"Part of you loved it, didn't you slut?"
"No, you fucking pig," Yvette replied but she was blushing. He put his hands on her pussy.
"Your cunt feels too wet, slut. It gives the game away." He laughed again, as he hauled Natalie to her feet yanking on the chain around her neck.
"You too, I think," he said looking into Natalie's face and feeling her pussy.
"Fuck you!" She spat out the words, tears on her face again.
"I intend to. But first lets have your little slut friend get your asshole ready. On all fours, face down and hands on your ass- you've seen how I want you. Don't argue…that's it."
Natalie obediently positioned herself spreading herself, presenting her pussy and ass framed by the black hold up stockings she was still wearing. It had been too much to hope that she would escape the anal violation meted out to Yvette.
He turned to Yvette.
"Your turn to taste some ass- you'll find her shit tastes like yours did," he said laughing again.
Yvette got down behind Natalie, lost in a daze, and confused by her own excitement.
"I almost forgot," said Gaston, "Let's see if the rich bitch cleaned you up right."
He moved behind Yvette and slipped two fingers into her anus, working them around as if he was cleaning the inside of a jar. He pulled them out and pushed them into Yvette's mouth.
"You tell me – clean enough?"
Yvette nodded, though she could still taste the bitter taste of her own asshole and the salt of his sperm on his fingers.
"Now lets see how you lick ass. Remember, you're getting her asshole ready for what I just gave you, so work hard at it or she won't thank you." He laughed again.
Yvette bent down and allowed herself to appreciate the pretty sight of Natalie's exposed pussy. She would have enjoyed licking Natalie's clit and making her come given the chance she realised, 69-ing with her would be even better, but she knew-or had done until tonight – that, despite the school girl experimentation Natalie was straight. Yvette had never licked someone's asshole before. Until the brute had made her lick her own dirt off his cock she had not thought it possible that such degrading acts could be performed. Licking ass was something dogs did. But so many strange feelings were running through her. She wanted to see Natalie violated, she realised with a guilty jolt. She wanted to taste her too, and finger her.
She dipped her head and reached out with her tongue to gently stroke Natalie's exposed anus. Natalie shuddered with unbridled pleasure at the exquisite sensation.
"Mmmm…" she moaned involuntarily.
Gaston watched as the naked girl prepared Natalie's asshole. He moved over to rub Natalie's clit and took some more photos.
"Now the fingers- get her stretched out. I'm going to fuck her hard and deep- not nice and slow like I did you."
Something snapped in Natalie at that- the thought of being violated anally more roughly than the brutal sodomy she had just witnessed Yvette enduring was too much. Suddenly all thoughts of public humiliation, police stations, photos of her degradation, and convictions for drug offences seemed utterly irrelevant. She lurched forward, trying to stand up. Her sudden movement caught Gaston by surprise and the chain was yanked free from his hands. Natalie got to her feet, and then staggered for a moment as one of her heels caught in a fold of the blanket; but for that she might have got away, but the driver was able to grab her ankle. She fell to the ground, cursing and screaming in rage and fear. She lashed out with her leg and felt it connect. The heel of her shoe caught Gaston on the cheek, gouging skin and snapping his head back painfully. But he kept his grip and, as she tried to kick him again, caught her other ankle. With a speed and strength that stunned Yvette he flipped Natalie, thrashing and screaming, onto her front, and straddled her, sitting on her bare buttocks, pinning her to the ground. With one hand he found the chain and regained control of her.
Yvette watched with dull horror, noticing the blood trickling down the driver's face- god only knew what he would do her friend now.
"You've done it now, bitch," he said, with a hand on the back of her head forcing her face into the blanket, muffling her yells.
He signalled to the policemen in the car.
"So you want to do it the hard way? Rather go to prison than submit the way your friend has? Selfish bitch aren't you? Your friend has a lot less to lose and has done this all for you, but you think you're different huh?"
"Having trouble there?" The overweight balding police sergeant was standing beside them, his eyes fixed on Yvette's naked body. His wiry, shaven headed colleague was a few steps away, a nasty leer on his face as his eyes met Yvette's.
"Nothing serious- just a stuck up rich little coke whore who needs to be taught a lesson. Grab this one," he gestured to Yvette.
He leant forward and spoke directly into Natalie's ear, though Yvette, held by each arm by the two policemen could hear every word he said:
" As a punishment for your arrogance and selfishness I am going to hand your friend over to Sergeant Dupris and his constable. Since you seem to be unconvinced by all the very good reasons I have given you for being obedient I obviously have to find a new way of persuading you, so now you can watch what happens to Yvette because of your behaviour. Don't worry – I will be using your ass in exactly the way I want to, as I promised, and if you persist in this disobedience I will make sure you are convicted for the drugs offences, and send photos to your family and the editors of all the social pages in the newspapers: in short I will ruin you. But now your friend pays for what you have done."
"No," Yvette moaned struggling feebly in the firm grasp of the policemen as they led her back to their car.
Natalie lay sobbing under the driver's weight. She did not resist as he dragged her up and turned around to face the police car. With tears streaming down her face she watched as Yvette was made to bend over the front of the car. The Sergeant was unbuckling his trousers as the constable handcuffed her hands together and held her down, her breasts pressed against the cold metal of the car. The sergeant smacked her backside hard with his left hand, holding his erect cock in his right. He was not as well endowed as the driver, Natalie saw, though it was not exactly small. His rotund and hairy belly wobbled a little as he positioned himself between Yvette's perfect, smooth thighs.
"So you like it in the arse you cunt? Like being fucked like a boy, huh?' he grunted into her ear as he cruelly jammed his erection into Yvette's ravaged anus. His breath reeked of cigarettes and coffee.
Without a hint of compassion he began to roughly pump her. Yvette gasped and struggled a little but the constable had her hands in a firm grip and she was stretched helpless across the car.
Natalie meanwhile was forced onto all fours. She felt the driver's rough hands mauling her breasts and smearing the wetness from her pussy all over her backside. She watched the sergeant sodomize her friend and wept.
"I'm so sorry Yvette…so sorry," she sobbed.
"Too late for that you stuck up bitch," Gaston said and grabbed a handful of Natalie's hair, forcing her to arch her back. His cock was full erect now as he pumped it in his left hand and he positioned the head against Natalie's puckered anus.
"Say 'Fuck my ass, please sir,'" Gaston said to Natalie.
The policemen laughed.
"Yeah –lets hear her beg for it," the constable said, not taking his eyes off the straining blonde he was holding down.
"Please sir…f-f-fuck my ass," Natalie sobbed.
"What did you say, slut?" Gaston worked his cock against the tightness.
"Fuck my ass," Natalie said clearly and loudly.
