When he was done he left the room. Erin was in shock and stayed on the desk for a few minutes. She looked at the monitor and saw the hands on Nicky had not progressed. In fact nothing was moving so the screen had stopped. She reached to touch the computer as two men in black walked in. They helped her up and lead her from the room. She looked back to see the frozen screen with the image of her daughter with the black men feeling her breasts. Despair hit her hard. Had she done enough to stop what they were doing to her? She didn’t know.
ACT TWO….
Erin was lead back to the bathroom where this all started. The voice in her ear said “Use the bathroom and dress in the clothes hanging on the shower rod. You have ten minutes. Little Nicky is depending on your hurrying.” Erin was numb. She used the restroom and tried to wash out all the foul cum the judge had dumped in her. She tried very hard to get rid of all of it. She knew it was trouble since she was not on any birth control. Being a devout Catholic had basically mandated it. Any man she had slept with (even her husband) wore condoms. Now she had unwanted sperm in her. Panic was setting in even with her drug addled brain. Somehow she hurried and found hose, garter, lace bra, short red dress and red heels. She dressed quickly and realized the dress came to just below her hose and there were no panties anywhere. She knew this was bad. There was a tap at the door and the voice in her ear said “Time for you to eat something follow these men” Erin did as told and ended up in an empty room except for a table with a bottle of wine, a glass, a plate of what smelled like good pasta. She looked around and no one approached. She ate her meal in silence. When she was done she finished the wine. It was actually good wine but it hit her pretty well. She had a good buzz and a full stomach when the voice said “Glad you enjoyed your dinner. Now walk out that door on your right and DO AS YOUR TOLD”. Erin got up and felt the wine hit her. Whoa…. She walked to the door and stepped through. She found herself in a large warehouse. The room she was in must have been an office of sorts off the side of the warehouse. The voice said “Walk straight ahead”.
Erin got about 15 steps when blue and red lights began flashing. Bright headlights shown on her. Two officers got out of a patrol car and told her to freeze. Erin did as she was told but tried to thank the officers and tell them she was in trouble. They silenced her and approached rapidly. She realized as they got to her they were not real. She groaned in disappointment. The cops were two large black men wearing pseudo NYPD uniforms. They made comments about the white crack whore out here at night. Erin found herself cuffed and leaning across the hood of a fake patrol car. The cops frisked her roughly spending alot of time on her tits and ass. The comments were passed back and forth about her lack of panties which meant the whore was open for business.
To Erin’s dismay they kicked her feet further apart as she lay across the hood. She began struggling but the ear voice yelled “Do as your told whore”. She heard sounds and a cops stepped up behind her. She felt him doing something between them then felt the head of his cock rub her pussy as he yanked her dress up over her waist. She had the air knocked out of her with a whompf as the cop painfully slammed a large cock into her pussy. Erin howled in pain and cried out “too big…. Oh god stop”. The cop did not listen and kept on plowing her. The two cops joked back and forth about how cops got all the fun by fucking white whores as they pleased. Erin heard the word bitch, snotty whores, fuck em all, white skank, mixed with grunts and cries. She realized the cries were hers. She started hearing some moaning as the first cop lunged forward and began pumping her full of cum. The second cop took his place as the first one finished and said “Thanks Sarge, Sloppy seconds on this whore will be fun.” He commenced fucking her now sloppy cunt. They continued their banter about white whores when one mentioned fucking that ADA slut. She heard them mention ADA, fucking her ass, etc. she had a hard time focusing and hearing since someone kept moaning and her head was so fuzzy, like she couldn’t concentrate on anything. She finally realized the woman moaning was her. She shook her head and thought “Why, what did they give me, whats happening” she felt a knot in her stomach and then the familiar spasms of a strong orgasm working it’s way through her. The moaning got louder and she shook her head and groaned “Oh god no… please… no… Oh god… fuck…. fuck me”. She shook her head thinking “Who said that?” Her thought was interrupted by a huge thrust and the second cop cumming deep in her pussy.
The cops put a black hood over Erin’s head and loaded her into the cop car and said “Hey lets take her over and make her a gift to our friends over on 25th.” There was some joking as she heard the car start. Within about a minute the car barely moved then stopped and she was hauled out and lead stumbling. She heard a large metal door slam and some talking. It sounded like spanish. Erin’s stomach dropped. Spanish, 25th, oh shit gang territory…. She knew she was in deep trouble.
ACT THREE….
Erin felt someone close by as her dress was cut/torn off her. She screamed and yelled but that got nothing but a group of laughter. She listened. Who was here? how many? whats happening? Her bra was cut away and she knew she was in nothing but stockings and heels. Strong hands grabbed her and lifted her. She was carried struggling, looking down at the floor but could see nothing due to the hood over her head. Next thing she felt was a hard wood (felt like wood) beam under her belly and chest. They yanked her legs apart and she felt wood beam under each of her legs. She was facing down yet supported in what must have been a large Y shaped beam. In no time she was feeling straps around her ankles, thighs, waist and the handcuffs behind her back were secured to the leather strap around her waist. A leather collar was placed around her neck and it had a short chain attached to the end of the beam. Since she could only raise her head a very short way she was stuck. A pair of rough hands reached under her and pulled her tits so they were seperated by the 4″ wide beam so each tit hung down each side. She heard the clink just before a painful pinch on her nipples. Erin cried out in pain as a nipple clamp with a chain was attached to each nipple. It hung down under the beam and connected her two tits. She was very well trussed up and exposed.
Erin laid there listening to the sounds around her. The hood was hot and she could hear voices speaking in spanish. She heard a loud slap and a womans voice scream. A few more slaps and laughter. There were others…? Who else? In spanish she heard the words “Puta” and then in english she heard “tore her ass up”. Someone laughed again and said in english “her pussy is worse… bitch has been fucked all day… the whole gangs had some… clean that fucking mess up there’s cum dripping everywhere…. fuck.”
Erin shook her head and listened. She was still kind of fuzzy and nothing made sense. They must have put something in her wine. She heard water splash and a womans voice groan. More laughter. A couple loud slaps and a woman yelp. She tried to figure out what was happening to the other woman. It sounded like just two guys left there doing the clean-up chores. Splashing, scrubbing, and occasional womans groan. One said in a thick hispanic accent “Just get a garden hose and wash out that cunt.” They laughed a bit the other one said “Naw Tony’s old lady said use this douche shit on her pussy and ass…. I guess his old lady wants to fist fuck this bitch real good tommorow and doesn’t want any of our nasty shit in her… Guess we gotta take her down and feed this puta and give her some water….” They laughed and the other said “Hell lets just give her tequila. Keep her fucked up.” They chuckled and said “Good idea. She ain’t gonna like what they do to her tomorrow… besides they got that one over there to play with for tonight.” Erin felt panic.
Erin hung her head down since there was nowhere to rest her head. Her chin touched the chain and the end of the beam. Her head was spinning. It seemed like forever when she heard voices approach. She heard laughter then a couple bottles tossed into a trash can. She listened intently as she heard leather strap sounds and the clink of light chain. She then heard a womans hoarse voice croak out “No… where are you taking me… no” The response was laughter “Time to get you some dinner and drinks since all you’ve had is dick to eat today.” “You’re a lucky little slut. You get to eat and sleep tonight. They’re gonna have fun with the other one tonight.” Erin heard the woman groan as they must have moved her to a standing position. As she was intently listening to that conversation she never heard anyone approach but her hood was yanked up. She blinked to focus her eyes. She saw a slender woman with shoulder length brown hair being lead away. She had welts and red marks all over her back and butt. She needed help walking. She almost looked familiar but in Erin’s addled condition and adjusting eyes she couldn’t tell.
A loud hispanic voice said “Here drink this shit” as he placed a bottle to her lips. He poured and Erin tasted strong liqour. She tried to swallow and it burned. The voice said “Drink it and don’t spill a drop.” She did her best and he kept pouring. It was strong and they gave her way too much but she drank the best she could. They finally took the bottle away and Erin looked around. To her horror she was in something that looked like a dungeon but bigger. All kinds of suspension and bondage aparatus around. The other woman had been on a large wooden Y horizontal to the floor and as she looked around she realized she was on one too. There were all kinds of horrors in this room. She could even see many old blood stains on the floor. This did not look good. Finally the man kneeled down in front of Erin’s face. She recognized him immediately. He was Eduardo Cardoza from Colombia. He ran some of the gangs in New York and was noted to be very wealthy and even more ruthless. Erin had been after him and his organization for several years. She could get some of his mid level guys from time to time but still had only come close to nailing Eduardo once. All the witnesses disappeared. She inwardly groaned. She was in deep shit and knew it.
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