Chapter 10

When my brother's ship came in, things changed. He thought I should learn the legitimate side of their import/export business before getting stuck in to the sex and violence I was doing so well, under my sister-in-law's supervision. I was banned from the 'cell block', told to find accommodation elsewhere and enrolled in night school - accountancy and navigation!

I was also told to get a driver's licence. My instructor was a shapely blonde lady of about thirty - we'll call her 'Polly' - who was happy to end each session with a kiss and a cuddle on the back seat, provided, she said, there was no penetration. She was pleased to give me what she called, 'hand relief' and made nervous jokes about the size of my member while stroking it to a sticky end.

On our last session - my licence signed, sealed and delivered - I planned to nail Polly's arse to the dashboard. When she joined me on the back seat I told her that as this was our final fling I was going to make it 'special' for her. She giggled hesitantly as I unbuttoned her soft cotton top and slid her skirt down her legs. While I played with her tits she fondled my erect cock. She protested when I ripped her panties off and begged me to stop as I stroked the outer lips of her blonde fringed pussy with the head of my prick.

'Sebastian! You are going too far! Oh... God! Please stop!' she said.

'No!' I replied, 'I'm going to "penetrate" you till you drop, and then some!'

'That's Rape!' she said.

'That's right!' said I, and I positioned myself to rip into her slightly lubricated cunt.

There was a pounding on the roof of the car. A loud voice said, 'Police! Get out and spread 'em! Move!'

We did as we were told. The city's finest had a reputation for mistaking any hesitation to obey their commands as an invitation to shoot. Polly, wearing only an unbuttoned cotton top and me with my pants around my ankles, spread for the big voiced lady cop. We leant against the car and admired the view from the secluded scenic lookout I'd chosen as the site for Polly's penetration. The cop took her time 'patting down' my former driving instructor. Polly squirmed against the car gasping as the cop fingered first her anus then her blonde snatch. 'O.K.!' said the policewoman, 'You got any complaints to make about this animal? Looked like he was gonna rape you.'

'N -- No, officer, ' Polly stammered, 'We were just -- er heavy petting -- er. Can I get dressed?' The cop nodded and turned to me. I was still bare-arsed and my less than full erection was swinging in the breeze. The cop's hands moved over my shirt, between my buttocks and fastened for a moment around my scrotum. She gave this a mighty squeeze which brought tears to my eyes.

'I only keep a couple of things in there, Ma'am, and I'm really attached to them, ' I managed to gasp. My humor was not appreciated.

'You, ' she snarled, 'are under arrest!' She whipped my arms behind my back and cuffed me.

'What charge! What about my rights? I haven't done anything. The wise-crack wasn't that bad!' I protested.

'You've done plenty, ' she hissed, '... and fuck your rights!'

Polly hurriedly pulled on her skirt. She too was aware that something very irregular was going on. But she didn't want to get involved. 'I'll go then, shall I?' Polly quavered.

'Yeah, ' said the policewoman, 'I'll just get your name and address. If you say anything about me and lover-boy I'll run you in for statutory rape. You know how old this fucking ape is?'

Polly knew because we'd had to fudge my age to obtain the driver's licence. 'No, surely he's an adult?' she said.

'This, ' said the cop, tapping my cock with her nightstick and making it go up and down, '... this horny little bastard hasn't yet turned sixteen.' Polly looked shocked.

'I'm big for my age, ' I offered as Polly drove away. 'Is that what attracted you towards me.' The cop just glared and said nothing. 'I noticed you've removed your identity numbers, ' I continued, 'So I don't know what to call you. Would "Dyke" do?' I didn't hear the answer because she hit me over the head with her truncheon and I lost consciousness.

When I came to I was cold. My clothes had been removed and I was lying on a concrete floor in a garage. I guessed it was the garage of a suburban house. There were oil stains on the floor. A large green-painted metal trunk stood against one wall. A saw-horse was the only other furniture. Opposite the closed roller door there was a smaller door, open and from what I could see, leading into a house. I couldn't see much because I was still handcuffed and I was tethered to the floor by a short leather strap attached to a collar around my neck. My head ached. I felt sick. 'Water!' I gasped.

The cop answered my croak. She came through the small door, undid the strap and hauled me to my feet. She was in her underwear, plus cap, belt and uniform stockings. 'Haven't you forgotten something, officer?' I wheezed.

'You mean my uniform, smart-arse? Nah. I don't want it spoilt with your blood.' I tried to raise an eyebrow - what the novelists call a quizzical gesture. 'True, you're not bleeding yet. But when you do, Sebastian, you little shit, you'll bleed bucketfuls!'

'How come you know my name -- and age?' I asked.

'Don't you remember me?' the policewoman asked.

I shook my head. 'Can't place your face, ' I said, 'but take your knickers off. I never forget a cunt!' She hit me several times about the body. I was glad the daily workout I'd enjoyed at Kim's warehouse gymnasium had hardened my gut a bit but, even so, I was on my knees before she stopped.

The policewoman stood over me, panting. She said, 'I was one of the officers who was called to Mrs Joy

's house the night you were arrested. You were still playing with her breasts when we arrived. You had serially raped her for over six hours! Vaginally, anally, orally! You'd used her sweet breasts to slake your bestial lust! You made her beg you to fuck her or be beaten! I took her statements. I attended the trial. They should have taken you out and wrung your neck! Instead they sent you to a Juvenile Correction Center. Well, I'm going to put that right! I'm gonna give you a taste of what you gave Joy before we cut you cock and balls off. You'll bleed to death! You wanted water?' I nodded. She stripped her panties off, 'So eat me, you nasty little roach, If I'm feeling kind I'll piss on you!'

Cunnilingus is an acquired taste. I'd seen it done but had not chosen to go muff-diving, pussy-munching or whatever myself. Now there was no choice. The policewoman attached a tight wire-reinforced leather band around the top of my scrotum and from it led a thin rope through a small metal hoop set into the concrete of the garage floor. I either did as she told me or risked losing the family jewels.

Any slacking on my part earned a whack from the policewoman's nightstick. She kept me at it for what seemed hours. She moaned with pleasure. Her hips began to gyrate and I thought she was going to suffocate me as she ruthlessly fucked my face. As she climaxed she belabored my back with her nightstick. I passed out again. When I recovered she was still there.

'Well, Sebastian, ' she cooed, as she removed her top and massaged her full, white, tits, 'How does it feel to be the victim?' I was struggling to think up a cutting rejoinder when I heard someone else enter through the small door. I managed to turn my head and was surprised to see Joy.

'Better ask her, ' I croaked, 'She loved every minute!'

'You low-life!' yelled my tormentor, dragging the cord attached to my balls and jamming her pussy tight against my face so I couldn't speak. 'You ruined this woman's life! She spent months getting over the ordeal you put her through! Her marriage failed! She lost her job! She couldn't eat or sleep or even think about sex!'

'Until I met you, Judith!' Joy spoke for the first time. 'I came as soon as I had your message. It is him. What are we going to do?'

'Geld him, Joy! Pickle his cock and balls to put in your trophy cabinet! I've planned it all. There's a scalpel in that kidney dish! And acid to clean blood off the concrete. We'll dump his body in the bay.'

'Isn't that a bit... extreme?' I heard Joy say hesitantly.

'Hell! It's what you said you wanted to do."I'd cut his balls off, and make him eat them," were your exact words! But get undressed, we don't want your dress bloodstained.'

I twisted my head and saw Joy begin to take off the floral dress she was wearing. She didn't seem as keen as the policewoman on the proposed slaughter but I needed to cause a distraction. 'Play some Mozart, ' I suggested, pulling my mouth free of its fleshy gag. 'Joy does a really sexy strip to the Marriage of Figaro!' Judith hit me again and I went out like a light.

I wasn't unconscious for very long but lay on my side and played doggo while I thought of how to escape with my balls intact. The effort gave me a more intense headache and the result was zero. I listened to Joy and her policewoman lover debating my fate.

'I don't know that I can -- do -- that to him.' Joy was saying. 'I know it's what I've said I'd do, if I had the chance but, Judith, I didn't expect you to go out and hunt him down. He has been punished, you know!'

'Punished!' snorted Judith. 'You call a couple of years in a Juvenile Correction Facility punishment for what he did to you? Anyway the little shit got out on good behavior after no time at all. I heard he conned the padre into thinking he was a saint!'

'He's not so "little" even now, ' said Joy and I felt her foot nudge the tip of my tool. I groaned. 'What were you doing to him when I arrived?' Joy asked.

'Trying to teach the bastard some respect for the sisterhood!' said the policewoman. She gave a tug on the rope which made me open my eyes. Then she brought me to my knees once more by taking a fistful of hair and heaving. 'Sebastian likes gash gobbling, don't you? You evil god-dammed mother-fucker!' Before I could reply with some stinging repartee she slapped me twice. 'How about he face-fucks you, Joy?

'Yeah!' I groaned, 'Why not -- I've fucked her every other way!' This bit of bravado earned me a kicking and I missed seeing Joy haul her panties down to expose her neatly trimmed pudenda. 'Using the same scent... ' was all I could manage before my erstwhile victim thrust her pussy hard against my lips and conversation became difficult for me.

Joy was trembling slightly as she rubbed her cunt against my face. I sensed that she was still afraid of me, so I went at it fiercely, nipping at her labia and clitoris with my lips and teeth and plunging my tongue as far up her vagina as it would go. Under the circumstances it was as close to force fucking her as I could manage. When she protested Judith tugged on the rope tethered to my scrotum and I desisted.

'I -- I can't do this!' Joy stammered pulling up her pants. She was shaking but her nipples were stretching the tight fabric of her bra and I suspect part of her reluctance was because she was becoming sexually aroused. Judith must have had the same idea. She put her arms around Joy and said, huskily, 'Why don't we discuss the whole idea over a relaxing drink in the house, Darling?' Joy nodded.

Judith hastily tied the ball-tether to my collar before leading Joy away, comforting her by massaging a tit.

I couldn't believe my luck! Judith had left the kidney dish and scalpel on the floor, not a yard away! I was able, by rolling onto my side, to get the sharp surgical instrument between my teeth and, within seconds, the rope attaching my neck to my nuts was severed. It wasn't hard to ease my feet and legs over the cuffs and so bring my hands where they could unfasten the ligature around my scrotum.

Judith had left her uniform hanging on a peg and in one of the trouser pockets I found the key to the hand-cuffs. By the time the lesbian lovers returned to the garage I was free of all encumbrances and aching to get my revenge.