by S. J. Lewis
“Thanks!” she puffed as she dropped the exact change into the slot. The woman merely grunted. She floored the gas just enough to make Krissy stumble and grab for a handhold. Krissy was sure that it was deliberate, but she let it go. The woman had at least held the bus for her. Anyway, bitching about it would just give the driver more reason to remember her than she already had. Krissy plopped herself down on an empty seat. There were a lot of empty seats at this hour, with only four or five other people on the bus with her, all looking bored and half asleep. Even so she took care to make sure that her coat covered her up and no one could get a look at the red dress she still wore underneath it. She sat quietly and caught her breath as the bus crawled along its route. She was feeling a bit lightheaded, what with the excitement of the score, the jogging through the darkened city streets and the mad dash to catch the bus. It was a good feeling, but she needed to be calm and level-headed when she met Tito. He might not look that sharp, but he always knew when someone wasn’t concentrating on business. He could burn you pretty badly if you weren’t paying attention. She practiced some breathing exercises a yoga instructor had once taught her. It always helped. She remembered the stretching exercises the woman had taught her as well, but she didn’t try them anywhere near as often.
By the time the bus arrived at her stop, Krissy felt very, very calm. She made sure that the credit cards she’d taken were readily accessible so that she could hand them over to Tito. She’d take the pilfered jewelry to a fence she knew sometime next month. It would be safer to dispose of it then, and she’d get a lot more for it than if she tried to sell them right away. She rose from her seat and left by the side door. Tito’s was still open, but hardly anything else in the neighborhood was.
“Kristina Saunders?”
Krissy turned to face whoever had spoken. She saw a tall, slender woman with long dark hair and hard dark eyes approaching her, walking like a tiger stalking prey.
“Who wants to know?” Krissy demanded.
The woman flashed a badge. “Detective Palmieri, vice,” she said. “We’d like to ask you a few questions.”
‘We’? Krissy looked around and only then noticed the heavyset man in the ill-fitting suit. He smiled at her. It made her skin crawl. “Am I being arrested?” she asked. Frantically, she tried to think of any way in which she might have slipped up. She’d been so careful for so long that she hadn’t believed that what seemed to be happening now could ever happen to her. She must have made a mistake, but what was it?
“No,” the woman replied. “We’d just like to ask you a few questions.”
“Uh-huh,” Krissy nodded. “Look, now’s not a good time. How about I come down to the station tomorrow? Just tell me where and when.” She didn’t like this at all, not at all. She felt like running, but that wouldn’t work, would it? If they knew who she was, they knew where she lived, so she couldn’t run home. It was unlikely that they knew about the locker she kept at the bus station where she stashed her getaway kit. Give her a good start and she could certainly outrun the guy. The woman, with her long, long legs, was another matter, even if she was wearing knee-high boots with chunky heels that weren’t intended for running. But what if all they really wanted to do was ask her a few questions, and she ran…
“I’m afraid that we need to talk to you now,” the woman shook her head. She stopped a few feet away from Krissy. “Really, it won’t take long, and we’ll give you a ride home afterwards.”
Krissy didn’t believe her. An accomplished liar herself, she knew when someone else was lying to her. There was more to this than just answering some questions. Even if that’s all there was to it, she had some very incriminating items on her.
Then it struck her that she’d been set up, and who had done it to her. It had to be Tito. She’d told him she’d be coming to see him tonight. But how could he toss her to the cops without incriminating himself? Unless…he knew these cops, somehow, and had worked out a deal that left him out of it.
She whirled to run, but the woman must have seen something in her eyes that warned her. Before Krissy could take her first step, the woman had lunged forward and grabbed her by her hair. Krissy squalled at the sudden, painful yank as she was swung around, dragged a few steps, and then slammed against the side of a car. The woman pushed her down, bending her over onto the hood, which was still warm.
“Kristina Lynn Saunders,” the dark-haired woman recited mechanically as she let go of Krissy’s hair to pull her arms behind her, “You’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right…”
She’d heard it all before on any number of cop shows on television, but this was the first time Krissy had ever heard it in person. Stunned, and feeling suddenly sick to her stomach, she put up no resistance as the woman deftly locked the handcuffs around her wrists while she finished reciting the street catechism to her. Once she was cuffed, the woman stood her back up while her partner opened the rear door of the car. “Do you understand all these rights as I’ve told them to you?” the woman almost snickered as she gave Krissy a push towards the opened door. All Krissy could do was nod.
“Answer me, you little bitch!” the woman snarled, giving Krissy a rough shake.
“Yes. Yes!” Krissy yelled back. She’d thought about what she could do if she was ever in this situation, but she’d never thought all that much about it, since it was such an unpleasant thing to contemplate. Instead, she’d put a lot of thought into planning how not to get caught in the first place.
She still had something of a chance. When they searched her, the evidence that they’d find would be absolutely damning. But unless they had some way to link her to all of the other little jobs that she’d pulled she could always plead that this was her first offense. Even with a public defender pleading her case, with any luck she’d get probation and not prison. She’d play nice for a month or two, and then gather up her stuff and skip town. It would be a setback, but she could survive it.
“Get on in there, little lady,” the male half of the team said as he put a hand on her head to keep it from bumping into the car. Krissy hated his touch, but she put up with it as she slid into the back seat of the car. She expected to see a tough metal screen between the back seat and the front, but there wasn’t one. The door slammed shut. Krissy sat, mute and motionless, as the two vice cops got into the front seat. It would be best if she didn’t say anything at all from now on. Once they started to interrogate her, she’d demand a lawyer…a woman lawyer.
The car started up. Krissy noticed that the woman was driving, while the man turned half around in the passenger seat to smile at her. She didn’t like his smile at all, so she turned to look away from him. Because of that, she didn’t realize that they weren’t heading to the station at all until she saw no buildings, only trees.
“Hey,” she spoke up and tried to sit up, hampered by the handcuffs. “Hey, what’s going on?”
The woman said nothing. The man laughed nastily. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, blondie,” he said. “Just do as you’re told and everything will be okay.”
Krissy blinked at him for a moment before realization kicked in. “Oh, no!” she snarled. “Oh, hell no!” Sliding back down on the seat, she kicked hard at the man’s fat round face. He moved just enough to make her miss and grabbed her ankle before she could pull her leg back. Her coat and her dress slid up, and he smiled nastily.
“Nice view,” he said, looking up her leg. Krissy lashed out at him with her other foot, aiming for the hand that gripped her ankle. She connected, but it didn’t seem to bother him much. The coat and dress slid up even further.
“Let me go, you motherfucker!” she yelled, kicking at him again. This time he let go and she missed. She pulled her legs back and twisted around on the seat, trying to get her clothes back down, succeeding only when she knelt on the floor and let gravity do the work. That put her head where the man could get to it. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back.
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br /> “Let me go, you fat, ugly sonofabitch!” she hissed at him. In reply, he slapped her hard with his free hand and then let go. Krissy sagged down onto the floor, stunned.
“She’s got a mouth on her,” she heard the male cop say. “Wonder what else it’s good for.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up,” the woman replied wearily. “We’re almost there. Keep it in your pants until we’re inside.”
Krissy’s head was swimming. Her cheek still stung from the slap. It was very, very important that she should move, or scream, or something, but doing any of those things seemed to be too difficult to even try just now. As bad as it would have been for her to be arrested and brought to trial, what was about to happen to her now was even worse. These two cops had plans for her, plans that clearly included rape. She could endure that. She could even endure them taking all of tonight’s score from her, which they certainly would if they were as corrupt as they seemed. It would be a very bad night for her, but she could survive. It was what would happen afterwards that worried her. Would they try to make her work for them? If they did, what would they try to make her do?
The car stopped, but the engine kept running. Krissy stayed on the floor, out of reach of the fat male cop. She wouldn’t be out of his reach for much longer, she was sure. After a moment, the car moved forward, slowly, and then stopped again. This time Krissy heard the engine stop. Her stomach knotted up.
“Door’s down,” she heard the woman say. “Let’s get her out.”
She didn’t put up any fight as they pulled her out of the car, but she didn’t help them any either. As they stood her up, she saw that they were in a big two-car garage, spotlessly clean and, aside from them and the car, completely empty. There was one door on the far wall that probably led outside, and two more on the near wall.
“This way,” the woman said. She headed for the left-hand door, unlocked it, opened it, and reached inside to flick on the lights. Krissy saw a short flight of wooden stairs leading down and a patch of bare cement floor.
“Bring her along,” the woman ordered her partner. He took a fistful of Krissy’s hair and dragged her towards the stairs. Krissy didn’t fight him. He was too big, she was still handcuffed, there was nowhere to run anyway. As they descended the stairs, she saw that they were now in a big, empty basement of some kind, cold, hard and windowless. There were two doors side by side on the far wall. Well, no, it wasn’t completely empty, she realized. There was a king-size mattress leaning up against the far wall. There was a big cardboard box on the floor next to it. The sight of them made her suddenly nauseous.
The male cop led her into the middle of the basement and left her there as he went back to shut the door. The female cop first freed Krissy’s wrist from the handcuffs and then turned Krissy around to face her.
“I guess you think you’re pretty tough,” she smirked.
Krissy ignored the implied threat. “What the fuck do you want?” she demanded as she glared up at the woman. “Why did you bring me here?” Her wrists were sore from the cuffs, but she wouldn’t show weakness to these two by rubbing them.
“Don’t play dumb,” the woman replied. “You know what’s coming next, there’s nothing you can do about it but make it harder for us and much more painful for you, so why not make it easier all around? Now strip down, you predatory little bitch, unless you want us to do that for you.” She held up a stun gun. “Your choice,” she said.
Chapter Five
Krissy stared at the woman for a long moment. She saw no mercy in those large, dark eyes, no mercy at all. The approach of her partner, all eager anticipation as he looked at Krissy gave her an excuse to look away from those eyes.
“You fucking bastards,” she snarled. The woman slapped her, so quickly that Krissy never saw it coming. It stung, and it snapped her head around, but Krissy felt certain that the woman had not used her full strength.
“Strip,” the woman ordered. She waved the stun gun suggestively and smiled nastily.
Krissy sighed loudly, trying to appear calmer than she actually felt. Looking down and away from the two cops, she slowly unbuttoned her coat. As she began to shrug it off, she looked up at the woman, who was clearly the one in charge.
“Just drop it on the floor,” the woman told her. Krissy complied, then reached around awkwardly to unzip her dress. She saw how the woman’s partner leaned forward, all but licking his lips, and fought back an urge to shudder. She half turned away from them and finished unzipping her dress. She could stall, dragging out the process as much as she dared, but realized that that would only excite the fat man even more than he already was. She slid the spaghetti straps down off of her shoulders and let the dress slide down along her body to the floor. She regretted not wearing some sort of bra under it, but the dress was so revealing that she didn’t have a bra to go with it that wouldn’t show.
“My, my, my,” the woman said, her tone mocking. “Those are very nice. Mind if I check them out? Put your hands on your head, bitch.”
Krissy sighed again, trying to sound annoyed, and put her hands on her head. The woman reached out with the stun gun and ran it across Krissy’s breasts.
“Hey…” Krissy’s mouth was suddenly dry, her voice a croak. “Hey…”
“Shut up, you little bitch,” the woman ordered. “Just a little reminder.” She reached out with her free hand now and cupped each of Krissy’s breasts in turn, testing their weight and firmness. Then she squeezed one, gently at first, then with more force.
“You’re a lucky girl,” she said as she let go. “Lots of women would kill for a set of tits like that. And yours are all natural. I like the way the nipples poke a little bit upwards. Looks nice and perky. What are they, C-cups or D-cups?”
Krissy gulped, but didn’t answer. They could just go ahead and do to her whatever they were going to do to her. She wasn’t going to get into a conversation about it.
“I say they’re D-cups,” the man spoke up. “Damn, she’s got curves.”
“Nah,” the woman shrugged. “Looks like she’s a nice, full C-cup, maybe even a D, but she’s not really all that more endowed than lots of other women. I’ll bet she goes about 34-23-34…or maybe 35. But she’s only about five-two or five-three, so she looks a lot curvier because everything’s closer together.”
“Yeah, okay,” Krissy heard the man say. She made a point not to look at him, even out of the corner of her eye. From the tone of his voice it sounded as if he was salivating over her.
“No stockings or pantyhose either,” the woman observed. “You must be pretty confident about your legs, bitch. Well, no matter. Get those shoes off first, and then those fancy, frilly white panties.”
Krissy sighed again and slipped off her shoes. The cement floor felt cold on her bare feet, so she stood on her coat as she slid her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. They weren’t all that fancy or frilly, but they were the last bit of clothing she wore, and she really didn’t want to take them off. She hesitated. Then she yielded to the inevitable and slid them down to her knees. She straightened up and let gravity do the rest of the work.
“Aw, man,” she heard the male cop complain. “Shaved.”
“Yeah, you like at least a little bit of fuzz down there, don’t you?” the woman chuckled. “Deal with the disappointment. Turn around, bitch, and put your hands behind you.”
“You don’t have to do that!” Krissy looked up, protesting. The woman slapped her again, but not very hard.
“Shut the fuck up and do as you’re fucking told you fucking little bitch,” the woman said. The words came out in a flat monotone that dripped menace. Krissy closed her eyes, turned around, and put her hands behind her, ready for the handcuffs. Instead, she felt something thin, hard and unyielding go around her wrists. There was a sharp yank, accompanied by a zipping noise, and suddenly whatever was binding her wrists became painfully tight. Krissy let out a surprised ‘Ow!’ before she could stop herself.
“Plastic restraints,” the woman
breathed into Krissy’s ear. “I’m told that they can really hurt if they’re too tight. How are yours? Tight enough?” All Krissy could do was nod. Any other response might make the woman pull them even tighter.
“Get things ready,” the woman said. Krissy saw the male cop hurry over to the mattress and push it over onto the floor. Then she felt the woman step up close behind her, their bodies touching, and felt her slide her hands up under her breasts again, squeezing and fondling.
“I’m told you like girls,” the woman said breathily into Krissy’s ear. “Is that true?”
Once again, all Krissy could do was nod.
“Hmmm…” the woman purred. “I’ve always been a little bit curious myself.” She tweaked Krissy’s nipples lightly, then not so lightly. Krissy bit her lip to keep from crying out. “Maybe this is my night to find out, you think?” The woman’s breath was warm and damp against Krissy’s neck and shoulder. Under very different circumstances, she might have found it arousing. Now, it was just creepy.
“Ready!” the man called out. He stood next to the mattress, looking avidly at Krissy’s naked body.
“He likes oral,” the woman huffed against Krissy’s neck and ear. “But I don’t think you’d like that at all, would you?” Krissy just shook her head.
“In fact, you’d probably bite his dick off if he tried it, wouldn’t you?” Again, Krissy shook her head. Just the thought of letting that man stick his cock in her mouth made her nauseous. The woman laughed.
“So I guess he’ll just have to settle for fucking you,” she said. “Are you ready for that?” One of her hands let go of Krissy’s breast and wandered down to her lower belly, the long, sharp fingernails tracing parallel lines across Krissy’s skin. Krissy couldn’t suppress a shudder. “Let’s see,” the woman went on, and then her fingers were probing Krissy’s pussy, sliding between the fleshy outer lips. It made her start, but she held still after that.