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Chapter Four
I-95: Next Exit, Hell
Both the sunset and Baltimore’s congestion were behind her as she headed north on I-95. Laura could get in trouble for being out of Virginia, but the old man’s story was the first ray of hope she’d had since this nightmare had begun.
She couldn’t believe that Jim had had a gambling problem. She’d never seen the signs. But the proof was all waiting for her in New Jersey, with the brother of the old homeless man who’d come out of nowhere to help her.
“I don’t know if you remember me,” the old guy had said, “you gave me some money yesterday.”
“Of course I do,” Laura had said, looking in her purse.
“No, that’s okay, ma’am. I’m here to help you this time. I know about your trouble, and a couple things you don’t,” he looked around fearfully, and eased back into an alcove.
“What!” Laura had said.
“I could get killed, telling you this,” he whispered.
She kept speeding up as she thought about it, so she set the cruise control at sixty-five. The missing money at Polytech, the bomb in his plane, they could all be explained by gambling debts to brutal gangsters. It felt as if she was crawling as she drove on in the gathering darkness.
A blue flicker made her glance at the rear view mirror, her speedometer, and back at the mirror. The cruise control was keeping her right at the speed limit, but the cop car didn’t pull around her. It followed her into the disabled lane and parked well off the road behind her.
“Turn off your engine, ma’am,” it was a woman’s voice.
“I wasn’t speeding, officer.”
“License and registration, please,” she said.
Laura could see the woman’s waist, and a heavily laden belt.
“Wait here,” she said.
The equipment-laden belt did nothing to hide the size of the policewoman’s hips, and the pants of her uniform stretched tightly over her ample ass. Laura struggled with a smile as an obnoxious rap song popped into her head:
“I like big butts, and I cannot lie…”
“Where ya’ heddin’?” said the other officer, making Laura jump. She must have come around the front of the car from the passenger side. She was much slimmer than the other one and spoke with a drawl.
“New Jersey,” Laura replied
“Nice night for a drive,” she said, shining her flashlight in Laura’s face.
“Help Mrs. Wesson out of the car,” the first officer said when she got back.
“Sure thing, Helen. Out cha’ go, missy.”
“What’s the matter?” Laura said, undoing her seatbelt as the second officer held the door.
“You’ll have to come with us, ma’am,” said Helen, “Please step out of the car.”
“What did I do?” Laura said.
“Your rear license plate wasn’t visible,” she said, “and you appear to be in violation of a court order not to leave Northern Virginia. Please step back to our police unit and place your hands on the hood.”
“You carrying any weapons?” the second officer asked as she slipped her hand under Laura’s dress and slid it up between her legs.
“No. Hey, watch it!” Laura said when the hand slipped under the crotch of her panties.
She only got part way up before Helen slammed her back down on the hood. She jerked Laura’s arm up behind her back and pressed down on Laura’s neck with her forearm.
“We have to search you before we take you in,” Helen said, “Try to cooperate, please.”
The smaller one had Laura’s dress up on her back and had pulled her panties down to her knees. She was holding Laura’s legs apart with her own, and was twisting a third finger into Laura’s pussy. The I-95 traffic didn’t notice a thing as it zoomed past.
“Gun.”
“Let me see,” Helen said, and took the small pistol while her partner put handcuffs on Laura.
“That’s not mine,” Laura said as she was pushed to the back of the police car.
“It appears to be a .22 caliber pistol,” Helen said clearly, turning the gun back and forth in front of the middle of the windshield of the police car.
“We might as well turn the tape off,” Helen said, as she took the next off ramp.
“Hmm, we’re all alone now,” the other one said, turning in her seat. “I’m Rose, and Helen here is my partner. We’re going to have to make a detour on the way to the station. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Who are you? What do you want?” Laura said.
“We’re just a couple of public servants, trying to keep the streets safe. A little bird told us we might run across you, and I’m happy we did. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Rose said, and then licked her fingers, “And you taste good too.”
“I guess looks and money aren’t enough for some people, are they Mrs. Wesson,” Helen said.
“Here we are,” Rose said, as they parked in the middle of nowhere. “You look great on TV, but I can’t believe how gorgeous you are in person. This is going to be great.”
Laura scrambled back as Rose opened the back door and started to crawl in, and then yelped when the door behind her opened. Helen caught her under the arms and dragged her out of the car.
“Get the blanket,” Helen said, as Laura kicked and twisted.
They were very careful removing her clothes. Laura fought them every inch of the way, but they never tore so much as a button.
Rose stood over her while Helen got undressed, and then Helen checked that Laura’s handcuffs were secure while Rose shed her uniform.
“We look like an evolution chart,” Rose said as she knelt on the blanket. “Bing, bing, bing,” she pointed to herself, Laura and Helen, in that order.
Rose was small breasted, slender, with a wiry look about her. Helen was a bit too full figured. Her slim waist and firm body told of long hours at the gym, but gravity was destined to win the battle with her breasts. Between them, in the ‘perfect’ spot on the chart, Laura was struggling herself into exhaustion.
“Have you ever seen tits like this?” Rose said.
“Only in my dreams,” Helen said, gently running her hands over Laura’s breasts.
Laura was exhausted. Each breath burned fire in her lungs, yet the two women had handled her struggles without breaking a sweat. Helen’s armpit held Laura’s face down while she fondled Laura’s breast, the smell of deodorant mingling with the scent it was trying to hide. Rose sat on Laura’s ankles, pinching her pussy and the soft flesh around it.
“You can’t do this,” Laura said, “This is rape, I’ll…”
“Listen carefully, gorgeous. You can say things like; ‘Oh, that feels good,’ or, ‘Please suck my titties,’ you can even say; ‘Let me lick your nasty snatch,’ if you want to, but threats, or anything like them, really piss us off. You might get seriously hurt while trying to escape if we get pissed off. Do you understand?”
Laura was silent. They were going to rape her, and the only question was what kind of shape she’d be in afterwards.
“You’re an incredibly attractive woman,” Helen said, getting off and putting her face close to Laura’s. “I know that you’re rotten to the core, but you look like an angel. Rose and I are going to spend some time in heaven; you can join us if you want, or you can make this your personal hell.”
She sealed Laura’s mouth with a kiss, and Laura didn’t resist the invading tongue.
Laura uncoupled her mind from her body as the two monsters pawed and sucked on her. Helen spent the entire time in deep kisses with Laura, and sucking on her breasts. Sometimes she’d want Laura to suck her breasts, but she’d be back to kissing right away.
Rose would lie on Laura’s leg, rubbing herself on Laura’s ankle and foot while she ate her. When she had worked herself up, she’d scurry up and squat over Laura’s face.
“Eat me, baby. Make me come.”
Laura licked her clit, trying to make her come as quickly as possible, but as soon as she got close, Rose would scramble back down and start eating Laura again.
Despite the horror of what was happening to her, her traitorous body was responding to the tongue craftily licking her labia, wiggling wildly inside her, and giving her small shocks as it flicked her clit. The way they were bringing her so close to orgasm was as degrading as the rape itself.
It was impossible to know how long they used her on that blanket, in a field, within earshot of I-95. Except for the sound of distant cars, she could have been in a field before the dawn of time from what she could see of her surroundings. They must have known that no ears would be out here, because they made no effort to be quiet.
Laura finally forced Rose to come. She sucked the entire upper part of her cunt into her mouth and clamped down on it with her teeth. She punished her clit with her tongue, and shook her bite deeper when Rose tried to get up. The combination of pain and pleasure was more than Rose could stand, and she crushed back down on Laura’s mouth and screamed out her orgasm.
“That was fast,” Helen said.
“She’s a fuckin’ succubus,” Rose said. “I feel like she raped me!”
“My arms are killing me,” Laura said, trying to act lustful. “Take the cuffs off so I can do this right.” She lifted her head and kissed Helen’s chin.
“Against the rules,” Rose said.
Laura bit back her retort.
“It might be more comfortable if you were on top,” Helen said.
Laura had to do something. It felt like she’d been on her cuffed arms for hours, and it had rarely been just her own weight pressing down on them.
“Yes, I want to get on top of you, Helen, help me up,” Laura tried to sound excited, and kept kissing every part of Helen that her lips could reach, chin, neck, shoulder.
Helen simply wrapped her arms around Laura and rolled to her back. She dragged Laura’s upper body on top or her. Laura tried to put one leg between Helens’ legs, so they could get this thing over, but Helen wanted both of Laura legs between hers. She never even attempted to rub herself on Laura, she just wanted to kiss and rub her hands on Laura’s breasts and ass. Laura was afraid this bitch would still be pawing her when the sun came up.
“You’re a real piece of work,” Rose said, squatting down on her haunches and lighting a cigarette. She blew smoke in Laura’s face before getting up and walking away.
Being raped by a man must be bad, but at least it would end. This seemed to go on forever. It felt like a rash where their hot, sweaty bodies kept rubbing together, and the freaky bitch kept kissing, and kissing, and kissing.
