Witness Ch. 03

The man standing behind put his finger in the runner of her pantyhose crotch and enlarged the hole a little. She heard him spit and then felt his penis probing her sphincter. Poppy was experienced enough to relax her sphincter and as she did the man forced his cock inside her anus.

Poppy attempted to cry out but Frankie pushed his cock into her mouth. It was warm and pungent, tasting of piss and smegma. Poppy filled her mouth with spit so she could swallow the fetid substance and wash his penis with her tongue. This was not her first rodeo by any means. She had been defiled before by several men at the same time, often for the amusement of Ray-Ray, and she knew that being helpless as she was, the easiest and quickest way to get through the ordeal was to take the path of least resistance.

That meant pleasuring the men and getting them to cum as quickly as possible. To most women it would be unthinkable but for Poppy it had often been the status quo.

The man standing behind her gripped her hips and began to slowly fuck her. Poppy wriggled her buttocks to encourage him and encourage the flow of pre-ejaculate so that it would better lubricate her anus. She was rewarded almost immediately when she felt the man's cock begin to slide in and out of her tight hole with ease.

"The pretty puttana has a tight ass and she knows how to use it," the man behind her groaned as he fucked her.

"She knows how to use her mouth too," Frankie held her head and fucked her mouth.

Poppy didn't like it when men did that but she was in no position to complain. She used her lips and tongue to good effect, sucking Frankie's penis which wasn't as repulsive now that it was clean. She lifted her hand and put her fingers around the base of his thick pole and worked her mouth on it. Frankie obligingly let go of her head and let Poppy do what she was trained to do.

The man standing behind her knew how to fuck and he was in no rush, he was enjoying fucking Poppy's snug rectum and Poppy would never admit it but he was stimulating her quite effectively. She was glad that she was heavily taped.

Frankie was close and she could sense his need as he put his hands back on her head. She could feel his cock begin to pulse and suddenly her mouth was filled with his creamy load. She swallowed it and he gave her more which she also swallowed.

Finished with her, and probably feeling a little sheepish about having sex with a transvestite, Frankie ripped his cock from her mouth and stuffed it back into his pants. He was quickly replaced by the driver who offered Poppy his long thick cock which she dutifully took into her mouth. This penis was immaculately clean and the man was gentle with her. Instead of holding her head and fucking her mouth, he caressed her cheeks and stroked her hair.

The man standing behind her was getting close too. He thrust his cock deep into Poppy's anus and ejaculated. Poppy was ashamed that the feel of his throbbing cock against her prostate and the tight ring of her sphincter was evoking waves of pleasure. Her cock was so hard that the tape holding it to her body was coming loose.

The man fucking her stabbed her repeatedly in the rectum with his fleshy sword as the last of his spend filled her back package and began to dribble down her thighs. Then he suddenly stopped and ripped his dripping weapon from her puckered bud.

He joined Frankie in the kitchenette leaving Poppy alone with the driver.

"Ok doll; that's enough," he extracted his cock from Poppy's mouth and helped her stand erect.

He pulled her to him and kissed her and she clung to him feeling hot cum dribble out of her anus, run down her thighs and soak into her pantyhose. The driver lowered his face to her breasts and used his lips and his hands to stimulate her sensitive bosom. Her nipples hardened and she gasped with delight when he gently nibbled her nipples.

"Come on Salvatore. Finish up with the puttana, we gotta get going," Frankie called from the kitchen but Salvatore, the driver, ignored him.

He kissed Poppy again and she responded by kissing him back and wrapping her arms around him, she raised her leg and rubbed her calf against him seductively. She told herself that she was only encouraging him so that the ordeal would soon be over but her body had betrayed her.

Salvatore turned Poppy so that her back was to the dining table and then lifted Poppy up and planted her derriere on the edge of the table, her skirt hiked up and her buttocks exposed. He hooked her knees under his elbows and lifted her legs so that he could place his cock on her sphincter.

He pushed it in slowly, his compatriot's semen greasing the way. Poppy clung to him, sitting on the edge of the table with her legs splayed, moaning like a slattern. Her cock had burst loose of the tape and was standing up proud, tenting her pantyhose, aching for release.

Salvatore leaned forward so that he could kiss Poppy while he fucked her and she drove her tongue into his mouth and wrapped her legs around his waist so that his cock stayed deep inside her. Salvatore fucked her hard and fast which was what she wanted, not only because she wanted the ordeal over with but because she was aching for release and she flooded the front of her pantyhose at the same instant that Salvatore flooded her anus.

Poppy quivered with delight as her guilty orgasm erupted. It wasn't the first time she had climaxed whilst she was being used against her will but the shame of it never went away.

When he was finished coming Salvatore unwrapped her legs from around his waist and pushed her down so that she was lying flat on her back on the table panting, trying to control her breathing.

She squealed with surprise and repulsion when the man who had fucked her before Salvatore sprayed her face with his scalding semen. He had been watching Salvatore fuck Poppy and become aroused again and had been masturbating.

Salvatore returned from the kitchen with a roll of hand towel which he dropped in her lap.

"Clean yourself up. We gotta go," he grunted.

Poppy rolled onto her side putting her back to the men while she wiped the semen off her face, from between her legs and from her thighs. She closed her blouse and dropped to her feet, bending down to pick up her discarded panties. She pushed her penis between her legs using her ripped pantyhose and panties to hold it in place then she pulled down and straightened her skirt.

Her handbag was still in Elliot's car so she had no tissues, makeup or hairbrush to properly fix herself up so she did the best she could.

"Come on toots we gotta go," Frankie mumbled around a mouthful of bread from a loaf he had taken from the kitchen.

"Can I see Robert before I go?" Poppy asked as she put on her jacket.

"Honey, you do not want your brother seeing you like this," Frankie replied and Poppy could only imagine what she looked like.

Frankie dragged her over to the door where they had Robert locked away.

"Talk to him. Reassure him," he grunted.

"Robert honey. I have to go but you have to stay here and be a good boy and these men will look after you. This will all be over soon and we will be together again," Poppy called through the closed door.

"Poppy... don't go... don't go," her brother cried and Poppy sobbed but Frankie pulled her viciously away from the door and frog marched her to the car.

He put her in the back seat and climbed in after her and Salvatore got into the driver's seat. The third guy was obviously going to remain in the cabin to look after Robert. Salvatore locked the car doors and Frankie blindfolded her again and the car took off.

They were on the road for about an hour before Frankie took Poppy's blindfold off. Any consolation she might have found evaporated when she saw that he had his cock out and he grabbed Poppy by the neck and pushed her face down into his groin.

She did what was required of her.

They threw Poppy out of the car at the beachfront park and sped off. She had to do the walk of shame along the walking track back to the safe house. Fortunately by then it was dark.

As soon as she approached the house her presence activated the security lighting, illuminating the surrounds of the house with harsh light. This was the last thing Poppy wanted because she knew that she looked a mess. Elliot came running down the path to greet her and came to a sudden halt when he saw the state of her.

It was only for a split second but Poppy saw the look of disgust and revulsion pass over his face. It was obvious that she had been sexually abused. Her hair was a mess, her makeup ruined, her blouse unbuttoned, runners in her pantyhose and the tell-tale silvery stains on her skirt.

"Poppy, where did they take you, what did they do to you, what did they want?" Elliot ran to her with his arms open.

"Don't!" Poppy pushed past Elliot and strode to the front door.

"I can't talk to you like this. Leave me alone until I'm ready to face you," she ran to her bedroom and slammed the door.

The first thing that she noticed was that Elliot had put her handbag on her bed. She ripped off her clothes and threw them in the corner. If she could she could burn them she would. She put on a robe and went to the bathroom and stood under the scalding water until her skin was red. She douched repeatedly then climbed back into the shower, taking her toothbrush and mouthwash with her.

When she was thoroughly clean she went back to her room, pushing past Elliot who was waiting for her outside the bathroom.

"Now that you are safe I have to call the ADA and Chief of Detectives and tell them what happened," Elliot pleaded with her.

Poppy spun around and stepped up to Elliot her anger flaring.

"They have Robert, Elliot! You don't do anything yet! I'll talk to you when I'm ready. Give me some space," Poppy barked at him.

"Ok... ok... ok... is there anything I can do?" he asked, his face full of concern.

"Make me a drink. Make me a big drink. I'll be out soon," Poppy closed the bedroom door on him.

Poppy came out of her bedroom about half an hour later. She was dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt, her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, she was barefoot and her makeup was lighter than Elliot had ever seen it. He had never seen her dressed down this much before. She looked younger, vulnerable.

Elliot knew better than to try to engage with her; Poppy had made it clear that she would talk when she was ready. He brought a double scotch on ice over to where she was sitting on the couch with her feet tucked under her. He wanted to take her in his arms and comfort her, he wanted to hold her and tell that everything was going to be ok. But she was radiating hostility and bitterness and he knew that trying to touch her was probably the worst thing he could do.

He had seen what she looked like when she came home and wished he could unsee it. He felt pity for her and he felt that he was useless. Men used her, men abused her, men treated her like shit and he believed it was his job to protect her from all that and he had failed.

Poppy gulped the drink down in a few swallows and waved the glass at Elliot who dutifully went to the kitchen to refill it. He returned with the bottle figuring he would save himself having to keep going back. Poppy took her cigarettes out of her purse and put a Newport in her mouth and glared at Elliot, challenging him to stop her lighting it but he said nothing. Instead he fetched a saucer from the kitchen and put it on the table so she could use it as an ashtray.

"Quite the lapdog tonight aren't you Elliot?" Poppy quipped and immediately regretted saying it.

Taking out her anger on Elliot would solve nothing.

Elliot remained stoic. He couldn't imagine what the men had done to her but then again he could. He hated himself for thinking about it but he wondered if he could touch her again knowing that those mobsters had been in the places that he considered his. He knew it was selfish, he knew it was unforgivable, he knew it was hateful but he couldn't help feeling what he felt.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't take my anger out on you but they have Robert and that's all I can think about," Poppy took another slug of liquor.

"Ok," Elliot decided that acceding to her wish to tell him what happened only when she was ready was the only way to deal with the situation.

"They took us to a cabin, a cottage, whatever the fuck. It was somewhere in a forest, I have no idea where, I was blindfolded," Poppy began.

She told Elliot everything... everything except the sex. There was no need to; he knew that they had taken turns with her just by looking at her. In some ways her omission made it worse because Elliot could only imagine it: Poppy lying on the bed resplendent in her lingerie beckoning the men to join her one after the other, Poppy being held down and brutally taken while she screamed, and all the permutations in between.

"I have no choice Elliot; I have to recant my testimony. They have my brother, the only thing in the world I care about," she didn't cry, she was all cried out.

Elliot took it like a shot to the heart when Poppy said that Robert was the only thing in the world that she cared about. He didn't know exactly what they had between them but he knew that she had become precious to him. She was an enigma, she was impenetrable but she was also vulnerable, she was beautiful, sophisticated and intelligent but she was whorish, street-smart and offensive. He had seen all sides of her and he thought he knew which parts of her were real.

Her sexuality and gender were a metaphor for her life, she was no longer a man but she was not fully a woman but whatever she was he cared for her.

"I'm duty bound to report the abduction Poppy. They'll probably take my badge from me for not telling them immediately but I can use the excuse that they promised to release you and if I reported it they would torture and kill you both," Elliot murmured, his head in his hands.

"But now that you're back I have to report it to the Chief of Police who will bring in the FBI because it's a kidnapping," Elliot explained.

"It's not going to change anything Elliot. I'm going to renounce my recorded testimony and if necessary I'll take the stand and tell the court that I lied, that I never saw the man who committed the murders. I'll say anything. I'll say I did it hoping for a payoff, that I did it just to get off the streets," Poppy lit another cigarette.

"The prosecutor will say that your testimony is coerced because the Napolitano family are holding your brother. He'll say that the recorded testimony is the true version and that you are lying to save Robert," Elliot explained.

"He can treat you like a hostile witness," Elliot sighed.

"I will still have done what was demanded of me by those hoods. I'll have played my part, they'll let Robert go," Poppy whispered.

"Will they?" Elliot reached for her hand but she snatched it away.

"Can you at least sleep on it? Can you wait until tomorrow?" Poppy stubbed out her cigarette.

"I'm just so tired. I need to sleep," Poppy got up off the couch and padded down to her bedroom and closed and locked the door.

Elliot went to bed but he couldn't sleep. He lay awake staring at the ceiling in the dark.

When the door opened he didn't reach for his gun, he could tell by her scent that it was Poppy. She slid under the sheets. She was naked except for her panties, no sexy lingerie tonight. She snuggled up to him and Elliot held her close.

"It's ok. We don't have to do anything. Let's just hold each other," Elliot whispered when her fingers sought him out.

"I need it Elliot. I want it. I want you to make love to me so that I know that someone cares," Poppy began to softly stroke him.

"Make love to me Elliot. Don't fuck me, don't bang me, don't hump me... make love to me like you care," Poppy whispered.

That's exactly what Elliot did. They took their time, they knew exactly how to pleasure each other and they did it, but they did it slowly, tenderly, intimately.

They fell asleep in each other's arms and when Elliot awoke he had made his decision.

"I'll get Brett Mendelsohn down here first thing and tell him that you are going to disavow your testimony. He's going to hit the roof and I'm going to have to play along. I'm going to have to treat you pretty rough," Elliot explained to her.

"Well you've done that before... oh I'm sorry Elliot; I shouldn't have said that," Poppy snuggled up to him on the couch.

Elliot was wearing just his boxers and a t-shirt and Poppy had put on her negligee.

"You'll need an excuse; a reason that you've changed your mind," Elliot said.

"I'll use a half-truth. I'll say that I'm scared that as soon as the trial is over and I'm no longer in protective custody that the Napolitanos will kill me for revenge," Poppy replied.

"I'll call Mendelsohn. Go and get dressed," Elliot stood up and went to the phone.

Poppy followed him and gave him a hug.

"Thank you," she kissed his cheek then walked away.

Elliot watched her walk to the bedroom. It wasn't just lust he felt for her; it was something else but he didn't know what it was. He was too scared to even think about what it might be. He took the receiver out of the cradle and made the call.

To be continued