The Detectives (closed for sallythescorpian)

Though human trafficking was a highly illegal act which resulted in often in fines and imprisonment, in the city of New Chicago it was little deterrant to the crime being committed! The organization that actually owned the trafficking operations around the city was the Cartel. The organization was deeply entrenched in the city, with everyone from the Mayor to the Chief of Police to dozens of judges, police, sanitation, corporate and military officers being on their payroll.

The city, much like Gotham, was dark and dreary, hope mostly drained from the concrete buildings and damp highways. It made is easy for anyone to get out and advantage of this kind of market. There was no one to stop it plain and simple.

This was the situation for Dectectives Greg Jones and Brian Marshall of the NCPD. Pulling up in their grey sedan to the corner of Winchestor and 34th street, they both new the place well. Dozens of streetwalkers lined the roads for nearly 6 square blocks in this residential 'red light district' of the city.

It was the perfect environment for which to take the women. Most women that started working these streets considered themselves failures in life and love. Feeling they are down to the last straw, they find themselves destitute and very lonely. No one every really knew the women that worked down there and when one or two went missing, few would ever lose any sleep over it.

And it was in this situation for which the detectives sat, watched and waited for their newest prey...

Katlyn was desperate! She had pretty much used up all her money last night, for shelter in that grotty motel. It was one of those places that rented by the hour, and was utilised by middle aged married men,desperate for what they weren't getting at home, for quick hook up with local prostitutes, She had had little sleep, with bed squeekings and banging against the adjoining walls.

She had lost her job about a month ago and used her meger savings to keep a roof over her head, until four days ago, when, knowing she had nothing left, she got a bus across country to New Chicago, in search of her brother John. They hadn't spoken in over a year, but she hoped he would help her, she had not choice, she was desperate.

Unfortunatley when she arrived at his address, he was gone, hadn't lived there for almost a year, and no one had a forwarding address for him. She had used her money to stay in cheap motels, knowing the end was near. She was starving. She didn't want to sell her body, but she had tried everywhere for a job, but without an address, it was impossible.

Tonight, she had no money, no where to stay, she was starving, and she had no other options, so she wandered the red light district, hoping to meet someone who wouldnt hurt her, wouldn't kill her or give her a disease, who would be happy with straight, vanilla sex and who would pay her. She saw two men walking towards her, and thought she might try propositioning one or the other of them, or even both, if one didnt mind waiting. They were clean and well dressed, in suits, which was unusual in this part of town. They looked like guys she wouldn't mind chatting her up in a bar situation, so she figured they were her best bet.

If they were to be horrified, or shocked by her proposition, she would just laugh it off, and pretend she was only joking, she thought, as she mustered her courage. Smiling, she stopped in front of them, hand on hip, trying to look sexy - "Hi boys! You sure look good! Either of you men looking for a good time?" She fluttered her eyelashes, hoping for the best, and awaiting their response.

Greg glanced over at Brian and gave a knowing glance. They had found the one they would take... perhaps. They gave her a once over, examining her outfit, which was considerably less provocative than the rest. Greg leaned up against the cinderblock wall and said, "Well, depends on what you are referring to by a good time Darlin..."

Brian walked towards her and gently ran his fingers through her hair and said, "You look like a honey who knows their way around a man. Tell me," He leaned in and smelled her hair slightly. She was definitely in trouble as she seemed as if she needed a bath and then added, "What exactly do you have in mind."

Katyn was really nervous, but she thought she was on the ball with these guys. They looked pretty normal, and they seemed interested. Mustering her courage, she attempted to sell herself in every sense of the word to these guys.

"Honey, I can be whatever you want me to be, whoever you want me to be, anyway you like - one at a time, or if you wanna do me together, itll be double the normal price! You wanna straight fuck, no kinky stuff, thats gonna be $50" they didn't flinch, so she added "each. You pay for the room, unless you wanna go back to your place?" As soon as she said that, she regretted it! Get them to pay for a hotel room, and your sorted for the night you fool! she thought, Well, it was pretty unlikely they'd want to go to either of their places anyhow! they were most likely married.

Katlyn smiled, pushing her tits out as much as she could, and wiggled her ass, in what she hoped was a provocotive manner!!

"Well guys what'll it be huh, motel or your palce??" confidence,she told herself was nine tenths of the battle. Guys werent attracted to insecurity. "Well Hun? she flipped her coat and top open flashing her tits at them, whats it gonna be huh?"

Greg smiled and said, "Well, actually... I... err.. we have a car over there. If you care to go for a spin with us, we might even pop for a little dinner."

Brian turned and offered his arm to her. He said, "I am thinking that if you can take it, we both want a piece of you." Greg smiled and offered her other arm to her and they turned and headed towards the car.

As they got in, they positioned her in between both men and with Brian in the driver's seat, he fired up the engine and they road off towards a small diner outside of the red light district. As they pulled into the parking lot, Greg said, "By the way, just so you know. umm... well..." He reached to his pocket and revealed his police badge and said, "I hate to say this, but you are under arrest."

Katlyn felt relief flow through her, and fought the impulse to sag. While she was still nervous about what was to come, she would have a roof over her head tonight, AND food in her belly! She was pleased with her selction!

She sat in the middle of the seat, a little dwarfed by the two big men, at 5'3" it really didn't take much for her to feel comparitively small. Her dark, almost black hair, fell almost to her waist, and looked good, hanging loose, although it was a lot of work to keep, it was also cheap, no need for constant trims and re styles.

The car pulled into the parking lot of a nice diner, and even through the closed windows, she could smell good food, and it made her mouth water. These were such nice guys, and she really didn't mind at all, what they were about to do, although she would have preferred it to be under more voluntary circumstances.

Smiling she turned to Greg just as he reached for his wallet, "By the way, just so you know. umm... well, "I hate to say this, but you are under arrest." For a split second, Katlyn was frozen, what had he jsut said? The she started to laugh, "Its a joke right? One of those pretend cop badges ............." she trailed off. This was no joke. "Oh Shit! Please please, dont arrest me! I swear I never did anything like this before! You guys would have been my first ever! Please ......." She began to recite her tale of woe, how she'd lost her job, her apartment, her brother, and how she was almost on the streets.

Having nothing else to lose she said "look how bout I do you guys for free? Anything you want, all night long, just please dont arrest me!"

Brian laughed as he leaned in and said, “Relax honey…” He looked at her and said, “Unfortunately, we have no way of verifying whether any of this story you are telling us is true. Let me see your ID and I will run you through the system.

As Brian was given her ID, he picked up his console control and began to look for her in the system. He was checking her out for a number of things. First, if she was in the missing persons database. If she was, then they would return her and cash in on whatever reward was offered. After all, they were cops and it was their duty to protect and serve New Chicago and the honor of recovering a missing woman alive was greater than any money they could get out of her.

The second item he was looking for was a criminal record or some kind of evidence that her story was true and she was not a career hooker, who generally sold for considerably less than plain janes off the street. He would later check to see if she was a virgin or not, but based on what he could find out, she probably wasn’t.

The final thing he looked up on her was her personal information. She had a brother who did have a record, mostly of minor stuff and that had been a while back. It seemed like he had started straightening his life of over the last year or so but there was no telling. He annotated her brother’s address and found that he had become a recent dad as well which was certainly incentive for going straight. She on the other hand, had bad credit, had been evicted recently and all of her things confiscated as a partial payment of what she had owed. The girl had had a tough break and her luck was about to get much much tougher.

Greg looked towards Katlyn, while Brian went through her record, and said, “It is okay. Relax. You are with the good guys here okay. Listen, it is pretty dangerous territory that you are walking through. Lots of bad people out here than would like to harm you and all…”

Greg glanced up at Brian, who gave him a knowing nod. She was the one. He said, “Okay. Looks like your story checks out.” Brian handed her the ID back, but with an additional feature. A small silver marker on the back bottom corner of it to keep track of her. It was so small she would have to really look hard to find it. Greg said, “How about we go get something to eat. I am famished.”

Brian opened his door and said, “Sure.” He slid out of the car and walked up the stairs with Greg and Katlyn.

The diner was a mom and pop joint out of the back of a railroad car. It was owned by Louis, one of the men who was a link in the business of trafficking. He was the man who the detectives would initially bring the ladies too for initial inspection, which was oblivious to any of the women they had sold. He was a thick man, dark skin, who wore a white T-shirt, white apron and black pants and shoes. He wore a ball cap on his head that said, “Cookie’s Place” on it and looked to be a very friendly person.

Cookie looked up as the three people entered his otherwise empty diner and said, “Well well well.. look what we have here. Brian… Greg… who is the pretty young lady?”

Brian held her hand and led her to one of the booths, sliding her inside as he slid in next to her. She couldn’t leave at this point even if she wanted too. Brian said, “This is our friend Katlyn. She is hungry. Can you bring up three specials please? He and I will have coffee.”

Greg added, “Hold the onions on mine…” He chuckled as he looked to the woman and said, “Does horrible things to my breath.”

Cookie said, “Three specials coming up. What about to drink? Young lady?”

Katlyn was unsettled. Her initial panic had ebbed somewhat, but, despite their friendly and relaxed manner, she was wary of the detectives. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something didn't feel right. That, however, did not alter the fact that her stomach felt like it was touching her backbone, with the hunger!! She remembered something her mother used to say about people getting charity "Beggars cant be choosers" and it seemed to fit her current circumstances aptly.

If nothing else, these guys would stand her a hot meal, and frankly ANYTHING would be welcome, and she felt there was still an outside possibility that she might get some money from them. Maybe they would bring her to a shelter - a safe one! The one she had tried the first night in New Chicago was dreadful, and she had decided that if necessary, she would be safer on the streets, than in that place!

The guy working here seemed to know the detectives pretty well, and he seemed so nice and friendly, a real salt of the Earth kinda guy, and that made her feel better about the cops. He somehow lent them an air of safety, security - a solidity that she hadn't felt with them earlier. It was difficult to explain, but the guy, Cookie they called him, seemed like the "guy next door" and he relaxed her.

She eagerly awaited her "special", immediately digging into the bread basket that was put on the table while they were waiting. When Cookie asked what she'd like to drink, she almost replied "Vodka and lots of it", feeling the need to shore up her nerves, but asked instead for an ice tea, which he dropped to her table moments later. Then the plates of Cheese burgers, fries and salad arrived, and she attacked her food with enthusiasm pouring both mayonnaise and ketchup on the side of her plate, and dipping her fries in briefly, before devouring them.

After 5 or 6 mouthfuls, she remembered her manners. Swallowing her mouthful, she said "Guys thanks so much, I really appreciate it .... I....I dont know how I could ever repay you! Its so good!" the cop next to her was called Brian, and she put her hand in his lap, noticing the tenting of his pants and squeezed is cock gently. "Maybe I can show you my ..... appreciation..... in a bit??!" Not wanting to leave Greg out, she slipped off her boot, and ran her foot between Greg's heavy thighs, rubbing him with the sole of her foot.

Brian and Greg gave each other a sideways glance and then Greg glanced to Cookie, who spotted her actions under the table. Brian said, "I think your appreciation would be nice." He let his hand slide down her hip and thigh, inching his way up her skirt to find, somewhat to his disappointment, panties on underneath. From what he could guess they were tighty whities or something similar. He hated it when women wore panties almost any reason, but did not let his show.

Greg picked up his burger and began to eat on it as she ran her foot along his inner thigh. He smiled as she discovered his own tent being pitched under his pants. He said, "That would be most enjoyable..."

The meal went relatively uneventful, save for the occassional suggestive tone that played into each other's ears. Brian and Greg even went so far as to order up three tall slices of coconut Meringue pie slices. When they reached the table, the meringue itself sat 6 inches over the pie filling and was perfectly cooked.

The two detectives watched her eat her pie enthusiastically as they ate their own as well. When it was all over and everyone was completely full, Greg got up and headed over to Cookie and paid the bill. Brian distracted her with a bit of light conversation, "So, tell me about your brother? What is he like?"

Greg leaned into Cookie and whispered well outside of earshot of Brian and Katlyn, "So... what do you think?"

"She ain't a pro. I know most of the pros around here. She looks like some runaway. She on missing persons?" Cookie leaned in and whispered back.

"No. She is clean. A run of bad luck. Got a brother somewhere around these parts, but I don't think he even knows she is here." Greg said quietly.

"Fair enough. Let's keep it that way" Cookie said and then looked at her chatting away with Brian and then said, "I'll take her. She could use some work, but I think she will do nicely."

"Okay. Usual fee." Greg asked.

"Yeah. But tell you what... if she is a virgin, I will give double." Cookie said.

"We will go find out." Greg said, "Bring her around tomorrow about ... 8AM?"

"Fine. Be good to her. If she is damaged, I will have to take penalties out." Cookie said, smiling and staring at her a moment.

Greg spoke up in a voice loud enough for all to hear, "Well, Cookie! That was great!!! Top notch!!!"

"Thanks Greg! Hoped you liked you dinner hun!" Cookie said as he drew the eyes of Brian and the woman.

Brian took the cue and then slid out of the booth and said, "How about we get out of here?"

Greg smiled, slapped Katlyn's butt playfully and said, "Yes... Lets..."

Katlyn's earlier unease had totally dissipated. She had thoroughly enjoyed her meal and had even gotten a dessert and it was delicious! She truely couldn't remember the last time she had anything next of near that nice!

Both the guys were turned on, that was obvious to a blind man, and she was more than happy to play with them, the odd little groan, her reward. She was feeling pretty bad about herself for the uneasy thoughts she had had earlier. These guys were so decent! and she decided that she would try her best to reward their kindness, the only way she could. Nor would it be like a financial transaction, she truely wanted to please them.

Smiling and waving at Cookie, she called "Nice to meet you Sir, Hope to see you again!" before she left the dinner on the arm of one of her detectives. Where would they go now she wondered. Would the do it in the car, or would they bring her back to one or others apartment.

With her sitting in the middle of the front seat, Brian drove the three of them to a apartment complex for which both men used to moonlight out of. He pulled the car into an alley and they led her upstairs to the top floor. The place was not great, but it was not that bad either. There was a couch and chair, a TV in the corner, a table with chairs in the dining area, two bedrooms, both rooms clean and well kept.

Brian walked to the fridge, opened it and pulled out three beers, handing one to Katlyn and the other ot Greg. Cracking open their bottles, Brian pulled his jacket off, folding it in half and laid it on teh armrest. Greg did the same and looked to Katlyn and said, "Why don't you get comfortable." He poured the beer down his throat...

Having arrived at the nice, neat clean warm appartment, Katlyn looked around and thought how she would love to live here! Was it really so much to ask, to have a secure roof over her head? As the thought went through her mind, it was quickly followed by another - would there be any chance that these two guys would keep her? Maybe she could clean and tidy and cook for them? Maybe keep them warm at night? It sure beat her prospects at the moment! She decided to try to work it into the conversation.

"Wow, this is a real nice place you have here! So neat and clean - does someone come in for you?" Subtle Katlyn, real subtle, she thought, chewing her lip, maybe she'd try again later - in the meantime, perhaps concentrate on what she knew they wanted.

Brian was seated in the middle of the couch, so taking a long drink from the beer, she sidled over, swinging her hips, then knelt on the couch, straddling his lap. Wriggling down, so she was abraiding his groin area, she gyrated her hips, rubbing herself against his hardness. "Mmmm I'm real comfortable right here!" she cooed "how bout you?" Then she turned to see Greg grinning, and she winked and gestured with her head for him to come on over. Reversing herself, so her back was to Brian, she wriggled her ass, while she ran her hands up and down Greg's chest. Jesus! She was behaving like a whore! "Well, I am supposed to be carving out a new career for myself AS a whore, so I better start learning" she thought, and wondered how on Earth she was going to manage this.

Katlyn was 26, although she looked younger, and had had several boyfriends, even briefly a fiance, and she was no novice to sex, but she had never been in an even remotely similiar situation, and she didn't want to look foolish. That said, she thought the direct and honest approch would be best. "Well guys, what do you wanna do?"

Brian was the first to move his hands around her sides, unbuttoning at her top to reveal the lacy bra she was using her hide her assets. He slid it off her shoulders and tossed it to the side. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra and pulled it off just as well. With his cold hard hands, he moved around and took her breasts firmly, giving each as squeeze before slowly moving to her nipples, gently rolling those ever hardening shafts in his fingers.

Greg reached to his own shirt and quickly starting unbuttoning it to reveal his six pack abs. As her fingers dug into his skin, he winced slightly as he tossed it aside. He took her hands and moved them down to his waistband and said, "You know what to do..."

Brian, meanwhile pulled his own shirt off and then reached to her skirt. He lifted her to her feet as she worked on Greg's pants and pushed her skirt down to the floor, quickly following her panties... He then slid his own pants off and undies, before he pulled her back onto his lap.

Greg let out a gasp and then a sigh as she took him in the mouth. At the same time, Brian, slid his shaft raw and uncovered deep into that pussy, swelling her walls up with his massive tool!

It was happening - she couldn't believe it; she was about to have sex with both these guys!! Trepidation warred with excitement. Greg was in great shape! Those abs, hard and defined like you'd see on the cover of a men's health and fitness magazine - she'd never seen anything like it in reality, and, almost subconsciously, she scored him with her nails!

Opening his pants, dropping them and his underware, she was hardly aware of what Brian was doing, stripping her of her cheap clothes. His cock was hard and full, with a little drop of precum shining in the slit on the head, and she licked it softly from him. "mmm you taste good!" she exclaimed. Brian thrust into her, spreading her pussy wide, to it's limit, with his thick rod.

Brian was, by no small margin, the biggest dick she had ever taken, and Greg was not much smaller- maybe a little thicker, but not quite so long. She felt the moisture issuing from inside her, lubricating her tight channel, accommodating brian's size. He gripped her hips, holding her still, as he thrust upwards into her, and Greg, after enjoying her tongue for a few moments, began to thrust into her mouth, as she sucked him.

Greg stood there, almost perfectly still and watched as she consumed his cock down her throat! The lapping of her tongue around his base, along the head and at the tip, made him incredibly excited for what he needed from this little slut. He moved his hands into her hair, curling her long hair tightly into his fist, causing it to tug hard from her scalp. He continued to allow her to suck on his cock and damn for not being a pro... she was VERY good at sucking it.

Brian on the other hand, was not gentle at all! He thrust it into her so hard and so fast! He reached around and took Katlyn's hand and pulled them behind her, holding them with one hand. As she pulsed on and off of him, Brian pulled a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto her wrists. He said, "You won't need those hands for quite a while! Now suck cumslut..." He pushed her head onto Greg who was continually hardening inside her throat!

Greg began to push down a little harder and a little faster... growing continually more excited, particularly with her hands now cuffed. He looked down at her and said, "That's right... suck a little harder! a little harder now! No teeth! I want nothing but lips and tongue slut... suck it suck it suck it..."

Brian reached around to her breasts, taking each in his hands and using them to thrust her up and down on his tool!!!! He took her nipples and rolled them in his fingers as he grew increasingly more ready to complete his need!!!

It was the most amazing feeling Greg had felt in a long time having this from her. Greg felt himself losing control and exploding hard!!! His hot sticky salty cum blasted down her throat!!!! Brian, likewise felt himself losing control and he also came almost at the exact same time as Greg, filling her tunnel with his gift to her!!!

Katlyn was unsure exactly what she should be doing, but remembering the scene from a porn flick she had seen at some point, she had gone with the position she was currently in, and it seemed to be working. Greg had his fists in her hair, but was pretty mush remaining still, allowing her to to blow him, rather than him fucking her face. Brian, behind her though was going Hell for leather! She was a little alarmed that he had not produced a condom, and she had a few in her purse, but, with Greg's cock in her mouth, it was kinda hard to speak!

Frantically counting days, she figured she was pretty safe, and the guys seemed in good health, so for now at least, she would hope for the best. Also she preferred the sensation of being fucked bareback, rather than sheathed in latex. Yeah! This was starting to feel real good! Brian's thrusts were hitting all her good spots, and she felt the familiar tightening in her abdomen, as an orgasm began to slowly build.

She felt Brian pulling her hands behind her back, and assumed he wanted to hold her hands there. She was a little scared when she felt the steel and heard the clunk of the cuff locking her hands! For a moment, she thought they were back to arresting her again! Even when she realised that was not their intention, at least right now, she was unsettled. She felt so vulnurable with her hands cuffed. They could do pretty much what they liked to her, and she couldn't even fight back, not that she, at a petite 5'3", would stand a chance against the two big men anyway.

Greg picked up the pace, and began to thrust himself slowly into her mouth, and deeper into her throat. She was gagging, and she fought the rising panic that he would cut off her air supply. She was doing absolutely everything she could think of to encourage him to cum! using her tongue to stimulate all the sensitive areas, sucking, swallowing and humming! Finally, she felt him explode, and swallowed frantically, his copious load of cum. Moments later, Brian groaned and thrust up hard, and she felt the hot jets coating her inner walls.

Greg, slowly released her hair from his hands, while she continued to lap at his now sensitive dick. He caressed her face, "mmmm Baby that was good!" and she smiled happily. Brian leaned forward and gently bit her neck, where it ran into her shoulder, "good job cumslut! and your cunts real tight! nice!" Katlyn was a little shocked at his crudity, and in truth, a little offended. Then, she reasoned, these guys aren't my boyfriends, they're my clients, like it or not I'm a hooker, however temporily that may be, and I'll need to toughen up real quick, if I'm gonna survive! No time now for sensitivities!

She leaned back against Brian, as he continued to play with her tits in general, and her nipples in particular, rolling and pulling them, elongating them. Greg declared that he was all nice and clean again, and hoisted up his shorts and pants, fastening the latter. She felt Brian's softened cock pop out of her followed by a rush of cum, and he pushed her off him to the floor, holding her shoulder, to prevent her from falling face first on the ground. "Now slut, clean me up!" he demanded as he pulled her face to his flaccid dick, and she began to lick him clean of their combined juices.

Brian watched her as she awkwardly moved on her knees to obey his will. He could tell very quickly that she was a vanilla sex kind of girl. One who had experienced one or two different kinds of sexual encounters, perhaps most with a boyfriend or something.

Greg finished dressing in his slacks and then walked over to the desk and pulled out a standard thick ball gag. He turned and glanced over at Brian who was showing signs of life in his pants once again and so he stuffed it into his pocket. He watched her licking Brian clean and to be honest, felt a spike of jealously hit him, for which he had not expected. She was a good lay and it would be a shame to truely do what they were about to do to her.

Brian on the other hand, didn't really care all that much, other than getting his rocks off! He said, "Fucking good little cunt... Oh shit this girl has some skills!" He felt his shaft hardening once again to her talented tongue...

Greg had seen enough and turned and headed to the fridge where he picked up another beer and began to drink it. He felt a sense of discomfort with this whole thing and that was dangerous, particularly with Brian. Down deep, the only thing different between Brian and one of the mafia was that he had a badge. Brian's loyalties were to the mafia without question.

Greg, on the other hand was not. He knew a good way to raise some good cash and at the end of the night, he did all he could to push out the memories of all the lives he had destroyed by selling them to the sex market.

Greg heard a thump behind him and turned to see Brian had apparently unloaded again into the Katlyn and then pushed her onto the floor, still cuffed. Those cuffs would likely not come off again for a long time. Greg walked back to the situation and knelt down to the woman and helped her to her feet slowly.

Brian stood up and fastened up his own pants and said, "Yeah... oh yeah... she may be untrained, but she will make a fine addition."

Greg shot him a glare as Katlyn caught the words and began to suddenly get uncomfortable. Brian looked at him and said, "Who gives a fuck if she knows or not? She is not going to say or do anything about it now... You hear that darlin... you know exactly what that means... don't you?"

The cuffs were really starting to hurt her wrists. The moment Brian shot his load in her mouth, he'd pushed Katlyn to the floor, and instinct had caused her to jerk her wrists, as she tried to bring her hands around to prevent her face hitting floor. Instead she rolled her shoulder to protect her face. She was a little shocked at his violence, and was feeling that seed of doubt, her unease from earlier, coming back in force.

"Yeah... oh yeah... she may be untrained, but she will make a fine addition." Brian's comment cemented her unease. Oh Fuck! This was not good! She didn't know what he meant by "untrained" but she didn't think he was talking about training her up as a domestic! Maybe he was kidding? she hoped, but his next comment was the death knell for that little spark of hope. "Who gives a fuck if she knows or not? She is not going to say or do anything about it now... You hear that darlin... you know exactly what that means... don't you?"

Katlyn didn't exactly know what he was talking about, but she knew it was not good, really not good, pretty fucking awful actually" Greg seemed like the softer of the two, but clearly Brian was in command. Turning to him she dropped to her knees again pleading for all she was worth. "I dont know what you mean, what your intentions are, but please please dont hurt me! Please I beg you, just let me go! Please! " Sobbing she trailed off, trying to suppress her tears. If her brother had taught her anything, it was that men hated crying women - at best it made them uncomfortable, at worst it angered them, and she didn't want to worsen her situation, if that was even possible.

Greg walked towards Katlyn, reaching into his pocket and said, "It is time for your owners to talk." He pulled out the ball gag and pushed it into her mouth and strapped it down hard enough to keep her from pushing it out with her tongue and jaw. He then grabbed her by the hair and looked at Brian and said, "Look, we don't get many of these honeypots like this one. What is the harm in keeping one? We always sell them off?"

"Yes! We do always sell them off for 10K apiece. We got a good thing going on here with this business! Don't go fucking up by growing a conscious!" Brian turned and walked towards the kitchen and pulled out a beer.

"We don't need the money! We got plenty. I just want to keep this one. Just this one." Gre said with almost a sound of desperation.

"We already sold her remember. We are turning her over in the morning!" Brian barked back.

"We haven't collected any money though. We can just tell him that she escaped." Greg offered up.

"NO!" Brian said slamming the fridge. He looked down to Katlyn and said, "She is going to be sold to Cookie, then sent to the mafia. Her fate is sealed."

"Okay... tell you what. I will buy her then." Greg said, "I have that kind of money. I will buy her and give you the money. You get what you need and all you have to say is..."

Brian walked angrily towards him and said, "NO! NO FUCKING WAY!!!" He grabbed her by the hair and said, "She is sleeping with me tonite." He pulled her away and into the bedroom, leaving Greg alone to his thoughts...

Katlyn's heart sank as the words "sold" and "mafia" sank in, this was going from bad to worse. The ball gag cut off any chance she had to plead her case, although, given the level of success Greg had, it would have been a waste of time! She had no money, but if she had, she would have thrown it in with Greg, to secure her place with him, figuring him to be the lessor of two evils.

Instead, she was roughly thrust throughthe door to Brian's room, for what she guessed would be a rough night. Quickly analysing her situation, she decided to do all in her power to endear herself to Brian, however demeaning that might be. It was most likely futile, but she needed to grasp any possible chance, it would be critical to her ultimate survival.

Brian threw her onto his bed, where she bounced off it and into the floor on the other side! He then looked at her and said, "Where you going?" He walked around the bed and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back to the bed and pushed her onto it, face down! He moved in close to her ear and whispered, "What is the matter bitch? Think you don't deserve this? Think it is not fair? You were willing to sell yourself for a cheeseburger and I bet you are willing to do a whole more with so much more at stake?"

He smiled and licked her ear lobe and then said, "Have you ever been fucked anally before? Guess you are going to get to try that..." He unzipped his pants once more, his cock oddly hard yet again and dipped his dick into her still lubed pussy... then pulled out and pushed slowly into her ass!!!!!

Katlyn was REALLY scared now, removed from greg's calming influence, and stuck with the hardass. She'd just dragged herself to her knees and was trying to stand, when he came around and pushed her face down on the bed, saying he was going to take her ass!

"nooooooo!" she cried, but with the ball gag, the only sound was a moan. An older boyfriend had wanted to take her ass, and finally she had agreed to let him, but the pain had been excrutiating and he hadn't breached her, before she'd pushed him away. There was no pushing Brian away! He'd already forced his way partway in. It hurt and burned, and she was sure he was ripping her in two!

She clenched her sphincter muscel hard and when that was being breached, she tried to push out, and force him out, although it seemed to have the opposite effect, and he continued to thrust in a bit, out a tiny bit. She'd felt a pop and thought he'd ruptured her. The more she cried (muffled though it was) and struggled, and bucked, trying to dislodge him, the more excited the detective seemed to get

"Yeah!!! You fight it! it is better when you fight!" He spoke in a deadly and low tone! He finally said, "Get used to being fucked in the ass! You are going to love it... you slut!" He continued hard into her and inch by inch he made it deeper into her!!! He reached down and spread her ass cheeks so wide and then with a hard plunge, drove deep to the hilt in her ass!!!!!

Greg, in the meantime, stood just outside the door and listened. It was killing him to hear what he was doing to her. He reached up to knock on the door... then stopped and headed to his own room.

Oh Stop! Please Stop! It hurts! It hurts! Katlyn was screaming, but of course with the ball gag, the only noise to emerge was moans and groans. Brians comment that it was better when she fought, should have taken the fight out of her, but her instinct was to writhe and try to buck him off.

He pulled on her arms, using them to help his forward propulsion, power fucking her poor abused ass. Then he began to spank her! Please no! she thought, not that. She had had a boyfriend who liked to spank her during sex, and it had turned her on in a big way, and sure enough, the heat spreading through her ass cheeks was now having the same effect.

She was NOT going to come for this brute! No way! But as he continued, he shifted his position so he was squatting behind her, and like this, he not only thrust much harder, but he hit a spot inside her that was really sensitive, and to her horror, Katlyn felt her climax begin to build. She began to think of every horrible, disgusting thing she could, trying to stave off the orgasm.

Brian's taking her like this made her feel dirty, used, possessed, and some little part inside her enjoyed it, and the rest of her was trying desperately to squash that! What had he said "Get used to being fucked in the ass! You are going to love it... you slut!" Katlyn feared there may be a grain of truth in there somewhere, although she desperately did not want that.

Hearing the change in his breathing, and feeling Brian swell further, she knew he was about to cum and she relaxed, let her gaurd down, thinking that she had avoid the worst, but as she did so the worst manifested itself, and she came, shuddering and moaning, humiliated at reaching climax with this horrible thug.

Brian laughed hard as he felt her cumming for him! He let his own seed blast into her ass and fill her with his white sticky hot treat! He then leaned into her ear and said, "Told you you would like it. Oh what a slut you are!"

He pulled out of her and then grabbed her by her hair and pushed her onto the bed. He then slid up next to her and said, "Let's get some sleep.. Perhaps I will get one more out of you before we turn you over tomorrow." Despite her cries and horrible sounds of fear, Brian fell sleep like a baby.

Greg waited two hours after the noise had died down. He knew Brian would be asleep and somehow doubt Katlyn would be doing the same. He had sat on the corner of his bed the entire time just waiting. Finally he made his move. He stood up walked out of the room and then opened the door to Brian's room. He was curled up to her, both still naked. He could see her eyes shift to see him and widen with hope.

The truth was he could not let her go anymore than Brian could. Greg preferred to send her on a better fate in which her body would not be used as a rag toy... He put a finger to his mouth indicating silence and then walked towards her and eased her out from Brian's grip slowly. He helped her to her feet and then led her from the bedroom.

Greg took her to the living room and said, "I don't have the key to your cuffs. Brian does. I am sorry..." He led her to the couch and pulled out the gag and said, "Listen. You are in a lot of trouble. There is no doubt about that. But I need to know something. Something important. Do you want to stay with me?"