Chapter 3: Rising Action
I hate being here I hate being undercover here. I have been used to men learning at me since I hit puberty, but I really wish I could gouge out each of the Neo-Nazi pukes who look at me.
I hate being here, hate being undercover in this den of hate and violence. But I know that this is the only way to get the evidence I need to take them down. I'm not just doing this for the job, I'm doing this for every person who has ever been hurt by these scumbags.
I make my way back to my motel room, the cheap neon sign flickering in the darkness. I light a cigarette and there is a knock at the door I look in the peephole it's 4 of the Gang including the 3rd man on the totem pole Mick "White Hammer" Sven ok girl game face on act like you want them here. Mick is a tall, muscular man with a shaved head and a prominent swastika tattoo on his neck. He's wearing a leather jacket with the gang's insignia on the back, and he's got a smirk on his face that tells me he thinks he's going to get his way tonight.
I open the door, trying to make my expression as inviting as possible. "Well, well, well," I say, my voice low and sultry. "Look what the cat dragged in. What can I do for you boys tonight?"
Mick grins, his eyes flicking over my body, lingering on my curves. "We know you want in and we want to trust you and that is a 2-phase process" Mick's hand is already on my ass "What are the phases" I get out as his hand gets tighter on my ass "Phase one is you get undressed and get on the bed" all 4 of them are looking at me I know what they want. I hate this I hate myself getting used for this case but I know I have to do it to get evidence and take down the gang "And phase two?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Mick grins, his eyes never leaving mine. "Phase two is when we fuck you like the dirty little bitch you are." I bristle at his words, but I keep my expression neutral. This is what I signed up for, what I've trained for. I can do this.
I turn around, slowly unzipping my dress. I let it fall to the floor, stepping out of it and leaving me in just my lace bra and thong. "After this, you are in and we will have a job for you," Mick says and then slaps my bare ass I have to act as I enjoy it but I don't. I know though that I have to do this. I have to be in this gang to get the evidence I need and take them down.
I crawl onto the bed, turning to face them, my heart pounding in my chest. I know what's coming, and I'm not looking forward to it. But I also know that I can handle it, that I can deal with it and come out the other side. I've done it before, and I can do it again.
Mick steps closer, his eyes never leaving mine. the other 3 undes for a group that believes white people are the master race they are not a good example pudgy bad homemade tattoos and cocks that have been damaged by too many drugs and booze . Mick, on the other hand, looks like he spends most of his time at a gym. He's in decent shape, and his swastika tattoo is one of the better ones I've seen. It's not like I'm an expert, but you can tell he had it done by someone who knew what they were doing.
He reaches out, his hand skimming over my skin, tracing the curve of my hip before gripping me roughly. I can feel the heat of his palm, the roughness of his calloused skin, and I want to recoil, to push him away. But I know better. I bite my lip, hard, drawing blood. He lets his pants drop and god help me it might be the biggest cock I have ever seen and he knows it. He leers at me, a low growl escaping his throat. "You like that, little whore? You like big dick?"
I can't help but let out a soft moan, my body responding to his touch despite my disgust. I can feel my skin crawl, my stomach churning, but I know I have to play this game to its end. I have to get the evidence, and that means I have to let them use me.
" Yes, I do," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper.
He grins, a cruel, predatory smile that sends a shiver down my spine. He puts that monster of a cock on my lips and I can barely wrap them around it. "Suck it, bitch," he orders, his voice a low growl. I look up at him, my eyes pleading, but he just smirks. "You know the rules, little whore. You want to be one of us, you do as you're told."
I take a deep breath, trying to relax my jaw as I take more of him into my mouth. I can taste the salt of his skin, the bitter tang of his precum. He groans, his hips thrust forward, pushing more of himself into my mouth. I gag, my eyes watering, but he doesn't stop. The other 3 begin to paw at me my breasts my ass one starts to rub my pussy through my thong and I am trying to take Mick all the way down but I cant I cant breath and he knows it. "You're a fucking slut, aren't you? A dirty little whore who loves to suck cock," he taunts, his voice a low growl. He pulls me down further, my nose pressing into his groin, his cock hitting the back of my throat with a choking sound. The other 3 start to tear off my bra and thong off leaving me nude and vulnerable. I can feel their hands all over me, rough and demanding as they explore every inch of my body. I have loved sex my whole life being wild and promiscuous was a choice I made long ago but this is different this is not love or even lust it's desperation and I hate every fucking second of it. Mick finally pulls out of my mouth, a low groan escaping his lips. "Fuck, you're a goddamn natural at that," he says, his voice thick with lust. I keep my expression neutral, even as I wipe the spit from my lips.
"Thanks," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I've had a lot of practice."
He grins, his eyes flicking over my body, lingering on my breasts. "I bet you have, you little slut." The other 3 pins me down on the bed one has his cock in my mouth one has his cock in my pussy and one in my ass . I feel like I am being split apart. Mick is just watching and smoking a cigar as if he is in a fucking orgy. I take a deep breath and try to relax and take them in. I can feel their sweat dripping onto me, the smell of their cologne and cigarettes filling the room. I can hear their grunts and moans as they fuck me, their hands rough on my body. I feel used, violated, but I know I have to keep going, to get the evidence I need to take them down.
The one fucking my ass is grunting and groaning, his hips slamming into me hard and fast.
I can feel every inch of him, can taste the sweat on his body as I gag on the one in my mouth. The one in my pussy is thrusting in and out, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. I can feel their sweat dripping onto me, the smell of cigarettes and cologne filling my nostrils. I'm being used, and I hate it. But I also know that this is what I signed up for.
Mick watches, a cruel smile on his face as he takes a drag of his cigar. "You like that, don't you, you little whore?" he taunts, his voice low and husky.
"You're our little fucktoy now, aren't you? Our little slut."
I can't respond, my mouth is full of cock, but I moan in agreement. I feel like dirt, like I'm being used and abused, but I know this is what I have to do to get the evidence I need. I can't stop now, not when I'm this close.
The one in my mouth comes first, his hands gripping my hair as he thrusts deep into my throat. I can feel him swelling, ready to release, and I brace myself for the inevitable.
He groans loudly, his body tensing as he comes, his hot cum filling my throat. I swallow quickly, taking every last drop before he pulls out, leaving my mouth sore and tasting of him.
The one in my pussy is next, his grunts growing louder and more desperate. I can feel him throbbing inside me, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. He lets out a roar as he comes, his hips stuttering against mine, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his seed.
Finally, the one in my ass pulls out, his cock glistening with a mixture of our fluids.
He stands up, his chest heaving with exertion, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Fuck, that was good," he grunts, wiping his cock on my thigh before tucking it back into his pants.
Mick takes a final drag of his cigar before stubbing it out in the ashtray on the nightstand. He steps closer to the bed, his eyes roaming over my body, lingering on the marks left by his gang members. "You're a good little whore, Bex," he says, his voice low and approving. I was so dazed I almost forgot my cover name . I let out a soft moan, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of their use. "Fuck, yes," I reply, my voice a low purr. "What do you want me to do next, Mick?" "Get on your knees, little whore. Show me your appreciation for being allowed into our gang."
I swallow hard, my body still aching from their rough use, but I comply. I get on my knees, my naked body cold in the harsh fluorescent light of the motel room. He starts to push into me with his cock his monster cock I have had big cocks before but his is just so big I put my hands on his chest as he slowly pushes in me I can feel the stretch I can feel my body resisting and then I feel the head of his cock pop past the point of no return and I feel my body accommodating I moan at the feeling of being stretched by him he groans as he feels my body accommodate him he grabs my hair and pushes himself in all the way inside me I feel so full so stretched out. I can feel all the blood rushing to my face and it's like a big red balloon inflating and I can feel my pussy pulsating around his cock my body is trying to accommodate and learn to take all of him in. He starts to move slowly in and out of me letting my body adjust to his size.
I can feel every inch of him, stretching me, filling me completely. I moan, my body trembling with the effort to take him all in. He leans down, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, forcing me to look up at him. "Fuck, you're tight," he groans, his voice low and husky. "You feel so good, little whore." I bite my lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatens to escape. I know he likes to be in control, and I need to play my part. "Thank you, Daddy," I murmur, my voice a low purr.
"Your cock feels so incredible, so big, so thick." I'm playing my role, and I know it's what he wants to hear. I hate myself because I am not lying his cock does feel amazing it is getting hard to think of anything but the pure physical pleasure of him filling me up, stretching me out, driving me crazy.
"That's right, little whore," Mick growls, his eyes locked on mine. "You take this cock. Take it all." He starts to move faster, his hips slamming into mine, his massive dick fucking me deep and hard. I can feel him hitting every raw nerve ending inside me, the pleasure so intense that it borders on pain.
"Fuck, Mick," I moan, my nails digging into his chest. "Your cock is so fucking huge.
God, it's fucking incredible," I pant, my back arching as he impales me deeper. "You're so deep inside me, Mick. So fucking deep."
He growls, his eyes never leaving mine. "You like that, you little cunt? You like being filled up by my big dick?"
I nod, my breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck yes, I love it. I love your cock inside me."
He slams into me harder, his grip on my hair tightening. "Fucking say it, you little slut.
Tell me how much you love my cock," he demands, his voice a savage growl.
For the first time in my life, I am afraid for the first time in my life submission does not feel like a choice he is forcing his will onto mine and his monster cock making it hard to think I tell him what he wants for me and to my shame I mean it .
"I love your cock, Mick," I pant, my hips bucking against him, my body desperate for more. "I love how big and thick it is, how it stretches me open. I love how you fuck me with it, like you own me."
He throws his head back, a low laugh rumbling in his chest. "That's right, Bex. I do own you now. You're my little whore, my fucking fucktoy. And you're going to take this cock like a good little girl, aren't you?"
I nod, my body wracked with pleasure and pain. "Yes, Daddy.
I'll take it like a good little girl," I whisper, my body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. He smirks, his hips picking up speed, his massive cock slamming into me with brutal force. Take it. Take this fucking cock like the dirty little slut you are," he growls, his fingers tightening in my hair, pulling my head back further.
I can feel the pressure building, the heat intensifying. Mick's cock is a relentless force, pounding into me like a jackhammer, stretching me to my limit. I pull him into a kiss as he pounds me oh god I wanted that kiss I sought it out I have to focus he is a Neo-Nazi scumbag but his cock his monster cock makes it so hard to think I am not in control he is. I’m desperate to take the power back, to show him I’m in charge, even if it’s just in this moment. I bite his lip, hard, drawing blood. He pulls back, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
This goads him on, and he starts to pound harder I am disgusted with myself but this is the best sex I have ever had his cock is so big it is filling me completely and stretching me out in a way I have never felt before.
I’m surprised by a gasp as he hits a spot inside me that sends waves of pleasure radiating through my entire body. "Oh fuck," I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Right there. Right fucking there."
He smirks, a cruel glint in his eyes. "You like that, little bitch? You like taking my big cock deep inside you?"
I nod, my hips meeting his with each thrust. I love it. I love your cock inside me. Fuck, Mick, I can't take it anymore," I pant, my body on the brink of shattering into a million pieces. He smirks, his eyes never leaving mine. "You want to come, little slut? You want to come all over my big cock?"
I nod, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, please, Mick. Please let me come."
He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. "Beg for it," he growls. "Beg for my cock to make you come."
I let out a whimper, my body aching with need.
"Please, Mick. I fucking need it. Please make me come," I beg, my voice a pathetic whine.
He chuckles, the sound dark and sinister. "That's a good little slut. Begging for it like you need it. But you're not ready yet. You're not going to come until I say so."
He pulls out of me suddenly, making me gasp. Before I can complain, he spins me around and bends me over the bed. "Who's the Master Race" he asks as he pounds me from behind I feel every inch of him filling me like never before. I can hear the thwack of his balls against my ass as he slams into me. "Master Race is the fucking Neo-Nazi's" I scream out. "Fucking say it" he growls.
"Master Race is the fucking Neo-Nazi's" I scream again, my voice shaking with effort. He slaps my ass hard, the sting radiating through my entire body.
"Good girl" he grunts, his hands gripping my hips tight enough to bruise. "Now beg for my cum."
I'm desperate to come, my body aching with need.
"Please, Mick," I beg, my voice a pathetic whine. "I fucking need it. Please make me come." Before I can complain, he spins me around and bends me over the bed. I brace myself on my hands and knees, my ass in the air, hoping this will please him. Oh god I want to please him I want him to fuck me so hard I forget who I am I want him to make me come screaming out his name I want him to make me feel fucking alive. He obliges, his cock head teasing my entrance before he slowly pushes in, inch by agonizing inch. I can feel every vein, every ridge of his monster cock as he stretches me wide open.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his voice thick with hunger. "I love how you squeeze my cock, like you can't wait to take every inch of it."
I grunt in response, my body on fire with sensation. In this moment I am not a cop I am not even a woman I am a tamed bitch. Finely I cum and then so does he. He looks in my eyes as I feel his seed in me and it’s like a drug. I feel like I am high off the sheer intensity of the sex. I feel him pull out of me and I’m exhausted and yet on fire. I can't believe I just let him fuck me like that but I hate myself for enjoying it. He pulls me up and kisses me roughly and to my shame, I kiss him back, why did he have to be a neo-nazi Why did he have to be a criminal . He walks over to the table and pulls out a bag of coke and starts to cut lines out. I watch him and I know I shouldn't but I fucking want it. He looks up and sees me watching.
"Do you want some, Bex?" He asks holding the rolled up bill out to me. I don't even hesitate I take the bill off him and snort the coke off the table. I feel the burn as it hits the back of my throat and then the rush as it hits my bloodstream. I feel alive I feel like I can do anything. I look up at him and he smiles a wicked smile. "I know you are a cop but now you are my bitch aren't you" he says snorting another line of coke. I nod my head and suck on his cock again. I want to puke but I also want to fucking live. I am a fucking junkie now. I am a dirty little cop who is undercover in a neo-nazi gang. The coke is making me feel reckless and alive. I suck on his cock with a newfound energy. I take him all the way down my throat I can feel his cock hitting the back of my throat and I don't care. I want him to come in my throat. I want him to fill me up with his cum. "If we get busted you never get this cock again and you want this cock again don't you" he says holding my head and thrusting his pelvis at me. I nod yes I want this cock I want this cock to never stop fucking me. "Thats right you fuckin dirty little spic bitch you fucking want this white cock in your dirty little spic holes" he grunts as he continues to fuck my throat. I'm on my knees my throat raw from the rough use but I don't care. I want more. I want him to use me. I want him to fuck me like the dirty little spic bitch he thinks I am. He pulls out of my throat and I gag and spit on his cock.