fun of it, he kicked her in the other breast, this time with his shoes on. He then walked out leaving the woman hunched up on the floor moaning in agony.

“Up on the bed you lazy cunt!” came a harsh female voice. Looking up, Saundra saw Betty standing there. She had some lengths of rope and a wide belt in her hands. She looked MEAN! Saundra obeyed and, to her alarm, Betty tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, securing her in an open, spread eagle position.

“You fucking whore!” the woman nearly spat at her. “You think you can come in here and try to replace Susan and I?”

“What?” Saundra asked then quickly added, “ma’am!”

“You know what I mean,” the other woman went on. “Or you soon will.”

The naked, bound woman just looked at her in confusion.

“Oh you think you have this now,” Betty went on. “Being fucked and slapped around, made to suck cock and having your ass reamed. After awhile, though, it begins to get hold of you. You begin to get used to it, then actually like it. Finally you can’t do without it.”

‘This woman is CRAZY!’ Saundra thought in silence.

But then Betty said, “I ought to know. It happened to me.”

“You were raped, ma’am?” Saundra asked in astonishment.

Betty nodded, “Repeatedly. Susan and I both. We were two of the women Frank was convicted of raping in the first place. We are sisters and he broke into the apartment we shared and held us captive. For three days he fucked us every way imaginable and beat the shit out of us both. While it was happening I thought I was in hell. In the weeks that followed I hated him with all my heart. As months passed, though, I began to play it back in my mind. It got me hot. I began to wish it would happen again. Susan felt the same way. When we heard that he had escaped, we got word to him. He told us he would come get us if we wanted but, if he did, we were his fuck toys and we couldn’t complain about anything. That was just how we wanted it. We have been having our brains fucked out by him and the other three. —– UNTIL you and the other two sluts showed up!”

“Please, ma’am,” Saundra pleaded. “I didn’t choose to be here! Neither did the mother and daughter from the farmhouse!”

“I don’t give a fuck!” Betty retorted. “There’s still the chance that the men may come to like you three better than us —- ESPECIALLY after you start liking it! —- then what do you think will happen to us?”

“Ma’am I —-!”

“SHUT UP!” Betty shouted. Then she said, “I’m going to show you what I am going to do to you after each and every time Frank fucks you.” With that she raised the belt and brought it down across Saundra’s already tortured breasts. Thirty minutes later, when the bound woman’s screams and writhing had been reduced to weak sobs and trembling and her body was crisscrossed with angry red welts, Betty finally stopped whipping her. Before leaving she straddled Saundra’s tear stained face and made her lick her to orgasm even as she continued to cry!

Part II
Saundra was repeatedly raped and forced to suck cock or lick cunt throughout the remainder of the day and evening. Jose even peed down her throat a few more times. He seemed to get quite a sadistic charge out of making her gulp down his urine. It wasn’t until the early morning when her tormentors stopped coming into the room and she was able to drift off to a nightmare filled sleep.

WHAP! She was suddenly and painfully awakened by being backhanded across the mouth!

“Over on your back, whore,” ordered Pete. He was holding Saundra’s handcuffs. “Roll over and put your hands behind you.”

She obeyed and her wrists were once again secured behind her back. The man unlocked the chain from around her throat and hauled her to her feet. She was then taken into the living room where she saw everyone else assembled. The naked captive mother and daughter were standing there with their wrists secured behind them also with rope.

“Take the bitches down to the creek,” Joe told Susan. “Let them pee, wash, and drink them use them to carry the water back up.”

“But it’s cold out there,” the woman complained.

“You’ve got a jacket on.”

“Why me and Betty all the time? Why don’t you guys do some of the work around here?”

Without warning Joe hauled off and punched her in the stomach. She groaned in pain and doubled over gasping for air.

“Because you were told to!” the man growled as he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her upright again. “Now are you through talking back to me or would you like to lose some teeth?”

“No, Baby!” she replied. “I’m sorry! Really I am! I don’t know what came over me, honest I don’t! You guys call all the shots! It won’t happen again! I promise!”

He let go of her and said, “Then move your ass.”

She went and got six large plastic water jugs tied together in pairs by rope then hung a pair over the neck of each naked woman then she opened the door and motioned for them to start moving. It was a nippy morning for someone with clothes and a jacket on like Susan but for the three captive the cold was downright painful. Saundra gasped in shock as did Elise and Lori. In addition walking over the rough ground barefoot was no picnic but finally they made it down the side of the hill to the fast flowing creek. Susan took the water jugs from around their necks and ordered, “Pee, it’s the only chance you’ll get.”

All three women started looking around and Susan said, “You do it right here where you are standing up.”

“M-ma’am,” Lori put in timidly. “I-I have to — to —- um — do the other kind too.”

“Then do it,” she replied. “BUT HURRY UP!”

It is hard enough for a woman to pee in front of someone else but being made to do it like this was MORTIFYING! Saundra finally was able to get the flow started then stood there more embarrassed than she had ever been before as the warm liquid sprayed out onto the ground and ran down the insides of her bare legs. The other two did the same and Lori managed to do her “other kind”, the shit landing at her feet with sickening plops. Saundra was relieved when it was finally over. Little did she know it was about to get worse!

“Ok cop,” Susan said to her. “You get the honors. Clean the other two off.”

“How, ma’am?” she asked. “My hands are cuffed.”

“You don’t need hands, you’ve got a tongue.”

Saundra stared at her in disbelief. Surely she couldn’t really —!

“NOW!” Susan barked.

Wordlessly, Saundra walked over and knelt in front of Elise. Then she dutifully began licking the pee from the insides of the other woman’s legs. When she was through, she did the same for her daughter. The girl seemed as humiliated by the experience as was she. Finally she was done and started to get up but Susan shook her head. “Turn around, girl,” she commanded. Lori obeyed and Susan told Saundra, “Now do the backside.”

The deputy’s stomach churned. She had been forced to drink male piss and had just licked up female piss. Now she was being told to lick shit!

SMACK!

Susan lashed her across the back with a tree branch and shouted, “Get started bitch!”

Fighting hard not to retch, she buried her face in Lori’s shit stained ass!

Saundra completed the disgusting task without gagging but only barely and she doubted if she would ever be able to get the taste out of her mouth.

“Okay bitches,” Susan said. Into the water, it’s bath time.”

The three women looked at the swiftly flowing creek hesitantly. As cold as the air was on their bare flesh the water must be absolutely frigid.

“Hurry the fuck up!” their keeper of the moment shouted. “Before I shove you in!”

Timidly all three walked to the creek bank and put in a toe. GOD but was it cold! Saundra gasped and both Elise and Lori let out little squeals of discomfort.

“Keep moving,” Susan prodded them as she took the water jugs to the bank and started filling them. “All the way up to your necks, and be careful you don’t fall. Without the use of your hands you probably wouldn’t be able to get back up against the current and I’m sure as hell not wading in there after you.”

Obediently her three victims continued walking into deeper and deeper water until all that remained above the water were their heads. Saundra was shaking uncontrollably and her teeth were chattering.

“Better take a drink while you can,” Susan advised. “We’re sure not going to waste any of our water supply in the cabin on you and you’ll only be brought down here once a day.”

Though they despised its author, all three women silently found that to be sound advice so each put her mouth down into the water and gulped down as much as she could. Saundra welcomed the chance to cleanse her mouth of the horrid taste in it.

“P-p-p-l-lease m-m-ma’m,” Lori stammered through chattering teeth. “M-m-may w-we –g-get –o-o-out n-now?”

“I suppose,” she replied. “You and your bitch mother.” She directed her next comment at Saundra, “You stay, cop. Try to get out before I say and I’ll drown your worthless ass.”

The woman and her daughter quickly scampered from the water and stood on the bank shivering. Susan hung a pair of the now full (and MUCH heavier!) jugs around each of their necks and told them, “Get these back up to the cabin and tell them the cop will be up in awhile.” Wordlessly, they obeyed, stealing a last sympathetic glance at Saundra slowly freezing in the creek.

The deputy’s extremities were beginning to lose their feeling and she feared she might soon succumb to hypothermia.

“P-p-p-please m-m-ma’am,” she begged (knowing that was just what Susan wanted). “P-p-p-p-lease l-l-let m-m-me g-g-get –o-o-out!”

“Sorry,” she was told. “Got to make extra certain a little piggy like you is extra clean.”

“I-I-I-I’ll l-l-l-lick y-y-your c-c-c-cunt I-I-if y-y-you d-d-do, P-P-P-P-P-LEASE,” she offered.

“You’ll do that anyway, whenever I tell you too,” her tormentor came back.

“B-b-but y-y-you c-c-can’t t-t-t-t-tell m-me un-un-un-unless th-th-th-th-the m-m-men l-l-let y-you. I-I-If y-y-y-you l-l-let m-me c-c-come o-o-out, I-I-I’ll d-d-do i-it f-f-for y-you w-w-w-ithout t-t-telling th-th-them ———- m-m-m-m-ma’am.”

Susan thought about it a moment then said, “Okay get your butt out.”

“Th-th-thank y-y-you, ma-ma-ma-ma’am! Th-th-thank y-y-y-you!” Saundra exclaimed as she hurriedly got out of the freezing water.

“What the fuck is taking so long?” came a male voice. Both women turned to see Pete standing there.

“I was just having some fun with the cop,” Susan replied. “We were coming in a minute.”

“You weren’t sent down here to have fun,” he countered. “Get those last two water jugs up to the cabin.”

“Take it easy,” she replied as she picked the last pair of jugs and started to put them around Saundra’s neck.

“No,” Pete told her. “You take them. The cop and I are going to have some fun of our own.”

“Why should I do her work while you get a piece of ass?” the irate woman asked.

“Because I’ve got a cock between my legs and you have a hole.” he replied. “Now shut up and get that water up there before I give you a mouthful of fist!”

Without further protest Susan picked up the water jugs and began lugging them up the hill. Pete looked around then gra bbed Saundra and pulled her over to a large fallen log. Shoving her down on it on her back, he spread her legs so that they draped down each side. Then he unzipped his pants and climbed on top of her. There were no preliminaries, no forced kissing or tit sucking and biting. He didn’t even say anything to his victim. He just shoved himself inside her and started banging.

Beneath him, though his entrance had been especially painful due to the contracting of her vagina as a result of the frigid water and despite the fact that her bare back, arms, and hips were scraped by the rough bark with every thrust, Saundra just lay there and let him hammer her. There was nothing else she could do.

“Tell me how much you love this,” Pete commanded. “And what a low-life whore you are.”

God, she thought to herself, couldn’t the bastard just be satisfied with fucking her?

WHAP! He slapped her and growled, “Say it cunt!”

“I love this,” she repeated dutifully. She was SO tired of being slapped! “And I am a low-life whore.”

Suddenly, to her complete surprise and panic, he grabbed her around the throat and squeezed her windpipe shut. He was strangling her! She began to squirm but her hands were still imprisoned behind her and the weight of his body kept her pinned to the log. There was nothing she could do! He was going to kill her and she was powerless to prevent it! Why? She had done what he told her! Why was he killing her? WHY?

Then, just as suddenly as he had grabbed her throat, he released it. She gulped in air in frantic gasps. Looking up at him, she saw him smiling. He had done it just for fun, just to show her he could!

As she lay there beneath this latest of her rapists, she began to reflect upon what a sham she had lived. Less than 24 hours ago she had believed the allusion most other women do. She had thought she lived in a free society where she had certain basic rights, the right to move about as she wished, to say what she wished, to wear what she wished (when she wasn’t in uniform, of course), to have a certain amount of dignity and privacy, to the ultimate female right, the ability to say no to sex. Now look at her. Move about as she wished? They kept her chained to a bed and she couldn’t even go pee without their permission! Say what she wished? She dared not say anything which might annoy any of them for fear of being slapped, backhanded or worse, and she had just mouthed degrading, disgusting lies about herself on command! Wear what she wished? Since bringing her here they hadn’t let her wear ANYTHING! As for dignity and privacy, she was quickly forgetting what those words meant! As for saying no, here she was, wet, shivering with cold, atop a log, having her brains fucked out by a man who knew that he and any of the others could have her whenever he wanted her in any manner he wanted to have her! Hell, he had even just illustrated to her that she couldn’t even continue breathing without their consent! She began to see an ugly truth. Society, men and women both, live out this charade in which both PRETEND that they are equal and that the freedoms exercised by females are real rights. In reality, she now saw, whenever a woman was confronted by a man determined to strip her of all those “rights” when there are no other men around to stop him, when the woman does not have a gun or some equally lethal weapon, and when he was not deterred by the possibility of other men punishing him later, then all the “rights” and choices the woman thought she had vanish instantly! This was the raw reality of the relative position of the genders. The man does what he wants because the woman can’t stop him and the woman also does what he wants because he can make her do so. Susan had asked why she had to carry the water and Pete had replied because he had a cock between his legs and she had a hole. In other words, the man is everything, the woman nothing. From Saundra’s present vantage point, that just about summed it up completely!

Having finished with the fucking of Saundra, Pete got off her and ordered her to get off the log and down on her knees and lick his cock clean. Of course, she did it. “Move your ass,” he said to her when she had finished and he zipped up. Silently, she followed him back to the cabin.

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