Undercover Cop – Captured

“Where’s Brandi? She was supposed to come with us.”

“Haven’t you heard?!”

“Heard what?”

“That bitch is a cop!”

“No shit!”

“Yeah! Tony caught her. She’s now in Lorenzo’s dungeon. We’re all going there to shag her.”

“What about the job?”

“Tony said there’s still time. Enough for everyone to fuck that treacherous cunt.”

“Holy shit! I wanted to fuck her pussy from the day she showed up.”

“We all did. Let’s go before Lorenzo ruins her.”

“Tony’s going too?”

“Nah. I think he fucked her enough already.”

INTRODUCTION

Brandi’s real name was Angelica Cox and she indeed was a police officer. The only reason she did not become a fighter was because she was too smart. She had the posture, strength and tenacity, but her brain would simply not have enough challenges in a ring, no matter the sport. Which job is adequate when you are strong AND smart? When Angel was twenty she had thought that joining the police sounded like a good idea. Eleven years later detective Cox thought it was an awesome idea. That was right before she went undercover.

Since we mentioned… Cox. Having a last name the same as a Hollywood/TV celebrity is cool, right? Well, maybe in Hollywood, where sexual services for directors or producers in exchange for a role are customary (unless these men prefer little boys), being named “COCKS’ is fine. It is a completely different matter in the police, where a day without a sexual joke or innuendo is considered wasted. Exchanges like the one below were pretty common.

“Hey, Cocks! Do you like ’em Big and Black?”

“I might’ve, but your mother hoards them all.”

But Angel Cox was born standing tall and talking back, so she was in her element. She could not imagine being a Hollywood prostitute (also known as an actress), just with a different kind of currency. And when she stood, she was indeed tall.

Angelica was a real amazon, 180 centimetres tall, athletic body, broad shoulders, full firm round buttocks from infinite number of squats, endless powerful legs and surprisingly large natural D-cup breasts, which looked perfectly sized for her wide chest. Complete the look with a gorgeous (but not angelic) face, large round blue eyes, long thick wavy blonde hair and you’ll get a detective that does not look like one at all. But just like Colombo had used his clumsiness to his advantage, so did Angel with her sexbomb looks. No-one expected a big brain to go with such a body; they were all in for a surprise.

Double surprise even, because Angel took as much care of her body as of her mind. She regularly worked out hard, she stretched twice a day and she practiced martial arts. She became a warrior after all, but not a mindless gladiator serving only for the purpose of entertaining equally mindless crowds.

Angel’s outfits did not exactly follow the dress code of her work place. Short skirts, high heels, tight pants, deep cleavages – she wore them all and almost miraculously never got in any serious trouble with her superiors. Of course there were some who claimed that her entire career was based on sexual favors, but they simply envied her good looks and intellect.

Angelica was still single and did not have any mid-term plans of changing that status. She had a difficult character, narcissistic personality and was as much dedicated to personal improvement as to her work. A relationship would only get in the way. That did not mean she shied away from men, quite the opposite. She had a stable company of friends with benefits with whom she regularly met. She preferred to avoid “romancing” with colleagues, but was not completely against that idea. She was not a “never say never” kind of person though, after all she had said “Never!” to drugs; she had enough excitement in her life (including sex), that she did not need any artficial supplements. “Drugs are for stupid people” was her motto and she hated stupid people.

THE DUNGEON

To say that Angelica was in a difficult situation would be an understatement. Although as long as she was alive there still was a chance, not only of escaping, but also calling backup and putting all the gangsters behind bars. Even when captured she still had the ambition of not merely surviving, but also emerging victorious. But right now she was mentally preparing for the torment that inevitably awaited her.

Currently Angelica was nude and immobilised on a bondage device which was some kind of modified bench. She was on all fours with her knees spread wide, her entire body was elevated, so that her pussy was at the level of an average man’s crotch. The device was designed for kinky sexual play, not torment, so it was not as uncomfortable as one might fear. There were leather cushions under Angelica’s knees and elbows, the straps that locked her were tight, but reasonably soft; thank God for small favours. Lorenzo was the dungeon-master and the man who had strapped the detective in her predicament; he used a large knife as a motivation.

The knife might have been unnecessary. As tall, strong and agile Angelica was, Lorenzo was bigger and stronger. He was almost a giant with huge bulky muscles and plenty of experience in street brawls. He knew all the dirty tricks which Angelica might use against him in combat, so in a straight up fight she stood no chances. If she wanted to fight him, she would need to attack him at a moment when he was vulnerable. Right now she was the vulnerable one.

“Don’t look so proud anymore, huh, cunt?”

Lorenzo had always been an asshole, his behaviour towards Angelica did not change because she was in bondage, but because she lost the boss’ protection.

“We’re going to have so much fun together. Aren’t you excited, cunt?”

The detective did not answer, not only because the question was rhetorical, but also because of a large ball-gag in her mouth.

“Ah, you can’t speak, I forgot.”

Lorenzo undid the leather strap that held the gag on the back of Angelica’s head and removed the toy.

“The boys will want to fuck that loud mouth of yours. I could always use an O-ring, but I don’t like ’em. Blowjobs just don’t feel the same. You’ll suck ’em without the ring and you’ll do a good job. You hear me?”

Angelica remained silent.

SLAP!

“Ahh!”

A leather belt landed hard on the woman’s buttocks.

“I asked you a question, cunt!”

“Yes, I hear you,” was the detective’s response.

“Good. I’ll tell you why you’ll do a good job.”

Lorenzo moved to the front of Angelica, so she could see him. In one hand he was holding the belt he just used, in the other he had the knife. He grabbed the woman by her hair and jerked her head upwards. Lorenzo put the knife to her cheek, he pressed it hard enough to draw a drop of blood.

“If your teeth even brush a cock, I’ll cut off your tongue. Then I’ll cut off your ears and nipples. I’ll cut out your pussy later, after we fucked it. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I understand.”

Angelica was aware that Lorenzo was capable of performing such acts.

“Sir,” the thug added.

“I understand, sir.”

“That’s a good slut.”

Angelica submitted so easily for a reason and it was not just the threat of being mutilated. Before starting the undercover mission she underwent a training which, among other things, included instructions for the operative on how to act when discovered; female spies received a similar training. Upon capture there was always the risk for female operatives of being raped. Unless there was a chance of escaping the captured agents were supposed not to resist and if she could put a good enough act, she could try feigning pleasure. The goal was to minimise the risk that the captors would use violence, so the operative might later get a chance of escaping. Supposedly the best kind of behavior was to passively submit, remain reluctant and feign that your body was “betraying” you when being raped. It sounded bizarre, but the shrinks claimed that this was the most effective method of avoiding serious violence. Lorenzo had already used a belt, but for him it was not violence, but BDSM; he was not the one to bother with consent though. It was the knife that Angelica wanted to avoid and to do that she was willing to play any role.

The detective might have been brave, proud and tough, but she was also smart enough to realise that her life was at stake. The fear which she felt was not paralyzing, but she was afraid nevertheless. She was also angry, not necessarily at Lorenzo, she had other negative feelings reserved for him, but at herself. Angelica was now aware that she had been too self-confident and did not realise that Tony was suspecting something. The boss caught her just as she was about to call the back-up, turning her complete victory into a defeat. Not yet a defeat, she reminded herself.

Slap!

The belt hit again, but it was not as hard as previously. It was not a punishment, but something that Lorenzo considered to be a “playful” foreplay. The detective could easily bear such spanking, but she feared that the night would bring worse torments.

Slap!

“I’ll need to get you ready for the boys, slut. We don’t want to spoil their fun, do we?”

Slap!

“Answer me, cunt.”

“No, sir. We don’t want to spoil their fun.”

“Beg me to make your holes wet, slut.”

Slap!

“Please, sir. Make my holes wet,” Angelica’s voice was hollow with traces of masked hostility.

Slap!

“I’m not convinced. You’ll need to do better than that.”

It was obvious to Angelica that Lorenzo wanted mostly to humiliate her. But her pride was not hurt too much; as long as the knife stayed away and she was not seriously hurt, she considered herself to be winning. Despite the harsh circumstances right now the detective was the one manipulating the thug, not the other way around. And if she was about to get gang-raped lubricant was very much welcome.

“I beg you, sir,” Angelica tried to add some emotions to her voice, so that it did not sound too flat, “please make my holes wet, so that all the boys can fuck me good.”

Slap!

“Better, but you still have a lot to learn.”

Slap!

Lorenzo stepped away and a few moments later Angelica felt something being pressed against her vaginal lips. The object did not go inside, but remained in place even when the man let it go, so the bench must have had a rack of sorts included. Soon the detective felt vibrations.

“Mmh!” a short moan of surprise escaped her lips.

When Lorenzo talked about getting her wet she thought he meant a lubricant.

“I knew you’d like it, slut,” the man commented with amusement in his voice.

Angelica could easily imagine the perverted smile of satisfaction on his face; she hoped that she would get a chance to remove it.

“We’re just getting started,” the thug added.

The detective felt something cold being poured onto her anus; so the lube was included as well.

“I bet you love getting your ass fucked, don’ you, slut?”

“Yes, sir. I love getting my ass fucked.”

Angelica tried to sound convincing, but she was not too experienced at silly dirty talking; apparently it was good enough for Lorenzo.

“I thought so. Whores like you love anal.”

Angelica wondered whether her tormentor was actually so delusional or simply got into the role-play so swiftly. Did he really believe that an undercover cop was a slut in hiding? Or maybe he simply thought that such dirty talking would humiliate her further. In both cases he was mostly wrong; mostly but not completely. The entire ordeal was obviously humiliating, but if Angelica managed to survive that day any injuries to her pride would be meaningless. She also was not a slut, but did have a high libido and was far from being a prude. The detective took the undercover job knowing well that it would likely include having sex with the boss. She had to admit that he had fucked her rather well, although in the current circumstances this might be a poor choice of words.

“Loosen up, slut. Here comes the treat.”

Angelica felt something being pushed into her anus. Lorenze was not known for being gentle, so she relaxed her sphincter as best as she could. The toy that entered her ass had been lubricated too and was not as big as the detective had feared; it went in relatively smoothly.

“Ooh!” a short groan was Angelica’s only reaction.

“Too small for you, slut?”

The woman remained silent, thinking this was just a rhetorical question; even if Lorenzo did not know that word.

Slap!

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, sir. It’s too small.”

Angelica’s voice again carried little emotions, but the thug did not seem to be bothered at all.

“No worries. That can be easily fixed.”

“Ah!” the detective gasped when the toy inside of her ass began to swell.

“I knew you’d like it. They’re made for sluts like you.”

“Mhmm!” Angelica’s moan was genuine.

The plug inside of her ass kept growing and it was not a sensation she had been expecting; it was not exactly unpleasant either. The detective was moderately attracted to anal sex, so she knew more or less how to behave and what to expect; ‘less’ seemed to be the more approriate description right now.

Lorenzo pumped the toy up to a sizable girth, then placed the pump on Angelica’s back. She had had her ass fucked by large cocks in the past, but neither of them seemed to be as thick. It was an… interesting feeling to have such a girth inside of once anus, without having to experience it passing the sphincter. The thug then turned the vibration’s speed up forcing another moan out of the woman.

“Do you like it so far, slut?”

Slap!

“Ah! Yes, sir. I love it.”

“Don’t you think I deserve thanks, cunt?”

Slap!

“Ah! Thank you, sir.”

“It’s going to get even better, slut.”

Slap!

Lorenzo hit Angelica’s ass with the belt a few more times. The swats were moderately hard and the pain was bearable, although it began to mount up. The detective was certain that her buttocks were pink by now. The vibrator was doing its job as well. If it continued to buzz on her pussy she would soon not need to pretend that her body was betraying her. Lorenzo was an evil bastard, but apparently he knew which buttons on the female body to press.

The thug put the belt away and moved to Angelica’s side. He squatted down and began to play with her breasts; he was not as rough as she had feared. His touch obviously was not a gentle caress, but it was not causing her any pain either. Reluctantly Angelica had to admit that the bastard was giving her some pleasure.

“Mhmm,” the detective moaned softly, this again was not acting.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun,” Lorenzo repeated.

He fondled her breasts until they heard a doorbell. Even when expecting guests Lorenzo always locked his dungeon.

“Here they are,” he announced, “I hope that you’re warmed up already.”

Before leaving to open the door the thug turned the vibrator to maximum speed and pumped up the anal plug.

“MHMM! Angelica reacted with a louder groan.

She was trying to mentally prepare for what was to come. Fear was the dominant feeling, but because of all the toys it was beginning to mix with arousal. She hoped that it would help her with the act, as well as to simply endure the ordeal.

Lorenzo went to open the door and soon Angelica could hear the voices of the incoming men. The detective did not need to count them, she knew how many were coming. The gang consisted of eleven men, including Lorenzo and Tony. She expected that the boss would not show up, but was certain that the rest of the thugs would not miss the opportunity of fucking her. Ten men was not exactly the world record, right? The lame joke did not help, Angelica was still afraid. She was horny as well, the vibrator had done its job, her pussy seemed wet enough. She was somewhat amazed by the reaction of her own body, she had thought that the stress would destroy any chances of arousal, apparently her body operated on its own terms; hopefully it was as resilient as it was ‘brave’.

THE GANGBANG

The men entered the room, but Angelica in her predicament was facing the opposite direction, so she could not see them.

“Now look at that!”

“Brandi the bimbo, the boss’ bitch.”

“Look at you, Carlo. You’re a fucking poet.”

“Yeah, and now I’ll be a poet fucking.”

The bunch laughed at the lame joke. All but Lorenzo, who was busy removing the toys; fortunately for Angelica he deflated the plug before pulling it out of her ass.

“She’s ready and waiting,” he said when he finished, “aren’t you, cunt?”

“Yes, sir,” the detective said what was expected of her.

“Damn, Lorenzo! You trained her already?”

“She’s a cock hungry slut. Just one push was all it took. She’ll beg for your cocks and thank you afterwards. Isn’t it right, slut?”

“Yes, sir. Please, fuck me.”

Angelica wanted to sound excited, hoping that the thugs would buy her act. She was mostly afraid though and that emotion prevailed in her voice. Apparently it was satisfying for the gangsters; they either wanted to believe that or simply did not care and just wanted to fuck her.

“Fuck yeah! I never thought I’d see this bitch begging, especially for a cock.”

Slap!

Someone spanked her ass with his bare hand, then began to grope it. Another man approached her from the front, she recognised him as Luis, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.

“Want my cock, bitch?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Beg for it!”

“Please, sir. Let me suck your cock.”

“I’m gonna give you my cock, all right. I’m gonna fuck that bitchy face of yours.”

With that he let her hair go and unzipped his pants. Soon a cock was shoved into Angelica’s mouth; fortunately for her this one was relatively small. The other man fingered her pussy for a short time, but soon she received a cock there too; she assumed it was Carlo’s. A few men were touching her body and talking obscenities. Angelica could do nothing, but relax as best as she could in the dreadful circumstances and take it all.

In the gang’s authorities Carlo was Tony’s right hand, but the rest of the hierarchy was informal. The detective did not care in what order the thugs intended to fuck her, although she hoped that Tyrone and Jerome, the two black men, would be last, as they were in everything. Supposedly their cocks were as large as the stereotype goes.

Luis was not gentle, but considering the size of his cock the face-fucking was bearable. Angelica was no stranger to blowjobs and had performed a fair share of deep-throats; she would have never guessed that the experience would come in handy in such circumstances.

The man who entered her pussy was better endowed, but equally not gentle; yet he cared for his own comfort and the detective was wet enough, so she was spared any actual pain. From that point onwards the only thing she could do was to endure. Once the two men began to spit-roast her they no longer cared about any acts; their own physical pleasure was more important to them than the humiliation of their victim. There was still the dirty talking, but Angelica treated it like background noise. The groping was somewhat worse, the thugs’ hands were rough and possessive; they were not harmful though, so the detective could bear them too.

Luis’ stamina was as unimpressive as his size. Angelica had no way to count the time, but it would have been not enough to satisfy any woman during a normal intercourse. He grabbed her hair and pushed his whole cock into her mouth, it did not reach too deep. The cumshot was as poor as the rest of the performance. The detective suspected that Luis never fucked hookers together with other thugs and decided to join the gangbang only to be able to degrade her.

“Swallow it all, slut!” Luis tried to make up for the shortcomings with ‘dominant’ talk, but his comrades did not buy it. The detective at least had to pretend that she did.

“Thank me, bitch!”

“Thank you, sir, for fucking my mouth.”

“That’s right! You’ll get more later, cunt.”

Angelica wished that the entire gang was equally pathetic. Her wish was not granted; as soon as Luis walked away another thug replaced him, Miguel was his name. When he wiped out his sizeable penis the detective realised that the next face-fucking was going to be tougher. Miguel valued sex over conversation, so he did not order her to beg; he just grabbed Angelica’s head and she had to focus mostly on breathing.

Carlo who was using her pussy was straightforward as well, after initial few slaps on her buttocks he simply grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard. His shoves were deep and the angle just right; in normal circumstances Angelica might have considered it pleasurable, she was not the ont to say ‘no’ to rough sex. But… maybe her body was betraying her after all, and no acting was necessary. Did… did the cock in her pussy really begin to feel nice? If it did, would that be a bad thing? The detective obviously hated being in her predicament, but if the gangrape turned out to be even a tiny bit pleasurable she would not protest; in a weird sense it might even help her survive.

Miguel’s size proved to be somewhat challenging. Angelica tried to relax her throat muscles the best she could, but the position was not optimal for deepthroating. Miguel was rough and gave her barely enough space to breath; she was gagging and gurgling, the noises of her struggle amused the other thugs. They were all enjoying the detective’s humiliation and impatiently awaited their turn.

Carlo’s stamina was better than Luis’, but eventually he climaxed too and shot his much larger load inside of Angelica’s pussy. He slapped her ass hard one more time and stepped away to free the post for a next man. When someone was about to step in Miguel spoke:

“Wait! Use the bitch’s mouth first. I wanna fuck that pussy.”

Apparently the other man wordlessly agreed, because Miguel withdrew his penis from Angelica’s mouth and for a short moment she could breathe freely. The new cock belonged to Mario and was longer than the detective would like it to be.

“Hungry for more cock, bitch?” Mario asked.

“Yes, sir,” Angelica did not say more, because she was still stabilising her breath.

“Sir, I like that. Beg for it slut!”

“Please, sir. Let me suck your cock.”

“Yeah, I will,” convincing the thugs was not too difficult in that regard, “I wanted to see you like that for too long, bitch. I’m gonna fuck that bitchy face of yours.”

Mario’s penis was bigger than his vocabulary, but the detective was not in the mood to appreciate that joke.

When they were having the not-at-all pleasant conversation Miguel walked to Angelica’s other side; Carlo’s cum already began to ooze out of her pussy and stream down her leg. The thug shoved his penis into her pussy in one smooth motion; he was forcefull, but she was stretched by Carlo and additionally lubricated by his cumshot.

“Ahh!” the detective groaned involuntarily.

“The bitch loves it!” Mario said with a grin, “time to shut up, slut.”

He finally shoved his penis into Angelica’s mouth; she wished he had continued the dumb ‘coversation’. Once again the detective was being spitroasted by two sizable penises; the man might have changed, but the activity looked basically the same. Although… Angelica’s state was different, she was feeling genuinely aroused. The pounding which her pussy was receiving was making her hornier despite the rough face-fucking and the struggle for breath it caused. Miguel, just like Carlo before him, had an impressive stamina and fucked her at the right angle.

Angelica did her best to remain aware of the surroundings, but when one is having their face fucked it is difficult to focus on anything else apart from breathing. She was aware of the hands constantly groping her exposed body, but little else. Among other things she had completely lost the sense of passage of time. The detective’s limited world now consisted only of rough men with their large cocks… and her own growing arousal.

Then it hit her. Angelica’s body tensed and began to tremble with an orgasm. She lost all focus and started to choke on the penis in her mouth; feeling that something has changed Mario withdrew it. The detective had to struggle for breath, but despite that the whole gang could hear her ecstatic moans.

“MHMMM! AAAH!”

Angelica had never been a true screamer, but something inside of her head must have switched.

“Shit, man! This bitch is cumming!” Mario exclaimed enthusiastically.

“Told you she loves it.”

“Holy fuck! What a slut!”

“Fuck her harder!”

The two men who were groping her breasts squeezed them harder and pinched her nipples.

“AAHHH!!” a high-pitched lustful cry escaped from Angelica’s mouth.

The detective’s vaginal muscles clenched tightly around the cock which was filling it. The additional pressure was too much for Miguel who joined her in the climax; his cumshot was equally voluminous as that of Carlo. Mario kept his hard cock right in front of Angelica’s face, but let her breath and moan freely; he kept holding her hair though. Mario did not have enough patience to let the detective finish her orgasm, he eventually silenced her moans by shoving his cock back into her mouth. Miguel finally shot the last drop, withdrew his cock and stepped aside. He slapped her buttock hard before leaving, apparently that was a custom of sorts. The man who has been squeezing Angelica’s left breast and whom she identified as Hector moved in to take the vacant spot. Another load of semen began to ooze out of her vagina.

The detective’s pussy was still twitching and it could use some rest, but she was aware that there was no point in asking for mercy; she could not talk with a penis in her mouth anyway. Then she felt the lubricant being poured onto her anus, apparently her pussy was going to get some rest after all; everything comes at a price though. Hector was not gentle, but his cock was of average size and Lorenzo’s plug had done its job; the intrusion was not pleasant, but bearable. Angelica’s grunt was muffled by the cock fucking her mouth. Speaking of which it turned out that Mario’s stamina was not too impressive, he soon pulled out his penis and shot his load all over the detective’s face.

“Yeah! Fuckkk… take this, bitch! Thank me for the make-up, slut.”

“Thank you, sir,” was all Angelica could say while struggling for breath.

She closed her eyes not to get hit by the cumshot.

“Mhm! Fuck yeah, bitch! That was good.”

As Mario kept talking he smeared his semen over the detective’s face with his penis. She was not sure whether that was better or worse from having to swallow it. Finally the thug went away. The empty spot was instantly filled by the man who had been groping Angelica’s breasts, his name was Juan. Hector grabbed the detective’s hips and began to pound her ass hard and fast.

“Oof! Oof!”

The men could hear her grunts while her mouth was still unoccupied.

“You like it, bitch?” Juan asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“You love to have your ass fucked, don’t you, slut?”

“Yes, sir. I love having my ass fucked,” Angelica kept repeating the phrases almost mechanically.

“Beg me to fuck your face, bitch.”

“Please, fuck my face with your cock, sir.”

“A slut like you can do better.”

It turned out that Juan was the more talkative and demanding one; the detective realised that she needed to be a bit more creative. “Maybe he can’t get hard otherwise,” Angelica though, but aloud she said:

“Please, sir, I beg you. Fuck my slutty mouth with your huge cock and feed me your cum. I’m hungry for more.”

She hoped that this would satisfy him, but also welcomed any chance to let her mouth and throat rest; such silly talking was better than getting face-fucked. And the morons thought they were humiliating her that way.

“That’s better, bitch. I’ll feed you good.”

“Are these idiots even aware how dumb they sound?” Angelica thought to herself before she had to focus on cocksucking. She also began to contemplate the recent event; the detective was genuinely astonished by her own orgasm. Sure, she might have had a high libido and did enjoy rough sex, but this was a fucking gangrape; done by gangsters who could as well kill her afterwards. Yes, she had been aware of her growing arousal, but she would never expect it could end in a climax. Not that this was a bad thing, it surely helped with enduring the torment and somewhat altered the thugs’ behavior, thus increasing Angelica’s chances of survival. Climax in such circumstances could be considered somewhat shameful and if (when, not if, she corrected herself) she was going to get out of there she would not brag about it, but she surely was not going to feel bad because of it either.

Angelica’s ass was receiving a pounding, but at least her pussy got a rest, one it deserved after the intense climax. That was more than her mouth could hope for. Juan, finally satisfied with her detective’s begging, shove his penis into her mouth and began to face-fuck her; fortunately his cock was smaller than average. There seemed to be a correlation between the size of their penises and the need to verbally humiliate the victim. Not that Angelica focused on psychology too much at that moment.

This time the spit-roasting was more monotonous and brought in no pleasure. It was not painful, but quite uncomfortable; overall bearable though. Angelica still had enough mental and physical strength to endure the torment. her breast kept being groped, as did the rest of her body, but that was the least bad part of the whole experience. Unsurprisingly it was Juan who climaxed first, although the detective suspected that he lasted a bit longer than Mario; not that she cared.

“Yeah, bitch! Swallow it. Mhmm… fuckkk… such a slut.”

The cumshot was not impressive, but after the throat-pie Angelica still had to struggle for breath.

“I bet you loved it, bitch.”

Of course he could not simply walk away.

“Yes, sir,” The detective replied between the coughs, “I love it. Thank you.”

“Dirty slut.”

Before leaving Juan smeared the mixture of their fluids on Angelica’s face with his softening cock. José immediately replaced him, as Hector kept fucking her ass. José had a larger penis than his predecessor and the ‘conversation’ with him ended at one line.

“Open your dirty mouth wide, bitch.”

He was not too aggressive with the face fucking though, it was almost a normal blowjob; at least as normal as current situation allowed. Most importantly Angelica could finally breathe normally.

Hector had decent stamina, but eventually shot his load inside of the detective’s anus.

“Nice tight ass,” he said when he performed the mandatory goodbye-slap.

José immediate left Angelica’s mouth and filled the vacant spot; he too chose to fuck her ass. His penis was slightly larger than Hector’s, but at least he added some lube before entering her hole; plus there was the cumshot which did not even get the chance to ooze out. José’s anal fucking was a lot rougher than the blowjob, apparently that was what he had been craving. The thug also kept grunting and muttering some dirty talk under his breath.

When José left to fuck her ass Angelica was presented with her first black cock that day, it belong to Jerome. Unfortunately the black thug lived up to the reputation (and stereotype), his penis was incredibly long, but also unproportionally thin; to the detective it looked quite silly. She did not get the chance to observe it for too long, because it was shoved into her mouth.

“Open up, bitch!” Jerome said as he pushed his cock beyond her lips.

She expected to gag on it, but to her surprise the thug did not push it too deep. Jerome, like José before him, kept muttering words like “Take it, slut” or “Swallow it, bitch”, but he was not overly forceful. Angelica had to swallow the cock a few times and gagged now and then, but overall the experience was not as bad as she had feared; it did not mean at all that it could be called ‘good’.

José eventually shot his load into the detective’s ass, he was rather vocal about it, both in terms of groans and dirty talking; one more hard slap and he was gone. Jerome moved to take his place, he chose pussy instead of ass. There were still the remnants of previous cumshots and his cock was slippery from Angelica’s saliva; yet she worried about his size. She had been fucked by huge cocks in her past, but back then her lovers were careful and considerate; she was not expecting gentle treatment from the thug.

Her worries were doubled when Tyrone approached her face. His penis was not as long, but significantly thicker. It was then that Jerome shoved his cock into her pussy.

“Aahh!” the detective cried out loudly, more in shock than pain.

The thug’s loins hit her buttocks and she could feel his penis reaching the limits of her vagina. If not for the earlier fucking and the orgasm she might have been hurt. The initial shock was not pleasant, but as least she now knew that her pussy should emerge whole from the fucking. Tyrone listened with perverted pleasure to Angelica’s moans, as he continued to slap her face with his cock. Eventually he got bored and shoved it into her mouth; the girth stretched her jaws to their limit.

This was by far the worst part of the entire gangbang, Jerome showed the detective’s pussy no mercy while Tyrone roughly fucked her mouth. She gagged, gurgled and struggled for breath, but the thug remained merciless. Angelica completely lost the sense of time and was slowly beginning to lose consciousness as well, due to the lack of oxygen. Finally the massive cock was taken out of her mouth. The reason for that was Jerome’s climax, he had shot a voluminous load inside of Angelica’s pussy and she did not even notice. Tyrone moved to take the vacant spot and in one smooth motion pushed his thick penis into the detective’s tormented vagina; she did not even have enough breath to moan. Jerome was not done with her though, he still wanted to humiliate her some more. He slapped her face with his softening penis and smeared the mixture of bodily fluids over it; he kept calling her names the entire time. It was unpleasant, but she was too busy with regaining her breath to be bothered by his actions. Finally he got bored and went away.

Angelica was left with only Tyrone and his massive cock ravaging her pussy. The sensation was intense and she could not hold back the groans and grunts that escaped from her mouth; she hoped that the thug’s stamina was poor. Unfortunately Tyrone fucked her for a few more minutes before he finally emptied his balls into her pussy. A tiny part of her mind wondered whether she could climax from such treatment; she suppressed these thoughts, considering them a result of the lack of oxygen. The thug slapped her ass, but at least he skipped the face-smearing part.

ALONE WITH THE DUNGEON-MASTER

The nine men zipped up their pants and left, only Lorenzo remained; the others had a ‘job’ to do; this job was the very reason the undercover operation took place. Angelica was supposed to gain the gang’s trust, learn the time and location, then inform the rest of the police; she failed at the last task. The frustration of the failure was even stronger than the rage after being gang-raped; and the rape part was not over yet. Lorenzo’s penis remained in his pants the entire time, but Angelica feared that this was about to change. After the gangbang she had enough cocks, especially large ones, but needed to find enough inner strength to endure one more.

“Finally alone again,” Lorenzo said, “I bet you’re still hungry for cock, huh, cunt?”

“Yes, sir,” Angelica offered him the lie he expected.

“I have something just for you. But I wanna see your face when I fuck you.”

The thug walked to the detective’s face, he was again holding the knife. He squatted down, grabbed her chin and lifted her head. He looked into her eyes as he spoke:

“I’ll release you and fuck you good in a more comfortable position, but you’ll need to be a good girl. Remember, the cutting is still an option. Understood?”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be a good girl,” Angelica’s voice sounded honest, fear does that to people.

Fighting the armed Lorenzo would be a real challenge, even if she was in top form. Currently she was stiff from the bondage and exhausted from the gangbang. If the detective was to stand any chances against the thug he needed to be exposed and vulnerable, until then she would need to play “the good girl”.

“I know you will,” Lorenzo replied with an unpleasant smile on his face, “I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

The thug returned to Angelica’s back and she could hear him put away the knife.

“You know what, bitch,” he said as if considering something, “I think this scene deserves to be remembered better. When Brandi the bitch got turned into Lorenzo’s little slut,” the thug chuckled.

The detective was not sure what he meant and for a moment nothing happened. “What is he doing?” she thought. Then she saw him with a phone in his hand moving to her side and then front. He was taking photos!

“You’ll love to see them later!” he said with a grin.

Eventually Lorenzo put away the phone, although Angelica was not able to see the location. She then felt a wet wipe on her crotch. Lorenzo was cleaning her up! Obviously his motives were not selfless, but still it was unexpected. Next he undid the straps that held her ankles. Lorenzo grabbed both ankles with his large palms and performed something resembling a massage; it felt surprisingly pleasant, although slightly less so, if one remembered about the knife. His hands then moved to the detective’s calves and slowly proceeded farther. Lorenzo continued to astonish Angelica, his touch was uniquely gentle, even when he reached her thighs and later buttocks, on both he spent a bit more time; it all felt almost like a caress. The detective expected to receive a slap on her ass at the end, but it did not come. Instead the thug stepped to her front again, undid the straps holding her hands, then helped her to get up.

Angelica was a big tough policewoman, but there and then, naked, exhausted and abused, she felt intimidated when standing next to the hug. He was almost a head taller than her and heavily muscled; he might have been forty to fifty kilos heavier than her. Still not saying anything Lorenzo reached with his palms and grabbed Angelica’s large breasts; again he was unexpectedly gentle. The thugs before him had groped her boobs roughly and possessively, he just fondled them softly. The touch itself might have been considered pleasant, but there was something creepy about the change of behavior. Angelica was fully aware that, while the knife remained on the bench, if still was a dangerous option.

“Let’s go to bed,” Lorenzo finally spoke.

He gestured with his head to a piece of furniture standing in the shade by the wall; it looked tidy and clean. Until now Angelica had not noticed that the entire “dungeon” was being kept in such a fashion. It might have been kinky and scary, but definitely was not dirty. Which should not be a surprise, sociopaths are often orderly people.The detective let herself be lead to the bed and obeyed when the thug said:

“Lie on your back.”

He left her there and went to collect several toys, the knife was among them. Angelica used the time not only to rest, but also to finally scan the environment. The room was rather spacious, about eight metres long and five wide. The bed was located by one of the shorter walls, the other end was dark, but there seemed to be a gate; there was a single door on the longer wall on Angelica’s left. The whole place did not look much like a basement; could this be a garage? If so it was good news, because it meant that they were not underground. The detective did not have the time to analyze the tools and devices, but she managed to locate Lorenzo’s phone and a stash of ropes lying near the bed. The thug himself was returning, he carried the knife, the inflatable plug from earlier and a few other toys.