"Now it's time for your spanking," Edward said. "Get up on your hands and knees over there." He pointed to the black vinyl platform in the center of the room. Connie, by now nearly numb to her own degradation, did as he had instructed her. She walked to the platform, feeling his gaze on her luscious naked ass with every step. Then, trying not to think about what she was being forced to do, she climbed onto the platform and posed on her hands and knees.
She knew that her asshole and pussy were completely exposed to his visual examination and felt hot tears of shame welling up in her eyes once again. Her tits were hanging straight down, the nipples pointing toward the foam mattress which covered the platform. For some strange reason, they had puckered and were hardening to erect little points. The pain of Edward's mauling was almost overshadowed by a tingling itch which had started at the tips of the pointed pink nipples and was spreading rapidly through her tits and even beyond.
"You know," she heard Edward say. "You're a lucky little girl. I've decided not to spank you after all. That ass of yours is just too damn pretty to spoil," And then she heard a sound that terrified her more than anything else that had happened since Johnny Walker had left her in the hands of these two monsters. It was the raspy sound of Edward's zipper being undone.
She didn't dare turn around to look at what he was doing. But she was sure that he would be upon her in a moment, jabbing her with his cock, tearing at the walls of her pussy. Like Lionel had done. She wished for a hole in the world – a bole big enough to crawl into and pull in over her. But there was no hole to crawl into. No place to hide.
Edward walked slowly toward the platform, his eyes never leaving the gently rounded curve of her ass. He had dropped his pants and shorts, but kept his shirt on. As he approached Connie, his cock swayed from side to side. It was long, thin, and pointed like a dog's cock. His balls hung below it in a wrinkled sac that swung to and fro as he walked. He stopped alongside the platform and rested his hand gently on Connie's smooth white back.
Then he began to slide it backwards, toward her ass, moving his fingers from side to side as be did so. Connie shivered involuntarily at the contact. She felt the downy hairs that lined the lips of her cunt bristling in a combination of fear and some other emotion. An emotion for which she had no name.
"Such a pretty little ass," Edward crooned, almost to himself. "Such a pretty little ass." He stroked the contours of the soft round cheeks, allowing one of his fingers to stray between them to the warm moist little nut of her anus.
With his fingernail he tickled the donut-shaped muscle which ringed its entrance. Then he moved his hand a little lower down.
Connie felt a wave of disgust sweep over her as he stroked her asshole. She found herself hoping that she didn't smell to bad there. She wasn't sure whether she had showered since the last time she had moved her bowels. The thought of this evil man probing her asshole was horrifying to her. That was the most private part of her body. It simply was unfair for him to invade and defile that last vestige of privacy.
Now his fingers were exploring the moist length of her tight young pussy, not venturing inside, but contenting themselves with stroking the pouting pink lips which were already coated with a thick honey like moisture. Connie wished that the tingling, burning itch would stop so that she could concentrate on hating Edward. But somehow keeping her thoughts clear and her emotions cold was beginning to require more and more of her will.
She pulled forward slightly as Edward gently began stroking her asshole once again. But she moved back immediately at his barked command to "stay put". His probing finger was becoming more insistent now, insinuating itself into the tight rubbery brown opening.
Connie felt her stomach turning at the thought of what he was doing to her. She wanted to beg him to stop, to promise him anything else. But she knew that it would be hopeless. His finger continued its relentless exploration of her tightly closed anus.
Then, suddenly, he jabbed it forward, forcibly separating the moist rubbery lips of her asshole. The anal sphincter opened to accept his finger as far as the first knuckle. Then the ring of muscle closed tightly around it. Slowly twisting his finger back and forth, Edward worked it all the way inside. By now his cock was so hard it ached, and he longed to bury it in the tight opening.
The pain of his finger's sudden entry brought a scream to Connie's lips, but she managed to keep it in. She was sure that this sadist would react to her suffering by hurting her more. So she did her best to conceal the pain that she felt. When he pulled his finger from her anus a moment later, she was sure that she had done the right thing.
But Edward wasn't finished with the tight brown slit. He climbed quickly onto the platform and crawled toward Connie's nude body, the scarlet tip of his swollen prick preceding him by eight inches. Without wasting any more time, he kneed his way up behind her and pulled her ass cheeks roughly apart with his hands. The sight of the brown eye winking up at him from between her soft round cheeks brought a sparkling drop of lubricating fluid from the tip of his prick. He rubbed it quickly over the satiny surface of his swollen purple cockhead and then speared forward, bringing it into electric contact with the soft brown skin of her rectum. With one swift forward he buried the first two inches of his hotly palpitating penis in the clasping warmth of the young policewoman's ass.
This time Connie couldn't contain the whine of pain and humiliation which tore from her lips at the sudden intrusion of her asshole. She had never heard of such a vile and disgusting act. And the pain was intense. It felt as though his cock – that vile obscene instrument of humiliating torture – was actually going to tear her apart, leaving her poor little asshole in tatters. She began to sob and moan as he sawed methodically into her.
Connie's sobs were turning Edward on like he had never been turned on before. The fact that she was a policewoman, together with her obvious discomfort about anything sexual, had brought his cock to painfully swollen erection. He knew that it wouldn't be long before he popped his load into her writhing asshole. His only regret was that he wouldn't be able to see her face when he blasted off into her warmly caressing anal depths. But he could picture it. It would be distorted with pain and horror, like it had been when he was punching her around before.
The memory was bringing to a boil the pot of semen in the swaying sack of nuts that slapped against her flowered pussy lips with each instroke. He could feel the creamy moisture of her cunt coating his scrotum and he knew that in spite of her horror she was being aroused, too. The only one who didn't know it was the bitch herself.
He drove his cock rhythmically in and out of her, feeling his load of hot cream beginning its long tortuous journey through the coiled tubes of his scrotum and up into his swollen hardon. His fingers gripped her hips like the sharp talons of an eagle, making her cry out unabashedly with each stroke. Then, at last, he felt the first spurt pushing its way past the constricting slit at the end of his bludgeoning prick. It was followed by another and another.
Connie could feel the hot viscous liquid pumping into her ass and greasing the walls of her bowel as the rutting monster behind her drove his cock deeper and deeper into her most private and innermost depths. Her humiliation was complete. He was buggering her pitilessly, assfucking her as though she was a sheep and he a farmboy who had never seen a woman in his life.