Krissy

by S. J. Lewis

  “You’re not ready at all, are you?” The woman sounded disappointed. Krissy shook her head. No, she wasn’t ready, and even if the woman kept working at her she didn’t think she ever would be, not with that fat, rumpled man standing over there, waiting, watching, practically drooling in anticipation.

  “I’m told dry fucks are very uncomfortable,” the woman went on as she continued fingering Krissy. “Even painful. Sure you don’t want to just suck him off instead? He’d really like that.”

  “Never,” Krissy gritted.

  “Maybe you could just suck him a little, get his dick nice and wet and hard for you? It might help when he fucks you afterwards.” The woman thrust a finger up inside of Krissy and wriggled it around, making her shiver.

  “Just fuck me and get it over with,” Krissy replied. She tried to sound bored and failed.

  “My, my, back to acting tough, are you?” the woman chuckled. She pinched Krissy’s nipple hard, making her grunt in pain.

  “Understand this, and understand it now, you blonde bitch,” the woman hissed as Krissy whimpered, trying to hold still, “We own you, tits and pussy and ass and all. Now get the fuck over and lay down on that fucking mattress!” With that, she let go of Krissy and gave her a hard shove. Krissy staggered and stumbled across the cold, hard floor, barely managing to keep her balance until she reached the fucking mattress. She fell onto it heavily and laid there, face down, her feet hanging over the edge, her toes touching the floor. They were going to do whatever they were going to do to her. She wasn’t going to help them.

  “She don’t pay attention all that good, does she?” Krissy heard the man say. “No problem. That little round ass looks good.”

  “Forget it,” the woman snorted. “She’s still trying to play it tough. I was ready for that. Here.”

  After a moment, the man laughed. “Yeah, so I see,” he said. “It’s about half empty. Where’d you get it?”

  “Shut up and get to work,” the woman snapped. “I’m going outside for a bit. Give me a holler when you’re done.”

  Krissy heard the sound of the woman’s boots receding, then the door opening…and shutting. She steeled herself for the rape she knew was coming. She’d heard about this sort of thing. They’d use rape to soften her up, make her more pliable, and then… She didn’t want to think about what came next. They’d probably try to put her on the street and run her as their whore. Well, the first chance she got, she’d get as far away from this town as she could. She’d have to leave a lot of her stuff behind, but there wasn’t anything in her apartment that she couldn’t live without, and she had a brand new identity stashed away in the bus terminal locker along with the cash and the extra clothes. They would never find her.

  “Spread them pretty legs, blondie,” the man ordered as he kicked her ankles apart. Krissy didn’t obey him. That didn’t seem to annoy him at all. He just used his foot to push her legs wide. She felt him drop to his knees close behind her.

  “I don’t much care for dry fucks myself,” she heard him chuckle. “No fun at all, and my partner’s sure you’ll bite if I stick my dick in your sweet little mouth.” He sighed. “I kinda think you will too, so we’ll save that for later, once you’ve changed your mind. In the meantime…” He grabbed Krissy’s ankle and deftly flipped her over onto her back. He might be fat, but he was surprisingly strong. Krissy got a quick glance of his face, and the expression in his eyes, before she could turn her head away. She had also seen that he had a tube of lubricant in his hand. Then she felt him rubbing it onto her pussy, and then into her pussy. She had wanted to be completely passive, but having a man, and a fat, corrupt vice cop at that, touching her there sickened her. She began to squirm, trying to worm away from him. He just laughed and kept on working the stuff into her. Then he stood up, dropping his pants. His cock was already hard as he began rubbing more of the lubricant onto it.

  “You like girls, hey?” he smiled as he looked down at Krissy. “Well, this’ll be something a little different for you, won’t it?”

  She tried to roll away, but moved too slowly. Suddenly he was on top of her, pinning her down with his flabby bulk, his hands on her shoulders, his mouth on her breast. Krissy screamed, struggling wildly. All he did was laugh and start mouthing her other breast roughly. She could feel his teeth on her flesh, biting lightly. She screamed again, and he reared up and slapped her. He hit her much harder this time than he had before, and for a little while Krissy hung somewhere between conscious and unconscious. The first thing she felt as she drifted back up to full awareness was the fat cop’s dick sliding in and out of her. She tried to scream again, but all that came out was a feeble croak. He was pressing her down, plowing away at her, grunting and groaning, his head next to hers. She thought of biting his ear off, but somehow that seemed to require more effort than she could manage. She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on trying to breathe…his weight was crushing her…and enduring the next few minutes.

  He snorted and grunted when he came, making a few last spasmodic thrusts before collapsing atop her. Now she couldn’t breathe at all. She struggled feebly until she started to pass out. Then she felt him lifting himself up off of her, and she gasped desperately for air.

  “Man, you’re nice and tight, bitch,” he huffed as he got to his feet. “I like ‘em tight, and you’re prime stuff. Was it good for you too?” He grinned down at her.

  Krissy moaned in misery and rolled onto her side, pressing her legs together and curling up. She was still short of breath, and the fact that she was racked by sobs now didn’t help. The fat sonofabitch had used her, and was probably planning to use her again. She hoped he’d want her mouth. She hoped he’d try to use her mouth. She’d let him put it in and then she’d bite it right off and spit it into his face and laugh.

  She heard the door open, heard the woman’s boots approaching again.

  “How was she?” the woman asked.

  “Not bad,” the man answered. He sounded like he was still puffing. “She just kinda laid there, but she was nice and tight.”

  “You used a condom, like I told you?”

  “Yeah. I don’t like ‘em, though.”

  “Deal with it. Now clear out of here. I want a little alone time with our new toy.”

  That sounded bad. Krissy shuddered. In addition to all of the other aches and pains she felt now, her hands were cold and numb. She heard the door open and close once more. The fat cop disgusted her, but his tall, slender partner with the long, dark hair and the big, dark eyes scared her. She was clearly the brains of the two, and while the fat cop was gross and brutal, she was calculatingly cruel.

  “Alone at last,” the woman said. “I went through your purse while I was waiting for our friend to finish. Looks like you had a pretty good night for yourself.” Krissy started as she felt the woman’s hand caress her bare flank. “I hid it where our friend won’t find it. You just loosen up a little and do what I say and I’ll let you leave here with most of it. Deal?”

  It was a lie: A skillfully told lie, but a lie all the same. Krissy didn’t answer.

  “I was in your apartment earlier too,” the woman went on. “Quite an interesting little toybox you have stashed under your bed. I was especially interested in this.” She held the strapon in front of Krissy’s face. Krissy looked at it, then looked warily up at the woman.

  “I’m guessing you’re the only one who wore this,” the woman smiled. “And from the looks of the rest of the stuff, you liked tying up your little girlfriends too. Am I right? I still have the stun gun, so I suggest that you answer me.”

  “Yes,” Krissy replied.

  “Ever let them tie you up?”

  “No.”

  “Well, then, here’s your chance to find out how it feels, isn’t it? Answer me, bitch.”

  Krissy closed her eyes. “I guess,” she said.

  The woman stood up. “I’m not entirely sure how to put this thing on,” she said as she began fumbling with the strapon. “But
I’ll figure it out, don’t worry. You just relax for a minute. I’ll be right with you.”

  Krissy couldn’t help groaning. She still felt more than a little sick to her stomach. Thinking about that woman lying on top of her, staring down at her with those merciless eyes as she fucked her with the strapon gave her cold chills.

  “There we go,” the woman said brightly. “Hey, how do I look? Answer me, bitch.”

  Krissy rolled wearily onto her back and looked up. The woman was standing over her, her legs spread well apart, her hands on her hips, still wearing her jeans and blouse. The strapon stuck outwards and upwards. It would have looked ridiculous under any other circumstances. Rather than speak, Krissy merely raised her knees and spread them wide. She turned her head to the side and waited.

  “My, my, my,” the woman snickered. “Now you’re all eager to get on with it, aren’t you? Maybe you’d be even more hot to trot if I was naked, wouldn’t you? And I bet right now you’re thinking of all the nasty little things you’d like to do to me if I was naked and tied up, like you are now.”

  Krissy didn’t answer, except to spread her legs a little wider.

  “No, you little bitch,” the woman snapped. “You get on your belly and then get your ass up in the air for me. Now!”

  Sudden fear prodded Krissy into moving quickly. She got face-down on the mattress, then awkwardly raised her hips, bringing her knees up under her. How many times had she made one of her bed partners do the same thing? She moved her head to look away from it all as the woman knelt behind her, one hand on Krissy’s back while she tried to guide the dildo into Krissy’s pussy. Krissy felt the blunt, rounded tip sliding between her nether lips, then being pushed deeper in. It was thick and heavy, but not especially long, and Krissy gritted her teeth as she felt the woman slowly and deliberately thrusting it all the way into her. Then she felt the woman’s body bump into hers, felt both of her hands grip her hips, felt the long nails digging into her flesh. And then the woman started pumping her, slowly and deeply.

  “How do you like it, bitch?” the woman asked without breaking her rhythm.

  “It hurts,” Krissy answered. In fact the fucking part of it was more uncomfortable than painful, but her bound wrists were hurting terribly now, and the nails gouging her skin were almost as bad. After a few more quicker, harder thrusts the woman stopped, sighed, and pulled the thing out. Krissy couldn’t help groaning weakly in relief. She let herself slide back down onto the mattress.

  “I don’t see what you and your girlfriends get out of this thing,” the woman commented. “Maybe you can show me later.”

  “Will you let me go now?” Krissy asked in a small, faint voice.

  “Not just yet,” the woman replied. “Here, hold still.” Krissy felt something cold and hard being slipped between her wrists and the plastic restraint, then a hard tug, then another. At the third yank, the restraint broke. Krissy groaned as feeling returned to her hands.

  “I’m going to leave you alone for a little while,” the woman said. “If you want to clean up, there’s a powder room just behind the right-hand door over there. The other door leads upstairs, but don’t bother trying it. It’s locked.” She patted Krissy’s ass as if she was petting a dog. “See you in a bit.”

  Chapter Six

  Palmieri shut the door behind her and climbed up the half-dozen steps to the garage. Spooner was there, sitting in the driver’s seat of the car, the door open. He acted casually, but she knew he must have gone through the little blonde bitch’s things and not found anything.

  “Where’s the bag?” she asked him. He looked confused for a moment.

  “The trash bag,” she clarified, holding up the bundle she’d made of the blonde’s clothes and shoes. The strapon was hidden inside it. He nodded quickly and leaned back to fish the big plastic trashbag out from under the passenger seat. He passed it over to her, but she didn’t take it.

  “Open the damn’ thing up first, Spooner,” she said wearily. “And get the fuck out of my seat.”

  “Oh. Sorry.” Spooner fumbled around with the bag, trying to find the end that opened as he unfolded it as he got out of the car. He finally got the bag opened and Palmieri stuffed everything into it.

  “So…” Spooner began casually. “What did you two girls talk about down there?”

  “None of your business,” Palmieri answered. “Anyway, I just wanted to get a good look at the bitch. She’s fairly young, early or mid-twenties I’d guess, healthy and very nicely built. I think Kingston’ll be interested in her, but he’ll want to have a look for himself first.”

  “She’s a hot little piece,” Spooner said. “I wouldn’t mind another shot at her before he gets here.”

  “Yeah,” Palmieri snickered. “Keep it in your pants, Spooner. I’m gonna call Kingston now and tell him we’ve got some merchandise for him to inspect. We don’t want her messed up any more than she already is.” She took out her cell phone.

  ***

  Krissy sat up on the mattress and looked around. The hard plastic restraint had left deep red marks on her wrists, and she rubbed at them gingerly. Her fingertips still had that unpleasant pins-and-needles feeling.

  There were no windows at all. Now that she had the time to take a better look, she saw a number of places where there might have been windows once, before they were bricked up and painted the same neutral beige color as the rest of the walls. She wasn’t sure where this place was. It was just inside or just outside of the city limits, she guessed. Unfortunately, that hard slap the fat cop gave her back in the car had scrambled her wits for a while, and she’d been so intent on staying on the floor and out of his easy reach she hadn’t gotten much of a look at the neighborhood before they’d parked in the garage and the door had shut behind them. But she’d gotten a good look at the garage, at least. It was too big for any of the rehabbed row homes at the fringes of the city, and since it connected to this big basement, she was probably in the old Three Hills district. There were lots of big homes there, some old and refurbished, some new, built after the big fire they’d had some years ago. She didn’t know much about that area beyond that, but this place felt new. It also felt uninhabited.

  She got up slowly. Despite the lubricant they’d used, her pussy felt a little sore. She also felt a little chilly now, but the woman had taken all of her clothes away so there was no help for that. She was more certain than ever now that they’d brought her here to soften her up, break her, and then put her out on the street. That’s why they’d taken her clothes. It was supposed to make her feel vulnerable, and it was working. How long would they keep her here? That probably depended on whether or not they had accomplices, more dirty cops who would work her over in shifts until she became nice and compliant. It would be unpleasant, but she could endure it. She’d have to. She would break most convincingly and get them to believe that she’d do whatever they wanted, and then, the moment she got the chance, she’d escape, leaving this town and its dirty cops forever.

  She went over to the two side-by-side doors. The woman had told her that the left-hand one was locked, but she wasn’t going to take her word for it. She checked for herself and discovered that it was indeed locked, made of solid wood covered in sheet metal, so there was no hope of kicking through it to get out of here. She tried the other door. It opened up on a small powder room, no more than a sink and a toilet. The cold water ran okay, but no matter how long she let the hot water tap run it never warmed up. There was nothing else in the tiny room aside from a partly-used roll of toilet paper and a cheap plastic wastebasket. She cleaned herself up as best she could, and then stayed in the powder room with the door shut. It wasn’t quite as chilly in there as it was out in the basement, and at least this way she had a tiny bit of privacy.

  She was in a bad situation. She didn’t know the cops who had arrested her, she didn’t know where they’d taken her, and there was no one who would miss her if she didn’t return to her apartment, not until the monthly rent came due. But t
hat was a little over three weeks away, and she fully intended to be a long way from here by then.

  ***

  Kingston rang Palmieri up on her cell phone shortly before he arrived, giving her time to have the garage door up so his driver could pull right in. She hit the button to close the door before his big black sedan’s engine stopped, then waited for his driver to get out and open his door for him. So far as she knew, Kingston never drove himself, and while his drivers varied they were always big, burly, hard-eyed men who doubled as bodyguards. She recognized the one who got out this time, but couldn’t recall his name, not that that mattered. The driver opened the passenger door and Kingston got out. He was around forty, a big man himself, over six feet tall with a face that might be described as ruggedly handsome, straight dark hair and calculating dark eyes. Something about him always got Palmieri a little edgy. It was a mixture of vague fear and physical attraction, and she always took pains to hide it.

  “Good of you to come,” she smiled.

  “This better be worth it,” Kingston rumbled. He had a deep, gravelly voice that made her skin tingle faintly.

  “Oh, it is, it is!” Palmieri said a little too quickly. “I wouldn’t have called you out here otherwise.”

  “Well, where is she?” Kingston looked around. “I’ve got things to do.”

  “Down in the basement,” Palmieri replied. “Here, it’s this way.” She went over to the door and opened it. Kingston was close behind her, followed by his driver. Spooner hung back.

  “I don’t see her,” Kingston commented as they entered the basement. He sounded annoyed.

  “She’s here,” Palmieri reassured him. “She’s just trying to hide.” She strode quickly over to the right-hand door and banged on it once with her fist.