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Chapter Four
I-95: Next Exit, Hell
Both the sunset and Baltimoreâs congestion were behind her as she headed north on I-95. Laura could get in trouble for being out of Virginia, but the old manâs story was the first ray of hope sheâd had since this nightmare had begun.
She couldnât believe that Jim had had a gambling problem. Sheâd never seen the signs. But the proof was all waiting for her in New Jersey, with the brother of the old homeless man whoâd come out of nowhere to help her.
âI donât know if you remember me,â the old guy had said, âyou gave me some money yesterday.â
âOf course I do,â Laura had said, looking in her purse.
âNo, thatâs okay, maâam. Iâm here to help you this time. I know about your trouble, and a couple things you donât,â he looked around fearfully, and eased back into an alcove.
âWhat!â Laura had said.
âI could get killed, telling you this,â 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 didnât pull around her. It followed her into the disabled lane and parked well off the road behind her.
âTurn off your engine, maâam,â it was a womanâs voice.
âI wasnât speeding, officer.â
âLicense and registration, please,â she said.
Laura could see the womanâs waist, and a heavily laden belt.
âWait here,â she said.
The equipment-laden belt did nothing to hide the size of the policewomanâs 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:
âI like big butts, and I cannot lieâŠâ
âWhere yaâ heddinâ?â 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.
âNew Jersey,â Laura replied
âNice night for a drive,â she said, shining her flashlight in Lauraâs face.
âHelp Mrs. Wesson out of the car,â the first officer said when she got back.
âSure thing, Helen. Out chaâ go, missy.â
âWhatâs the matter?â Laura said, undoing her seatbelt as the second officer held the door.
âYouâll have to come with us, maâam,â said Helen, âPlease step out of the car.â
âWhat did I do?â Laura said.
âYour rear license plate wasnât visible,â she said, âand 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.â
âYou carrying any weapons?â the second officer asked as she slipped her hand under Lauraâs dress and slid it up between her legs.
âNo. Hey, watch it!â 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 Lauraâs arm up behind her back and pressed down on Lauraâs neck with her forearm.
âWe have to search you before we take you in,â Helen said, âTry to cooperate, please.â
The smaller one had Lauraâs dress up on her back and had pulled her panties down to her knees. She was holding Lauraâs legs apart with her own, and was twisting a third finger into Lauraâs pussy. The I-95 traffic didnât notice a thing as it zoomed past.
âGun.â
âLet me see,â Helen said, and took the small pistol while her partner put handcuffs on Laura.
âThatâs not mine,â Laura said as she was pushed to the back of the police car.
âIt appears to be a .22 caliber pistol,â Helen said clearly, turning the gun back and forth in front of the middle of the windshield of the police car.
âWe might as well turn the tape off,â Helen said, as she took the next off ramp.
âHmm, weâre all alone now,â the other one said, turning in her seat. âIâm Rose, and Helen here is my partner. Weâre going to have to make a detour on the way to the station. Hope you donât mind.â
âWho are you? What do you want?â Laura said.
âWeâre just a couple of public servants, trying to keep the streets safe. A little bird told us we might run across you, and Iâm happy we did. Youâre the hottest thing Iâve ever seen,â Rose said, and then licked her fingers, âAnd you taste good too.â
âI guess looks and money arenât enough for some people, are they Mrs. Wesson,â Helen said.
âHere we are,â Rose said, as they parked in the middle of nowhere. âYou look great on TV, but I canât believe how gorgeous you are in person. This is going to be great.â
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.
âGet the blanket,â 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 Lauraâs handcuffs were secure while Rose shed her uniform.
âWe look like an evolution chart,â Rose said as she knelt on the blanket. âBing, bing, bing,â 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 âperfectâ spot on the chart, Laura was struggling herself into exhaustion.
âHave you ever seen tits like this?â Rose said.
âOnly in my dreams,â Helen said, gently running her hands over Lauraâs breasts.
Laura was exhausted. Each breath burned fire in her lungs, yet the two women had handled her struggles without breaking a sweat. Helenâs armpit held Lauraâs face down while she fondled Lauraâs breast, the smell of deodorant mingling with the scent it was trying to hide. Rose sat on Lauraâs ankles, pinching her pussy and the soft flesh around it.
âYou canât do this,â Laura said, âThis is rape, IâllâŠâ
âListen carefully, gorgeous. You can say things like; âOh, that feels good,â or, âPlease suck my titties,â you can even say; âLet me lick your nasty snatch,â 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?â
Laura was silent. They were going to rape her, and the only question was what kind of shape sheâd be in afterwards.
âYouâre an incredibly attractive woman,â Helen said, getting off and putting her face close to Lauraâs. âI know that youâre 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.â
She sealed Lauraâs mouth with a kiss, and Laura didnât 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 sheâd want Laura to suck her breasts, but sheâd be back to kissing right away.
Rose would lie on Lauraâs leg, rubbing herself on Lauraâs ankle and foot while she ate her. When she had worked herself up, sheâd scurry up and squat over Lauraâs face.
âEat me, baby. Make me come.â
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 Lauraâs mouth and screamed out her orgasm.
âThat was fast,â Helen said.
âSheâs a fuckinâ succubus,â Rose said. âI feel like she raped me!â
âMy arms are killing me,â Laura said, trying to act lustful. âTake the cuffs off so I can do this right.â She lifted her head and kissed Helenâs chin.
âAgainst the rules,â Rose said.
Laura bit back her retort.
âIt might be more comfortable if you were on top,â Helen said.
Laura had to do something. It felt like sheâd been on her cuffed arms for hours, and it had rarely been just her own weight pressing down on them.
âYes, I want to get on top of you, Helen, help me up,â 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 Lauraâs upper body on top or her. Laura tried to put one leg between Helensâ 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 Lauraâs breasts and ass. Laura was afraid this bitch would still be pawing her when the sun came up.
âYouâre a real piece of work,â Rose said, squatting down on her haunches and lighting a cigarette. She blew smoke in Lauraâs 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.
âIâm ready,â Helen said, her voice husky and horse. âIâve never been so ready in my life. Iâve been waiting for this for a long time, baby, youâd better not fuck it up.â
She put Laura back on her back, and got something from the edge of the blanket. A soft buzzing filled the air, and Laura smiled in the darkness at the sound of a vibrator.
âWhen I sit on your face, I want you to stick your tongue up my ass as far as you can, and wiggle it like crazy. Use your teeth if you have to, but I really want to feel it.â
Laura blanched as the smell of the womanâs ass washed over her.
âI canât do that.â
âSure you can.â
âIâll eat you. Let me eat you instead.â
âThis night has been a dream come true. Donât even think about ruining it for me.â
Helen had a fat ass, and a deep crack. Rose came back and held Lauraâs head as Helen pulled her meaty cheeks apart.
âDonât do it. Donât turn your head,â Rose grunted, her fingers digging into Lauraâs face. âHold still, God damn it!â
âNoooo!â Laura cried until the sound was muffled.
âTongue,â Helen said, âI want to feel your tongue inside me. If you fuck this up, Iâll make you sorry.â
Laura screwed her eyes shut and tried not to breathe. The tip of her tongue peeked between her lips as the hot sticky ass pressed down. The whole of its depth was greasy with sweat and shit, and Laura fought her gag reflex as the taste flooded her mouth. The tight opening pressed against her lips, and no one heard her whimpers as she pushed her tongue into it. She couldnât breathe in this dark place, she didnât want to. She wasnât sure she ever wanted to breath again. She could hear and feel the vibrator being put to work, and the ass came alive, squeezing and rubbing her face.
Helen had been driving before, but now she was riding in the back with Laura, cleaning her up. She had done all the work, getting Laura dressed, and there wasnât much left of her big tub of Handi-Wipes.
âAgain,â Laura said, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue.
âI donât think youâre supposed to put Handi-Wipes in you mouth,â Helen said.
âSure you can. I do it all the time. They taste good. Do my teeth again.â
Helen made a mental note to check the warning panel on the Handi-Wipes as soon as they got to better light, and fumbled around for another in the tub. It was the last one, and it fell back into the tub.
âHurry,â Laura said, her feet dancing on the floorboards.
Look at her, all concerned and gentle, Laura thought as she waited, suddenly Iâm important to her, and she wants to take care of me. Iâm almost as important as her vibrator! Where the fuck is that Handi-Wipe?
Something had changed. Rose was chain-smoking in the front, and Helen was jumping at Lauraâs every command.
âFuck,â Rose said, crumpling an empty cigarette pack and throwing it on the floor. âGot another pack?â
âI thought you quit,â Helen said.
âWell I started again. Do you have any cigarettes, Mrs. Wesson?â
âI donât smoke. Iâm sorry.â
âThatâs okay, itâs a nasty habit. A dirty, stinking, rotten habit,â Rose said, and then fell silent.
âGot it,â Helen said, holding the Handi-Wipe. Then more seriously, âItâs the last one.â
Laura sighed as the fresh, clean taste of the Handi-Wipe swabbed the inside of her mouth.
Succubus, thatâs what Rose called me. I have to be a succubus and make them do what I want. I have to be a Vamp, make them want to help me, make them let me go.
Rose took the orders, so Helen must be the boss. She was acting contrite now, but Laura could imagine being strangled to death by this woman and being kissed as she died. She was some kind of domination freak; probably nuts, and her sexual hang-ups would probably send head shrinkers screaming for the door. If she just played it right, this psycho would let her go, let her get back before anyone knew sheâd been gone.
Laura kept a smile nailed to her face. She turned her head so her eyes pointed at Helen whenever she talked. She had to become the succubus, bend others to her will, and stop being a leaf in the wind.
The small police station surprised Laura on several counts. First was its size. It was about the same size as her house. Second, it was unquestionably a real police station. That was no small thing. After what they had done to her, driving up to a barn with âJailâ painted on the side, wasnât that far out of the question.
Once inside, Laura picked up on the body English of the man behind the desk. He was deferential to Helen in a number of subtle ways. Crying rape in here would be the stupidest thing she could do, but bending the woman to her will, might set her free.
âWhat will they do with me now,â Laura asked Helen.
âContact Alexandria. Set up an extradition hearing, the regular stuff.â
âWhat if Iâm bad? Try to run away or something? Would you have to punish me? Just you?â Laura leaned into her and breathed in her face.
âPlease stop. Iâll be here all night. Iâll do whatever I can.â
Laura could see she was having an effect on her. She was uncomfortable, her eyes were everywhere, but she couldnât look at Laura.
âI want to talk to you, Iâll come back to your cell as soon as Iâm done.â
âDoes it have to be in there? Canât you take me out back?â Laura didnât let her eyes waver. She kept them locked on her. âYou could cuff my hands behind your back, like this,â Laura put her arms around Helenâs waist. Their lips were almost touching. Laura fluttered her eyelids shut and tilted her head. She exhaled softly thru parted lips and waited. âCaptain wants to know about the gun you found on her,â one of the men hollered from the next room.
Helen jumped away like sheâd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
âIt was just an old starter pistol, sir,â Helen said, âI stepped on it and thought sheâd dropped it. Once we got it in the light, we could see it was all rusted and full of grass and things.â
âWhere is it?â
âWe left it out there,â she said, winking at Laura, âThere were these bugs and worms in it.â
âGet her in a cell. Alexandria is sending a unit up for her.â
âNo extradition hearing?â Helen asked, surprised, disappointed.
âHer lawyer waived it,â the captain said.
âIâm sorry, maâam,â she said as she led Laura back to a cell, âI was hoping youâd be here longer. I have to explain a couple things. Get settled, Iâll come back as soon as I can.â
Helen hesitated at the open cell door as if waiting for something.
Laura knew that a truckload of Handi-Wipes wouldnât get the taste of this womanâs shit out of her mouth. She desperately wanted to watch while someone beat her to a bloody pulp. Some day sheâd get even with this monster, some day sheâd settle the score, but not today, not now. Too many people wanted to destroy her already; she couldnât add a psycho to the list.
âIâll always remember this night,â Laura said seductively, lifting her hand to Helenâs face.
Helen pulled back, and started to leave without putting Laura in her cell.
âBring her back, theyâre here,â a voice came from the front.
âThat was quick,â Laura said.
âToo quick,â Helen said.
Laura started for the front, but Helen blocked her.
âThat tip we got was pretty specific,â she said, speaking softly, âWe knew that your license plate would be bent up, and exactly what time youâd be here. Iâd have to deny any of this, but watch your back. Someoneâs trying to fuck you up good. Nothing ever works this fast in the legal system.â
âThanks.â
âI wish I could do something to help you, Mrs. Wesson.â
âYou can. Take me out of here. Just you and me,â Laura said. She half closed her eyes, and made that âIâm in lust with youâ face that Julie did so well.
âStop it! For the love of God, stop it!â
Laura felt a little silly. Her captor had just run away, and she had to walk out to the front desk by herself. She didnât see hide nor hair of the crazy woman cop.
Chapter Five
Kissing SanityâŠ
She was back in Virginia and processed before lights out at the jail. Her bail had been revoked, and sheâd be staying here until the trial was over.
A thin mattress was on the bunk to the left, the one on the right was a tangled mess of blankets and sheets. The way things were going, she might be living in cells like this for the rest of her life.
âThe rest of my life,â she said as she sat on her bunk with the bedding rolled up in her lap, âMight not be that long.â
âMarge,â a tough looking girl said as she stuck her hand in Lauraâs face, âWhat âcha in for?â
âMurder,â Laura said, shaking the offered hand. She hadnât seen the girl come in.
Her eyes got big, âYouâre that woman on the news, arenât you?â
âI didnât do it,â Laura said.
The girl hadnât let go of her hand, and was holding it in both of hers as she talked.
âThe guy on the radio says you did,â Marge said.
âHeâs wrong.â
âI always thought that guy was full of shit,â she said, finally letting go and starting to get undressed, âAre you a lesbian, like they say?â
âI donât know,â Laura said.
âI do it with girls all the time,â Marge said, running her thumbs back and forth under the waistband of her panties, âGirls are much nicer than men. A girl would be, you know, much better than a man, you know, in the sex thing. Youâre very beautiful, even prettier than you are on TV. Come on, you can sleep with me tonight.â