"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 favours, 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 artificial 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 paralysing, 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.
