Dan Webster - Forced into damnation

"Howdy, boss," he said. Even his voice sounded like that of a moron. Connie concluded that Johnny kept him around more for his brawn than for his brains.

"Cobb, Edward," Johnny began. "I want you to meet a friend of mine. She's here to make a score. This is Connie Dresden. Officer Connie Dresden."

Connie's blood ran cold and her smile froze to her face. How can he know? she thought. And how do I get out of here? "Wha… What are you talking about?" she asked, hoping to brazen it out.

But the Black gangster ignored her completely, addressing himself to his two henchmen. "Imagine her thinking that she could put one over on me," he said. His voice dripped with venom. "Smart-assed little white bitch." He spat the words as though they burned his tongue.

Then, regaining his composure, he continued, his voice once again soft and modulated. "I want you to teach her a lesson," he said. "A real good lesson! Do whatever you like. But don't kill her. Leave something for me." Without another word, he turned and left the apartment.

As soon as he was gone, Edward began jumping up and down like a little boy on Christmas morning. Connie's knees were trembling. She was alone with these two monsters. It seemed certain that they would hurt her. And the moronic one was acting like he would really enjoy it.

"Oh, boy. A lady cop," he said, an excited giggle in his voice. "Can I hit her, Cobb?"

Cobb had walked to the blue plastic bar in the corner and was mixing himself a drink. The ice cubes clinked incongruously in his glass. "You heard Mr. Walker," he said softly. "Anything you want."

Suddenly the moronic smile left Edward's face. Without another word, he walked up to where Connie stood and punched her hard in the stomach.

Connie screamed when his fist hit her, and went reeling across the room, doubled over in pain. As she fell to the floor, tears began streaming from her eyes. For a moment her lungs were paralyzed and she opened her mouth for a gasp that wouldn't come. Finally she managed to inhale a little air into her burning lungs.

Edward grabbed her by one of her braids and pulled her roughly to her feet. Then, holding the braided tress high over her head so that she couldn't turn away from the blows, he slapped her hard, first across one cheek and then the other. Her head rolled from side to side with the burning stinging pain of his contact.

Connie whimpered. She knew that her expressions of pain would please this sadist, and she hated to give him the satisfaction. But she simply couldn't help herself. He hit her again, this time with his fist full in her face. She groaned as she felt a trickle of blood begin at her nostril and work its way down across her upper lip. Edward let go of her hair and she slumped to the floor, crying quietly.

But Edward wasn't through with her. Grinning, he swung his leg back and kicked her hard in the ribs. Connie was certain that she felt one of them crack. Her face was already beginning to swell and her scalp ached from where he had pulled her hair. She was sure that he was going to kill her, and was already beginning to hope that the end would be swift.

Edward reached down and filled his hand with the cloth at the front of her blouse. He yanked her to her feet, tearing it in the process. Connie felt the warm air of the room washing over her bare shoulder. She reached for the torn material automatically, trying to cover herself. But Edward slapped her hand out of the way and tore her blouse from her completely. A sob left the young policewoman's lips as she felt the garment being torn from her body. She realized her true helplessness, and knew that killing her was probably the least of what these animals would do. "Nice pair of titties for a lady cop," Edward said, the grin returning to his face. "Shame to keep them covered like that." He reached out and inserted his right index finger under the tight material which separated the bra cups. Connie could feel his fingernail scraping at the resilient flesh of her breasts and tried to pull away from him. But he pulled her sharply forward, tugging on the material of the bra. She felt the clasp open and heard, more than felt, one of the shoulder straps snap.

"Please," she began, her words punctuated by the sobs which were ripping uncontrollably from her throat. "Please, I'm not a cop. I…"

Edward dropped the torn brassiere to the floor and slapped her sharply across the mouth. She felt one of her teeth tear into her lip and experienced the warm salty taste of her own blood. She tried to cover her naked breasts with her arms, but Edward slapped her face again.

"Put your hands down," he said angrily. "I want to see what you've got."

Hot tears of shame and humiliation were rolling down Connie's face as she silently complied with his command. When she dropped her arms to her sides, her tits quivered, bobbing up and down in rhythm to her sobs. She felt completely exposed, even more so than she had with Lionel or Foxy. This moron was defiling and humiliating her while the other one – the one called Cobb sat calmly sipping a drink and enjoying the spectacle.

She felt like a freak on display at some perverted Roman orgy. She found herself wishing that she could die, but knowing that she wouldn't be so lucky. Not for a while, anyway.

Edward grabbed roughly at her tits, squeezing one and then the other. She could feel his powerful fingers digging mercilessly into her soft flesh. Then be pinched one of her nipples viciously. It hardened under his rough kneading.

"Hey, Cobb," Edward said with a grin. "Look at that. I think she likes it. How about it, police lady. You like that?"

Connie looked away.

Edward pinched viciously at the other nipple, squeezing it between his fingers until Connie's lips turned white in her effort to contain her scream of agony.

"I asked if you like that," he said through clenched teeth. "And if you don't answer me, I'll twist the fuckin' thing off."

Connie's chin trembled in despair. They weren't content to just beat and humiliate her, they wanted her to play word games with them as well. "No, I don't like it," she said. "I hate it. I hate you. All of you." She was screaming now, unable to control herself any longer.

Edward slapped her again. "You're kind of fresh," he said, "I never talked to my betters that way and my mom would have tanned my hide good. I think maybe you need a good tanning." He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her black jeans and pulled downward. The material strained to hold together but finally yielded, tearing apart with a loud ripping sound. A moment later Connie stood naked except for the pale-blue bikini panties that she was wearing.

Edward could see her furry tuft of pubic hair peeking through the diaphanous blue material. He felt his cock beginning to stir. She was a good looking woman, all right. And seeing her cry in pain and terror was really turning him on even more. Well, she would cry plenty before he and Cobb were through with her.

He was about to tear her panties from her as he had done with her pants when he suddenly thought better of it. He remembered the way that she had tried to cover up her naked fits a few minutes before. Giggling, he said, "Take down your panties now, so I can give you a tanning."

A look of horror flashed across Connie's, delicate face. That was the look that Edward enjoyed most. The uncontrollable fear of what was to come.

"But take them down real slow," he added. "Like a stripper."

Connie was horrified at what he was ordering her to do. When Foxy had forced her to strip in the warehouse, he had allowed her to do it quickly and unceremoniously. But this was horrible. He was going to beat her and probably rape her, but first he was making her perform for him. He was making her entertain him with a perverted striptease show. Well, she just wouldn't do it.