0 comments/ 3602 views/ 3 favorites In the Limo By: RoryRichards9 You are eating dinner by yourself in an elegant restaurant with white tablecloths and red leather booths and chairs... designer lighting sets a romantic mood... Across the room you notice a man glancing in your direction... he is eating alone also and reading a book of philosophy while waiting for his appetizer to come... We make accidental eye contact... I smile and then look down at my book again... my heart jumps - but I try not to show it... I've already ordered and wonder why the waiter is coming back empty-handed... he comes to my table says rather formally... "Madame inquires if you would like to join her for dinner?" as he motions towards your table... I look at you again... we smile at each other... you are a lovely vision in your black leather skirt and sleeveless white lace blouse... "Please tell her yes..." I say to the waiter... As I stand up to move to your table, I notice your eyes move slowly up and down to check out my whole body... seeing this gives me a tingling feeling... I like it... I walk to your table and introduce myself - trying not to show my slight nervousness... "Hi! I'm Rory. pleased to meet you..." I put out my hand to shake yours and notice that you look at my hand... your handshake is firm and self-assured... "Hello, Rory..." you say with a knowing smile... Our eyes meet as we shake hands... yours sparkle as we smile at each other... I go to sit in the red leather chair, but you motion to me to sit next to you in the booth... The waiter brings the items from my table over to yours on a tray... "Did you already order?" I ask you... "Yes..." you answer - looking deep into my eyes as if you are studying my soul... I sit a respectful distance from you, but not too far away... as I unfold my napkin to put it in my lap, you brush your hand against mine... it seems almost accidental, but I sense that you did it on purpose... "I eat alone quite often, but do enjoy a good conversation..." I say light-heartedly... "So do I..." you reply with a hint of mystery... You look at me with inquiring eyes, and I answer your unasked question... "I'm as hetero as can be..." I assure you with a laugh... "I thought so..." you respond with a smile... While we talk, the air-conditioning comes on over our table and cools your bare arms... I offer you my black leather jacket... you accept... As I help you to drape my jacket over your shoulders, I notice that you have a lovely body... you adjust my jacket on your shoulders, and then straighten the top of your blouse... my arm is around you as we snuggle you into the jacket... you lean back so that my arm touches your shoulders... you seem very comfortable... The waiter shows up with our salads and breaks our train of thought... we are in a corner booth - a dark corner... there are 2 candles on the table... I can see the reflections of the candles dancing in your eyes... You ask me what I do for a living... I tell you that I am a writer - and I also deliver new limousines for a manufacturer... I'm on a delivery trip right now - a brand-new white stretch limo going to some rock star in California... your eyes light up when I mention the limo... "Tell me more..." you say suggestively... "about the limo..." "Well," I begin..."it has less than 100 miles on it, and a totally white leather interior - no one has even sat back there before..." Your leg brushes against mine under the table, and I know right away that we want each other... After our meal (which neither of us noticed much), we have coffee and you lean your head against my shoulder as we talk softly - just taking our time and enjoying the moment... Suddenly you say calmly... "Rory? I'm ready to see the limo now..." As we stand up to leave, I can't help but notice that you look great in your white blouse, my leather jacket, and your short black leather skirt! the skirt has a long zipper all the way up the front... it's unzipped a bit at the bottom so you can move around freely... We walk arm-in-arm to the parking lot... your eyes widen as you spot the limo - it is truly awesome! I feel your hand grip my arm a bit more firmly now... as we approach, I click the remote entry and the side rear door opens by itself... you remove my jacket and get in first... As you sit back on the white leather seat, you look right into my eyes and pull the zipper on your short leather skirt up a bit more - getting comfortable... your signal is very clear... Kneeling between your legs, I can see that you have black nylons on and no panties... I rub the backs of my hands slowly up the insides of your thighs... so very soft! You lean back, unzip the long zipper of your skirt all the way, and I help you slide out of it... as you do, I can't help looking at your breasts straining against your white lace bra and blouse... your nipples are just barely visible... You look at me with expectation, and I know that you that want me to make the first move... I kiss your eyes - first one then the other... then our lips meet for the first time... delicious! you wrap your arms around me as we kiss... Silently, I move down to kiss the insides of your thighs while reaching up to feel your breasts through your bra... your nipples are already quite aroused! You tenderly caress my hair as I gently kiss up... up... up... you moan softly as my tongue slips between your pussy lips and gently touches your clit through your stockings... "Do you like that feeling?" I ask between licks... "Yesssss! VERY much! don't stop!" you exclaim... After a few minutes, you begin to pull your nylons down and I help you to remove them... You whisper... "I'm so glad I didn't wear any panties today! " I kneel before you once again and before I know it, you are wrapping your legs tightly around my waist... the leather seat is the perfect height! You begin to rub your moist pussy against the front of my black dress pants... I can feel your heat and wonderful wetness as my cock grows rapidly... your fingers move to unzip my zipper - and just in time - my erect cock pops out as soon as you open my zipper! I laugh and whisper... "I'm glad I didn't wear any underwear today, too!" You giggle, and then look down very intently as you take my cock in your hand and begin to rub the tip of it against your waiting clit... Up and down... up and down... then you slide the tip just an inch inside of you and take it back out... you rub it across your aroused clit again... then slip the tip inside again... you are watching intently all this time... your hands move to my sides and push my pants down around my knees... "Make love to me, Rory!!" you say irresistibly... "make love to me right here in the limo!!" Your words have an immediate effect... we both watch as I quickly thrust my big cock inside of you... halfway in... then all the way out so you can see the tip just barely inside your opening... another forceful push - deeper this time... then halfway out... you take a deep breath in expectation and watch as I thrust as far in as my cock will go - all but the last inch... You exhale and look directly into my eyes... "Yes!! just like that!! make me cum!!" In and out... in and out... my big hard cock goes deeper and deeper inside your soaking wet pussy with each long stroke... I can feel your pussy muscles quivering as they grip my cock tightly... you can feel the tip of my rock-hard cock touching the back walls of your pussy with each deep thrust... "Do you like that feeling, Lover?" I say without stopping... "do you like having a big cock deep inside your wet, wet pussy? does that make you feel hot? are you going to cum for me?" "Oh, Rory!! yes, Yes, YES!!" you gasp... "don't stop - I'm cumming!!" You lock your legs around my waist and wildly rotate your hips in circles - feeling my cock touching every inch of your innermost places... this drives me wild and I can feel my sperm rising for you... "Cum with me you beautiful woman!!" I say breathlessly... "Harder! faster!! Oh!! Ooooooh!! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!" you call out as your orgasms overtake your senses... Suddenly you feel a huge gush of my cum spray inside of you... in an instant, you are completely filled with cum - yours and mine... you can feel it slowly flowing down the insides of your thighs as we continue to make love - more slowly and tenderly now... A few minutes later, as we hold each other close, you whisper... "Oh, Rory - I'll never feel the same again when riding in a limo ..." I whisper the words you are longing to hear... "would you like to drive it now?" Into the night speeds the white stretch limo... you look so sexy wearing the black limo driver's hat... I want you all over again! In the Line of Duty My name is Carol. I am a police officer for Killeen, TX. There was a fatal shooting in my precinct and I was given the task of interviewing the neighbors. I was not happy about this, I was not in the mood to play door to door salesmen. I had not been with a woman for quite some time and the heat matched my horniness. No matter my personal problems, being a cop was what I did and loved. Door to door I went selling my sale of, we need to stand together to catch the bad guys, and door to door I got, “I didn’t see anything“. I had one house left to go on the corner but I knew I would never make it back in time to do my paperwork if I went there. I work nights, second shift, so I get off at midnight. It just so happens that I pass that house on my way home and I saw the lights on. I thought, what the hell, might as well get it over with, off duty or not, I am still a cop. I knocked on the door and at first didn’t think anyone was going to answer, as I turned to walk away this cute little brunette opened the door. “May I help you officer”? I didn’t know what to say for a moment looking into her blue eyes, I was startled at the fact that I was really turned on by this woman. “Yes, I’m sorry to have bothered you so late in the evening but I am investigating the shooting from two nights ago and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about that night”? She seemed a little nervous and too wide-awake when she told me she was too tired and could I come back tomorrow? I said, “it will only take a few minutes and you’re my last house, I’m sure you will give me the same answer as everyone else”. With that, she invited me into her house. I immediately smelled the aroma of marijuana and then knew the reason for her nervousness. I didn’t say anything and took out my pad and pen. “May I have your name please”? She seemed to relax a bit as she offered me a seat and said, “Liana Smith” I sat down and she sat down directly across from me. She was wearing blue silk shorts and a white tank top. I was trying very hard to conduct a professional interview but I couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t have a bra on. Obviously she spent too much time hiding her marijuana habit and didn’t have time to hide herself. I knew I had let too much time pass since she answered who she was, but I couldn’t help it, she was turning me on and I was at a loss for words, and I was after all, technically off duty. “Do you live here alone Ms. Smith, or is it Mrs. Smith”? “It’s Ms. Smith, and yes, I live here alone”. “Okay Ms. Smith, did you hear gunshots two nights ago”? “No, I didn’t hear anything, I’m sorry”. “Was there anyone else here with you on the night in question”? “No”. “Do you have a boyfriend Ms. Smith”? “What does that have to do with anything”? That was the turning point in my so called interview of Ms. Smith. The fact that she had the nerve to question me turned me on in a way I have never been turned on before. I mean, I knew I was already turned on by her, but her questioning my authority brought out a side in me I never knew existed. I stood up and said, “stand up, and turn around”. I could tell she was startled but she did as she was told. “Walk slowly to the wall, put your hands on it, pull yourself away from it and spread your legs”. “Why are you doing this to me? I didn’t do anything”. “Do it, do it now, and do not question me again”. She goes to the wall and does as she is told. I come up behind her standing closer to her then I should, but I can’t help it, I am lost in wanting her. I grab her arms and bring them behind her and put the handcuffs on. She is leaning against the wall her face into it, I lean into her, my pussy touching her ass. “I am going to check you for weapons, do not say anything, and just so you know, I smelled what you were smoking when I walked in, and it sure the hell wasn’t cigarettes”. This was not like me but I wanted this woman, I wanted her real bad. With my pussy against her ass my weapons inspection began. I started at her shoulders, nothing there, so I moved my hands to her breast, I felt something hard there, of course I had to squeeze them a little, rub them a little, just to make sure they weren’t bullets. I wasn’t sure but I thought Ms. Smith arched her back just a little towards my hands. Then I searched down her stomach slowly, over to her hips, up her ribs and back down again. She said, “Why are you doing this to me”? “Because I want to, and I can”. I moved my hands from her hips and checked the outside of her legs all the way down to her feet. I went inside her legs, starting from her inner ankles I worked my way up until I got to her pussy. “You know I have to check there don’t you”? “Yes, I mean no, I haven’t done anything wrong”. I leaned my body fully into hers, “oh and you think smoking marijuana isn’t wrong?” I slipped my hand between her legs, checking her clit, rubbing it, again I felt a slight movement from her. I traced my hand back over her hole, where I could feel wetness. “Hmmmm what do we have here”? “You’re the cop, you figure it out”. This little outburst turns me on even more and I grab her by the hair and turn her around and slam her against the wall. I try to kiss her but she won’t let me, I pull hard on her hair and move to her neck, I bite it and suck it. She screamed so loud that it actually scared me for a minute. I pulled out my gun and put it to her head. “Shut the fuck up or I will shoot you”. “You’re not going to shoot me you’re a cop”. “Yeah you’re right, but you want to know something? This cop has an unregistered gun in her car that she can put in your hand, now, are you going to shut the fuck up”? She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t scream anymore either. “I’m going to search your room for what I smelled when I first walked in here, take me to your bedroom, now”. I could tell this startled her, she was not sure if I was going to bust her or if I was up to something. “Sit down on the bed and don’t move”. It didn’t take me too long to find her stash since she was in a hurry to put it away. “Do you know how much trouble this bag can get you in”? “No, I don’t know”. I grabbed the rope I noticed she had tied to her bed and said, “well, you can either let me do as I please with you, or I can take you to jail right now”. “Why are you doing this to me”? “I am doing this because you turn me on and I want you”. “Fuck this, you are trying to rape me and you are using your authority to do it”. I leaned down and took her face into my hands, “you were wet, I felt it and you felt it, I don’t know why you are fighting it, I think you want me just as much as I want you”. I kissed her lips softly, she tried to pull away but I wouldn’t let her. I nibbled on her lips and licked them lightly. “Lay down on the bed on your stomach, or I am taking you to jail, it is your choice”. For a minute I thought she was going to pick jail, but she did as she was told. I took off her shorts, she didn’t have any panties on, and then I bent down and bit her ass. I tied her legs up with the ropes she had there. “So Ms. Smith, do you like to be tied up or do you like to tie up your lovers”? “I don’t think that’s any of your business”. With that comment I reached up and slapped her ass. I wasn’t sure if she said ouch or ahhh, my thought was ahhh cause it wasn’t that loud and she didn’t want me to know if she in fact liked this. I uncuffed her, took off her shirt and tied her hands with the other ropes. I took off my gun belt, but that was all. For some reason I wanted to fuck her with my uniform on. I pushed my pussy into her ass as I was sucking and biting on the back of her neck and shoulders. I kissed and licked her ears, nibbled on her jaw line. I took her chin in my hand and pulled her face up towards me, I kissed her lips, sucked on them. I kissed her and she finally kissed me back. I kissed her harder and a moan escaped her lips. I pulled her hair, sucked on the back of her neck. I sucked, kissed and bit on her back all the way down to her ass cheeks. I slapped her ass again and this time I heard for sure that is was an ahhh. I slapped it again, then I kissed it, licked her ass cheeks, bit them. I slid my hand between her legs and felt her wetness, she was soaked. I started rubbing her clit and she started moving her hips up and down. I licked her puckered ass as I was rubbing her clit, I could hear her moaning. She started moving her hips faster so I rubbed harder and licked her ass harder. She came, but I kept going, I wanted her to cum again. I stuck my tongue inside her pussy as far as it would go and she came again. My face was soaked with her sweet juices. I laid on top of her and kissed her again hard, I was rubbing my pussy into her ass so hard that I thought I was going to cum. “I am going to fuck you now Ms. Smith, I am going to fuck you real good”. “Yes, please fuck me”. I got on my knees behind her and put a finger inside her pussy, moving it around inside of her slowly, then I put another one inside her, I pumped her hard and when her body was shaking from her orgasms I slid a finger in her ass, she moaned and her body shook so hard that it made her moans quiver. I kept thrusting into her, two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass, she came until her body went limp and was soaked from sweat. I laid on top of her and rubbed my pussy on her ass until I came. I came hard my body shaking against hers, I bit her shoulder and she let out a little scream. I came on her ass like that until I couldn’t cum anymore, and my uniform was soaked with sweat. I untied her, and took her into my arms, which to my delight she let me do. I kissed her softly, held her softly. We were both exhausted and once again to my delight she said, “why don’t you get out of that uniform and spend the night” We have been together every since and every once in a while I search her for weapons. In the Line of Duty Sarah Bowlen-Brown was a 22 year old, recently gradated police officer with the Hampshire Constabulary. The first few months of her placement at Basingstoke police station had gone smoothly. The veteran officers had taken her under their wings and showed her the ropes and stopped her from messing up. Today she was on the night shift starting at 6pm. Now at 5.50 she was in the locker room with PC Sally Wright, having fastened her collar and clipped her black tie neatly into place. Sarah and Sally exchanged small talk about their recent rest days as they headed to the squad room for assignment. Once everyone of her relief was assembled Sgt Wilson handed out the assignments. Sarah was assigned the drunk tank van with PC Simon Taylor. This was a first for Sarah as Simon was even greener that her and was only a week out of Bramshill, the police training college. She grabbed her hat and stab vest and headed out to the van. The first few hours were quiet she and Simon had a pleasant chat about thinks whilst they waited for a shout. Simon seemed very gung ho to Sarah, perhaps it was their different up brining, Simon was from a council estate in Andover and she was the daughter of a fleet Captain in the Royal Navy, born in Portsmouth but spend main years of her life deployed where every her majesties navy saw fit to post her father. From a young age she was expected to enlist herself in the Navy but she had decided they she had spent enough time rooming the world that she decided to join the police force. After they had both completed their life stories a shout came in Sally Wright had arrested a girl under section 5 of the public order act. Sarah gunned the van to the scene and helped Sally load up the girl. They dropped Sally and her prisoner back off at the nick and headed back to their waiting area ready for the next shout. As they downed their 3rd coffee of the evening a call came in of a disturbance near their location. Simon acknowledged the call and Sarah turned on the blues and twos and raced to the scene. As they approached they saw two men fleeing the scene. Simon jumped out of the van and Sarah drove off after the other. he ran down a short alley so Sarah grabbed her hat and took chase on foot. The suspect was quick on his feet but all the extra laps Sarah did at the gym had paid off and she caught him up easily. Pulling her baton she floored the suspect and before he could realise what had happened she sat on his back and cuffed him. She yanked him to his feet and frog marched him back to the van. She just got him into the back of the van when Simon came over the radio and said his suspect had gotten away and was asking her location. She was just about to answer when she felt a blow to the back of her head sending her to the floor. Dazed on the floor she felt her radio being yanked from her stab vest and heard a smashing sound as it was tossed away. Next the she heard the rear of the van being opened and heard muffled voice. She was forcefully rolled on to her front and felt the unmistakeable feeling of a pair of speed cuffs clipping round her wrists. She was pulled to her feet and tossed into the holding cell of her van. As her head began to clear she felt the van pull away. She started to kick and scream so the driver hit the brakes suddenly causing her to smack her head into the bulk head. after a few minutes the van stop and the rear doors opened two men dressing black pulled her from the van and put duct tape over her mouth and throw her into the boot of a car. Again they drove for several minutes and the car stopped. The boot was opened and the two men lifted her out of the boot and marched her into a old warehouse. Inside the run down decor gave way to luxury furnishings. She now heard the men talking, but their words were not English. Being a child of the navy she had picked up a few different language and this one was sound like Slovak. She was patted down and had her equipment belt and mobile phone taken away. She was then shoved into a room with 5 other young girls. They all looked young between 18 to 25 years old. 4 of the girls wore sashes usually worn on hen dos. Sarah started to put the pieces together. This must be Slovak human trafficking gang. Snatching girls off the street and selling them into slavery. She decided she was not going to let that happen when another door opened and one of the girls was pulled out and the door closed. One by one the girls were taken out and not returned. The door opened again and the thug who had pulled the other girls approached her. He was carrying something, it was her police uniform helmet. He put it on her head and marched her through the new door. The room was dark with barley enough light to see her way. The thug stopped her on a small platform and left suddenly bright lights erupted in to life around her. When her eyes had acclimatised to the change of light she saw she was surrounded by 8 glass walls. Inside the darken booths she could make out the silhouettes of men. A PA system crackled in to life and a voice spoke broken English. Gentlemen for your final consideration I give you PC Sarah Bowen-Brown, she is 21 and is from good breeding. She thought to herself how could he know all that then she realised that they had taken her stuff her warrant card gave her name and the other items in her purse would give away her age and other aspects of her life and finally a double barrelled surname was bound to be from money or good breeding. For the next several seconds she saw the men pushing a button on their arm chairs until the voice came back on. Congratulation to bidder number 3 sold for £125000, she will be taken to your holding area. The lights went dark and the thug came out a side room and pushed her out of the auction area. After being send down several corridors she was shoved into another room, this was clearly as cell. The thug un cuffed her hands and pulled the door closed. Sarah removed the tap from her mouth and noticed she was not alone. A girl around 19 was sitting on the floor sobbing. Sarah put her arm around her to comfit her. Her name was Grace and today was her birthday. Poor kid Sarah though she examined the room they were in and other than the door there was a small cot and a toilet. After what seemed like hours and new thug entered the room a twisted her arm behind her back and she was led to another room. inside there was a bed with chains in the 4 corners and also there was 2 more chains hanging from the roof. Her wrist were secured in the roof chains. The thug left and two young girls in sexy underwear came in. Their faces were young but there eyes were glazed and broken spirited seeing far to much for their young years. One of the girls said the master had ordered that Sarah's lower half be stripped, as no girl was permitted to wear trousers in his presence. Sarah started to get scared as one girl un did her shoes as the other unfastened her trousers and pulled them off. With her trousers and shoes gone the girls pulled out a large pair of scissors and cut her stab vest away, followed by her uniform pullover. Stood there in only her panties, uniform shirt, tie and socks. She felt someone behind her and felt a prick in her left calf. She was being injected with something, it went to her head and she blacked out. When she came to half conciseness she was chained to the bed. She had lost her socks and knickers and her shirt was unbuttoned to the collar. They had left her tie on but her bra was missing, either she had been stripped and redressed or they girls cut it away. She shook her head clear of the sedative they gave her. The door opened and man wearing a well tailored suit entered. He was wearing a masquerade mask but she could see from his exposed features that he had a dark complexion so he was from the far east. She gave a vain attempt to struggle but all he limbs were securely chained spreading her over the bed. The man reached out and stroked her ankle. Sarah in a last ditched attempt to stop him declared that he was already accessory to kidnapping and if he continued he will be guilt of rape and assaulting a police officer. The man laughed and continued up he inner thigh, his touch was gentle and tender. His other had parted her unbuttoned shirt exposing her breasts. He rubbed nipples and squeezed her breast as his other had got higher and higher. Her body started to betray her as she felt her own arousal grow from this unknown mans tender touch. She tried to say to herself that he was violating her. His had pushed a finger into her clit and she let out a whimper. He giggled when he felt how wet she was at his touch. He was fingering her slowly at first but started to increase is pace. She felt the fire in he belly grow and she knew she would orgasm soon. The man stopped abruptly and pulled away from her. She almost felt disappointed when he stopped assaulting her. He had stepped out of her field of view but she could her the unmistakable sound of a fly opening. A few moments later he was back at the end of the bed. His trousers and jacket were gone, his tie was loose and with his top button undone. Sarah got a first glance at his cock, it was the same caramel colour as the rest of his skin. He was cut and about 5 to 6 inches half erect. He got on the bed and made his way up to the head. He cocked his leg over her chest and rested his cock head on her chin. She turned her head away and he slapped it back to the centre and shouted at her in Arabic to behalf. Arabic being one of the 12 languages she was fluent in she understood the threat he made about cutting her up. Resigned to her fate she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. The man fed his cock into her mouth and grunt to her to worship him. Fearing for the first time for her safety she popped the cock out her mouth licked it from the base to the tip and took it back in her mouth. She started to work the cock in her mouth with gusto, hoping she could bring him off quickly in her mouth rather than her pussy. Her administration were working as his cock swelled to full 8 inch erection. She hope he would blow soon as her jaw ached. He pulled out and stroked her cheek saying she maybe a keeper. Sudden fear shot through her as to her fate after he was done with her. He slid down the bed between her legs and guide his cock in to her swollen pussy and fucked her roughly. In despair she started to cry, this made the man howl with laughter as he pounded her mercilessly. He pulled out lifted her arse and pushed his cock into her virgin rosebud. She screamed in pain as he fucked her hole bareback. He was calling her a white slut that was born to serve the superior Arab man. He started to get rough and slapped the side of her face and her arse. She could feel his cock head swell just as he fire his cum up her arsehole. He rested a moment and pulled his cock out and presented it to her mouth to clean. without further threat she obeyed and cleaned the cum and shit from his cock. After a few moments he was hardening up again and started to hump her face. After a few minutes he pulled out and wanked himself to climax firing his second load over her face, collar and tie. He climbed of the bed and disappeared and moments later reappeared redressed straighing his tie. He gave her a Arabic bow and said she was one of the best and well worth the money and hoped she would find peace in the after life and left. She lay there and whimpered to herself. The two original girls who stripped her reappeared. They had a bowl of water and washed her face, collar and tie clean of the dried spunk. She guess most girls would be broken and submissive after being raped, but she was not most girls. The girls unchained her and she sprang to action. The attendants were no match for a full trained police constable. Beaten the girls were chained to the bed. Sarah look around the room and found the cut remains of her stab vest and bra. In the corner bin she found her trousers and shoes. She quickly put them on and refastened her shirt. She put her hat back on and felt back in control again for the first time since this ordeal began. She looked around for a weapon and found a candle stick. She searched the girls and found some keys. She pulled the door ajar and peered into the corridor, it was empty. She ventured down the corridor and paused at the first door she put her ear to it. There was no sound accept a slight crying. She entered to see the young girl wear nothing but her bride to be sash. She rushed up to her and unchained her. She quickly found out she was called Rebecca and that had not touched her yet. Sarah found the tattered remains of her dress and managed to tie it back on her. Leading her out they checked the next room. Sarah sighed she was too late for this girl. She was chained to a wooden X and was beaten and whip and was slumped unconscious in her restraints. Sarah check for a pulse and she felt a faint one. Quickly she took her down and Becky sobbed as it was Jane her chief brides maid. The girl opened her one good eye and force a smile seeing the reassuring sight of a policewoman. The Jane had been in a cab home when the drive kidnapped her. Her clothes were nowhere so they made her a toga from the bed next to the cross. Becky helped Jane as Sarah took the lead. In the next room Sarah found Grace the girl who's birthday it was. She was dressed in a full English catholic school uniform and she was being caned by a man dressed in a teachers gown and mortar board. Sarah sneaked up behind him and hit him with a chop to the neck. He slumped to the floor knocked out. Grace stood up and pulled her schoolgirl knickers up and looked over at her attacker. She said he was a teacher at her school and gave him a hard kick in his balls. Leaving the room the tried the last door inside were Becky's friends Laura and Frankie. These two girls had been forced into a lesbian sex show pleased to see the policewoman and their friends they quickly dressed and left the room. At the far end of the corridor was 3 doors. The one to the left Sarah remembered was the auction room and the other doors she put her ear to. The one straight ahead was silent, she opened it slowly and it was broom cupboard. the one the right she heard several male Slovak voices. She pointed to the left door and the girls quickly but quietly entered the auction room and hurried. Inside the auction room they saw two doors. The avoided the one to the holding cell and found themselves in another corridor behind the client booths. There was a door with a window showing the outside. Quickly they were outside in an alleyway. Sarah ordered the girls to go and raise the alarm she would stay here and stop anyone else from leaving. She took up position behind a large dust bin and crouched behind it and watched the door. After a few minutes she heard some commotion from within. She tightened her grip on the candle stick as the ardenaline started to surge. One of the men appeared at the door and she sprung forward and hit him square in the face with the stick. As she recovered from her attack another man grabbed her from behind causing her to drop her stick. The first man recovered and punched her in the face dazing her. They dragged her back inside and into one of the rooms. In broken english they said they would teach her for fucking up their operation and kick her a few time. One of the men dragged her to her feet pinning her arms behind her. The other grabbed her shirt and ripped it open exposing her breasts. He pinched and bite her nipples as she cried out in pain. He punched her in the stomach as is friend let her go. She crumbled to the floor crying. The first guy pulled a knife and cut open her trousers letting the tatters full to each ankle. she was yanked to her knees by her hair and she felt a cock forced into her mouth. The man holding hair a vice like grip pumped her mouth deep down her throat. From behind the other guy pulled her to a bend over standing position and force his cock up her sore arse and fuck her hard. Tears of pain streamed down her face as she was raped for the second time within the hour. The guy fucking her face told her she was going to die a cum slut. Sarah went into a daze did not feel the guy cum in her arse. He pulled out letting her go she sunk back to her knees. The other emptied his load down her throat and held his cock in her throat forcing her to swallow. She slumped into a heap on the floor a broken woman. The men laughed at her as one of them kicked her in the stomach again. The guy who fucked her mouth grabbed her wrist and pulled her flat out on the floor on her belly. The other guy took off his leather belt and started to whip Sarah's back and arse. She let out a blood curling scream as they whipped her. Her police issue shirt that was until a few hours ago was a well pressed pristine white was now a torn bloody rag. Sarah felt as if she was going to pass out from the pain as guy who fucked her arse knelt behind her and fed his cock into her pussy and fucked her hard and fast. The other guy yanked her up to all fours by her hair and said how does it feel to know she was going to die. She spat at him and he called her a police whore and punched her square in the face. She slipped into unconscious welcoming the fuzzy darkness. It was short lived as she was slapped awake with the man telling her they had not give her permission to pass out. The guy fucking her emptied his second load into her. Another kick to the stomach and she was on the floor beaten and spitting blood. The two guys laughed as they pissed on her. The urine mixing with her fresh wounds stinging like crazy. The spoke in their native tough but Sarah could not think straight enough to translate. The first man grabbed his knife as the second pulled her to her feet and the first guy sunk his blade into he belly. Sarah's eyes bulged as guy told her to die bitch. Once more she fell to the floor and the guy wiped his blade on her shirt and they both left. Sarah tried to apply as much pressure as she could to her fatal wound find to stay awake. 15 minutes later she heard voices enter the room. They were English and calling her name. It was Simon and Sally her fellow officers. Sally started first aid as Simon called in the medics. 2 Hours later Sarah had been in surgery and was now recovering from a hospital bed. The following day she had a visit from Grace the girl she rescued the night before. She had Sarah's police bowler hat and said it was the only part of her uniform not put in the bin. It help Sarah talk things through with Grace over the following days and the two grew close. During one of chats Grace went quite and said she was glad not to be violated by the teacher as though she has not admitted it to anyone else she was a lesbian. Sarah welled up and thanked for trusting her with that revelation and told Grace she as bi-sexual herself. She confessed to a having a 6 month relationship a female royal navy lieutenant from her father's staff when she was 17 and she had a brief fling with a fellow female recruit at the police training college. She admitted to having a thing for hot women in neat shirt and tie uniforms and also admitted that Grace looked hot in the schoolgirl outfit. This made Grace blush. This sharing of secrets cemented the deep bound of a new friendship.