His hand traced a path across her squirming bottom stroking both her cheeks with an
almost affectionate caress. Once she had settled down onto his lap he raised his hand and
brought it down hard.
“Ouch! That hurts.” She cried out in surprise.
“Idiot! What did you expect? It’s supposed to hurt.” The annoyed Inspector snarled.
Inspector Jenkins didn’t stop slapping her. He scolded and lectured her as he
spanked her squirming bottom. His left arm held her waist pinned, bent over his knees
while he smacked away enthusiastically with his right hand.
At first her hips bucked and bounced while her dangling feet jerked about and her
head shook wildly back and forth. She could feel him growing hard underneath her as she
bounced against his lap. His hand struck harder and faster until she was screaming and
sobbing hysterically. As the pain grew more intense than she could bear, Jenny suddenly
gave up completely. She stopped struggling. Now when she bounced on his lap it was only
from the force of his blows. All the fight and anger simply slipped away from her,
replaced by unbearable pain and a rush of shame. He gave her a few more swats as he
relished this newest form of surrender. Finally he released her. He pushed her forward,
letting her roll off his lap and down onto her knees in front of him. When she opened her
eyes he was standing inches from her. His pants were down and he was fully exposed. His
throbbing erection bobbed in front of her nearly drooling against her cheek. He waited
impatiently for her lips to open so she could express the gratitude he was so eagerly
anticipating.
She gingerly brought her tongue to bear on his pulsing erection but he wasn’t
interested in fancy foreplay. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair from behind her ears and
pulled her head closer. When her mouth gasped open he roughly plunged into it. She gagged
and gulped while he heedlessly jammed himself into her mouth. He smiled wickedly when
those big brown eyes of hers looked up at him, silently pleading, while his thick cock
slid in and out of her mouth. Her pain and humiliation excited him further. His tempo
increased and he was jamming himself into her at a frantic pace. Jenny had ceased being a
person to him; she’d become nothing more than a warm moist hole gripped between his hands
for his own sexual gratification.
Fortunately for Jenny, the spanking and her further humiliation excited the
Inspector to the point where he came with a few dozen hard thrusts. She swallowed
desperately but couldn’t keep up with it all; still, she managed to avoid choking on the
excess.
“That wasn’t so bad.” She thought bitterly. Her throat was raw and his salty semen
dribbled down her chin.
“Well that was pleasant.” The Inspector stated blandly, stroking the hair of the
kneeling woman. Jenny shuddered at his touch. She knew she would have to do the same thing
for the other two men in the room. She wasn’t a racist but she’d never done that (or
anything else sexual) with a black man. She began to wonder just how difficult this was
going to be. What Keith would think of her when he found out what she had been forced to
do?
“Sergeant Fuller, do you think that punishment will suffice to exonerate the young
lady?” Inspector Jenkins asked absently.
The arrogant tone of the officer’s question sent a shiver through Jenny. She quickly
realized the two men had only begun to amuse themselves at her expense. Jenkin’s
subordinate remained silent for a moment as if he were actually mulling over the question.
Jenny braced herself for the answer she was sure both men already knew.
“No Sir,” the sergeant answered, “the law would be callin’ for forty lashes with de
Tambran switch.” The sergeant responded. “We could do her in de morning first thing.”
The Inspector considered sergeant’s the words as if it was his subordinate’s
insistence that was forcing him to forgo his own natural benevolence. Jenny wasn’t fooled.
She had no doubt about his truly sadistic nature. Her stomach twisted in dread at the
thought of forty lashes with anything.
“Are you quite sure Sergeant? Forty lashes with the switch can be quite painful and
it inflicts considerable damage. I’d hate to see her scarred for life,” he said, though
his cheerful grin showed no such concern.
Jenkins was bending over her now, his smooth hands stroking down along her back. She
trembled at the very closeness of this despicable man. His hand lingered, brushing across
the tops of her buttocks savouring the warmth the spanking had generated. A finger trailed
down the crevice between her cheeks and her hips squirmed in agitation.
“I kin be gentul Sir. When I be done with her she not even be bleedin’,” the
sergeant said. His eyes locked on her squirming form as he spoke with calm assurance.
“I’m quite sure you’re correct. I’m just saying it would be a real shame to
permanently injure her. We only want to give her a lesson she’ll remember. Is that quite
clear?”
“Yes Sir, I be real gentul, you be seein’. In a week de lady’s skin, she be fine as
silk.”
The Inspector looked pensively at her and said, “I’m sure the lady will have no
objections. I will see her on the quadrangle ready for punishment at sunrise tomorrow.”
Almost as an after thought he nodded to her and added.
“Will that be a problem Miss?”
The Inspector had put the question to her.
They were the first words he’d actually addressed to her since he’d emptied himself
down her raw and ravaged throat. She wanted to spit at him. What she had thought to be a
done deal had become just a preview for the very real punishment they had in mind. How
could she trust any of them to keep their word? How did she know it would be over
tomorrow? She was scared; no, she was terrified. She had no idea what a Tambram switch
might be, or what it might do to her. More than anything she wanted to plead for mercy, to
beg for some other, lesser punishment, but clearly the only alternative being offered was
prison.
Even as she hesitated, she knew this was a new twist in their cruel plan. They were
forcing her to agree to her own punishment, forcing her to admit they were doing her a
favour by physically punishing her. She had no choice but to go along. They were all
looking at her, waiting for her answer. A dense numbness descended over her mind. The
Inspector was growing impatient.
“See here young lady, the sergeant has promised to be quite gentle with you, a light
scourging with a switch. Just a mere formality really, then we can all put this nasty
business behind us and you can be on your way.”
Jenny eyed the man warily. Everything she knew about him screamed at her not to trust
him, and she didn’t. But what real choice did she have? There was no point in trying his
patience. Her aching jaw moved but it took a moment for sound to work its way through her
bruised throat.
“If that’s what you want.” She croaked miserably, her words, barely a whisper,
sealed her fate. It was exactly what they were hoping for.
“All right then, that’s settled. Gentlemen, I think that you should keep Ms. Jenny
over at the barracks this evening. That way we won’t need to process her into the system
officially and she’ll be available bright and early in the morning. Then we can get this
nasty affair over with first thing.”
Inspector Jenkins waved a dismissive hand at the two guards. He completely ignored
Jenny who still knelt cowering at his feet. The Inspector rose and carried his chair back
around the table to it’s proper spot. He then collected the manila envelope containing her
personal belongings and the drugs that were still on the table. With a nod to his men he
left the room.
The two black men pulled Jenny to her feet, and dragged her forward. They bent her
over the table and she braced herself for what she knew was bound to happen now. With
practiced ease her hands were gathered together, pressed against the small of her back,
and she felt cold metal handcuffs close around her wrists. The sergeant pressed down on
her back holding her in place and her breasts were flattened most uncomfortably against
the cold hard table.
She could still twist her head and so she was able to watch as the other constable,
Corporal Jacob, rummaged through the garbage bag and retrieved a large scrap of cloth from
the remains of her blouse. He folded the scrap over on itself twice then approached her
with the long strip of folded cloth. The sergeant roughly grabbed her hair and jerked her
head up off the table with his free hand. The corporal tied the cloth around her head
making an efficient blindfold.
Jenny was surprised when they didn’t rape her then and there. She was yanked upright
and shoved out into the hallway. At least one of them maintained a firm grip on her elbows
at all times. The man who had used his belt on her ordered Jacob, the corporal, to hold
her next to the open door while he went to retrieve a vehicle. When the Land Rover pulled
up close to the door, Jenny, still naked, was quickly forced into the back seat. The
corporal jumped in beside her and pushed her down onto the floor. The ride didn’t take
long less than ten minutes. Jenny was blubbering like a frightened child by the time they
arrived at the police barracks.
Again she was pulled from the vehicle, naked, and stumbled as she was dragged across
a rough stone surface. The two men marched her between them each with a hand on one of her
elbows. After a few steps a voice she thought might be the sergeant’s said.
“Not over there mon, We bringing her to deh mess hall” and the three of them altered
direction slightly.
She was intensely aware that she was naked. She was outside, blindfolded, and might
be exposed to who knew how many other people. The night was warm but she shivered. Jenny’s
mind was bouncing between numb shock and sheer terror. She began to plead, crying out as
she tried to dig her heels into the ground. She only succeeded in scraping the soles of
her feet on the sharp rocks. It didn’t slow them down. The two men continued to drag her
forward. When she started to scream in panic a huge hand grasped her throat, almost
lifting her off her feet.
“You be quiet now woman. I don’t wants ta be hurting ya. Least not ta night no how.”
She struggled in his grip for a moment barely able to draw a breath. The futility of
her struggles quickly became obvious and her body slackened. He set her down. When they
resumed their march she shuffled along between the two men. They went up three steps
through a door and once more she found herself bent across the width of another cold,
hard, table.
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