Karen Gillan's Long Ride Home (DeRe & celebstars)

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Icy rain beat hard on the late-night London streets. A lonely cab, as black and shiny as the wet roads, made its way through the neon emptiness. At the wheel sat Anshul, an archetypal 50-something Indian cabbie, whose current mood matched the grim weather. He was a bug-eyed and awkward man, with a thick salt-and-pepper-mustache, and a waxed comb-over.

Ten years ago he had been chief of police of a large city near Kolkata. But then a scandal surrounding his "special interrogations" of pretty female university students saw him sacked in disgrace. He fled to the UK and found work with a distant cousin's cab firm. The indignity of it shamed him, and London itself shocked him. He hardly knew the city or the language, using rudeness and blind anger to get his way.

It had been a long night with no fare. Anshul's thoughts had turned to picking up a prostitute, although one from an area where he hadn't been banned. After landing several girls in A&E he was known to all the hookers. He was in the mind to find some cheap white trash bitch, get a bj, then beat her up and leave her in the middle of nowhere. It always cheered him up to do that,

Normally a Saturday night would see a lot of business roll in. But the terrible conditions saw even hardened Londoners staying at home. Anshul decided to cut through the Garden and the club district once again, hoping finding some group of drunk rich idiots whose money could redeem the night's work. He hated the loutish, racist fools but found them very easy to rob and it would only take one such fare to break even.

Suddenly a figure loomed in the headlights, waving from the pavement. All Anshul could tell was that she was female - a promising start, anyway, he though. He pulled the cab up alongside...

 

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That figure was a drunken woman who was clearly struggling to stand on her own two feet. Her black, leather, knee high boots were tough to walk around in, especially when sober so with the added equation of being drunk, it was no surprise she was stumbling. A foot fell in to the road as the cab driver pulled over, a yelp leaving the woman's mouth as she felt like she would tumble to the ground. Placing a pale hand on to the car door, the red head peered through the passenger window and asked the driver if he could take her to Ridgewell Street. Before she could get an answer, the woman opened the back door and fell on to the back seat, pulling herself up and then closing the door behind her.

With the club leaving her view, the woman patted herself down, trying to find an object in the two pockets that occupied her black leather jacket. Placing a hand in each one, the redhead pulled her phone out and tried ringing a friend to let her know she had left. "Oh no!" an upsetting, Scottish voice said, seeing there was no service. The weather was very bad, interrupting many communications through the city.

The woman who was in in this cabbie's vehicle was an actress, she had been on TV for a while now and had appeared in the series Doctor Who. After leaving the show, she was still recognised very well, after all, people never forget a gorgeous looking woman.

Karen placed her phone on the backseat, using her hands whilst leaning forward to scratch her thighs. The pale skin bare and visible due to a leather miniskirt she was wearing, the colour also black. It would seem all of her clothes were black, including her bra and thong, but her t-shirt was different, it was white, and had a graffiti type design on it, splashes of red all over it.

Resting her head on the window, Karen's long red hair fell down to her upper back, below the shoulder. Her eyes closed as she was falling asleep due to tiredness and drink. She couldn't wait to get home and sleep in her bed. As the journey continued and they got further and further away from the club, Karen placed a hand around her searching for her bag. It started to panic, moving faster trying to seek out her item. "My...bag...my money...I haven't got it...." she blurted out.

 

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At last, a fare, though Anshul with a kind of angry relief as he pulled alongside. A smell of damp hair and alcohol filled the car as the drunk girl collapsed into it. Following her request Anshul began driving out east. His eyes repeatedly flashed up to the rear-view mirror to ogle her. She was stunning, one of the hottest women he'd ever seen. For a few drooling moments he savored the sight of her pale bare legs and red hair, while she slumped about obliviously in the back seat. She was dressed like a hooker and flashing an ample amount of pure, ivory flesh.

She seemed familiar to him somehow. But having no TV or active interest in pop culture there was no way he could really know - or care - who she was. As far as he was concerned, she was another hot drunk slapper passing out in his cab. All going well he would be able to snap a few pics of her when she was unconscious. That dress seemed short enough to give him some nice panty shots. It was a tame pleasure but the only one he could risk, without her waking up and fighting him off. They were way out in the industrial belt, in a gloomy and isolated area, and he just had to wait for her to nod off.

It was then he noticed her getting frantic. Even with her Scots brogue, which was nearly incomprehensible to him, he clearly heard her blurt out that she had no cash. Anshul believed in no god or gods, but he quickly issued a silent an profound prayer of thanks to luck.

He pulled the cab over suddenly into the parking lot of a disused garage. They were a long way from anywhere, with graffiti-marked rubble the only thing breaking the weedy landscape. Turning around to Karen with with a rage, and began to rant:

"You silly girl! Silly drunk! You got no money, eh? How you think you pay me? Me with five kids? Silly fucking girl! You going to do a runner? You try it out here, eh?"

With his bug-eyes blazing and mustache flaring, this usually got his victims crying, and Karen was no exception. She broke down badly, heaving and sobbing. After taking a few moments to drink in the sight, Anshul spoke again in a quiet a softer voice. It was no less chilling for it.

"You think your pretty face lets you get away with anything, eh?" he cooed. "You pretty girl alright, real pretty. Maybe that does help, eh?" He giggled lecherously. "Maybe, you give Anshul a kiss, Anshul lets you have the trip, yes?"

Leering at her with what he supposed to be charm, the creepy cabbie smiled with cracked grin of yellow teeth. "One kiss, yes? Cover all debts."

 

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"We have to go back....we have to...." she moaned and cried. Karen got emotional, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. Mascara staining the skin on her face as it smudged as well as the skin on her hands. Tears fell down her cute cheeks, dropping on to her skirt and legs as she saw the car pull in to a garage that seemed to be abandoned. It then came to Karen's notice that they were out of the city. Looking out of the glass window, she saw weeds shooting up from the concrete leaving cracks behind. The garage's windows had been boarded up, with the added graffiti on top, not as stylish as Karen's shirt though.

Placing a hand on the door, the redhead tried to push it open but the child lock was on, meaning she was trapped. Now placing another hand on top of the other, she tried yanking the handle but it was no use. Her eyes looked up to the driver's seat in front of her, seeing the man look over his shoulder, she heard him offer her a bargain in exchange for a free ride. "What? No!" Her face frowned. It then cringed as she saw his yellow teeth brightly in the dim light. The only light there was came from lamp a which flickered due to a technical failure.

As Karen heard the engine running, she didn't know what was going to happen.

 

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Anshul killed the cab engine. The only sounds now in the dimly lit car were the beating rain and Karen's whimpers. Covertly he adjusted the central locking, leaving his door and the passenger door on his side open. The drunk, dizzy bimbo hadn't thought to try the one opposite her. As she sat there sobbing he took in the sight of her face, smeared with tears and makeup. That made him extremely hard.

He was all set to run around to the backseat when she said "no". The almost casual dismissal angered him more than anything. Who did this impudent ginger bitch think she was, he thought wrathfully. "You don't say that to me, bitch! You don't say that to Anshul!" He flung his door open, leaping out and slamming it shut. Disappearing out into the rain for a moment he suddenly lunged in through the passenger door, climbing onto the desk seat panting with rage. He and Karen were now side-by-side.

The roomy interior of the cab's black seat was now a prison for the pretty actress. As she gazed in horror Anshul whipped off his thin leather belt. He intended to tie her wrists to the hand grip above the door and angrily grabbed for her hands. "Now girl, the price just went up a lot! Give me your fucking hands! Don't fight, I will hurt you bad. You won't be so much without that face eh?"

 

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Karen looked on as the overweight man opened the door and went in to the rain. His figure turned to a blur through the window, which had water running down it. The shadow walked around the car before entering the opposite door and slipping on to the back seat. A little puddle of water formed from the shoes as the seat soaked up any moisture from his clothes. The actress squirmed, retreating with her back to the door, her head shaking as she witnessed his belt being taken off. Frantically waving her hands about, the redhead turned her back on the man, trying to yank the door open again. It was no use, she was trapped, and was surely going to face the horrible nightmare.

Looking over her shoulder, there was only one way out, and that was to try and get past him. Maybe she could hit him, giving her enough time to get out. With a forward momentum, Karen reached a fist out to only one part she knew a man would hate, his testicles. After hitting him with as much force as she could, she jumped forward, pulling the door handle and poking her head outside. Rain poured on to her head, soaking up her red locks, making her hair frizzy. Her hands fell on to the wet concrete floor but her legs were still on top of him, still in his grasp.

Being drunk didn't help her at all. Where she thought she punched was completely different to where she actually hit him. All Karen did was give the man a dead leg.

 

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Watching the terrified girl squirm and struggle was intoxicating to the enraged Anshul. The sadistic torturer he had once been was again boiling to the surface after years of suppression. When she turned around in a futile attempt to flee, he lunged in to try and grab and bind her slender wrists. However the feisty Scots bitch had plenty of fight in her it seemed. She threw a wild punch and attempt to clamber over him to escape. But the punch just struck Anshul's thigh, and although Karen got the door open she was now stuck right on his lap. He could feel his rock-hard cock pressing against her tight midriff - and he knew she could too.

Growling like an animal took a hold of her belt with one hand, pulling down the skirt slightly and exposing a hint of lacy thong. He then leaned across and grabbed the swinging door, slamming it firmly but not too hard on Karen's head. He wanted to daze her, not cut or KO her. She yelped as the door thudded. He took a fistful of her damp red locks with his free hand and yanked her head back roughly to ensure there was no major damage - only a bruise on the cheekbone. With belt in one hand and hair in the other he pulled her back into the cab and threw her on the ground at his feet.

He shut the car door quickly and crouched down on her back, pinning her face-first to the floor of the cab. Pulling her jacket down by the shoulders and holding her arms tight, he was then easily able to secure her wrists with his thin leather belt. Literally drooling in anticipation, he rolled her over so that he was now sitting on her stomach.

 

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"Noo!" her drunken Scottish voice said, looking over her shoulder to see him pulling at her skirt, exposing her black thong and pale ass cheeks. Before any other thought could come to her mind, a whack fell upon her head, hitting her cheekbone and smashing it, making her feel dazed. Karen didn't know it but it was the car door that did the damage to her. Her eyes rolled up and closed, flickering as she felt disorientated and dizzy. Her head fell between her arms as she yelped in pain. More was to come, as her hair was pulled on roughly, straining the roots to their limit.

Karen's hands left the concrete outside as she was pulled back inwards and thrown to the floor inside the vehicle. A bruise had appeared already on the side of her face as swelling began to take form. Hearing a loud noise, which was the cab door shutting, she felt his weight on her, pinning her face to the floor, her mouth now kissing the dirt. Her red lipstick was smudging like her mascara, making a total mess of her.

Being dazed, Karen was finding it hard to fight, and realised he was taking her leather jacket off, then securing her wrists together with his belt behind her back. Sobbing on the floor, she rolled over, looking at the roof from the inside.

 

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Anshul tried to catch his heaving, ragged breaths. Got the bitch now, he thought. He stared down at her face, smeared like a clown with lipstick, tears and mascara. The slutty effect was immensely thrilling to him. He squeezed her chin between her fingers, puckering her bright ruby lips, and sneered at her.

"You just had to give me a kiss, eh? And it would be over? Bet you sorry now, you fucking tart." He stuck his mouth on hers, plunging his tongue invasively into her. She tasted of booze, he reeked of tobacco. It had been years since he'd kissed a woman and delighted in every moment of her cool wet mouth. Karen's muffled cries and screams just heightened the pleasure. With a groan of satisfaction he the broke the kiss and let her fall back down.

He took the collar of her t-shirt with both hands and tore it clean off her. Her limp body lurched as it was ripped off. In the stark glow of the interior light her ivory flesh was rendered even whiter. Fashioning a crude gag out of the rags he then stuffed it into Karen's mouth.

Anshul gazed at her pert, perky and round breasts, encased in a racy lace bra. "Dirty tart..." he burbled to himself, "dirty...fucking...whore..." Placing one hand firmly around her delicate throat, her yanked off the bra as her round boobs bounced free.

Eagerly he began slapping, licking and biting her firm little tits. He pinched and pulled her bright pink, puffy nipples. Racing his tongue along the light field of freckles on her chest, he crushed and mauled her boobs until they were red and bruised. Occasionally he would take in a good look of the utter horror on Karen's face.

Unable to hold himself much longer, he grabbed her hair and belt again and pulled her up onto the backseat, rolling her over facedown again. "Now, for the main course!" He gurgled, and began struggling to pull off her tight leather miniskirt.

 

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His breath was horrible. It smelt of tobacco and that was something Karen hated. The alcohol she had consumed did nothing to overpower the taste of his tongue, meaning she had to live through the ordeal of him kissing her against her will and tasting the disgusting flavour he carried inside of his mouth. A deep frown came over her when he lifted her, letting her mouth be free. The taste stained her mouth, and it would for hours sadly for her. Being on her back, her hands were crushed against the floor whilst her chest was upwards and facing him.

Karen's white designer shirt was torn to pieces by him, which was show of strength to her, meaning he could do much worse things like he did with the car door. That bruise was still swelling, puffing up her cheek and turning to a variety of colours including purple, brown and yellow. After her shirt was torn, her pale white body showed, along with her black bra which held her breasts in place. "Get off me" the redhead said in a low and dazed voice, still feeling dizzy from before. A piece of shirt that was ripped was stuffed in her mouth, stopping her from saying anything else.

Once the bra was off, and Karen's perky breasts were showing, she felt him lick and bite her nipples, causing a little pain, but it was nothing compared to when he slapped them hard. Her eyes watered, falling down her cheeks like the rain did against the window of the taxi. Karen's breasts were sore and red now, a different contrast in colour to her pale body. Another sharp pain came over her when he pulled on her red locks, lifting her up to the back seat and on to her tummy. Her face now sat on the wet patch that had absorbed the water from his clothes when he got in earlier. Being tall, Karen couldn't lay flat across, her leg came off at the side as her skirt was next to be taken off.

 

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With Karen sprawled on the back seat, Anshul maneuvered himself behind her, tugging at her skirt. The impeccable curves of her arse were clearly defined by the tight black leather. With her thighs spread clumsily over the seat it was too awkward to get the skirt down over her legs. So with a furious grunt he tore it apart at the stitching, filling the cab with the sound of ripping leather. Throwing the wrecked dress aside he now admired the twin pale moons of her arse, and the slutty lace thong she was wearing. Her white flesh shone in the sick light, red hair lying messily across her slim shoulders, her smooth back now marked from the leather bonds.

He took a firm hold of her wet ginger locks with one hand, pulling her head back hard so she was staring at his reflection in the window. With other he began to slap her arse with hard, rhythmic blows. He marveled at its rock-hard firmness. Soon vicious red welts began to appear on her smooth ivory buttcheeks. They turned a bright ruddy pink beneath the cruel and constant smacks. Anshul loved the little muffled sounds she made, all the agonized yelps and terrified pleas, as he made her suffer.

After a few minutes of that he finally halted his blows to tear off her tiny thong. . Karen was now left naked save for her knee-high boots. Anshul was almost dazed at the sight of her little pink pussy and arsehole, both now completely exposed to him. He let her head go and drop down on the seat again, then took a moment to undo and remove his trousers, knowing from experience that the time just before the rape would be the worst torture for her. Spitting on the small pink oyster of her pussy to lube it up, he then forced two fingers painfully deep inside it. Another finger, with a sharpened nail, he inserted slowly into her arsehole. The former he rammed hard and fast, stretching the tight velvet snatch more than ever before. The latter's slow deep strokes were to open up the virgin hole to his 10" cock, which now hung iron-hard and expectant.

"Pussy or arse, bitch?" He spat. "Tell me, 'put it in pussy!' or 'put it in arse!' or I slap you again!"

 

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A gasp left her mouth, a light sound which couldn't be heard due to part of her shirt being stuck in her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Karen didn't like the sound of her skirt being torn from her body, exposing her cheeks in the process. As her thoughts ran wild, her hair was picked up, a fistful in his hand which made her look at him in the reflection of the window. Seeing his spare hand raise above his head, it came down like thunder on to her skin, pelting it with his palm, causing the flesh to ripple. A stinging sensation caused the pain, making her moan in discomfort. Another tear ran down her face as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her ass would be continuously beat over and over until it was red and sore.

When he was finished, another tearing sound followed, this time it was her thong, exposing her pussy and asshole. Squinting her face, she knew what he was going to do and wished he would get it over and done with. Feeling him spit on her pussy made her feel degraded, like she was nothing. Another moan left her lips through the cotton shirt as he pushed two fingers inside of her, whilst the sharp nail on his finger felt like it was cutting her asshole.

Karen's hands held on to the belt, her black painted nails digging in to the leather to try and cope with the ordeal she was having. She couldn't answer his question on whether she wanted it in her pussy or ass, she didn't want either.

 

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Anshul listened to Karen's muffled moans and cries with great satisfaction. He knew exactly how to make it hurt, and she was definitely suffering, Prolonging every little moment of her agony was the biggest thrill. Thrusting his rough fingers furiously in both of her holes he worked her body like an instrument of pain.

"Oh you want me to choose them, eh?" he sneered. "Well, arsehole it is! I can tell you never had it there before, little bitch! Anshul will be the first in your arse!"

He took a fistful of her hair in one hand, curling it around his hand for better grip. He rested the other on the small of her sweat-soaked back. Then, throwing his full strength beneath it, and began to push his long cock slow and hard into Karen's virgin arsehole. He pulled hard on her hair for leverage, pressing all his weight down on his other hand. Anshul had to strain with everything he had, resting his foot against the floor and thrusting so hard he felt her tear inside. The inhuman shrieks she was making were barely muffled by the gag. He felt her try to squeeze her stomach muscles and arse to force him out - but it only made the penetration more pleasurable for him and painful for her.

Once he had pushed in right to the hilt, he began to pump her like a piston with short hard thrusts. He took his hand from her back and began to slap her reddened arse again, yanking her hair in time with the blows. "Yes! YES!" he bellowed like a rutting beast. Leaning in close bedside his ear, he whispered "This is best fuck of my life, and I've not even had your pussy yet!" He laughed, then the laughs lapsed into grunts of pleasure as he felt himself climbing to orgasm.

 

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Karen was terrified and clearly unhappy with her holes being mistreated by him. The redhead had never had anything in her ass before and she could see why, it was horrible. When he pulled his fingers out of he insides, she felt relief but sadly it wasn't for to long. Laying on the seats chest down, she cried in to the fabric staining it with her makeup before he grabbed a fistful of hair again and pulled her head up. "Ughhh!" she moaned, seeing his reflection again. His face seemed to be looking down at her ass which was brought up towards his groin, making her knees support it upright.

Feeling a long slithering meat slide its way down her asshole, Karen shrieked and gasped as it stretched open. Pain filled her emotions as she cried seeing him raise another hand and spank her. Just like before, her skin rippled and turned red due to his power. The woman's teeth clenched tightly down on the shirt in her mouth, her nails digging ever deeper in to the leather belt, trying to ride out the pain, but it was no use.

His whole body weight fell upon her as he leant over to her ear, telling her about the fuck. Looking in to his eyes in the window reflection, Karen was scared and frightened as well as gasping in pain due to his cock in her ass.

 

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The bleak light of the cab highlighted the vivid contrast of black-on-white flesh. Perspiration ran from the heaving Anshul as he pounded Karen into the seat. The sensation of penetrating her arse was incredible. Lying down on top of the shrieking girl he could feel her writhing as pain racked through her, and it made his pleasure all the greater. He stared back at her reflection in the rain streaked window, reveling in the sight of utter terror on her tear- and makeup-smeared face.

When his hand grew sore and tired from spanking her reddened arse, he instead reached around and grabbed her throat tightly while still yanking her hair hard. He slowly crushed and squeezed and her delicate white neck, painfully strangling her. Her arse muscles began to clench harder and his groans of ecstasy grew louder.

Both were by now utterly sweated-soaked, their bodies writhing together. Thick condensation covered the cab windows and the heat inside soared. Anshul's grunts and curses, with Karen's screams and sobs, drowned out the steady beat of rain on the roof. As his deep, cruel thrusts grew faster, he alternately throttled Karen or pulled her flame coloured hair so hard her scalp was bleeding. As he finally began to cum the noises she was making were barely human. Then with a series of final savage pushes that left her in a blind agony, Anshul finally came long and loud. He slumped down on the quivering Karen, gurgling in delight.

 

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Crying in to the improvised gag, Karen felt him pound her asshole with his cock, his skin hitting hers making a slapping noise as the cab filled up with hot sweat and condensation. The temperature of the vehicle was raising steadily, causing both of them to sweat despite the cold conditions outside. With her chin pointing upwards because her hair was being pulled, Karen saw his hand come around and take a grasp of her throat, squeezing it hard and causing her breathing to struggle. Her hands tied behind her back were shaking violently trying to get him to stop. Her pupils raised upwards underneath her eye lids, making her close to passing out completely, which she wouldn't of been to sad about.

A sharp pain came across her head, causing her eyes to awaken as her hair was pulled on so hard it caused her to bleed a little. She was surprised she could still cry, having the feeling she had used up all of her tears due to the experience so far.

Judging by his grunts and groans, his breathing getting heavier, Karen knew he was close and it wasn't to long before she felt him cum in to her asshole before resting on top of her. Thankfully he kept a shirt on, otherwise she would have felt his sweat dripping all over her back. With his cock still lodged in to her hole as she lay resting, Karen closed her eyes trying to picture a happy memory rather than this nightmare.

 

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Lost in a post-coital haze Anshul buried his face into Karen's damp hair. He breathed in the mingled scent of her perfume and sweat. Turning her head to the side and began licking her face slowly, like a drooling dog. "You liked that, yes?" he cooed into her ear. "You make a lot of nice noises, Scotty bitch. Better than your boyfriend, eh?" Slowly he pulled out, hold her hips firmly. Despite the powerful orgasm just before he was still rock hard, utterly excited by Karen's heaving, tight little body lying helpless before him.

Still swimming in a daze, he began to slowly but firmly finger Karen's pussy again. He stretched and prodded painfully, preparing her for another pounding. The slow velvet folds of her cunt yielded easily to his cruel fingers. Chortling to himself he began taunting Karen again, while softly stroking her hair.

"Now I have your little pussy, yes? Good and tight. When we finish we'll go home, I put you in my basement, you be Anshul's slave, yes?" He fingered her harder and deeper as he prepared to take her once more. "Bitch, I will have you fucking goats. You will serve me in all ways. You regret day your slut Scotty mother birthed you!"

Lost in his vainglorious reverie, Anshul was paying no attention to the world outside the suffocating heat of the cab. He didn't see the police car patrolling at a distance, or how it began to approach through the gloom. The rain had lessened from a downpour to showers, but it was enough to hide the soft hum of the police car's engine or the thud of its doors closing. Cautiously, both cops approached in cab, floating like a little island in the night. It hardly took a detective to tell what was going on inside. Flanking either side of the back seat, one of them rapped the window with is torch and shouted "Police!"

 

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Karen was disgusting with his body all over hers, making a victim of it and using it to his will. Listening to him talk and go on about being his slave and fucking his goats sounded horrific and something she would never want to do. When he pulled out of her ass, the pain turned to relief almost as her gaping asshole tried closing to its original state but failing miserably. Her lips just below were being fondled by his fingers which were blasting her insides again furiously. Crying still, Karen could only hope someone would drive by and do something to help her, and just on time, someone did. Lifting her bruised face up, she saw a flash light beam down on to her with the added sound of "Police!" Thank god she thought, resting her head back on to the seat and thinking it was over.

When both back doors opened, Karen was reminded of the chilly air which filled the cab instantly. The sweat she carried seemed to have disappeared as the cold swept over her pale body. The officers would have seen her red ass beaten with force as well as her bruise on her face which was travelling up to her eye, causing blood shot. Cum was leaking out of her ass, slithering down on to her pussy lips as she felt the cab driver's weight lift up off of her.

 

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"Well, well, well, what's this seedy little carry-on eh?" said the younger of the cops, the blond and creepily boyish Holt. He shined his torch right in Karen's eyes before running it up and down her stark white body. Nice little arse on that, he thought to himself as he admired the red, abused mounds just below her bound hands. "Looks pretty kinky, I'll say!"

The other cop - the older and taciturn Baker - grabbed Anshul by his shirt collar and pulled him out into the cold. "What's this, you filthy fucking currymuncher? Having some fun with a nice piece of white meat? I should split your fucking head open". He glowered at the cowering and shocked Anshul, now considerably deflated from the bully of before.

"Honest boss, she's just a tart!" the terrified cabbie spluttered. "Just a fifty-quid fuck! No big deal! Here!" He fumbled over a wad of notes from his pocket to Baker. "Just fun, eh? You take my little fine and I'll go?"

Holt holstered his torch and grabbed Karen by her shoulders, pulling her out of the cab and lifting her unsteadily onto her feet. The icy rain ran in rivulets over her naked body. Holding her from behind, Holt reached around and began squeezing and mauling her already sore tits. "Nice little rack here, you dirty whore. Spreading your legs for a currymuncher? My boy and I don't like girls who do that, and we're going to punish you for it." He chuckled a little. "I like that gag, should get one for my bitch wife at home!"

After getting a clout round the ears and a knee in his aching groin from Baker, Anshul painfully but urgently got into the drivers seat. He was thanking his lucky stars to escape so easily. Driving off into the rain, he looked at the cops closing on Karen in the glow of their car's headlights in his rear view mirror. He had her jacket, torn underwear - and cellphone. There'll be another time, he thought to himself.

"Now then," said Baker in an ominous voice as he stood before Karen. "This nasty little race traitor is getting what's coming to her." He grabbed the bunched gag from her mouth and pulled it out. "Anything to say for yourself, slut?"

 

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Most of it was a blur to the actress who was close to passing out at any time due to her ordeal. She could hear people talk but she couldn't make out what they were saying. Suddenly, to hands grabbed her from the shoulders and pulled her outside, soaking her body in the rain. Karen couldn't hold her own weight and was heavily relying on the cop to hold her so she wouldn't fall. Marks were visible on her neck now where he was strangling her, showing the cops how much she had been through. Her head swayed on her shoulders from side to side, still clearly dizzy from the whack on the face from the car door.

The gag that had been forced in to her mouth was ripped out from her hole as the cop asked if she had anything to say. "R...r...rape" Karen tried saying, her wrists still tied and bound by the belt. As the rain showered over her head, making her hair frizzy and her body cold, the actress was totally dependant on these two men now, hoping they would take her to the hospital to get checked out.

 

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Baker admired Karen's lithe body as she shivered terribly. Her obvious discomfort was a great turn-on for him. He and Holt regularly patrolled the back streets looking for lone women to prey on and tonight seemed a particular treat. As she tried to speak he strained to hear, laughingly mockingly when he made out the word 'rape'.

"The bitch is crying rape! Lying little whore, you'll spread for anyone I bet. All you firecrotches are sluts. You just love it rough from dirty old creepers and say 'rape' when you get busted". He slapped her hard across the face, stinging the cut on her cheek. "Wake up, you dopey bitch! You gotta be awake for this - you gotta feel what we do to you."

He nodded at Holt, who hooked one arm around Karen's neck in a rough headlock and the other across her tits. Baker then kicked her trembling legs apart and drew out his nightstick. Seizing the grip firmly he inserted fast, hard and deep right into Karen's tiny pussy. "You like it big and black? Take THAT in the twat, you slut" he growled as he worked the stick furiously inside her. He could feel something break inside her as he pushed harder and harder.

After a few minutes of this Holt scowled. "I'm gettin' fucking soaked here! Get her in the car!" Grudgingly Baker pulled his stick out and they dragged the limp redhead over to their car, throwing her into the backseat like a sack of rubbish. Holt roughly removed her leather binds only to replace them with cold steel handcuffs that were far tighter and much more painful. With Baker in front and he behind, both men began to frantically remove their pants.

 

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Karen heard the man talking and didn't like the sound of it. She thought she was going to be rescued but obviously not. These cops weren't the real deal and obviously hid behind their uniform, thinking they could take the law in to their own hands. The red haired woman was leaning on his shoulder, supported by his arm around her naked waist until the other officer came over and got her in to a nasty headlock. Feeling her legs kicked apart, Karen fell to the floor and on to her knees. Her skin was a little grazed but it could have been worse if her leather knee high boots weren't on.

With what she had gone through this entire night so far, nothing came worse then what happened next. Her body felt this large, blunt and cold object ram up her pussy hitting her cervix. A loud scream filled the surrounding area with a few echoes following. The rain drowned out the noise though, as well as getting on the nerves of the officers, who chose to take her in to the backseat of there patrol car.

After being thrown in, Karen fell face first in to the barricaded fence with separated the back seats from the front. Her leather binds were cut roughly and replaced with steel cuffs which dug in to her skin causing it to irritate and cause pain. Karen's arms were lifted above her head and the chain linking both wrists together was placed on a hook on the car ceiling and locked in place. Her head hung downwards between her shoulders whilst her ass was up in the air supported by her knees.

The next sound was a terrifying one. Their trousers being unzipped.

 

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As he undid his heavy police belt Holt whacked the buckle across Karen's face, chuckling as she yelped. He took a clump of her wet hair in his fist and whacked her again then pulled her opened mouth right down on his cock. Groaning, he forced it firmly into her cool, wet mouth and her choked screams sent pleasing vibrations down his shaft. "Jesus, this one's a natural", he said, as he began to furiously face-fuck the helpless girl. As she gagged she just swallowed his cock down more and found she was almost choking on it.

"Yeah. just don't mess the face up too bad eh?" snarled Baker as he settled in behind the bound Karen. He took a moment to admire the firm round moons of her ass cheeks. The ruddiness from her extensive spanking hadn't yet subsided. Water ran across her intensely pale body and she heaved and gasped, and he was immensely turned on by the sight. This is one of our best catches ever, he thought with satisfaction.

He could see her arsehole had been ravaged thoroughly so decided to pound her pussy instead. Slowly he eased his cock into it, having already stretched it painfully just before with his nightstick. The smooth, velvet fold of her cunt yielded easily to him and he felt her shudder as he thrust in to the hilt. Taking a firm grip of her slender hips he began to pounded a deep and hard rhythm, snarling in lustful rage.

Karen was utterly unable to move or breathe. Suspended in unnatural agonizing fashion from the roof, she was worked like a piston as the two cops brutally spit-roasted her. They had perfected this system with dozens of women and she was experiencing every little part of the pain they intended to inflict. The steamy car interior filled with grunts, groans and muffled screams, punctuated by the steady slap of flesh on flesh.

 

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With her arms hanging in the air, Karen wasn't able to fight back, not that she had much energy in her to fight back anyway. As Holt undid his belt buckle, the actress felt him whip it across her face, catching her eyebrow and splitting it open. A mad yelp left her mouth as a trickle of blood fell down over her black eye and down her bruised cheek which she got of Anshul earlier in the night. Her hair was pulled on again after numerous times and her head was banged against the ceiling, causing her to feel dizzy and nearly falling unconscious. Her eyes flickered as he forced his cock in to her mouth and pushed it to the back of her throat, almost choking her. Gagging noises filled the car as she choked on his meat, needing a breath which was hard to find.

Behind her, she felt Baker take his warm rod and poke it in between her lips, slipping it in slowly unlike before with his nightstick which caused her serious pain. His hands cupped her hips, slamming her body in to his, letting her do the work for him it seemed like. Karen was spit-roasted for the first time in her life and she wasn't enjoying it. Her face was swollen and full of cock whilst her ass was hurting from before and her pussy violated.

 

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Holt stared down with a leer at Karen as she furiously face-fucked her. She was a utter mess, with makeup, drool, tears and bruises rendering her unrecognizable. He gripped both her ears firmly and pounded even harder, pushing further down her throat. Occasionally he pulled out just long enough to allow her a few desperate gasps, a small string of spit suspended between his cock and her mouth. Then he renewed the assault twice as hard, repeatedly pushing Karen to the brink of consciousness then bringing her back.

At the other end, Baker could feel her body quiver as he raped her. He squeezed her sides hard, gritting his teeth and fighting hard to hold off cumming early. Still clad in his soaked police jacket, he was sweating profusely and panting fast. As she bucked like an animal beneath him, he could tell he was reaching places inside her she'd never known existed - and showing her a whole new kind of pain there. He knew exactly how to make every thrust hurt like a red-hot iron.

Both men vigorously double-fucked her for nearly twenty minutes. They barked and growled like feral dogs tearing apart a piece of meat. The car interior dripped with rain and sweat, and was filled with the sound of rape. Trapping in her awkward posture, knots of cramp began to bite Karen's forearms and thighs, compounding her suffering.

Finally both men came near-simultaneously. Holt held her ears tight and spat "Swallow it! Swallow it down slut!", while Holt just grinned broadly to himself as he flooded inside her.