'I don't understand.'
'It's simple. While it's still fresh in your mind we need to get an accurate description. Then when the next woman gets raped, we can match what she says with what you say. If we catch the guy we've got him on two counts with two witnesses.'
'But I told you all I know,' I squirmed.
'Maybe you know more than you think, Mrs. Randall.'
'Are you saying that I'm lying?' I tried to cover up the fact that I actually was.
They looked at each other and smiled. A communication was going on between them from which I was excluded. I suspected that I was about three jumps behind what was really happening.
'Have you ever heard of a composite, Mrs. Randall?' one of them asked.
'You mean where you put together familiar characteristics to make a description of someone?'
'Exactly.'
'Of course,' I said. 'I've seen it on television.'
'That's what we plan to do here – right at the scene of the crime before your memory fades.'
'But how?'
'Simple, if we were to show you a couple of cocks right now, you could probably tell us which things about them were similar to the rapist's.'
I wasn't dumb enough to think they carried around mug-shots of rapists' hard-ons. I knew that if I was going to be looking at any stiff pricks they would belong to the two cops in the car with me. Trembling with a sudden chill of terror, I realized that I had just made up the three jumps.
Their whole line of questioning had been nothing more than a trap. They didn't care who'd raped me.
Of course there was no way I could protest. I was as alone with them in the urban wasteland as I'd been with the original rapist. If they intended to show me their dicks, it would be useless for me to protest. They had all the authority – I was just a helpless, naked woman they had found in the street in a neighborhood where I didn't belong.
'All right,' I sighed, 'I get your drift. Go ahead and show me your penises.'
'Penises, Mrs. Randall?' One of them raised his eyebrows. 'Before you were calling them something else.'
'Okay,' I gave in, 'cocks. If you show me your cocks, I'll do the best I can.'
'That's better, Mrs. Randall. You may have just saved yourself a lot of trouble.'
They unzipped their pants without further delay, getting to theft knees on the front seat and turning toward me. Suddenly I was staring at two pricks.
'Well, Mrs. Randall?'
'I… I can't tell,' I stammered. 'His was hard, of course.'
'Maybe you'd like to help us out with that.'
'How?'
'Suck us.'
I didn't want to consider the consequences if I didn't. The cops had long since began to frighten me as much or more than the rapist.
I leaned forward and opened my mouth a couple of inches from the cock at the driver's side. It was like diving into near freezing water, but after several moments of trembling hesitation I took the plunge.
I expected my willingness to cooperate to settle things down, but I was wrong. Even though I was now sucking cock it was still not enough to satisfy them.
'The blanket,' the one on the passenger's side said impatiently. 'Take the blanket off so we can see your body. We want to get as close to the alleged crime as possible to check out your story.'
Feeling I had no choice, I doffed the blanket as I was ordered.
'Now start sucking,' the one I was blowing snapped. 'Really start fucking me with your mouth the way you said the rapist made you do it.'
My lips slid clown his thick shaft. His prick was hardening by the second. By the time my lips were nuzzling against his hairy balls, it was like steel.
'He fuck ed your mouth like this, didn't he?' the cop on my mouth said, and began rolling his hips. 'You could feel it all the way down your throat.'
Unable to speak, I nodded my head.
'Was his cock as long and thick as mine?'
I nodded again.
'Good,' he chuckled, 'now we're getting someplace. Now just keep sucking and you'll remember a lot more.'
There seemed no other alternative but to obey. Closing my eyes, I really began to give him head in earnest.
'She deep-throats pretty good for a housewife,' the one watching told his partner. 'You really think she's telling us the truth.'
'I'll tell you after I come.'
By this time I knew that anything I did would be held against me. However, I equally realized that the worst thing I could do was back off. If I let him spurt in my mouth and swallowed it, they might think I was a whore, but if I didn't, there was no telling what they might do to me.
I forced myself to forget everything but the cock I was sucking. It started to seem sweeter and sweeter to me once I had made the necessary mental adjustment.
I began to actively slide my lips up and down the shaft engorging my mouth and throat. One moment I would have him all the way to the hilt, the next I would be tonguing only the throbbing head.
I was on my knees on the floor by now. That made it easy for the cop I wasn't sucking to reach over the seat and begin feeling my bare tits. He went right to the nipples, twisting them the way the rapist had.
'She's got hard tits,' he told his mouth-fucking partner. 'Her nipples are like little dicks.'
'Why don't you get in the back seat and suck them,' the cop in my mouth suggested.
'Yeah, that way I can check out her pussy at the same time.'
Before I knew it, he had joined me. While I continued to do the best I could on his partner's throat-probing cock, he came up under me and pushed his face between my breasts while he pinched my turgid nipples.
I couldn't help myself. Suddenly I knew that when he felt my cunt it would be soaking wet.
Like it or not, I was horny all over again. Even though I had been raped a short time before, I felt like I hadn't had sex for months.
A hand slid between my thighs. Automatically, I opened them wide so my twat would be easy to get to. Right away I felt several fingers slip within me.
'Her pussy's dripping,' my secret was let out. 'This bitch likes it.'
Even if my vocal cords had not been stifled by a pumping hard-on, I wouldn't have protested. The cop sucking my tits and feeling up my pussy was right – I liked it.
And not only did I like it, as each moment of stimulation passed, I wanted more. With my eyes still closed, I uncontrollably began to visualize myself provoking things until I was getting both cocks at once in tight, throbbing holes. I could no longer deny that I wanted them both to fuck me at the same time.
Opening my eyes, I surveyed the scene and acted accordingly. My actions were as smooth as if I'd made it with two men dozens of times.
Making my desire clear, I parted my knees so that my pussy was open and dripping between my thighs. Then I grabbed the cock in the back seat and began tugging it in the direction of my steaming crotch. When the head began rubbing against my pussy lips, I thought I would die from excitement.
I pulled the dick in my face far enough out to mumble, 'Fuck me, fuck my cunt while your partner is fucking my mouth.'
Then, as I resumed deep-throating, the cop in the back scooted under my parted legs so I was straddling his loins. I looked down and watched his blue-veined hard-on begin to work its way inside me.
Easing myself down, I spread the folds of my cunt around the crown of his cock and made it penetrate me much faster than it would have been able to do on its own. It was even thicker than the prick down my throat.
