HOLD HER UP
�Hold her up!� yelled the fat lieutenant. �Keep her
on her feet!�
Using the sleeve of his dirty white shirt he wiped
sweat from his eyes and took a few deep breaths. He felt hot and dizzy and
exhausted, his bulging belly heaving as he gasped for air in the humid
basement. Wincing at a sudden pain in his right hand he looked down and
clenched his fist, seeing the knuckles red and raw in the dim lamplight.
�She�s ready again, sir,� said Gomez, the spotty kid
who looked too scrawny to be a policeman.
�Okay, boy!� the lieutenant replied, taking a pace
forward with his fists tightly clenched. �Keep her arms tight!�
The woman tried desperately to struggle free, but
Gomez and Old Sancho held her arms so firmly that she could barely twitch her
naked body. A whimper escaped her cut and bloodied lips before the lieutenant�s
left fist smashed into her face, knocking her head back with a loud, sickening
smack. The blow raised a livid crimson mark beneath her right eye, just above
the purple swollen bruise that showed where, a few minutes earlier, one of her
upper teeth had been punched out of the gum. Her head lolled backwards, then
slumped forward, her chin resting on her blood-spattered chest.� Red droplets spilled from her mouth and onto
her breasts, streaking the quivering orbs with tiny rivulets that trickled over
her nipples.
�She�s a dead weight, sir,� observed Sancho, a
burly, grey-haired veteran of the police department whose sixty-seventh
birthday was looming. He had a grand-daughter of similar age and appearance to
the lieutenant�s prisoner, both girls being slim brunettes in their early
twenties. Because of the uncanny likeness he had felt rather uncomfortable when
the lieutenant ordered him to strip the woman, but the promise of raping her
after the interrogation had quickly cured his anxiety. His main hope now was
that the savage beating would not reduce her to an unappealing mess of blood
and bruises and broken bones.
�Has she fainted again?� the lieutenant inquired,
his dark eyes blazing furiously. �Has the sly little bitch flipped into
unconsciousness?�
�Not quite, sir,� Gomez answered, hearing the
woman�s faint groans. �But she can�t take much more of this, I reckon.�
The lieutenant launched a savage kick at the woman�s
vagina, using all of his strength to bury his boot in the triangle of dark hair
between her thighs. A piercing shriek burst from her lungs and her slender body
stiffened in her captors� harsh clutches. Then her torso shuddered uncontrollably,
her shoulders shaking and her breasts heaving, while huge sobs welled in her
throat.
�You�ve made her bleed, sir,� commented Gomez,
stooping to peer at the prisoner�s crotch. �It�s trickling out of her cunt.�
�Good!� replied the lieutenant. �She�ll be slick and
wet when I shove my cock inside her. Now put her on her knees!�
Gomez and Sancho forced the woman to kneel, bending
her arms behind her back and ignoring her whimpers. Her long brown hair hung in
lank strands across her forehead and stuck to her shoulders in sweat-soaked
tangles.
The lieutenant stood in front of her and caressed a
few wet tresses from her face, his touch making the woman wince in pain when
his fingers pressed her bruises. Grinning, he leered down at her as he
unbuttoned his trousers and heaved out his penis, its shaft already stiff and
aroused. With a chuckle he rubbed the glistening purple tip back and forth
along her mouth, the foreskin becoming smeared with blood from her lacerated
lips.
�You�d better suck me good, pretty slut!� he rasped.
�If I feel the slightest touch of your teeth I�ll pull them out with pliers.�
Tears spilled down the woman�s cheeks as she wrapped
her mouth around her tormentor�s engorged manhood. Pain and nausea mingled in
her senses, magnifying her degradation, but she knew that she must perform the
terrible task as though the obese lieutenant was her lover. Using her tongue,
she licked the sensitive underside of his cock while her clasping lips moved to
and fro along the shaft.
�Fantastic!� he hissed, his trembling fingers
stroking her delicate ears. �You give oral like a fifty-dollar whore!�
His comments excited Gomez and Sancho, making them
impatient, though they dared not suggest that their superior officer should
hurry his pleasure. The waiting proved too much for Gomez, who drew his small
erection from his trousers and began masturbating slowly. The prisoner would be
the fifth woman to savour his cock, and by far the most beautiful. Like the
previous four, she would be taken by force on the bare concrete floor of the
police depot�s deep basement, her unwilling body powerless to refuse his
violent lust. He had joined the police a virgin, quickly losing his innocence
to a plump blonde journalist of thirty-seven whose rants against the government
had been punished by twelve days of brutal torture and gang-rape.
Sancho, by contrast, had lost count of the
unfortunate females whose mouths, cunts and assholes had been reamed by his
gnarled old shaft. He had served as a policeman under nine presidents and had
participated in numerous atrocities against those who opposed whichever party
ruled at the time. But the thrill and excitement of a new female prisoner never
failed to stir him, and already his cock was hard as he watched the kneeling
brunette suck the lieutenant to orgasm.
Despite the beating she was still young and fragile
and beautiful, and Old Sancho longed to probe her flesh with his hot meat. His
eyes traced down her narrow back to where her hips flared below her waist, the
supple curves of her buttocks drawing his attention to the tight cleft between
them. His hands twitched as he imagined prizing apart those firm ass-cheeks to
expose the woman�s tiny pink rosebud for his inspection. A smile broke across
his mouth as he recalled the list of objects that he had introduced to various
female assholes during his long career with the police department: pencils,
pens, beer bottles, gun barrels, electrodes, knives, even his own clenched
fist. And all because his wife of forty years consistently refused his demands
for anal sex!
�Fucking bitch!� the lieutenant yelled suddenly,
jumping back from the woman. �She tried to bite me!�
With fearful wide eyes, the prisoner crouched low on
her knees, shaking her head and trying to form words of denial with her wounded
lips. But it was too late. The lieutenant�s boot caught her in the belly, his
savage kick doubling her over and sending her sprawling on the concrete.
Even as she lay sobbing and retching, the fat
lieutenant leapt on top of her, his strong hands pinning her wrists to the
floor while he manoeuvred his huge body above her trembling form. With a
triumphant yell he pushed his erection into her vagina, feeling the fleshy hole
slick with blood. He guessed from her agonized grimace that both kicks had
inflicted internal damage, the thought arousing his sadistic lusts and making
him thrust more vigorously.
After less than twenty strokes he climaxed,
muttering a tirade of obscenities and squeezing the woman�s breasts as he
squirted his juice inside her body. No sooner had he withdrawn and knelt
backwards than Gomez took over, his small stiff manhood jabbing into the
prisoner�s cunt like a thickened finger.�
The young policeman managed barely a dozen thrusts before he climaxed,
but he spent the whole time with his hands clasped around the woman�s breasts
while his tongue feverishly licked her nipples. He was still whispering You�re
beautiful! So beautiful! when Sancho dragged him off and flung him aside.
�Give me that sweet little ass!� the old man yelled, slapping the prisoner�s face when she feebly attempted to raise her head off the floor.
Grabbing her ankles, he pulled them up onto his
shoulders and sat with the woman�s abdomen between his outspread legs. His
trousers were rolled around his ankles and his cock was so hard that the veins
along its shaft seemed ready to burst.
�Sun lotion!� he yelled, pointing at Gomez, who crawled aside to fetch a plastic bottle of cheap suntan oil. Sancho poured oil onto his cock and rubbed it into the skin until his whole shaft glistened like a spike of polished leather. Then, ignoring the woman�s efforts to struggle free, he gripped her legs firmly and levered his erection into the cleft between her buttocks. Blood seeping from her injured vagina trickled into the cleft, mingling with the sun lotion to produce a greasy pink cocktail that streaked his shaft as he thrusted in and out of her rear passage.
�I guessed as much,� said Gomez, kneeling beside the
woman�s head and rubbing his restored erection. �She�s an ass-virgin.�
�We�ll have some fun tomorrow!� said the lieutenant,
licking his lips and patting his huge belly. �I�ll stretch her on the rack and
whip her until she squeals!�
Gomez chuckled, but Sancho gave a disappointed grunt
and lay back, the woman�s legs flopping limp and nerveless on his torso.
�She�s fainted, sir!� he groaned. �I guess the pain
just got too much for her.�
�Lazy slut!� rasped the lieutenant, kicking the
woman�s ribs so hard that her body spasmed. �Pick her up and drag her back to
her cell. She�s no more use tonight.�
Gomez joined Sancho in hauling the unconscious
prisoner off the floor, the younger man grabbing her ankles and leering merrily
at her ravaged vagina.
�I�m off to the Starlight Bar,� said the lieutenant.
�Fancy a beer, Sancho?�
The old policeman nodded, giving the officer a grin
and a wink. �Right, sir! I�ll meet you there as soon as I�m finished in the
cells. About half an hour?�
The lieutenant nodded and walked off, whistling a
tune as he wiped blood from his hands. Sancho shook his head and gave a weary
sigh.
�Come on, lad!� he said. �Let�s get it over with.�
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