Chapter 1: Mia

 

'I can't outrun them in this heap of junk.'

'I told you not to even try,' Mia yelled angrily at the driver, her hand gripping the door handle, 'I've had enough shit from the police. I don't need this!'

'You don't need it?' the driver demanded, glaring sideways at her, 'I've got a bag of fucking smack in my pocket. D'ya think I need it?'

Mia was even more furious, 'You bastard! What are you doing? I asked if you were clean, I told you I'm trying to stay out of trouble!'

'Well, aren't you just squeaky clean these days?' he snarled, glaring at her again.

'Watch the damn road!' she shouted but it was too late. The car spun, sliding sideways across the road and slamming into a barrier at the side of the country lane. Mia was temporarily stunned, shaking her head to try and clear the lights that were dancing in front of her eyes. A blast of cold air filled the car as the driver's door was thrown open. 'Mickey?' she asked and looked up through the cracked windscreen in time to see him vault the barrier and disappear into the darkness. 'You bastard!' she yelled and undid her seatbelt. She tried to open her door and found it jammed. Cursing angrily, she climbed across to the driver's side in time for a hand to reach in and haul her out of the car. She was pushed back against the rear door and a bright torch shone in her eyes.

'Police officer, don't move.'

She couldn't see the man beyond the light but she knew immediately who it was and her heart sank.

'Well, well, well, if it isn't Mia.' He didn't lower the torch as he spoke but she knew he was smiling nastily, 'Mia - no surname, no fixed abode. Car theft is a bit of a step up from shop lifting, isn't it?'

Mia tried to swallow her fear, 'Oh, come on, Sergeant Kent, you know I wasn't driving.'

'I just pulled you out of the driver's seat.'

'Yeah - I was trying to get out. Didn't you notice that there was a passenger in the front?'

'So, you were the passenger?'

'Spot on.'

'Well then, what a shame that your client didn't hang around to corroborate your story.'

'Client?' Mia sighed angrily, 'I'm not a prostitute, Sergeant Kent.'

'What have we got here?' It was another familiar voice, PC Jameson, Kent's usual partner.

'Either a joy rider or a slapper who's trick has just legged it.'

'I told you, I'm not a prostitute.'

Kent lowered the light to run it down her body, studying her slim lines beneath the battered leather jacket, faded t-shirt and ripped jeans. He gradually moved the light back up until he could see her face and long, straight brown hair. 'Tell that to the whores you hang with.'

'Yeah,' Jameson snarled, 'if it walks like a duck, sounds like a duck and fucks like a duck, what is it?'

Mia shrugged, 'A cat?'

Kent moved fast, slapping her hard across the cheek and knocking her down to one knee. 'Care to answer that again?' he sneered as she lifted herself to her feet.

'What was the question?'

He back-handed her, knocking her to the ground. She lay there for a moment before finding the strength to lift herself to her knees. She looked up at him, 'Is this how you get your rocks off?' The look in his eyes made her instantly regret her words and she hauled herself to her feet, 'Alright, look, just give me a ticket or a summons or wha -' He knocked her down again.

'I prefer you down there.'

She stared up at him. She wanted to move, wanted to stand up and show that she wasn't afraid of him. But she couldn't - she was afraid. She could, and would, stand up to anyone on the streets and had developed a reputation for being someone who would fight to their last breath. But this - this was different. This wasn't street punks looking for an easy bit of cash or a fast fuck - she had no power here and they both knew it. She couldn't fight back and hope to win. Even if she managed to get away, Sergeant Kent would find her and it would be so much worse then. He must have seen the resignation in her eyes because he smiled and it wasn't pleasant.

'That's right,' he announced, 'you know your place.' Slowly, making sure that she was watching his every move, he unzipped his fly. She closed her eyes, turning her head slightly to the side. 'On your knees.' he ordered. She did so, opening her eyes but keeping her head turned to the side. 'Come on then,' he half laughed but there was a tone that made his laugh threatening.

Mia swallowed and then turned to face the half erect cock before her. He was stroking it between his thumb and forefinger and she could see nicotine stains on the edges of his fingers. She grimaced, she couldn't help it. He stank of sweat and cigarettes. He saw her reaction and reached down to grab a handful of her hair, twisting it in his fist and making her gasp as he pulled her head up.

'What's the matter? I'm not good enough for you?' he snarled and then pushed her away. She hit her head against the side of the car and fell sideways. Her hands and feet scrabbled at the road as she cried to get away from him but his foot pushed down on the small of her back and pushed her down, trapping her there. A distinctive sound followed and she knew what was going to happen next. It was Jameson who yanked her arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists. For the barest of moments she dared to hope that they were arresting her and that they would now be off to the station for a night in the cells. But that was too much to hope for. She was picked up and thrown into the back of the car. She didn't know how long they drove for but when she was hauled out of the car she could see that they were on some high waste ground. The lights on the motorway glowed far beneath them.

'That's right,' Kent announced as he saw her looking round, 'it's lovely and quiet up here, no one will disturb us.' He undid her cuffs, 'And, in case you're thinking of playing us up, there's a truck stop a couple of minutes from here and I just know that they'd love you.' Mia stared at him, desperate to see him bluffing but he wasn't. He would take her there and no doubt enjoy the show of a dozen truck drivers having fun with her. Such an image flashed past Mia's mind's eye and she was thankful for the darkness that covered up the flush that crept up her neck. A familiar tingling nestled in the pit of her stomach, she tried to ignore it but it abruptly grew worse when Kent suddenly said, 'Strip.'

'Sergeant Kent, please, I -'

'Jameson,' he said curtly with a sharp nod.

The constable moved in on her, grabbing the back of her jacket and yanking it down her arms, tossing it away into the shadows. He ripped the t-shirt from her - just shredded the material between his hands and threw it away without even looking where it was going. She was wearing a bra beneath and he struggled with the clasp, pulling her harshly as he struggled to undo it.

Jameson held his hand up to stop him and stared at Mia, his eyebrows raised, 'Well?'

Shivering, Mia reached up behind her to undo the bra and slipped it down her arms. Kent held his hand out and she gave it to him. He studied her tight, smooth breasts while he rolled the bra into a ball and then tossed it away.

'If you want to have something to wear when we're finished with you, I suggest that you take your jeans off.' He didn't wait to see if she agreed with him and just walked to the car and leant against it. Jameson joined him and the two policemen lit a cigarette each and then watched while she stripped out of the last of her clothes. When she was standing naked before them, Kent lifted his hand to circle his finger. Taking a deep, shaking breath, she turned full circle so that they could get a good look at her whole body.

'Again.' Kent smiled and sucked on his cigarette. She turned three more times before he told her to stop. 'Not bad,' he commented to Jameson who nodded his agreement.

'Not bad at all for a street whore,' Jameson agreed. 'Those truck drivers don't know what they're missing.'

'The night is still young and the slut might still be paying them a visit,' Kent replied as he finished his cigarette and flicked the butt away. 'Come here.'

Mia wanted to turn and run but she had no idea where she was or what was around her. Slowly, reluctantly, she approached the men. She felt patches of grass and dried mud under her feet, she flinched as sharp stones dug into the soles of her feet. Once she was standing in front of Kent he lifted both hands to pinch her nipples. She gasped in pain, closing her eyes for an instant and biting her lower lip.

'Don't worry about making a noise,' he told her, 'no one is going to hear you out here. In fact, he pinched her nipples harder, I think I'd like to hear you some more.' He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, a nasty smile creasing his lips. 'Shall we get started?'

Jameson grabbed her arm and dragged her to the car, using his weight to push her against the side. She felt the hardness of his crotch pushing into her back and the full realisation of what was about to happen hit her. She tried to push back from the car but he held her tightly and whispered in her ear, 'Truck drivers.'

The thought of how bad things could get made her head swim. She leant her cheek against the cool roof of the car and tried to steady her breathing. She was shivering uncontrollably and barely felt Jameson's hands on her sides as he slid her along the car until she was standing in the middle. She looked up as she felt something being tied around her wrist and realised that Kent had found some rope. He was leaning across the roof of the car to tie one end around her right wrist. He pulled it over to his side and through the window to loop it through the handle above the door. He then fed the rope through the driver's door and tied it securely around her other wrist before feeding it back through the window and securing it to the steering wheel. He tested the rope, nodding with satisfaction when he found it taut and her arms tightly stretched over the roof. The car was cold where her body pressed against it and increased the shivers that ran through her body. She gasped as her ankles were suddenly pulled apart and rope slipped around them. Jameson and Kent worked at the same time to secure her ankles, pulling her legs apart and keeping them wide by looping the rope around the front and back bumpers. The two men then stepped back to admire Mia who was stretched painfully across the side of the car. She was stretched so tightly that the quivers of cold and fear were now little more than ripples running along her skin. She should have known what was to come next but was perhaps too numbed by everything else to fully believe it. Kent had slipped his belt from his trousers and wrapped the buckle end around his wrist. The rest of the length of leather was delivered across the centre of her tight rump with a resounding snap that drew a shocked cry from Mia's lips. Another blow and Mia screamed as fire seared her buttocks. She managed to look over her shoulder in time to see the third blow as it found the backs of her thighs. She screamed over and over as blow after blow fell upon her smooth, virgin buttocks. The belt became like a knife slicing her flesh and driving hot needles into her skin. But even as her arse and thighs were engulfed in flame, a freezing chill ran up her spine and down her chest. It became impossible to tell one blow from another as her bruised buttocks succumbed to the wide belt. When he finally finished she sobbed with relief, only to scream again when his open palm found her buttock with a loud smack. Kent moved round to the other side of the car and leant his forearms on the roof, a cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth as he studied her tear stained face. Suddenly the belt found her buttocks again and she screamed loudly, her eyes pleading with Kent who merely smiled back as his colleague beat her mercilessly. When he finished Mia had the fleeting hope that they were finished with her but then she saw the hunger in Kent's eyes and she knew that there was more to come.

The two men untied her wrists and ankles. Once she was free she looked around for her clothes but Kent just laughed and pushed her against the car again. 'Stupid slut, you don't really think that we're finished with you yet?' He laughed again and then forced her hands behind her back, trapping her wrists into a pair of handcuffs. He yanked her away from the car and pulled the door open. He pushed her onto the back seat and then slowly unfastened his trousers. Mia tried to back up, crying out as the seat scratched her battered buttocks. Kent grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards him until her arse was on the edge. He dropped to his knees and freed his hard cock from his trousers before pushing between her legs. She cried out at the first touch of his cock against her sore pussy and struggled to get away, twisting from side to side. He dug his fingers into her thighs to keep her still as he drove himself forward, burying himself as deep as her could go. He grunted as he thrust back and forth, lowering his mouth to her breast so that he could harshly suck the smooth skin there. She cried out again and then again as he thrust forward, her hips rising up to meet him. He was as surprised by her reaction as she was and smiled down at her. 'You like that?' he asked and thrust down again, crushing her against the car seat. She cried out again but it was more than just a pained reaction. 'Well?' he demanded and thrust again.

'No!' Mia cried but the uplift of her hips told them both otherwise and he laughed before grunting again and thrusting as hard as he could. Suddenly he gripped her breasts and made her cry out as he drove forward and held himself deep inside her. He held himself there for a moment and then pulled free to tuck himself back into his trousers. He climbed to his feet and turned to Jameson, 'Your turn, mate.'

Jameson tucked his phone back into his pocket. 'Cheers,' he replied and dropped to his knees. He gripped Mia's thighs, turning her over so that she was on her front. After slapping her bruised arse a few times, he pushed forward into her semen soaked pussy. He gripped her hips painfully, pulling her back onto his cock as he thrust forward, slapping the backs of her thighs with his own. He was quicker than Kent and after just a few moments he pulled free to milk his semen over her welt striped buttocks. Mia was left quivering on the back seat while he tucked himself away, trying desperately to fight the urge to slip her hand between her thighs and finish what the men had started. She bit her lip and tried to ignore the burning arousal.

 

They left her lying on the back seat and she closed her eyes, trying to ignore the heat at her pussy.

She had no idea how much time had passed before she heard Jameson say, 'Here they are.'

She cried out as she was grabbed and dragged out of the car and forced to her knees on the harsh ground. Mia looked up in time to get a flash of headlights across her face, gasping and closing her eyes. She turned her head from the glare that remained on her as the engine died and then the sound of four doors opening and closing.

'Very fucking nice.' It was a man's voice and Mia squinted against the glare of the headlights to try and see who had spoken but all she could see was a blur of silhouettes formed by four or five people. As the men separated to move closer and study her, she was able to count five altogether and her heart sank as she saw them staring at her with that same lust-filled stare that Kent and Jameson studied her with.

After studying her, the newcomers collected in a group by their car and seemed uninterested in her for the moment - she knew that it wouldn't last but was grateful for the short reprieve.

'Harper is going to love her,' one of the men announced.

'Yeah, that's a point, Clive, where is she?' Kent asked, 'I thought she was coming.'

'She is,' Clive responded, flicking his cigarette butt away, 'she just wanted to stop by her home and pick something up.' Clive glanced over his shoulder at the sound of a car approaching, 'Speak of the devil.'

An unmarked car pulled up alongside the second police car and an attractive woman, dressed in a WPC's uniform, climbed out. She smiled at the men and moved round to the rear of the car. Mia's expected the policewoman to retrieve any of a number of torture devices from the boot but she wasn't prepared for the lithe, young woman who was hauled out. The woman was about Mia's age, nineteen or twenty, and she was gorgeous. Her long blonde hair and startling blue eyes were incredible and for a moment Mia forgot everyone else and where they were. She was dragged back to reality by the sight of the leather straps that stretched around the woman's breasts, throat, stomach and thighs. Metal studs glinted along the lengths of the straps when the woman moved beside Harper as they went round to the front of the car.

'I'm sure you all remember Kelly,' Harper said as the slave fell to her knees beside her, apparently unconcerned by the rough ground under her bare legs. 'And I brought this along for an extra bit of spice.' Mia had no idea what the woman was holding up but all the men recognised it instantly and appeared to be delighted. Kent took it from her and held it up, flicking a switch at the side and smiling as a blue spark shot across the two small points at the top. 'I've had the voltage adjusted slightly,' Harper announced.

'Why?' Kent queried as he handed it back.

'I got sick of my whore passing out every time I used it on her,' she replied and then, as if to demonstrate, she lowered her hand until the end of the taser hovered over Kelly's breasts. The slave tensed but didn't move as her Mistress flicked the voltage on and the blue spark shot across her nipple. She screamed loudly and fell backwards, sobbing. 'Of course, it still fucking hurts,' Harper laughed.

'That gives me a great idea,' Kent announced and waved for Harper to bring her slave. He approached Mia who tried to shrink away from him but he just grabbed her hair again, hauled her out and pushed her against the side window of the car. She struggled against him when she realised what he had planned for her. 'Someone give me a hand!' he yelled and Jameson wandered over with another of the men.

They pushed her up against the driver's window. She glanced sideways when she sensed someone next to her. Kelly was leaning against the rear side door, her breasts pushing against the window. If she had an idea of what was to come it didn't affect her as she stood obediently, her Mistress's hand on her shoulder. Kelly was studying Mia with a look that was a cross between pity and understanding. She was perhaps wondering how Mia had come to be here and Mia couldn't help but wonder the same thing ... about both of them. Thoughts of the slave beside her were forgotten as she felt the glass of the window sliding down. She struggled again but there was no point as her breasts were pushed through the opening. She felt Jameson's fingers pulling on her nipples and easing her soft flesh through the window. Kent's hand pushed against her back, holding her in place while the window was closed up. Mia grimaced and then cried out as the edge of the glass dug into the underside of her breasts. Her cry turned into a scream and she struggled anew but her efforts only increased her discomfort and she relaxed, sobbing softly.

'Your turn,' Harper announced and reached in front of Kelly to lift her large breasts through the open window.

'Look at the size of those beauties,' Mia heard Jameson say from inside the car as he closed the window. The slave struggled slightly at the first bite of the window and then cried out as her breasts were squeezed painfully. Once they were both held firmly, their hands were cuffed behind their backs and their legs spread. Mia felt her shin resting across Kelly's calf and she was grateful for it, taking what little comfort she could from that small contact. Kelly glanced at her, a strange look in her eyes. It was a look that was similar to the one she had seen in the men's eyes that it startled Mia to see it in the slave's expression. It was a look of pure hunger - of pure lust and need. She suddenly realised that the slave's need was as great as the men's - she needed them to abuse her. The cuffs at her wrists suddenly felt heavy and the tight squeeze of the window pinning her breasts was suddenly a heat that spread throughout her body, settling at her cunt and flaring like a contraction of warmth. She looked away from the slave, afraid to see a mirror in the slave's eyes. She heard a strange crackle, distant and muffled. She realised what it was a moment before the taser found her nipple. She screamed loudly, her pain intensified by the crush of her breasts as she struggled from side to side, her bruised flesh sawing between the glass and the window housing. The spark found her other nipple again and she screamed pitifully. She struggled as before, despite the additional discomfort that it caused her, because it was impossible not to. She heard herself screaming for mercy and the men laughing at her.