Chapter 2: Building Tension
After having sex with every officer on night duty, Amber had managed to get them all arrested. Her cover was still intact as viper thought the mole couldn’t be the woman who had sucked off his dick and his fathers and 9 other men. He thought he was some sort of god, capable of breaking the will of any woman. But as Amber returned to the precinct, every step felt like a victory won. She had played the role of a submissive slut who loved every inch of cock that entered her body, not once letting her revulsion show. Disguising her true nature, which was calculating, intelligent, and strong, she had tricked the enemy into believing he had tamed her. Yet, she remained a force to be reckoned with.
She got a text from the viper.
“My father’s whore gave up the business got preggers or something. He needs some help. I’ll pay top dollar” he said .
Amber knew what that meant, but she couldn't believe it. How could this man, who was supposed to be the head of a powerful crime family, be so pathetic, so weak?
But then again, what could she expect from a man who hid behind threats and intimidation, who saw women as nothing more than objects to be used and discarded?
She went to her friend and partner for advice. Detective Alex Johnson was known for his quick wit and extensive experience with law enforcement. He was packing up his belongings when she walked into the office.
"Alex, I need your help." Amber sounded defeated.
Alex looked at her, raising a brow. "What's wrong?"
"I have a problem, and I'm not sure how to handle it."
Alex slammed his desk drawer shut and gestured for Amber to sit down. "Tell me about it."
She took a deep breath before starting, "You remember that bar I told you about?
The one where I'm supposed to meet Victor's father tomorrow night for a 'business proposal'?"
Alex nodded. "Yeah, what about it?"
"Well, I just found out that it's actually a brothel. And he wants me to... well, he wants me to... sleep with him." Amber couldn't bring herself to say the words.
Alex's expression turned serious. "What the fuck? Why would he want you to do that?
And more importantly, why the fuck would you even consider it?" Alex asked.
Amber sighed. "I don't know. He's offering me a lot of money, enough to put away some of his men for a long time. And to be honest, I've been tempted. It's not like I haven't been with scumbags like him before."
Alex looked at her sternly. "That's not the point. You're a cop, and you have a responsibility to protect the people in this city, not sell your body for information.
You’re right said Amber. What do I do? She asked. She knew he had experience with diverse undercover work and would have valid and practical suggestions.
He thought for a moment before answering. "Look, I understand that you think this is the only way to get the evidence you need, but I can't let you do that. It's not worth risking your safety and reputation for."
"But what other option do I have? He won't give me the information otherwise." Amber protested.
"I'll tell you what you're going to do," Alex said, his voice firm.
"You're going to meet him, but not as a prostitute. You're going to act as a fellow businessman, someone who's interested in investing in his brothel. And while you're there, you're going to gather any evidence you can find, discreetly and safely."
Amber nodded, feeling relieved at the suggestion. "That's a good idea. I didn't think of that."
"Of course you didn't," Alex said with a smirk. "You're too focused on the physical aspect of things.
You need to start thinking like a criminal," Alex continued. "Let's approach this like a heist. We need to gather as much information as we can about the target, plan out our attack, and execute it flawlessly."
Amber nodded, taking in his every word.
"I'll start by doing some research on the bar and the people who frequent it. I'll gather intel on their routines and habits, as well as any weaknesses I can exploit," Amber replied, a determined look in her eyes.
"Good. That's the spirit. And if we get caught, well you can suck off the old man anyways.” He gave a hearty chuckle at his own joke as they drove towards the dockyards. Amber remained silent, fighting back a wave of nausea. She was disgusted at the prospect of being used as a pawn in Victor’s twisted games, but she knew she couldn’t back out now.
“Here we are,” Victor announced as they pulled up to an abandoned warehouse. Amber could hear the distant sounds of men unloading crates from a cargo ship. Victor opened the car door and gestured for her to follow him.
She hesitantly stepped out of the car, adjusting her skirt as she stood up. They walked towards the entrance of the warehouse, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the deserted area.
As they entered, Amber was hit by a wave of cold air. The warehouse was dimly lit, and she could barely make out the shapes of the equipment scattered around the room. Victor led her through the maze of machinery, towards a secluded area at the back of the warehouse.
As they approached, Amber saw a man sitting on a crate, his back turned towards them. As he turned around waiting on his wheel chair was the old wreck the Vipers father. Somehow looking more skin and bones than he had the last time she was forced to service him.
“You stay here” said the bodyguard to Alex and pointed at Amber. “You whore, come along with me and sir to see the viper” he ordered Amber followed without protest. She couldn't shake off the thoughts of her partner who would have to wait outside while she was in there with these men, exposing herself to who knows what, but she knew she had to do what it takes to get the evidence and justice she desired.
They reached a heavy door, locked with chains, on the other side of which was an eerie silence interrupted by a faint groaning. The bodyguard banged on the door a few times, and it swung open with a loud creak. “Santiago” yelled Victor, referring to Amber by her surname.
The old man grunted in recognition, his skin sagging off his bones, his eyes hollow and empty. He was barely alive, yet Victor still forced him to be a part of his twisted pleasures. Amber’s heart ached, but she knew she had to push her emotions aside and focus on the task at hand.
“Meet the new girl, Father, she’s here to take care of you tonight.” Victor sneered at Amber as he spoke, making it clear that this was not a job she could refuse.
The older man in the wheelchair grunted in approval, his gaze lingering on Amber's body before he dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
The bodyguard thrust her inside the room, and she stumbled onto her knees, her palms slapping against the cold metal floor. She looked up at Victor, trying to suppress her fear and disgust. She knew what he wanted, what he expected of her. And she couldn't deny it, not if she wanted to get the evidence she needed to bring him down.
So she took a deep breath, crawled over to the old man and started undressing.
The bodyguard closed the door, leaving her alone with the frail old man and her own disgust. She couldn't help but feel sick as she removed her clothes, knowing that this was just another way for Victor to assert his power and control over her.
But she couldn't let him win. She couldn't let him see her weakness. So she pushed her emotions aside and focused on the task at hand.
She approached the old man, her body shaking with every step. She had decided to keep her bra and panties on. Didn’t think the frail old man would care considering he was getting serviced by perfect 10 of a woman who was a cop.
“My father likes tits” said victor. He motioned for the bra to be off my pretending to slip off the straps off his shoulders looking at Amber. As Amber's full breasts bounced free, he let out a low whistle. "Nice tits, sweetheart," he said, reaching out to grope her.
"I'm not your sweetheart," Amber snapped, pulling back. But she knew resistance was futile. She had to play along if she wanted to get the evidence she needed.
She leaned over and began massaging the old man's genitals. He groaned in pleasure, his hands reaching out to grip her hair. The bodyguard watched impassively, his arms folded across his chest.
“Spit on it” said victor. “Spidonish” grunted the old man in agreement. Amber obeyed, spitting on her hand and using the saliva to wet his limp penis. Then, she began to jerk him off, her delicate hand moving up and down his shaft. Every now and then, she would look up at Victor, who was watching her with a hungry look in his eyes. She had to resist the urge to gag as she continued to pleasure the old man. His cock was small and wrinkly, and the smell was unbearable, but she couldn’t stop now. Not if she wanted to survive.
“Father has a condition, the old man needs more to get hard, bite his shaft to get the blood flowing, but gently” Victor added sternly. Amber's heart sank as she heard the instruction. She couldn't believe she had to do this, but she had no choice.
She leaned in closer to the old man's flaccid penis, holding it gently with one hand while the other hand started massaging his testicles. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. With all of her strength, she bit down on the base of his shaft, but not too hard.
The old man cried out in pain, but the smile on Victor's face suggested he was liking this.
"C'mon, Amber. Don't be shy." He urged her on, demanding her to take things further. She kept up the struggle for another few seconds, but it was clear she was outnumbered. She found herself complying with his request, taking more of the old man's throbbing member inside her warm mouth. The bitter taste and wrinkled texture of the old man's cock were beyond unbearable, but she was in it too deep now.
She thought about her disgust, her bruised pride, but most vividly, she thought of her purpose. Her determination to bring justice to Victor's corrupt empire. It fueled her courage and masked the desperation she felt with every stroke of her mouth.
Victor himself was inching closer, his eyes fixated on her every move as if reading her mind. He pulled her hair, forcing her into a deeper submission, while her body protested. "You whore, enjoy it, don't act like you're doing me a favor", he snarled.
She wanted to spit in his face, to scratch his eyes out, but instead, she moaned and gagged on his disgusting cock. She heard Victor's cruel chuckles as she worked, but she kept her eyes fixed on the wall ahead, trying to imagine herself anywhere but in this filthy warehouse with these evil men.
Finally, he came, his vile semen filling her mouth. She swallowed quickly, trying not to gag, trying not to think of what she was putting inside her body.
Victor stepped back, satisfied, as the old man adjusted his clothing.
"Good girl," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me."
Amber glared at him, her anger and disgust boiling over. She tried to stand up, to leave, to get away from this place, but Victor grabbed her arm, pulling her close.
"Not so fast, sweetheart," he said, his lips brushing against her ear. "We're not done yet."
He pushed her down to her knees, yanking down his zipper. She knew it would be too easy if he let her leave now. There was no point protesting. She reached out to get his dick out of his pants when he looked down and said: “have your hair up in a bun, sweetheart. I like to use that as my control centre” he said as he slapped her across the face with his dick. “Lick it like the pathetic little whore you are”, he sneered.
Amber felt a surge of anger and disgust, but she couldn't deny that a small part of her got off on the degradation. She took his dick in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip and sliding it in as far as she could. Victor groaned in pleasure, grabbing a fistful of her hair and thrusting in and out of her mouth with rough, shallow strokes.
The sensation was overwhelming. She was so turned on that she could feel her pussy getting wet.
She couldn't help but moan, her mouth full of cock, her mind consumed by the taboo thoughts of being used as a tool for pleasure by this man. She hated him with every fiber of her being, but there was no denying the way her body reacted to him.
Victor continued to fuck her mouth, his thrusts becoming more aggressive and urgent. He grunted and cursed, calling her names and telling her what a filthy little whore she was. It stung to hear him talk to her like that, but it also turned her on.
“Suck that cock you filthy lil cum slut” he yelled as he came with a grunt deep inside her mouth.
Spurt after spurt filled her mouth and ran down her chin. She struggled to swallow it all, the taste bitter and salty.
“That’s enough, bitch. I am the only man you need to please tonight.” He spat at her after pulling out, with his glistening wet penis in hand.
She lowered her head in feigned defeat, still trying to catch her breath from the punishment he just put her through. She was used to this — after all, this was her job. Her duty was to serve and submit to him, to cater to his every whim and desire.
Every fibre of her being screamed in protest, but she had to push through it and fulfil her role. Her career depended on it.
"Get on your hands and knees, whore," he ordered, his voice rough and commanding. She complied, her heart pounding in her chest as she assumed the submissive position.
He stepped closer to her, running his hand over her firm ass before delivering a sharp slap. "You like that, bitch?" he taunted, delivering another blow.
She yelped in pain, but otherwise remained still. He continued to spank her, each strike harder than the last. She closed her eyes, imagining herself anywhere but here. His handprints were visible on her ass, the skin red and tender to the touch.
"Please, enough," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't want him to think she was enjoying this. She hated being treated like this, being used and dominated just to satisfy his sick desires. But she knew she had no choice.
“Ok then, Valley!” He called out and the bodyguard showed up. “Suck his dick and make sure he’s happy with it and your done for the night” said victor as he lit a cigarette. , sitting on the chair and admiring the majestic view of the dockyards from the abandoned warehouse’s windows.
Amber’s stomach turned, but she knew she couldn’t refuse. She crawled over to the guard, his cock already out of his pants. He was big, with dark, hairy thighs and a thick, veiny shaft. She prepared herself for the worst, closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she wrapped her lips around him.
He let out a low growl as she began moving her head back and forth, taking him in inch by inch.
She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag. But she didn't stop, she was determined to see this through.
Victor watched, mesmerized, as Amber's throat muscles clenched around the guard's thick cock. Her hands gripped his thighs tightly, causing her knuckles to turn white.
"Fuck, yeah. She's a natural at this shit," Victor commented, his eyes never leaving Amber's sucking mouth.
“Wait! Let’s see if she’s a real pro” said the bodyguard victor called “Valley”. He then held her bun to keep her in place looked up at the sky with a satisfied expression. Amber looked up continuously sucking like a trained cocksucker she had become. And then she felt his cock squirt, she began to swallow like she had already been trained to every time a cock squirted in her mouth. But it tasted different. Her panic was such she didn’t stop swallowing but his softening cock in her mouth made her realise that he had been pissing in her mouth. Immediately she stopped swallowing but continued to suck and let his urine slide down the sides of her mouth on top her topless body on her knees, soaking her and her panties with piss.
She was crying inside, but she kept up the charade as Victor clapped with delight. "Looks like we've found ourselves a real slut, haven't we? I knew you had it in you. You just need a firm hand and some guidance."
Amber could only whimper in response, feeling utterly humiliated and used. Her entire body was trembling, and she felt like she was going to be sick. But she couldn't stop now. She couldn't let Victor see her weakness.
With sudden quickness as he finished pissing the bodyguard picked up the speed of fucking ambers mouth. He was so fast, his cock looked like a blur as it jutted in and out of her mouth held in place by valleys holding her bun tight. She could feel her insides twisting with disgust as he pumped his urine-filled shaft inside her. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she refused to let him see her cry. Her heart screamed at her to run away, but her duty to bring him down kept her rooted to the spot.
As if sensing her discomfort, Victor stepped forward, running his hand over her hair. "Good girl," he said, his voice soft and soothing. "You're taking it so well.
“Ah.. ahhhhhhh” said the bodyguard. Amber who had truly gotten to be a pro at sucking and swallowing out of a man’s penis didn’t expect this much cum. The bodyguard must not have ejaculated in weeks, he came with intensity and fillled her mouth with so much cum most it followed his piss and landed on the floor, as he pulled out of her mouth and zipped up also. “That’s a lotta cum gone to waste” said Victor. “That’s not how a good whore conducts herself” said valley. “Lick all the cum off the floor please” said victor sarcastically. “But .. but the cum is on the dirty floor and mixed with his piss” said Amber almost in tears. “Well I said please and not like you haven’t had both cum and piss in your mouth before whore” argued victor. Her stomach churned at the realization, but Amber knew better than to argue. She steeled herself for the next set of degrading tasks ahead, taking solace in the fact that this would be her last time having to submit to him.
She leaned down to the floor, her heart racing as she licked up the sticky mixture of semen and urine. Her entire body wanted to reject the disgusting substance but she knew she couldn’t. Not if she wanted to complete her mission.
“Look at her go.
What a pro.” Victor clapped his hands together, watching Amber lick up the disgusting mixture off the floor. Despite the nausea rising in her throat, she continued to perform the degrading act, knowing it was necessary to keep up appearances.
Once she finished, Victor ordered her to remove her panties and bend over. She reluctantly obliged, knowing what was coming next. He approached her, his belt buckle jingling ominously, as he roughly pulled down her underwear.
She was now totally naked but she had anticipated this and had the recording device shoved up her ass hole like a drug mule. Victor looked at her up and down. “How did the whore get here” he asked. “A pimp waiting for her in the car” valley said. “Good - get out and go home. No clothes!” He concluded. “The car is 50 feet away, I mean most of the warehouses are empty but there’s gotto to security” .. argued Amber. But the look on victors face said he didn’t care. She was his whore and he wanted her to leave with nothing, not even her underwear.
Amber's heart sank as she realized there was no escaping this humiliation. She slowly stood up, trying to shield herself as best as she could from his gaze, and walked towards the door.
Valley opened the door, giving her a smug smile as she passed by. She could feel his eyes on her bare ass, and she resisted the urge to cover herself as she walked out into the cold warehouse.
The night air was cool and refreshing, but it did nothing to quell the burning shame she felt.
She continued to make her way towards the car, unprepared for what awaited her outside. Victor had indeed arranged for a car, but with a twist. As she approached the car, she saw that the driver was none other than her partner, Detective Alex Johnson.
His eyes widened in shock and confusion as he saw her approaching the car, completely naked and shivering in the cold.
He quickly jumped out of the car, wrapped a coat around her and helped her inside.
"What the hell happened?" he demanded, his voice full of concern.
She couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth, couldn't bear the thought of him knowing what she had just been through. So she lied, telling him she had been mugged on her way to meet him.
He didn't buy it for a second, but he didn't press the issue either. He knew something was off, but he also knew she would tell him when she was ready.
As they got to her house she got inside. She took his jacket off, she squatted in front of him and began to pull something out of her asshole. Alex was shocked but realised it was recording device that looked like a buttplug. Amber was still naked and vulnerable as she handed over the buttplug with the evidence they had been searching for. Her face was frozen in fear, embarrassment, and exhaustion. She knew that she couldn't hide what had just happened to her, but she didn't want to relive the nightmare again.
Alex gently placed the recording device on the table before wrapping his arms around her. He whispered words of comfort, promising her that everything would be ok. She leaned into his embrace, soaking up the warmth and love he was offering her.
But even as he held her, she couldn't shake off the memories of the past few hours. She felt dirty and used, a pawn in Victor's sick and twisted games.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt his hand slowly tracing a path up her thigh. She tensed up, unsure if she was ready to be intimate with him after what had just happened.
But Alex seemed to sense her hesitation and slowed his movements, gently kissing the side of her neck instead.
"It's okay, Amber." He whispered softly. “I don’t have to fuck you, but watching this got very hard. Could I at least have a blow job? I mean I drove you all the way back” he explained. Alex pleaded with Amber. She glanced up at him, eyes wide and guilty. She knew she couldn’t deny him – she owed him this much. Even though she felt disgusting and violated after what Victor and his men had done to her, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt and responsibility.
“I’m not in the mood,” she lied, averting her gaze from his piercing blue eyes.
“Bullshit,” he muttered, grabbing a handful of her long brown hair and pulling her close.
“You’re soaked,” he continued, grinding his hips against her, making her gasp at the feel of his hard length pressing into her stomach.
She couldn’t deny it – she was turned on. Despite everything that had happened, her body responded to his touch, her nipples hardening into stiff peaks and her pussy aching for release.
“Fine,” she conceded, sinking to her knees in front of him. She tugged at his pants, freeing his thick cock. It sprang free, glistening with precum.
She wasted no time, taking him whole in her mouth. Her lips stretched around his girth, and she felt him shiver with pleasure. She took him as deep as she could, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking him with all the strength she had left.
Alex groaned above her, his fingers tightening in her hair. He guided her head back and forth, setting the pace. She let him control the movements, focusing on the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
She reached up to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her hand as she sucked. He hissed in pleasure, grateful for her efforts to pleasure him after the traumatic night she had experienced.
But as much as Amber wanted to focus on the task at hand, her mind couldn't help but drift to the disgusting acts she had been forced to perform just hours before. She felt herself start to gag, the taste of Victor's urine still lingering on her tongue, but she pushed past the feeling and continued to pleasure Alex.
She wanted to forget the night's earlier events, to let herself be consumed by the feeling of his cock in her mouth and the pulsing between her thighs. She could feel her own wetness, the slickness of her desire coating her inner thighs. Still, her brain refused to fully let her enjoy herself, reminding her of what Victor had demanded of her earlier.
"Stop," Alex finally said, pulling away from her and lifting her up from her knees. "Look at me, Amber."
She met his gaze, her eyes full of shame and guilt. It’s ok Amber, it’s good. Sometimes pretending to be a prostitute can only open the doors for you to find your true calling. Don’t be ashamed you like cock, tell me when you want it” he said. Amber was ashamed but it was the truth. Being addicted to cock sucking she had truly adapted her undercover role. Only a month had passed since her humiliating experience with The Viper, but Amber had already played the part of a high-end prostitute in several elite circles. She had lost count of the number of cocks she had sucked, each time giving in to the same degradation in order to gather evidence against the powerful criminals she was targeting.
Looking up at Alex ready to ejaculate cock she was pointed at her mouth suggesting she wanted to swallow another load. He reaches his right hand out, softly emotional, and lifts her chin up, watching her eyes five inches below, inebriated by the passion she held in them.
"Amber, there's a difference between being sexually submissive and being sexually degraded." He whispers huskily as his hand wrapped around the bun on top of her head, guiding her back to his hard, thrusting cock.
She obeys, engulfing him slowly and lovingly - but it just isn't the same. And she continues to suck him, Alex explodes in her mouth gently. She swallows every bit of it, she lets his cock slide out of her mouth with a popping sound. She looks up at him with a satisfied smile as she wipes the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand.
"You taste good, Alex" she says with a wink.
Alex chuckles and pulls her up to stand. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her deeply, tasting his own release in her mouth.
“Great work Amber, tomorow we tell everyone and you are a hero” he said excited as he left. Amber was left alone in her dim-lit basement apartment thinking of all the hardships and degradation she had to endure for the sake of justice. She realized the taste of her pimp's filthy urine was still lingering on her tongue. Amber couldn't help but feel dirty and violated. She needed to clean herself up - physically and mentally. She decided to take a long, hot shower and then go out for a drink. She needed to clear her mind and forget about the disgusting things she had to do for work.