Aida was of Ethiopian descent. Dark skinned and lovely, she was living proof that the Ethiopians were one of the more handsome races of the human species. She was vibrant and alive, eager to be out and doing things.
She had joined the local police force just as soon as she was able. She was thankful that the rules had been relaxed slightly in an attempt to get more women into the force, but for whatever reason, she had made it.
She proved to be a good officer, easily able to hold her own in the rough and tumble of the standard police beat. She didn't need to be secluded in an office, typing, or standing duty watches at children's crossings.
Stan was of mongrel descent. A number of nationalities had gone into his genetic heritage, none of whom were particularly anxious to claim Stan as their own. He'd been a cop for nearly twenty years and, despite a deep cynicism about people and their motives, he was a good cop.
He was also Aida's partner and, in her humble opinion, a dyed-in-the-wool chauvinist pig. After the first couple of nights partnering him, Aida had challenged him to a contest in the gym. At first he'd laughed it off but, when he found she was set on it, agreed.
The martial arts battle that followed was a lesson for both of them. Aida knew her skills and had faced up to Stan full of confidence. Unfortunately, Stan also knew his own abilities, and while Aida managed to give him a run, he took her down quite hard in the end.
After the bout Stan conceded that it was possible that Aida could handle herself in the field. Aida found for her part that Stan was willing and able to back up his mouth with action. They got along a bit better after that.
For the last couple of weeks Stan and Aida had been hassling one of the local gangs. They had recently acquired some new members and these newbies were trying to demonstrate how tough they were. This had resulted in extra work for Stan and Aida who didn't like it, responding with their own little zero tolerance program.
They were checking out some back alleys in a response to a call when Aida saw Stan stumble and fall. He started to rise and then just slumped on the ground. Moving quickly towards him, eyes trying to look everywhere at once, Aida felt a sudden sting on her arm. Looking at it, she had time to register a dart had hit her, then things started to fade and she passed out.
When Aida came around she found she way lying on a mattress, naked. Sitting on the end of the bed was Stan, also naked. Hearing her move, Stan turned to look at her.
"There's some water on the side table," he told her. "You'll feel better after you drink some."
Recognising good advice, Aida took a drink, and then looked around. Apart from the bed, mattress, side table and bottle of water, the room was empty. Their clothes, she noted, were included in the things not there.
"What the hell?" she said to Stan, looking around.
"Door's locked and window's barred," Sam told her. "We seem to be stuck."
"They'll come looking for us, and they won't stop til they find us," said Aida, trying not to feel discouraged at their predicament. "Who caught us and have they said anything yet?"
"Allow me to answer that question, dear lady," came a calm voice from a hidden speaker. "I have captured you, because you've been annoying some friends of mine lately, and I've decided to teach you a little lesson."
"If you don't let us go pretty fast you'll find that we'll be doing more than just annoy you," rasped Stan.
"Maybe. Maybe not. You have to follow all those little rules, like identify me and prove I did it. Hard if you're not around to do so."
"If you kill us the department won't rest until they get you. You could easily find members of your damn gang having fatal accidents while resisting arrest."
"You may rest easy. We have no intention of killing either of you unless you, Stan, fail to do one little task for us."
Stan and Aida looked at each other. Aida shrugged, and Stan couldn't help noticing what a pleasant ripple it made as her breasts bounced.
"What do you want me to do?"
"It's quite a simple task," said the voice. "All you have to do is bend your partner over the bed and fuck her brains out. I'm sure you'll be able to manage this without any problems. You may even enjoy it. As soon as you're done, I'll toss a key in the room. By the time you get out, we'll be gone."
"You're insane," snapped Stan. "I'm not going to rape my partner just to please you?"
Next moment a slot was opened in the wall and a gun fired. Stan fancied he could hear the bullet whistling past his ear, and then there were the rather nasty sounds of the bullet ricocheting around the room.
Stan and Aida just froze in place.
"I'll be firing a gun into this room every five minutes until you do as requested," came the calm voice. "Sooner or later one of you will stop a bullet. You may find your partner would prefer to be screwed without any bullet holes in her."
Stan sat on the bed and looked at Aida. Now what the hell did they do? Aida looked back, nervous tension plain on her face. Stan could have sworn that it was less than five minutes when the slot opened again and the gun spoke for a second time. Aida stifled a scream when she felt something disturb her hair.
"Stan," she gasped. "Think of something. That one almost hit me."
Shrugging, Stan stood up.
"OK," he said. "Stand up, turn around, bend over and spread your legs."
"Are you insane?" snapped Aida. "Do you seriously expect me to bend over so you can fuck me?"
"In a word, yes," said Stan. "Would you rather that one or both of us stopped a few random bullets until one of us get killed?"
Aida glared at him, mind racing, furious to discover that no alternatives offered themselves.
"We don't know if they'll let us go afterwards," she pointed out.
"I think they will," said Stan. "If they intended to kill us they could have done so quite easily. Neither do they seem to have raped you while you were unconscious, which they could have done. They just want to play their little game and then they'll go on their way, laughing."
