When Connie awoke she was alone, still naked and sprawled out across the platform in the center of Johnny Walker's living room – the platform that had been the scene of her degradation and the altar on which she had been initiated into the rites of lust. Her body ached and her face was swollen and tender.
She touched her tits gingerly, wincing at the pain caused by the contact made by her probing fingers with the bruised and discolored skin. Her thighs were stiff and charley-horsed and pained her with every movement. Her cunt felt like it bad been slashed with a razor and then bathed in iodine. And her ass was torn and contused.
She groaned as she moved her body, seeking a more comfortable position on the foam rubber mattress. She knew that she had passed out, but that the night's debauchery had continued until early morning. She remembered experiencing fleeting moments of consciousness while Cobb and Edward had mauled and misused her sore and aching body. And she remembered what had happened just before she passed out.
Cobb had been lapping obscenely at her cunt. And instead of fighting and resisting him, she had begged him to go on. She remembered screaming insanely at him, her lustful desires taking complete control of her mind and body. She despised herself for her sin, and for the weakness of womanhood which had led her down the path of impurity and degradation.
She had come to Forest Hills with a mission – a noble mission! She had been determined to swing her fist at the leering face of crime and immorality. But instead, she had been swallowed up in the rising swell of lust which was fast polluting the earth and soiling everything that it touched. She had taken a long decisive step over the abyss and into the swirling maelstrom of perversion and depravity.
What would happen to her now? Perhaps Johnny Walker would have her killed. Perhaps he intended to kill her with his own hands. She remembered the instruction that he had given his henchmen when he left her in their custody the previous night. "Don't kill her," he had said. "Leave something for me."
Connie found that she wasn't frightened by the prospect of being murdered by the Black gangster. If anything, she was relieved. How could she live with what she had become? She was no more than a wanton slut now, a bitch in heat responding to the perverted stimulation of her body with the uncontrollable lust of an animal. She thought about the power of her monumental orgasm and the way that it had overrun the strength of her mind, realizing with horror that the rollicking climax that she had willingly experienced had chained her to her desire, making her a slave to the lusts of her body. Death was the only way out. She craved it! Longed for it! If Johnny Walker didn't kill her, she would just have to kill herself.
She barely looked up as the door opened and Johnny stepped into the room. After turning the policewoman over to Cobb and Edward, the night before, he had gone to his bedroom in the back of the apartment and gone straight to sleep. Now he would complete what his underlings had begun.
The Black gangster was dressed in a terrycloth sarong which wrapped around his waist and reached just past his knees. The material was tiger-striped, making him look like some African tribal chieftain. The muscles of his taut belly rippled as he walked barefoot across the room, a small brass cup in his hand.
He went to the platform and stood next to it for a moment, looking down at the naked battered body of the shapely young policewoman. Cobb had given him a full report of the previous night's activities, and Johnny could see by the bruises on her creamy-white skin that his henchmen hadn't been exaggerating. He waited as she slowly turned her head to look up at him.
"Hello, little policewoman," he said, his thick lips twisting into a contemptuous sneer. "Are you glad to see me?"
Connie turned her face away from him again, pressing her lips tightly together. She knew that be was looking at her, studying her nakedness, but she had stopped caring, her mind numb to her further degradation. Let him do what he wants with me, she thought. Soon it will alt be over.
But Johnny yanked her viciously by the hair, turning her head around so that she faced him. "I asked you a question," he said, speaking through clenched teeth. "And I expect an answer. Are you glad to see me?" He looked as though he was getting ready to slap her.
"Just thrilled," Connie said, a tear welling up in her right eye and running unimpededly down her face.
Johnny grinned. "Don't look so unhappy," he said. "From what the boys told me, I kind of think you're going to like this. Now lie flat on your back and spread your legs. And don't give me any reason to beat the shit out of you." The directness of his command reminded Connie that she was totally helpless and unqualifiedly at his mercy. She decided to comply with his orders rather than suffer another beating. She couldn't be humiliated any more than she already had been.
Connie arranged herself on her back, spreading her legs as he had directed. She stared unseeingly at the ceiling, awaiting his pleasure. Johnny fell to his knees beside the raised black platform and moved toward her, still holding the brass cup in his hand. He held it over Connie's belly and tipped it, spilling out a small quantity of warm oil. As the warm slick substance rolled over her body, Connie was certain that she detected the scent of jasmine.
Johnny moved his hand, pouring some of the oil onto her thighs. Then moving up, he let some of the scented oil drip onto her bruised breasts, watching it pool in the valley of her cleavage. He put the cup on the floor beside him and rested both hands lightly on the nude policewoman's belly. Dipping his palms into the pool of warm oil which filled her navel, Johnny began to spread it across the white skin of her taut flat belly.
Connie could feel his strong muscular hands working gently, smearing the scented oil over her in a sensuously continuous circular motion. In spite of herself, she found her pussy tingling at the contact. Johnny continued to work the warm liquid over her hips and lower belly. She could feel his fingertips stroke exploringly at her curling jungle of darkly tangled pubic hair. She felt completely detached, as though she was watching him stroke the body of another woman.
His hands moved upward now, rubbing the warmly scented oil into the achingly tender skin of her swollen boobies. As his fingers climbed the gently sloping mountains of white-skinned majesty, her rosy nipples began to pucker, drawing into tight little points of desire. He rubbed oil over them carefully, his strong hands surprisingly gentle. Connie wanted to be repulsed by what he was doing – wanted to hate him for it – but found that she couldn't. Instead, his touch was fanning the embers of desire which sparked in her pussy and intensifying them until they became flames of passion, threatening to consume her from within.
He rolled the oiled pink nipples in his oil slicked hands, plucking gingerly at their turgid peaks with his fingertips. Connie groaned and her body undulated in response to the jagged shafts of pleasure which shot through her body, emanating from the curving swell of her oiled tits. Closing her eyes, she arched her back, thrusting the tender white mounds up at him, begging silently for his attention.
Johnny dropped his head to her bosom, his thick lips searching for the hardness of her nipple as his left hand continued massaging the silky skin of her full round breasts. Meanwhile, his right hand worked its way slowly across her belly, his fingers moving from side to side with a rapid fluttering motion that made her entire body tremble. Then he tangled them in the wiry curls of her furry crotch.
Connie dug her heels into the mattress, making a bridge of her body and lifting her buttocks up off the platform as she raised her cunt to meet the probing exploration of his fingers. She was totally incapable of rational thought now, her body a sensuous machine that responded to all sexual stimulation with lustful desire. She groaned as his fingers moved downward slowly approaching the already-moistening slit of her pussy. She raised her knees, bringing her legs even further apart and opening the lips of her cunt invitingly.
Johnny sucked voraciously at her swollen pink nipples, feeling their hardness with his tongue as he ran its pointy tip in spiraling circles around the puckering aureoles. He could see by the way that she was responding to him that Cobb and Edward had forever destroyed the barrier of repression that had formerly stood between her and sexual pleasure. She was motivated by nothing more than her own passionate desires now, her body responding automatically to the stimulation of his tongue and fingers.
His middle finger was slipping up and down the drooling length of her glistening red cuntal slit, its lips parting under his skillful ministrations and a thick viscous fluid oozing from between them. He dipped his fingertip into the abundant well of cuntal secretions, wetting it thoroughly, and transferring the moisture to the swollen little nut of her clitoris, nestled safely in its little pocket of cuntal fesh at the upper end of her slit. He heard her gasp with sudden delight as his finger stabbed at the rigid pleasure button.
As her hips began to roll and grind, shoving her cunt hungrily up at him, he moved his finger away from her clit, leaving her pussy totally unattended for an instant. "Oooohhhh," she moaned disappointedly. Johnny's fingers were stroking her right knee now, smearing it with oil and rubbing upwards to caress the downy length of her long, creamy white thigh. Bringing his exploring fingers to within an inch or two of her wet cunt, he moved his hand suddenly downward again, transferring the contact to her left thigh. He stroked her legs slowly up and down, rubbing in the oil and teasing her pussy to flaming red heat.
"Oh, please," she moaned, "Don't tease me. Put it in my cunt. I need your finger in my cunt." She was shocked to hear the obscene words bubbling from her own mouth, but was unable to bring her rampant passions under control or to conquer the insatiable cravings of lust that were building in her body, turning her into a shameless animal – a she-wolf in heat.
Johnny responded to her pleas by stroking her swelling clitoris lightly with the finger of one hand. Then reaching for her hand, he placed it palm down on the cushiony mound of her hairy pubic triangle. As his finger returned to her clit, he could feel her hand rubbing her genital region, moving around and around in erotic little circles of self-stimulation.
Lowering his hand, Johnny let his finger slip inside the warm slit of her cunt, wiggling it back and forth quickly and whipping her lubricating juices to frothy whiteness. He felt her hand moving downward, following his. She was exploring the warm wetness of her own vaginal slash, looking for the swollen pebble of desire which had become inflamed and abandoned by Johnny's fingering.
With his free hand he continued stroking the quivering mountains of her tits, pinching gently at the well-oiled pink nipples and kneading the white cushiony mounds softly. He moved his head downward across the oily expanse of her belly, nipping gently at her skin with his teeth. His eyes were wide open and he could see her hand moving desperately in the exploration of her own pussy. The tip of one finger found the free floating pellet of flesh that was her pleasure center and began rolling it about in the oozing slime of her cuntal membranes.
Connie had never masturbated before, touching her pussy only when she washed it in the shower or wiped it with paper after urinating. She was surprised to find that the internal membranes were so slick and wet. And she was astounded to discover what happened when she moved her fingertip lovingly over the button of her quivering clit.
The tiny bundle of nerve endings was like a single pea floating around in a pool of butter. She rubbed her finger delicately across it, rolling her hips from side to side and moaning softly as the waves of pleasure crashed over her bruised body. She could feel the Black racketeer's finger probing her inner cuntal folds, worming around inside her like a living creature. It was rubbing the walls of her cunt with a systematically circular motion, bringing its probing tip into contact with every part of the warm cavern.
She rolled her hips up toward his probing finger, trying to drive it deeper into the clasping confines of the warmly glistening slash. She was being consumed by flames of ecstatic passion, her consciousness disconnecting itself completely from everything but the hot flashes of delight which were zapping through her with the force of an atomic chain reaction. Rhythmic sighs were rolling from her throat like the throbbing beat of a ship's engine.
Johnny had completely abandoned her tits now, concentrating all his energies on the digital stimulation of her sweet flowing pussy. With his left band he cupped and framed her pubic triangle, leaving room for, the laboring hand with which she shamelessly petted and stroked her own clitoral protrusion. His fingers tangled in her curling jungle of pubic hair sending crackling sparks of electric static across the sloping plane of her crotch area. His right hand rubbed and petted her cunt itself, his stiffened fingers scissoring rapidly inside the stretching slash with erotic fury.
Stiffening his index, middle, and ring fingers into a thickly ridged cudgel, he drove them deep into her cunt, fucking her with his hand as she moaned in the throes of uncontrollably ecstatic agony. Her undercover assignment was as far away from her thoughts now as the oath that she had taken on the day that she had been inducted as a member of the New York City Police Force her promise to uphold justice and to resist the forces of evil.
"Oooooohhhhh," she moaned tormentedly. "It feels so goooood. Ooooohhhh, please don't stop. Don't ever stop." Johnny Walker chuckled inwardly at her tortured moan of passion. From what Foxy and Cobb bad told him, this hot little cunt had come a long way in the past twelve hours. Well, he thought, as long as my boys have started her on this little journey, I'll just see to it that she goes all the way.
He took both his hands away from her undulating groin and brought them to the waistband of his terry-cloth sarong. He stood up so that she could watch as be removed it from, his body. When he dropped the garment to the floor, his thick black prick stood up straight and hard, pointing away from the front of his body like a savage jungle spear. And he meant to impale her on it!
Connie looked up at the quivering shaft of gnarled black muscle and held her breath in shock and terror. It was huge! Tremendous! Bigger than anything that she had ever imagined. The heavy pulsating organ was as thick as a wrist and about nine inches long. It was pulsating wildly, and Connie could see one pearly drop of shiny lubricating fluid form at its tip as Johnny advanced toward her. She lay on her back, her legs still obscenely splayed and her hand still buried in the damply clinging wetness of her own hairy cunt. She knew that the huge black battering ram would tear her apart, splitting her body like a ripe tomato. She looked in fear at his huge instrument of torture and watched it swinging lewdly as he approached.
"Oh, you're going to like this, little policewoman," Johnny said as he dropped to his knees on the platform. He kneed his way to a position between her spread thighs, his cock pointing straight at the hair-lined red slash. While she watched, her eyes wide with disbelieving horror, he stroked the thick length of his cock with one idle hand. The heavy blue-black vein which ran along the length of the giant prick's silky underside throbbed to the rhythm of his pulse beat.
"No!" she wailed. "It's too big. It'll never fit inside me. It'll tear me in half. No, please, don't do it to me."
But Johnny Walker moved slowly and relentlessly forward, his cock coming closer each instant to the bristling hairs which surrounded her cunt. Then reaching forward with both hands, he pulled her lips of her pussy roughly apart, turning it inside out like a juicy orange. He humped his hips forward, bringing the huge bulbous tip of his throbbing prick into contact with the softly swollen lips of her puffy pink pussy.
Then, holding her vaginal lips apart with his fingers, he eased his glistening cockhead between them. He let go of the soft pink membranes, allowing them to close around his prick and enveloping it in a silky cavern of softness. Connie sighed involuntarily as the throbbingly hot log of throbbing flesh moved slickly into her snatch, moving forward millimeter by millimeter until the entire swollen head was buried in the moist slash.
"Mmmmnunmm," Connie moaned, her elastic cuntal membranes stretching to adapt themselves to the enormity of the black penile intruder. But then, not giving her any further opportunity to adjust to his tremendous size, Johnny threw himself forward, his muscular body falling on top of hers and his long thick hardon ramming to the hilt in her nearly virginal pussy.
The sudden force of his penetration brought tears of pain to her eyes and wrenched a long bestial wail of torment from her lips. But Johnny ignored them, sawing his hips back and forth vigorously and bathing the entire length of his inflated cock in the fluid cavern of her pussy. He could feel the rubbery cockhead nudging brutally at the rear wall of her pussy and took pleasure at the labored grunts of agony that tore from the writhing undercover agent's throat. He rolled his hips from side to side as he worked his palpitating prick in and out of her painfully clasping snatch, its puffy lips still trying to stretch comfortably around the enormous girth of his plunging member.
"Ooooohhh! Aaaaagh!" she grunted, tears flowing freely down her cheeks now as she cried in pain. "You're hurting me," she wailed. She knew that her cries were giving him sadistic pleasure but she was unable to stop herself from wailing in agonized protest. Johnny drove on, unheeding of the naked policewoman's suffering. Then something strange and unaccountable began to happen to Connie Dresden.
The elastic membranes of her pussy, designed to stretch around the most enormous of cocks, began to adjust to the size of Johnny's huge organ, stretching tightly around, its bludgeoning circumference. And the pain which had brought tears to her eyes and sobs to her throat was beginning to subside, to be replaced by another sensation – one of warm passionate arousal. She wrapped her smoothly sculptured legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind him. Not fully conscious of what she was doing, she tightened their scissor-like grip, pulling him tightly against her and driving his long black cock to the deepest depths of her passion-inflamed cunt.
At the same time she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck pulling his face to hers and kissing his lips passionately. Nothing in her experience had ever felt so all-consumingly wonderful to her before. She thought that she would go out of her mind from the pleasure that his lust-incited cock was bringing her. Her mother's prudish teachings had left her forever flow, and she had become a sensuous, sexual creature – a tigress purring at her Black lover's touch, writhing in passionate desire and rolling beneath him as his throbbing organ penetrated her most private cuntal depths.
She felt wave upon wave of ecstatic arousal sweeping over her and breaking on the craggy cliffs of her consciousness as Johnny Walker's gnarled rod of meat continued to pound into her, bringing a gut animal reaction from the deepest recesses of her mind where some dim and long forgotten racial memory took her back to the beginnings of her evolution. No longer a woman, she had become a flowing puddle of protoplasm seeking union with another protoplasmic blob. The feelings which emanated from her cunt transcended pleasure or desire. She was consumed now by the dictates of the animal need to combine with another creature.
The hot juices which were copiously and freely flowing in her cunt were like a liquid flux, welding her body to Johnny's, making of their separate existences one entity driven and motivated by the same base forces – the need to unite for a blazing instant of ecstatic fulfillment before recoiling once more to the darkened caverns of solitude. Her passion was increasing and she felt the building of an explosive climax – an orgasm that was destined to dwarf, in one sensational flash of blinding light, even the explosion which she had experienced the previous night under the talented tongue-stimulation of Cobb.
"Oooooohhhh,fuck me," she pleaded. "I need more cock. I need more cock. Give me your cock. throw it to me. Fuck it to me. Fuck me hard, please!"
Her voice was screaming now, broadcasting to the world the fact that she had taken the last step away from the world of purity and morality and into the depraved pit of passion and lust.
"Do you like my big black cock?" Johnny asked, his voice soft and teasing.
"Ooooooohhhhh," she answered. "I love it, I love your cock. Ineed more of your cock."
Johnny threw himself at her brutally, driving his turgidly erect mastadon through the wrinkled furrow of her voraciously sucking pussy. His huge scrotum was swinging vigorously forward and back as he rocked his body guiding his plunging cock in and out of her clasping twat. Her legs were still tightly entwined around his waist, pulling her entire cuntal plane into an upturned position. He could feel the cheeks of her ass moving together and apart as she humped her hips up at him. The softly rounded white mounds seemed to be grabbing at his balls, trying to pull them into the crack of her ass as though her body wasn't content with the thick rod of flesh that pummeled relentlessly at her slimy cunt.
He could feel an oozing river of cuntal secretions trickling from her pussy and seeping over the curving contours of her inner thighs and ass. The dark crevasse in which her asshole nestled securely was becoming dank and clammy from the flow of thickly viscous fluids. His testicle sac was coated with the foamy froth as it slapped resoundingly against the upturned crack. Her tits pressed anxiously against his hard muscular chest, her nipples like two hot little embers trying to burn holes through his skin.
Johnny felt his own orgasm building and knew that it wouldn't be much longer, before he pumped the little bitch full of his thick and slimy juices. The ache in his balls told him that his climax would be a big one, bringing forth a torrential river of semen – an orgasmic gusher which would fill her inexperienced little pussy to overflowing and would puddle up on the vinyl-covered mattress beneath her ass as it flowed from her steaming cunt like lava from a volcano.
"Ooohhh, God," she moaned. "I'm going to explode. Oh, I can't hold it in any more. Oooooohhh, I'm cuuummmingg!"
Her words were all that it took to drive the Black gangster over the brink. His body was coated with a glistening sheen of sweat as he rocked and rolled atop her, driving his cock forward and back in a relentless arc of triumph. Then, as the hot juices of her orgasm bathed his cock like the healing waters of some health-giving mineral spring, he felt his climax beginning.
His balls were churning like corks in a torrent of white water, pumping their load of cum juice up into his cock through the long thin tube that would carry the hot cream to the tip of his desire bloated hardon. Then his penis expanded like an elephant's trunk filling with water and preparing to spray it over everything before it.
Connie could feel the huge fleshy pole rearing back in preparation for the pumping, bursting blast of white-hot lava which would begin spewing forth any second. The waves of her orgasm were coming faster and closer together and she tightened the clasping pressure, of her thighs drawing, the muscular Black criminal against her tightly, forcing the curling hair around the base of his cock to flatten against her pubic bone, scourging her clitoral mound as he rotated his hips sensuously.
And then it began! The first spurt of semen shot from the throbbing tip of his prick spraying the back wall of her cunt with its searing heat. His cock expanded and contracted rhythmically, like a syringe filling with some precious life-giving serum before shooting it into her lust-inflamed body. She felt the rubbery tip of his prick crashing painfully against the quivering knob of her cervix and grunted in pleasure-pain with each instroke. She was rapidly approaching the peak of her second orgasm – the most fulfilling experience of her life.
Then, as their bodies writhed in harmonious unison toward the peak of their mutual climax, she felt herself slipping over the top to ride slowly and sensuously down the long descending slide of anti-climax. The warm wetness that had inundated her cunt was oozing thickly out from between its lips and running down her spasmodically tensing thighs.
She continued to move her pelvis up and down rhythmically, trying to prolong the ecstasy of the moment, to make it last forever. But nothing does. A moment later Johnny's prick, once powerful and mighty, slipped from her pussy, a flaccid tube of tender meat. A long sticky string of love cream trailed from its still-enlarged tip connecting it with the puckered lips of her cunt as Johnny heaved a sigh of satisfaction and rolled over next to her on the mattress. Hot little number, he thought. Maybe I'll keep her around for a little while.
Next to him, Connie was moaning softly, her hand running lovingly over the swell of her breasts and the taut white skin of her belly. She twined her fingers in her moistly glistening pubic hair, already beginning to stimulate herself to excitement again. For the first time in her life she got a clear glimpse of her destiny. She knew that she was forever bound to Johnny Walker, chained to him inexorably and capable of no life without him. Unless she could always know that his cock was there to torment and excite her, her life would be meaningless. She had become a slave, not only to her own desires, but to his as well.
She turned her head slowly to look at the big man's cock. Even in its relaxed state, it was huge. It lay limp, like dead halibut, its thick body rising from the hairy ocean of his curly black pubic hair and lying uselessly across his cum-streaked thigh. She reached for his prick, cupping it in her hand like a rosebud. She wanted it to get hard again so that Johnny could use it on her once more, thrilling her as he had just done. Toying lovingly with the thick collar of dark flesh that ringed the thick shaft just below the mushroom shaped head, she felt it stir slightly. Perhaps there was hope!
Sitting up quickly, Connie bent over the Black racketeer's body, bringing her face close to his stirring but still-flaccid prick. She puffed a short blast of hot breath across it and reached out experimentally with her tongue to lick gently at the dewey head, tasting the salty-sweet combination of juices, that coated the gradually thickening organ. She opened her mouth wide, taking its entire head into her mouth as she had seen the girl on stage at the Glass Onion do the night before. It no longer disgusted her to kiss and lick a man's prick. In fact she found that it was arousing her, perhaps even more than it was arousing him. Her nipples were hardening with passionate desire as she sucked more and more of the hardening member into her warm oral cavity.
She moaned softly as she ate him, the sound setting up an erotic vibration in her mouth and throat, massaging Johnny's prick like an electronic vibrator. He arched his back slightly raising his groin for her convenience. She lapped and sucked hungrily at his cock, wanting to bring it to full erection as quickly as possible so he could bury it once more in the warm wet depths of her insatiable and voracious pussy. The thick piece of black meat was hardening as its shaft became engorged with blood. She could feel the long vein which coursed along its underside throbbing erotically as the organ inflated and hardened.
Suddenly, Johnny's fingers were in her hair, pulling her mouth from his stiffening cock. "Wait a minute," he said. "There's going to be lots of time for that. But first I want to give you a little reward. You've earned it."
He sprang from the mattress, landing on the balls of his feet like some jungle panther. Then he headed for the royal blue bar in the corner of the room. "No," Connie wailed. "I don't want a drink. I want your cock."
"Oh, don't worry about that," he said, his hands working where she couldn't see them. "This isn't a drink. It's something better than that. Now roll over and close your eyes. And you shall receive a big surprise."
"Then, you will fuck me again?" she asked, a pleading note in her voice.
"Then, I'll fuck you again," he answered. "I promise." As he moved toward her, his cock swung from side to side like the pendulum of some obscene clock. Now that she was lying face down, he had a perfect view of her ass. It was magnificent – the cheeks smoothly rounded and shiny with sweat. Holding his hand behind his back he dropped to his knees on the floor next to the platform. Leaning over her, he licked one of her glistening buttocks, polishing a small area of sweaty skin with his tongue. Then, moving his head out of the way, he brought his hand from behind his back. A gleaming hypodermic syringe filled with a clear liquid glinted in the room's light as he brought it to one of her firmly rounded asscheeks.
As he jabbed the needle into the square of skin that he had just licked clean, Connie jumped. "Ow," she said. "What was that?"
"Heroin, baby," he answered. "And there's lots more where that came from. You're going to love it."