Cold Night

Kathos

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She shivered again and thanked the officers. The long wool coat and leather gloves over her elegant blood red dress and heels were not enough to stand up to the freezing temperatures on the rural highway. She had been chilled to the bone after the walk in the dark before the police car pulled up and the officers offered her a ride.

She hadn't planned to be walking anywhere, the party was a business affair, her first since the promotion, but she hadn't realized the amount of drinking that would be going on. Her date was driving like a maniac on the way home, while simeultaneously trying to get his hand up her thigh. When she protested he had kicked her out on the side of the dark highway. At first she was angry, then sad, and finally she was just cold and tired. And very, very grateful when the blue and red lights went off in front of her and the cop car backed toward her along the median. The officers asked her if she needed a ride and had her get in the back seat.

"Thank you so much officers, I can't feel my legs, I don't think. Its really cold out there." She looked around and smiled. "I've never been in the back of one of these before." The officers exchanged looks and laughed a bit, and she realized she hadn't given them directions to where she lived.
 
Melody

Name: Melody Conner
Age: 22

Melody had been good friends and she had a bad feeling something was very wrong, so she drove in her car and just began to look. She had no idea where in the hell she was going or what she was doing, she sighed sadly as she hoped to good she would be ok. They were like sisters, she loved her and would do anything for her.

(OOC Hope this is ok)
 
((I have no objections, I generally follow things where they lead.))

Angie (she'd been trying to go by Angela since she moved upstairs, but she had been Angie since grade scool) tried to untangle her long blonde locks and get some idea of what was going on. She didn't know the officers' names, and at this point, they defintly were't taking her home.

"My girlfriend, my housemate, she'll know I'm late." Her voice sounded tiny in the car, a little hopeless.
 
She then remembered she had her cell phone, she pulled over "Oh please Angela have your cell" She dialed her number and waited, she closed her eyes praying to god, she was terrified her stomach felt wrong, everything felt so very wrong, she didn't want her to be hurt, she never admitted that she dreampt about being with Angela but never said anything since she had no idea if she was into that, so this hit her hard, the woman she loved was in danger, her friend, her everything.
 
Jack Bronson, bad cop

Jack Bronson took a long look at Dirksen. The kid was green as hell and was gripping the wheel like his life depended on it.

When they'd spotted the woman alone on the road and Jack had told him what they were going to do, the tall blonde rookie had seemed eager as hell but now that she was in the car and they could smell her perfume, Bobby Dirksen was getting cold feet. Jack was a 20 year man, he kne when some one was about to break.

"Slow down and pull off at that motel up there."

He pointed to an overgrown parking lot 50 yards ahead.

"That place has been closed down for years Sarge, what..."

"Jesus Christ, whaddya want, a fuckin party!"
Jack took a quick look in the rearview and smiled at the fear he could see on the woman's pretty face.

"Now, do what I say. Pull off."

The patrol car rolled into the empty lot, bouncing on the broken asphalt and came to a stop in front of one of the derelict bungalows.

"Kill the lights, idiot."

"Hey,"
came the voice from the backseat
"What are we doing here. Just take me to town, I can call my friend to get me...okay?"

Jack turned and poked his non regulation magnum through the security bars.
He was smiling like a wolf.
 
Angie

They pulled off to amotel, abandoned for years. This whole stretch of road was deserted, there probably wasn't anyone for miles. Angie felt a terrible sinking fear settle into her stomach. This wasn't good.

The driver was protesting a little, but the other one was obviously in control. Sarge. She had to get out of this.

"Hey. What are we doing here? Just take me to town, I can call my frined to come get me...okay?" She pleaded quietly but her hope died when she saw the sergeant pull out his gun and smile at her, big gun, his smile colder than the weather outside.

"Please..." she begged but couldn't find words under his gaze. She jumped about a mile when her cell rang in her purse. She pulled it out without taking her eyes off the predetor in the front seat.

"Its my roomate's ring...she's probably looking for me. You haven't done anything yet, I can ask her to come get me here if you just let me go. I don't know your names, I won't tell anyone. I promise, just...please?"
 
Jack though fast. He was good at it.

"You tell her to meet us. To bring a can of gas. You were stupid. You ran out. Tell her some nice policemem picked you up walking on the road and will keep you safe till she gets here."
He squinted out the window at the forlorn sign, "The Oasis Motel, seven miles out on the old Fordham highway. Tell her to come fast and look for the policecar.
You tell her that. Just that and hang up...got it?"

She nodded, "And act natural. Maybe we'll just let you go afterall."

The gun barrel hadn't wavered an inch while he told her what to say, and didn't waver an inch as she followed his orders.

"She said she'd be here in about 20 minutes...what are you going to do, who are you anyway, I..."
Her voice rose high, began to break.

Jack ignored her and turned to Dirksen, "How about you go and scout those cabins, find one we can be comfortable in while we wait."

"Sarge..." the rookie started to protest.
"Do it dammit!"

Alone in the car with the crazy cop, Angie was panicking.
"What are you going to do to me?"
She managed to choke out.

Jack laughed, "Every fucking thing I can." he said and opened his door. Stood up stretched and reached for the handle of Angies door. The gun was in his hand and she could tell from this angle that the bulge in his pants was not extra ammunition.
 
She had a bad idea and needed to track her and now, she called who she had to, she had friends in the police force and helped her, she learned where she was and sighed some. She got into her car and drove fast knowing where it was. "I need police there now!" She screamed and drove off in a huff.

"Hang On...Angela" She prayed, she wasn't far from there only 10 minutes but it was 10 minutes to long.
 
Henry Dirksen could tell this was not going to be anything like he had expected his first night on patrol would be like. He was one of those guys who came from a cop family. His father was a cop, his father's father was a cop and his father's father's father was a cop... you know how it went. It was the type of family where Henry knew he was going to be an officer from the day he was old enough to hold a gun. Because his father made damn sure of it. He didn't care if his son wanted to go to college and wanted to do something different with his life. No son of Jeffrey Dirksen is going to be a faggot vet! He used to scream at Henry when he was ten, whiskey heavy on his breath. So Henry had gone through the motions, taken the test, barely passing, and now he was one of the boys in blue, whether he wanted to be or not.
Then he was given Jack Bronson as a partner.. he swore he had heard the secretary laugh when she gave him his assignment. Jack hadn't seemed a bad guy at first... for about ten seconds. Then it became obvious he was dirty. Henry hadn't cared much. Jack kicked a bit back to him on the filthy money he made and it more than supplamented his cop salary. Now they had this woman in the backseat and as Henry looked at the scared girl he wasn't sure he could go through with Jack's plan. I mean it was practically rape what he was talking about.. that wasn't right. Still he knew Jack was a violent one and he didn't want to get on his bad side, so he had picked the girl up and driven them to the abandoned motel. He jumped out of the car, fear on his face and ran to look for a good room. He returned about five minutes later, telling Jack that room 128 on the other side looked to still be in pretty good repair, even had power running to it still so it would be warm inside..
 
She answered Melody's call, trying to keep her voice from quavering as she repeated the officer's instructions. Oaisis Motel...ironic.

Melody sounded very concerned, almost terrified, asking her if was sure she was alright and promising that she'd be there as soon as she could.

She hung up the phone and looked back into the sergant's eyes, the complete lack of pity in them scaring her more than the gun. "She said she'd be here in about 20 minutes...what are you going to do, who are you anyway, I..." her voice broke, realizing she didn't know if she wanted answers to either of those questions. She just wanted out of the car and away from him.

He sent his partner to find a room that would be comfortable, and she was alone with him. He was so close, just on the other side of the bars, but it was she who was caged, no door handles on her side. She ran her hands over the door anyway, hoping to find some way out, trying to stay back away from him. It was like she couldn't catch her breath, couldn't breathe deeply enough to get air, couldn't think. Her voice sounded so soft, so plaintive when she managed to ask "What are you going to do to me?"

"Every fucking thing I can." Her heart sank. He really was. And Mel was coming here. He opened the door and a burst of cold air came in as he left. She couldn't pull her eyes away from him, watching the muscles bunch under his uniform as he stretched...watching the hard bulge in his pants. For her. For what he was going to do to her. She shivered again, hard.

The partner came back and looked at her, she could see some amount of concern, some normal human emotion in him. They were talking about a room, one with heat. The sergant nodded and turned back to her, leaning close to her window, "I'm going to open the door and get you out now, and you're going to be good and come with me or you're going to regret it, understand?"

She nodded, she understood, she didn't lik it, but she understood. He opened the door and grabbed her arm, dragging her from the vehicle so quickly she nearly tripped on the way out. He walked her to the room, the gun nestled into her ribs, one hand on the back of her neck, his thumb slowly caressing her skin. He even made that single warm spot of contact feel like a threat.
 
She knew her friend was scared and that really pissed her off, she got there in 20 minutes, Melody may look small but she is a black belt and knows how to defend herself, she put on the gentle girl look and knocked on the door, she sighed some unsure of what she was going to do, she knocked once more and crossed her arms, she felt something wasn't right, she felt it with all her being, her friend, if they so much as lay a finger on a strand of her hair she would kill them.
 
Well, ain't this a pretty place!
Jack pushed the frightened girl inside and looked around.
One dim bulb glowed from a wall lamp. Enough to see a bed with a bare matress, an upturned table, two straight backed chairs and nightstand covered with dust.
The bathroom door was ajar but it was too dark to see inside.

You did good Dirksen, I may recommend you for promotion.

He saw a quick look pass between Angie and the young cop. The guy actually smiled at her!
Time to cross the Rubicon.

Grabbing both her wrists he jerked them behind her back and with a swift move and a satisfying, solid click had her cuffed.

She had probably been expecting the worst but now that it was upon her, Angie started to scream.

Jack slapped a big calloused paw over her mouth and his lips next to her ear.

"Listen bitch, you're in a world of shit and if you want to see the sunrise tomorrow
you'll shut up and be a nice girl. You bet your ass your gonna get fucked, but no one ever died of that did they?.....DID THEY!


She was suffocating under his sweaty palm but managed to shake her head.

So, are you gonna be obediant, are you gonna follow orders?

Yes,
her voice was barely a whisper.

Jack cast a hard look at Dirksen,
Okay Buddy, let's see what she's got.
Strip her.


Just then they heard a car pulling fast into the parking lot.
 
Angie

And then they were inside, dim, dirty, a bed, a dark bathroom. He pushed her deeper into the room when she hesitated, but out of his grasp she took a few more tenitive steps, wondering if the bathroom held any escape. She turned back to face the men, crossing her arms in front of her protctively. The sergant still looked like murder, but she cast asad, plaintive gaze to his partner and the other man smiled at her, concern and pity. He would help her if the sergant was gone, she was almost sure of it.

He must have seen the smile, he grabbed her roughly and wrneched her hands behind her back, she gasped as the cold steel tightened around her wrists, pulling her shoulders back. She went wild with fear, screaming, her voice high and clear until he smothered her, closing off her mouth and nose, pressing her body tight to his.

He was whispering, but his voice seemed to stab into her mind, cutting trhough teh layers of panic. ""Listen bitch, you're in a world of shit and if you want to see the sunrise tomorrow you'll shut up and be a nice girl. You bet your ass your gonna get fucked, but no one ever died of that did they?.....DID THEY!" she whimpered, struggling for air and shook her head. He eased up on the preassure and she sucked in a breath. "So, are you gonna be obediant, are you gonna follow orders?"

She nodded. "Y...yes."

He pushed her toward his partner, Dirksen, tugging her long coat off her shoulders, revealing the dress. Blood red, tiny straps over her shoulder, cut nearly down to her ass in the back, the silky fabric not hiding the fact she wasn't wearing a bra, hugging her curves to her hips and flowing around her legs.

"Okay Buddy, let's see what she's got. Strip her."

Dirksen helped her catch her balance, and then headlights flashed into the room with the sound of tires on the gravel outside. Melody. Mel was here. Her heart leapt and she struggled away from Dirksen's grip, standing on her own, beginning to edge toward the door.
 
She knew something was very wrong, she took out her gun that she had loading it, making sure the safety was off and kicked the door took two tries but kicked it wide open, she checked the area, since she was in training to be a police woman and heard the struggle.

"Put your hands up where I can see them ass hole, leave her alone!"
 
Dirksen put his hands up and Jack stepping from behind the door chopped down hard on her wrist sending the gun flying.
The new arrival cried out and spun around in time to meet Bailey's fist on the point of her chin.
She sagged to the floor with a moan.

Gimme your cuffs, man. Let's secure her before she wakes up.

In a few moments both women were sitting on the bed, handcuffed.
Mel was still groggy, a purplish bruise beginning to form on her jaw.

Angie was shivering, the night was cold and the dress she had on wasn't much protection at all.

Jack walked around the bed looking at the captives as though surveying a mound of treasure.

Dirk, my boy, we have made us a haul. look at these bitches, tell me they aren't prime.

He ran his nightstick up Angie's spine, from the top of her ass to her neck. She gasped.

Hell baby, aint musch use in even bothering with a rag like that.
Reaching out he tore the thin straps apart and the silky dress slid down over her breasts, hung for a second on her tight nipples and thin fell into her lap.
Dirksen stared as if mesmerized.

Well, how 'bout it partner, they look as good as I think they do?
 
Henry ws scared shitless at this point. He knew Jack was a bad cop, there was no doubt about that, but he had no idea how bad until just this moment. He alsmot yelled out a warning to the woman who came bursting through the door, but knew that would accomplish nothing but getting himself shot either by her or by Jack. Instead he averted his eyes as Jack's hand came crushing forward, knocking the woman to the floor. He sighed heavily as he took his cuffs off and secured her, cursing his entire family for pushing him into this line of work.

"Yeah Jack... they look good." He said, nervousness evident in his voice. He couldn't deny it was the truth. Despite the depravity of the situation, both women were quite attractive... but all of this was wrong and confusing to Henry.
"Jack, are you sure we should be doing this... I mean... we're supposed to be the good guys aren't we?" He asked, knowing the question was futile.
 
Angie

She heard Melody's warning and tried to warn her but it was all so fast. All too fast.

Dirksen put cuffs on her friend and the sergant dumped Mel on the bed even before her eyes opened, shoving Angie after her. She pressed against her friend's body, taking some comfort in her breathing, her warmth, the human contact. Melody began to stir and the sergant was leering at the two of them.

The cold, hard tip of his nightstick traced up her bare spine, making her gasp at the touch, the intrusion. And then his fingers, rough and strong, snapping the straps on her dress. She tried to hold still, hoping against the inevitable as the fabric slid over her skin in a near silent hush, the bodice of the dress pooling in her lap. She shivered again, exposed to the air to her waist, her breasts thrust forward and her nipples embarassingly taut, she tried to cover herself, straining her wrists and shoulders painfully.

She felt her cheeks warm as she blushed. Dirksen's eyes on her body... "Yeah Jack...they look good." The animal had a name...Jack. Dirksen's voice was tenative, questioning, "Jack, are you sure we should be doing this... I mean... we're supposed to be the good guys aren't we?"

She turned her own sad, hopeful gaze to the man, her voice soft and begging. "Jack, please. You can't have become a cop to...do this. To break the law like this. Please, just let us go home."
 
She woke up "Big mistake you son of a bitch" She glared at them she looked over at Angie and cuddled up to her and whispered so only she could hear. "Be strong my friend, I have police coming for us, just another 10 minutes" She looked at them and stood up "Leave her alone" She looked down. "I will do everything you say if you just leave her alone, I love Angie and for this, please, don't rape her" She looked at them, she could not believe she was begging.
 
Well now let's see, what are my choices; let you all go home and you'll promise not to tell, or Mel here's willing to do anything as long as we don't rape her bestest, bestest friend and you my compadre, wanting to know if all this is morally wrong.
Jack sneered.
Last one first, you're goddamned right it's morally wrong Dirksen, about as wrong as you
offering me that joint at the Chief's party last night, about as wrong as you taking the 200 bucks from that whore, so her pimp wouldn't beat the shit out of her.
Now buddy lemme tell you, both of those deals will lose you that badgeyour so fucking proud of...savvy?


Jack had moved around now and stood facing them all. He turned to Mel...anything huh?

She nodded,
Okay darlin', suck my partner's cock and do a good job. Me and Angie here, we're gonna watch.


The seargent slid next to Angie on the bed, one arm circling her waist and with an appreciative glance at her exposed breasts, gestured the pistol in Dirksen's direction.
Go ahead Mel, lemme see your technique.
 
She sighed some "I wont be able to please anyone fully unless I can use both my hands, if I try and run you can shoot me" She looked at them then at Angie, giving her a sweet smile saying it was going to be ok, she saw the officer walking up to him. She blew in his ear as she moved her knee to between his legs. "I know your not bad, your partner is using you" She said so only he could hear and not the other by Angie, but making it look like she was blowing in his ear.
 
Mel was always the stonger one, always taking charge, but I couldn't let her make that offer could I? I protested, trying to stop her, but Jack pounced on it and I shut my mouth with no more than a warning look from him.

"Okay darlin', suck my partner's cock and do a good job. Me and Angie here, we're gonna watch."

Jack's weight settled next to me on the bed, his arm holding me close against his side, my skin against his shirt, close enough to feel his heartbeat, close enough for him to feel mine, rapid with fear. "Mel, you don't have to, please..." His voice overpowered mine, sardonic and cold. "Go ahead Mel, lemme see your technique." directing her with his gun. He eyed my breasts, appreciating them in an impersonal way that made me feel dirty, used. I squirmed under his touch, pulling away.

Mel looked confident, far more in control than I was, practically demanding to be uncuffed like it was the most logical thing in the world, flirting with Dirksen. I quieted, Mel could handle this, verything was going to be okay. Right?
 
Jack

Jack watched the byplay with growing impatience.
His cock was hard as steel right now and he had any number of terrible things he was planning for young Angie. Time was a wastin'!

You take the cuffs off that bitch Dirksen, and I will personaly kick your ass.

Jack stood up and spun Melody around, slapping her hard across the face.
Who are you kiddin' sister. He may be green, but he ain't stupid.

Grabbing the girl by the hair he yanked it down her back arching her body until her tits nearly burst from her blouse.

Fuck, let's see what you got,
he said, and ripped her blouse and bra wide open with one violent move!

Oh yeah, look at those pardner.
Mel's breasts, fully exposed were perfect cherry tipped globes of firm pearled flesh.

Goddam, buddy, you got firsties on this one, but I gotta take a taste at least.
His fist still twined in her hair, he pulled her back yet farther until the peaked
tips met his lips and he sucked the coral nipples between his teeth and into his hungry mouth.




ooc...man I am a real bastard! (not that bad in RT girls, honest)
 
(OOC: No problem I know your not that kind of person, I see you as a gentleman ;) )

She didn't make a sound when he sucked on her breasts, she closed her eyes as she was flat on her back on the bed, she sighed she looked at the men, looking at the young one she knew he was new and had no clue his partner was like this, she didn't hate him, but this pig on her she hated, they call themselves cops when they screw the weak.
 
Henry was still scared shitless, but he couldn't deny that he was getting a little turned on from the whole things. One of the only things he'd enjoyed about being a cop so far was the thrill he got from having power over so many people. The respect... the fear... it was something he had grown to like. But this was crossing the line wasn't it? I mean... rape? But what could he do? Jack had threatened kill him if he got out of line and Jack was just a mean enough son of a bitch to do it too...

Still he licked his lips slightly in desire as the girl's breasts popped out, his cock hardening at the sight of those perfect tits. He felt guilty, but he couldn't tear his gaze away as his partner began sucking on them.
 
Jack could tell by the gleam in Dirksen's eyes and flushed face , that he was turning on.
Lifting his head from the feast, he cupped one of Mel's tits in his big hand and squeezed it till the pebbled skin around the nipple was pulled tight thrusting the hard stiff tip upwards.
Come on Pard, take a lick, better yet take a bite. Don't worry about hurtin' her, I think this bitch likes it rough. Dontcha doll?

He pushed Mel in Dirksens' direction and turned back to Angie, kneeling by the bed, he slid his hands up her legs and taking the tops of her black lace thigh-highs pulled them slowly down, over her knees to her ankles.

We'll take those shoes off in a minute baby, but right now let's see waht kinda panties you're wearin'.

His hands plunged back under her dress again and try as she might she could not keep them from slipping between her warn moist thighs...
 
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