"Go clean yourself."
He did not have to tell her twice. She got up from next to the kitchen table on which he had fucked her just a minute ago. On shaky legs she found her way to the bathroom. She looked like a mess. Her makeup was all over the place and thick strands of drying cum were everywhere. She really had been marked as a slut. But cum could be washed away. What was much more horrifying were the two words that were embroidered into her new black collar. Shiny fake diamonds spelled in bold letters: FUCK TOY. This she would not be able to wash away. She would deal with this later. She needed a shower, fast. Hot water washed over her body for nearly twenty minutes. After stepping out she had another close look at the collar. The lock was nothing but a flat box. There was no opening to pick and it showed no sign of how she could take it off. He had told her that it was a digital lock and she would need the key to get rid of it. The GPS tracker did not even matter. With those words on it she would never leave the house anyway. She wrapped a towel around her body and went to her room. Her bag was open and on the bed. Not where she had left it! She quickly checked its contents and all her normal clothes were gone. All she was left with were her new slutty outfits. She picked one and covered herself as best as she could, which made her look like a cheap hooker once again. She heard noises and when she opened the door she saw David carrying bags into the room next to her own. For a moment she just stood there, watching him. He put down the bags and approached her.
"No make-up? I can't approve of that, but for today I will leave you off the hook. You did great Kiddo. I am looking forward to working with you. This will be my room. I am moving in for now, as it will make things much easier. Come here. I will show you something you will like."
He sat down at a small desk and opened his laptop. Her gangbang video was still open, but on pause. He closed it and opened a file.
Recommendation Form
Concerning Louise Blanc, former officer at the Detroit Police Department, deputized to the Miami Police Department for a special investigation operation supervised by David Cardigan. For the past year officer Blanc has done extraordinary work leading to multiple arrests in a long term operation. She has shown exceptional dedication over the entire time. She endured discomfort and put back her personal needs for the greater good of society on multiple occasions. Her superior detective David Cardigan hereby highly recommends Officer Blanc to be taken up into any Department she wishes to work with.
"It is still a bit rough and I will adjust it in the coming month, but this is your future. Put a hand on your collar."
She touched the fabric.
"This is your cover, your false identity. Touch the lock."
She did as she was told.
"Remember this Kiddo. When you open it, there is an emblem of the Miami Police Department inside, along with an identification number. What you are wearing on the outside may not be what you would like, but on the inside it is your ticket to your future. Wear it with pride and as long as you need to. In one year I will take it off and you can start your career. You wear it on your own accord. If you don't want it, I will take it off now, leaving you to face the consequences back home. Do you want me to remove it?"
She stared blankly at him. Having a choice was even worse than being forced to wear it.
"No."
"Good girl. Undercover work is never pleasant. The whole reason it works is because brave cops like you are willing to take up a new identity which they normally would not choose. I trained men to think and act like drug dealers, drug traffickers and even murderers. If you think your job is harder than theirs, forget it. Am I taking advantage of you? Will I like my job? Hell yeah! But it is not even about me. In the end all that matters is the case. The sluttier I am making you, the higher are our chances for success. Do you understand that?"
"I ... yes, I understand."
"Good girl. Go get some rest. Tomorrow will be a long day."
Sleep did not come easy. When Louisa finally drifted into a light slumber she had disturbing sexual dreams and woke up several times breathing hard. She was aroused, which made her feel even worse. In the end she managed to get a few hours of deep sleep and woke up when her blinds were pulled and bright sunlight flooded the room. It took a few seconds until she realized where she was and when the haze lifted, she saw David standing naked at the window. His cock was on half-mast and he did not make any attempt to hide it from her.
"Get up Kiddo. I am going for a run and when I am back and showered I want you to be dressed and wearing makeup. Prepare breakfast. You have half an hour."
With that he disappeared and she fell back into her bed.
"Fuck."
Finally she got up and prepared herself. After a quick shower she slid into a way too short mini skirt and tank top. She applied makeup, but just enough to shut him up and then she went to the kitchen. A hot cup of coffee filled her with life and just when she finished it, she heard the door. With not much enthusiasm she prepared some scrambled eggs and toast and poured some more coffee. When he joined her, the only thing he was wearing was a t-shirt. His hair was wet from the shower and this time his cock was rock hard. She looked at him, then at his dick and turned around flustered. This man had no decency. He approached and stood behind her, looking over her shoulder while she was cooking. He did not touch her but she felt an unwanted amount of heat radiating from him and her groin was responding. She really had the body of a slut, she thought. Not only did she have the looks, it reacted in anticipation of him using her again. She turned around and pushed past him, careful not to touch him. Angrily she set down two plates.
"Only one set, slut. Put the other one away."
Apparently he had already eaten. Fuck him; she did not care eating alone. Her belly rumbled and she might even eat both portions. Her anger flared up even more, when he sat down in front of the only plate. Was he starving her now? Was this how it was going to be? She filled the plate, giving him a killer stare.
"Good girl. Now bring the coffee and sit on my lap."
She froze and looked at him baffled. He was naked below the waist line and his enormous dick stood at full mast. Slowly she moved towards him, contemplating pouring the hot coffee into his crotch. But she did no such thing. She set it down on the table. She quietly gasped, when his hand went between her bare legs and slowly crept past her inner knees up her thighs and finally found her center. He pushed her slip to the side and opened her folds.
"You are dripping wet already. Has my little fuck toy been dreaming about my cock?"
Embarrassed, she stood still while he finger fucked her cunt which was betraying her so badly.
"Well, I don't want to be rude and let you wait. Move over and sit on my cock, slut."
