She breaks free and admits defeat

Nancy’s teeth were clenched so hard her jaw hurt. She willed herself not to cry, steely discipline being the only thing that held her together. The bastard was gone, had left her like this. It was a relief on one side. Her butt was hurting, as was her pride and the old man had taken pleasure in both. On the other hand, she was still stuck in this window and her lower body was still completely exposed. Both her pussy and her asshole were free out in the open for anyone to see and she had just had a first-hand lesson that people were willing to take advantage. Even if in a best-case scenario, Syd came looking for her and found her, this wasn’t a view she wanted to grant her partner.

She had been ass ****! Emotions welled up inside her, but she fought them down. “Come on, McKenna,” she mumbled. The rough pounding she had just received had made the window creak a whole lot, maybe if she pushed hard, she could now move it from its stuck position. Gathering her strength, she dug her toes into the soft dirt for leverage and braced her hands onto the window sill. Taking a deep breath, she pushed upwards.

For a moment, nothing happened. The old wood painfully bit into her back, but wouldn’t budge an inch and she already felt a rising resignation when there was a sudden, creaking sound and the wretched window slid upwards. Just an inch, but Nancy wanted to cry with relief. An inch was enough. With new hope, she **** herself backwards, squirming and struggling. It still was a tight, uncomfortable fit, but with a bit of wiggling and cursing, bit by bit, the exhausted Latina managed to free herself from her jam.

She let out a wheezing gasp when she finally popped free, falling to her knees in the dirt of the yard. She hauled in lungs of fresh evening air, feeling the last rays of evening sun on her face as she took a moment to feel the relief, sitting alone in some thug’s back yard.

After a minute, she climbed to her feet. On shivering knees, she managed to close the buttons of her bodysuit, straightening it out, then pulled up her jeans. A sharp pain in her but made her wince as she took her first step, back the way she came. Her time window had closed, there was no way she’d still get inside Stephane Yussuf’s house now.

She slowly walked through the yards, every step a reminder that her asshole had just been used as some guys personal fucktoy in a way she had never thought would happen to someone like her. As she approached the street where Syd’s and her cars were parked, she saw her partner come down the sidewalk, her usually confident, feminine stride reduced to a similar limp as Nancy’s own.

Her eyes widened as she came closer and got a better look at the black woman. Her hair was a mess. The luxurious, black tresses that had fallen down to her shoulders in silky waves only half an hour ago stood in wild disheveled bunches off from her head. It looked like someone had gripped fistfuls of her hair and yanked it this way and that, brutally using it as reigns. The red lipstick she had applied, that had given her face a look of sultry promiscuousness was smeared all over her mouth and chin, robbing the stunning black woman of her sultriness.

Her white tank top looked like someone had grabbed it and ripped it open, a deep tear running between her breasts all the way to her bellybutton. Her braless, dark breasts were very much on display, with a dark brown nipple peeking out into the evening air, but it seemed that Syd either didn’t know that or didn’t care as she walked past her partner, her gait similar to Nancy’s

The two women locked eyes, both equally shocked by the sight of the other one. The look in the other’s eyes said enough about what they had just experienced.

“Did you get…” Syd croaked, her voice hoarse as if her throat had been thoroughly strained. Nancy shook her head, admitting her failure in their mission and the uselessness of both their ordeals.

There was no more need for further words. Heads dropping, the two women returned to their cars silently, their conduct entirely divergent from the suave swagger they had arrived at the scene with. An hour ago they had considered themselves battle-tested cops, witty, skilled and strong. Now, Syd and Nancy had received a firm reminder that they were appealing prey to a number of ruthless bastards, their pretty faces and soft, inviting holes making them prime targets.

It was a rather humbling reminder.