11 comments/ 20099 views/ 26 favorites Detective Kimberly Grante By: HeyAll Part 1 of 3: The Red Hair Detective An informant had arranged the meeting. Detective Grante entered the crowded bar in plain clothes. It was loud and filled with many young people. Heads turned as she walked inside. It was a feeling she was used to. Especially with her beautiful long red hair. Hair like that could attract attention from anyone. Her eyes scanned the room. She had sharp eyes. Then she saw the man she was supposed to meet. The man her informant asked her to meet. She walked over to the booth. A man was sitting there alone, wearing a nice suit. The man was fairly handsome, but there was a confidence about him which suggested that he wasn't exactly a law abiding citizen. "You must be Ronan," she said to him. Ronan, of course, wasn't his real name. It was a fake name, used specifically for their secret meeting. "That's me," he said. "You must be Detective Grante. Have a seat." She sat down. The bar was loud with music and people having a good time. No one could have possibly heard their conversation. "A mutual friend suggested that we meet. Here I am." "You know, you're more beautiful than people say," Ronan said with a flirtatious tone. "If you're going to waste my time, then I'll leave." "You're not going to leave," he said confidently. "I have information you want." "What kind of information?" "Your division is finally cracking down on corruption, it seems." Kimberly nodded. "Apparently news stories about government corruption is bad for politics. And it's bad for re-election too. So, our Governor wants to see some results." "Suppose I gave you information here and there. Strategically placed information. What would you do with it?" "I would do my job and use it to build cases." "I think we're going to have a very productive relationship, Detective Grante." She paused a moment and just looked at him. Normally, she was good at reading people. It was a talent she had. But for some reason, she couldn't read him. All she had was the trust of her informant, that Ronan was a legitimate source. But informants aren't always known to be trustworthy. "Who are you?" Kimberly asked bluntly. "Are you with the mob? Or are you with the government? Maybe you're a lawyer. I can't seem to tell." "Does it matter?" "Of course it does." Ronan smiled, "Let's just say that I'm a concerned citizen. I do what's best for the city. I'm also a big supporter of law enforcement." "Of course, right. You give me a few pieces of information, big arrests are made, then suddenly your business begins to thrive, whatever your business is. So you're using me to take down your competition. That's nothing new." Ronan leaned forward. The look of confidence was still on his face. "I love a fierce redhead," Ronan said. "You're beautiful, tough, and very smart. That's a killer combination." "If you're so attracted to redheads, go find a prostitute. I'm here to do a job. What kind of information do you have?" He leaned back. "Everything. I can get you everything. Not all at once. But I can pass you information as it comes to me. Maybe it'll take weeks. Maybe months. But you'll get it." "And where do you get this information?" "You're not the only person with sources," he replied. "I've got contacts in the mob and with the city." "The city?" "Local officials. County clerks. City Councilmen. It's all interconnected." Kimberly gave a slow nod. "I've heard rumors that the corruption goes that deep. But they're just rumors." "Well, Detective Grante, if you stick with me, I'll make you a big star." "That depends on the credibility of your evidence." Ronan picked up a file on his seat, then he put it on the table, pushing it towards the detective. "That's a small dossier I've compiled," he said. "It links real estate moguls with local politicians. There are banknotes and tax returns. There are even a few surveillance photos. You don't want to know how I got those." Kimberly opened the file and quickly sifted through the documents. At first glance, everything appeared to be authentic. "I'll need to verify this," she said. "Then we'll continue." "Sure, go right ahead." "Why are you giving this to me? There are so many other detectives and officials who are more experienced than I am." "We have a mutual friend," he replied, referring to the informant. "Plus I've looked at your record. It's very impressive." The detective shook her head. "I don't even want to know how you've accessed my records. But I'd like to keep in touch." "Let's do that. I'll give you a call when I have new information. Until then, enjoy reading those files." The man gave a confident smile as he stood, then he walked away. The detective remained in the small booth of the bar. Her eyes continued sifting through the documents. *** Kimberly Grante was a fighter. In elementary school, she saw her friend being bullied by another boy, and she punched the bully in the face. She had gotten suspended for it, but her dad was very proud. In high school, she was narrowly losing a race for class president, but when her opponent made the race nasty, she found a way to win. She thrived on the struggle. In college, she majored in criminal justice and graduated with honors. She considered applying to law school, but sitting behind a desk all day wasn't very appealing to her. She needed to be on the streets. Law enforcement was a family trait. Her father was a cop. And so was her grandfather. Her brother became an assistant DA in another city. Her parents used to joke that she had been subconsciously groomed to become a detective someday. After all, she had always been a tough and curious kid growing up. It was only natural that she joined the police academy. She had always been a tough person. That's who she was. And that's who she is. *** Two weeks had passed. Detective Grante had finally gotten the message she was waiting for. It was Ronan, who left a text message on an untraceable phone. Whoever Ronan was, he knew what he was doing. It gave the detective an uneasy feeling, but she wanted more of his information. They met at a diner during the busy lunch hour. It was another smart move by Ronan, just like their first meeting. It was crowded, so he could easily blend in. And it was noisy, so people couldn't hear their conversation. Kimberly wore her suit. It was a gray suit which looked nice in contrast to her long red hair. Once again, a few heads turned as the detective entered the room. It didn't take long for the detective to spot Ronan. He was eating alone at a table, and there were plates for two people. Kimberly could tell by the way Ronan ate that he was a man of sophistication. She approached him at the table. "Good afternoon," he said when he noticed the detective. "Have a seat. I ordered something for you." "Thank you." When the detective sat down, Ronan reached for a file on the seat next to him, and he placed it on the table. "Another dossier?" she asked. "It is, assuming you trust me." Kimberly opened the file and glanced through it. "Your last dossier appeared to be authentic. Everything checks out so far." "I could never lie to a beautiful woman." She wanted to berate him for the constant remarks about her looks, but she resisted. She needed his information. "Are you ever going to tell me how you've been getting this?" she asked. "Maybe. If you've earned my trust." Kimberly couldn't help but smile. "I have to earn your trust? That's something I haven't heard before." "You're assuming I'm a criminal." "Then what are you?" Ronan gave a sly expression. "I'm your new best friend. With everything I'll be giving you, your name should be in the news, and you would probably be getting a nice promotion someday." "Well then, 'friend,' what exactly have you given me today?" "A taste of what's to come. They're surveillance photos taken a year ago, which show political officials with various businessmen, and leaders of criminal organizations. Obviously that's not enough to get a conviction, but it's a start." Detective Grante looked closely at the photographs. Her memory was sharp and she was able to recognize political figures and aides mingling with criminal elements. They were all dressed for a special event. The photos were taken outside at long range. She couldn't tell where. "What is this?" she asked firmly. "How are you getting this sort of information? Nobody in the department seems to know any of this." "It's closely guarded information. The kind that only few people know about." "And how do you know about it?" "That's a secret." Kimberly sharpened her gaze. "Okay, and what are these people doing together?" "You'll know soon enough." She closed the file and gave him a serious look. "Enough with this. Admit it, you're only helping me because you would somehow benefit. You're using me to destroy your competition, whoever that is." "I'll admit that my personal & financial interests would be benefited to a certain extent," Ronan calmly replied. "If we're going to work together, then I'd want to know everything. I won't be your puppet. I want to know everything you know. Everything, or I walk." Ronan leaned forward. "See, I don't think you'd be interested in knowing too much. It's better that way." "And why not?" "Because you're dealing with people who are dangerous. People who are highly connected. It's best that you limit the scope of your investigation to only low level figures." "I mean it, Ronan. I'll walk. And you'll never see me again." He thought for a moment. "Fine. But this sort of thing shouldn't be discussed at a diner. Verify those pictures, then we'll have a private meeting together." "You better not be jerking me around." "I'm not. I can assure you that." Part 2 of 3: Red Hair in a Gold Mask A week had passed. They met at night. Ronan drove the car and Kimberly sat in the passenger seat. She didn't bother trying to memorize the license plate, because she knew it wouldn't trace back to his real identity anyway. He was far too careful for that. The ride was silent for a long period of time as Ronan drove on the freeway. She was worried that he might take her far away. But he just drove in circles, exiting and entering the same freeway. "The pictures were taken outside of a ritual," he finally said. "Those people are all part of a secret society." "Including local political leaders?" "All of them. It's existed for over a hundred years, and their leadership controls much of the west coast operations. Their goal is to consolidate power." "Sounds more like a conspiracy theory," Kimberly replied. "Connections between political figures and organized crime is nothing new. I'm sorry, but I don't buy it. Not without enough proof." "Proof of the actual society is difficult to obtain. Nearly impossible, you understand? But I can prove that the relationships exist. And there's more than enough evidence to put important figures behind bars." "Why can't you get proof of the secret society?" "Because they only meet once a year," Ronan answered. "All of them gather for a ritual in which they affirm their allegiances." "Where?" "A manor. That's where those pictures were taken. They had been meeting at the manor." "Are you going to tell me where it is?" "No," he replied. "For your own safety, I'm not going to tell you." "Have you ever been there?" "I have." "Have you been inside?" "Yes." "Could you take me with you?" Ronan smiled, "I could. But I don't think you would like the rules. A place like that isn't for you." "I've worked in Vice for many years. I've done dangerous undercover assignments. I've been in a lot of sketchy situations. If you say there's a secret society, then I want to know about it. There are certain people that I want, and I need to get them." "Ambitious girl. I like that." "So are you going to get me inside, or not?" "I'll think about it," he replied. Ronan exited the freeway and headed back to their meeting location. He drove through the downtown streets, towards the spot where they had initially met that night. When they arrived, Ronan parked the car. "How far are you willing to go?" he asked. "I've been in deep cover before." "What's the most extreme thing you've done?" "Nothing illegal," she replied. "But I've been around dangerous people. I can handle myself. No one suspected that I was a cop." "Strong nerves. I like that. But to penetrate the secret society, you'll need more than just nerves. As a woman, you'll need a great degree of self-confidence." "And why is that?" Ronan looked her straight in the eyes. "Women are viewed as property in the eyes of this secret society. Women are seen as their servants. Sexual servants." "I'm not going to fuck anybody." "Maybe you won't have to." "Explain." "I could bring you inside as my personal slave. Then, no one can touch you, unless I allow it." "There has to be another way," Kimberly replied. "I could set up a surveillance perimeter around the manor. Just me. No one else can know about this. Not until I get more proof." "Won't work. These people come in black cars with tinted windows, so you can't see who's inside. And they rarely show their faces outside. I got lucky getting those surveillance photos last year." "Then how should we do this?" Ronan raised an eyebrow. "Getting inside is the only way. But I've already warned you, that comes with a price." "If I get inside, then what? Will it be worth it?" "You'll see things which will shock you. I guarantee it." She sighed, "I..." "Don't answer yet," he said, cutting her off. "Just think about it. When the time comes, then I'll ask for your answer. Okay?" She nodded. "Okay." The detective left the car and walked away. She had more questions than answers. And she didn't know what to do. *** Days passed. Then weeks. Kimberly continued with her job as a city detective. She was a great investigator. But all she could think about was Ronan and the possibility of making major arrests. It would be a defining moment in her law enforcement career. She wondered if she would ever hear from him again. All the while, the news media continued with their stories of corruptions and scandals. But there wasn't enough hard evidence to actually do anything about it. Kimberly wondered how credible Ronan was. His documents and photographs proved to be authentic. But a secret society? It was a stretch for Kimberly to believe. Whatever the case, it was impossible for her to determine Ronan's motives. He was an impossible man to read. *** Late at night. Kimberly was dressed for bed, barefoot, wearing sweatpants and a small white tshirt. Her long red hair neatly combed. There was a knock on her door. When she checked to see who it was, she saw Ronan through the peephole. She considered quickly changing her clothes, but she decided against it, since it wasn't worth the effort. Not at that hour. Kimberly opened the door to see Ronan standing there with a small box. She immediately became self-conscious of the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. And she hoped that her nipples weren't poking through her small tshirt. "You shouldn't be here," she said. "I don't even want to know how you've gotten my address." "I'm a resourceful man. And this is the perfect place for us to meet. We'll need the privacy." She sighed, "Come in." Ronan entered and his eyes examined the small apartment. He placed the small box on a nearby table and left it there. "You've obviously thought about the offer," he said. "Yes, of course." "I'm assuming that you want to do it." "I go where the action is," she replied. "If you're telling the truth, then someone needs to investigate it. I can certainly handle myself in this situation." "Figures. I knew you would accept." "It was the only decision I could have made." "Well then, Detective Grante, let's get to the point," he said. "The ritual is this weekend. I'll only take you there if you accept two major conditions." Kimberly sharpened her gaze. "What are they?" "The first condition is that you'll have to sign a contract. The contract stipulates that you'll only investigate certain members of the society. Nothing beyond that. Obviously the contract is legally non-binding, however, you seem like an honorable woman. I trust you'll abide by it." She couldn't help but smile. "You fucking asshole. You're using me." "Think of this as a mutually beneficial relationship. I help you. You help me. We both win." She rolled her eyes. "What's the other condition?" "The second condition is that you'll have to give the appearance that you're my sexual servant. That's the only way you'll be allowed to entire without a proper security check." "What does that entail?" A slight grin appeared on Ronan's face. "You'll be completely naked. Head to toe. I'll have you on a leash and we get to explore the private compound where the ritual is held. But don't worry about your identity, you'll be wearing a gold mask to cover your pretty face." It was a moment which caused Kimberly to freeze. She quickly collected her thoughts and tried to think fast. Attending the ritual, if it actually existed, was a rare opportunity. But at the same time, she was expected to be fully nude as Ronan's slave. What if it was a trap? What if it was a set up? All she knew was that Ronan had already provided what seemed like hard evidence, but she still wasn't sure if she could trust him or not. Kimberly's gut feeling wasn't much help either. "That's a lot to ask," she said, keeping cool. "It is. The greater the risk, the greater the reward. Isn't that the old saying?" "How can I trust you?" "We'll take things slow. I've never lied to you about anything." "Who are you?" she asked in a mystified manner. "From the moment we've met, you've been in complete control. You handed me game changing evidence, and now this?" "It doesn't matter who I am." "Yes it does." He took a step forward. "Detective Grante, the deal is on the table. Do you want to go to the ritual, or not? It's your choice." The detective sharpened her eyes. She tried to read Ronan, but she couldn't. Her gut instincts were failing her. All that was left was Kimberly's desire to be a great detective. "I'll do it," she said apprehensively. Ronan smiled, "Then I'll open the box." He opened the box and there was a contract inside. The contract was handwritten in cursive. He placed the contract on the table along with a pen. Then he gently pushed it towards the detective's direction. Kimberly quickly read the informal contract. It was exactly what Ronan had described, that the detective would investigate only certain people, in exchange, she would be able to enter the secret ritual. She looked through the short list of names. Some of the names she recognized. Others, she didn't. The names she recognized were of mob figures and a few city councilmen. Then she signed her name on the contract. She had given Ronan her promise to abide by his rules. "Now for your mask," he said. "Remove your clothes." "Excuse me?" "You're expected to be naked, remember? That's the only way you'll be allowed to enter. So we'll need practice. And we have to make this look believable. You'll need the confidence of a sexual servant." "This better not be a ploy," she said firmly. "If you're attempting to..." "Save the threats, detective. I give you my word. The secret society exists, and if you do what I say, then I'll show it to you. Now, undress." Kimberly gave an icy glare, which Ronan was unfazed by. There was nothing she could do or say to throw Ronan off his game. The man was simply too good at whatever he was doing. Detective Kimberly Grante She took a firm breath for confidence. Not that she needed it. Her body was well-earned from plenty of tough workouts each week. She looked good. And she knew it. But the feeling of being naked in front of a mysterious man like Ronan was unusual and awkward. Especially in the privacy of her own apartment. Nevertheless, she remained focused on her ultimate goal. She needed to infiltrate the secret society (if it existed). And she needed Ronan's help to do so. "Tonight is your lucky night," Kimberly said sarcastically. She started with her bottom because she felt it would be easier. She reached down and yanked her sweat pants off. Then she kicked them away with her feet. Her athletic legs with creamy white skin were on full display. She did the same process with her thin panties. She pulled them down to her ankles and kicked it away. Her cleanly shaven vagina was exposed. Finally, she stood up straight, looked Ronan in the eyes, and pulled her small tshirt off. Her breasts were ample sized with light pink nipples, which became stiff. Kimberly stood confidently with her hands on her hips. There was a serious expression on her face which said; This is what I look like naked. It's only for business. Deal with it. "Very beautiful," Ronan said, looking her over. "You're exactly what I expected. Only a little better." "Let's keep this professional. Show me the mask." "Very well." Ronan reached inside the box and lifted a gold mask. It looked beautiful and elegant. There were black straps on the back so that a person could wear it. "Stand in front of the mirror," he said. "I'll put the mask on you." Kimberly did what she was asked. She stood in front of a full length mirror next to the door. It was strange seeing her naked reflection while Ronan stood beside her. It was even stranger when Ronan put the gold mask on her face. Ronan brushed her red hair away, tucking it behind her ear. Then he tightened the straps so the mask would remain still. Kimberly looked at her naked reflection with the gold mask on her face. There was a sensual contrast between her long red hair and the gold mask. It was sure to give her a lot of extra attention. "You are so beautiful, detective," Ronan said, as they both looked in the mirror. "You are stunning. You are an amazing sexual creature." "Is this going to be dangerous?" "Yes." "How dangerous?" "We can't be caught," he said. "It isn't an option. Terrible things may happen to us. Are you up to the challenge? Does this scare you?" She paused for a moment. "I get nervous for undercover operations. I get scared sometimes too. I'm only human. But I live for challenges." "Are you a submissive woman?" "I'm a strong woman." "I mean sexually, Detective Grante. Are you submissive in the bedroom? Do you like being controlled? Do you like surrendering your sexuality?" Ronan softly touched Kimberly's red hair. He ran his fingers through it. Kimberly normally would have stopped him, but for some reason, she simply allowed it. "I've had fantasies," she admitted. "Most women do." She was peeved at herself for being too candid with Ronan, but it was the truth. She was in an honest mood. She was already naked anyway. What else was there to hide? "What happens at the ritual?" she asked. "Powerful men discuss their business and plans. They reaffirm their allegiances to the order. Then, lots of sex with beautiful women. The kind of sex that powerful men enjoy." "And what kind is that?" Ronan grabbed Kimberly by the waist. His arms wrapped tightly around her from behind. He squeezed tightly as they looked in the mirror, admiring Kimberly's naked reflection and gold mask. "This kind," he said, squeezing tighter. "Dominance. Control. These are powerful and dangerous people. That includes sexual power. Whatever you see, don't be afraid. You'll become suspicious if you get nervous. Remember, you're my sex slave. Okay?" "Okay." "Then you should be accustomed to it. You shouldn't be nervous in front of others if I touch you. You shouldn't flinch or be afraid. This should be normal to you." Ronan slid his right hand down and touched Kimberly's bare pussy. He explored her labia. Then he rubbed the clitoris. "How many people are going to be there?" she asked, with her voice shaky from the touching. Ronan continued rubbing. "Maybe a hundred. That includes a nice number of female entertainment. Willing sexual servants." "What will they be doing?" she asked breathlessly, closing her eyes. Ronan rubbed the clit faster. "Everything. And everyone." There was a tense feeling in the room as he rubbed and rubbed. Kimberly's clitoris was filled with sexual sensation. She simply let go and allowed herself to lose control. "Be prepared for what you see this weekend," he said. "Your eyes will be opened to many things. It's a new world. A sexual odyssey of dominance and submission. Maybe you'll like it." Kimberly reached an orgasm from the hand of Ronan. She briefly hunched over, then she stood up and leaned against the wall. "Please leave," she said, breathing heavily. "I need to be alone." "I understand. We'll keep in touch. The meeting is this Saturday and I'll provide you with further instructions. Have a good night, detective." Ronan gave a faint smile and he took the contract and left. When he was gone, Kimberly removed the mask and sat naked on the floor. She wondered what just happened. How could she have orgasmed from that man? She wondered if she was truly up for the task. *** The next few days were filled with emotional conflict. How could she let Ronan touch her like that? Between the legs? How could she have been brought to orgasm? It made her feel embarrassed. It made her feel ashamed. It made her feel like she had crossed the line. There were also other emotions she struggled with. Kimberly hadn't dated much since being promoted to detective several years ago. Her sex life primary consisted of late nights with a vibrator. Being held, controlled, and masturbated by Ronan felt good. It was a much needed relief. Like many women, Kimberly had the occasional fantasy of dominance & submission. Nothing strong. But the fantasy was there. She had experimented with it years ago with an ex-boyfriend, and she had come to the conclusion that it wasn't her thing. Maybe her ex-boyfriend wasn't very good at it? They were both clueless with the whole bdsm lifestyle. But not Ronan. He was a man who knew what to do, and how to do it. There was a confidence about him that Kimberly found appealing. Finally, and most importantly, Kimberly struggled with the idea of being completely nude at the ritual. Wearing the mask to conceal her identity was only mildly comforting, but it was still an uneasy thought. If her targets were there, then they would be seeing her naked body, along with everyone else in attendance. It was so overwhelming and surreal. But it was her job. It was her goal. And she was extremely motivated to succeed. Part 3 of 3: The Mask & Collar It wasn't long before Kimberly realized that Ronan was right. A secret society existed. And there was no doubt about it. Kimberly and Ronan were both picked up by a black BMW, then they were blindfolded, and the car drove around in circles before heading to the secluded manor. She wore a thin dress with heels. She wore the gold mask before she was blindfolded in the car. Ronan wore a tuxedo and his gold mask. They were taken to a large manor where people were gathering outside. There were dozens of torches in a row, which lead to the main entrance. Everyone was masked. All of the men wore fancy tuxedos. All of the women wore thin dresses. Kimberly felt her heart beating during that moment. But she knew how to control her emotions. Being in a dangerous situation was something she was used to. The masked guests began entering the manor. As the women entered, they undressed, letting their thin outfits fall to the floor. Masked employees of the manor picked up the dressed and put them away. Then the women were collared and put on a leash for the man to hold. Kimberly reached the entrance and it was her turn. She didn't hesitate. She couldn't have. Hesitation would have been a give-away that she didn't belong. It was the moment she had prepared for. Whatever the cost, had always been her motto. By simply pushing away the thin shoulder straps of the dress, she allowed the dress to fall to the floor. She even had to remove her heels. She was completely naked. Head to toe. She felt the eyes peering at her. Eyes from all directions. There were more people than she had anticipated and she had to adapt to it. It was all part of the mental game. Other employees came and tightened a black leather collar around Kimberly's neck. There was a leash attached to the collar. There were silver letters on the collar, which spelled S-L-A-V-E. The employees of the manor moved on to the other naked women in line. "Are you ready to enter?" Ronan asked. "I'm ready." Ronan gently tugged the leash. "Follow me." They entered the manor. *** Inside the manor, there was a large bronze statue of a woman in robes. It was a lifelike replica of a female goddess. It looked like something from the 15th or 16th century, Kimberly estimated. The guests of the ritual formed a line and they got down on their knees to kiss the hand of the statue. They kissed the hand with their gold masks still on. Each of the men did it. So did all of the naked submissive women. As Ronan had explained before, the ritual was an affirmation of their allegiances to the secret society. Once each person had kissed the statue's hand, they were free to roam the manor. It was Kimberly's turn, and she complied like everyone else, getting on her knees to kiss the hand of the female goddess. Ronan did the same, and they entered. The manor was lavish and elegant. The building was rustic and there were many antiques and old paintings on display. It looked like something made for a royal family. Kimberly wondered who owned the place, and if anyone lived in the manor. Underneath the mask, Kimberly's eyes sharply surveyed the area. It was a sexual odyssey as Roman had said. It also had the feeling of an occult ritual. Masked naked women were the servants. They were there to provide physical entertainment and pleasure. Some of them were on their knees performing oral sex. Others were on the receiving end of physical ravishment. Some of the women were performing lesbian acts for people to see. Everything was open and brazen. Kimberly walked with a cool composure as Ronan led her around with the leash. She tried to walk as seductively as possible to blend in. She tried her best to be bold and brave with her own nudity. Her bare feet walked on the hard surface of the manor's floor. "Listen carefully," he said softly. "Down the hall, there's a private room that's narrowly open. I can remove your leash and you can go there and listen to them. Be fast. Are you interested?" "This is what I came here for. Yes, I'm interested." Ronan unclasped the leash. "Be careful. I'll be around the area." The leash was removed, but the S-L-A-V-E collar was still around Kimberly's neck. They exchanged a few more words of caution. Ronan assured Kimberly that she would be safe if she wasn't acting suspiciously. Kimberly assured Ronan that she was always careful. They parted ways. Kimberly was on her own as she wandered the massive hall. She was becoming increasingly comfortable being naked. The mask had allowed her to be brave since no one could recognize her. She walked barefoot down the hall. It looked like a sexual circus. More and more people filled the manor. A woman was escorted to a small stage. She was naked and blindfolded. Her feet were chained together. Her hands were tied above her head. A masked naked woman stood behind her and flogged her. It was purely for adult entertainment and a small crowd seemed to enjoy watching. The woman being flogged gasped and moaned. It was clear that the woman was a true submissive and she was enjoying the public humiliation and pain. It was something Kimberly couldn't understand (yet). The detective ventured further down the hall and saw a naked masked woman performing oral sex on a man in a tuxedo. The woman sucked cock like it was the only thing she lived for. There was another small stage which had a masked woman wearing a metal plate of armor, like something an ancient soldier would wear. Her pussy was exposed, and she used a glass dildo on a submissive woman's anus. It was lewd and lascivious, but a small group of people enjoyed watching it. And based on the moans, the submissive woman being sodomized enjoyed it too. Deep down, the detective found herself becoming aroused. She was only human. Who wouldn't be aroused with that many naked people around? Arousal is a basic human emotion. But the detective had a job to do. Kimberly continued towards the end of the hall. There was a door which was narrowly open. She acted casual as she passed by. She didn't hear much. She didn't bother to stand around long enough to get caught. She just wanted to hear something interesting. Her ears caught certain buzzwords in the room. There was talk of the upcoming election. That was all she heard. And that was all she was willing to hear. Standing alone by the door could have exposed her. As she turned away, a voice came from behind. "You're new here," a man said. "I've never seen your red hair before. It's gorgeous. And those tits and legs- magnificent." It was a voice she recognized. Kimberly was blessed with a sharp memory, and she instantly recognized the voice of City Councilman Miller. Several years ago, Kimberly was a regular street cop, and she provided security escorts for him a few times. A jolt of fear went through Kimberly's spine. She wondered if Miller had recognized her by her trademark long red hair. Based on the flirtatious nature of Miller's voice, it seemed unlikely. He sounded like a man who just wanted to flirt. "It's my first time," she told him. "I'm here with my master." Miller looked large and intimidating behind his gold mask. And since he was masked, Kimberly couldn't tell what his facial expressions were, or if he believed her. "Bad little slave. All alone without your master." "I can handle myself." "I bet you could," Miller said. "With those arms and legs, I bet you could handle yourself against any man." "Let's hope we don't have to find out tonight." "You've got a mouth on you. Not bad. Come on, I'll show you a few things around here." "My master wouldn't like that," Kimberly insisted. "I don't think he would mind. You see, I run this place. That means I'm entitled to all of the submissive slaves in this room. It's a perk of my position, as I'm sure you've already been told." "Of course," she lied. Miller extended his arm. "I'm going to teach you a few things. Take my arm and I'll give you the grand tour." The detective maintained composure and held onto the councilman's arm. *** In the back of her mind, she wondered how she could possibly get out of that situation. There didn't seem to be a way. Miller was too adamant. Maybe he knew that she was a detective? Maybe he was just being coy? There was no way to be sure. Their arms were clasped together and the large city councilman wasn't lettering her go. So, Kimberly went along with it. She couldn't risk getting caught, and maybe, if she was lucky, she would be able to get some valuable information. Miller sweet talked in her ear. He told Kimberly that he had never seen such beautiful red hair before. He complimented Kimberly's breasts, arms, bottom, and legs. He said that she was the perfect package. Then he told Kimberly that she was going to receive the treatment of a proper slave. The detective's training and fighter instincts wanted to act, and she wanted to punch him in the gut and run. She resisted those urges. There was no way to escape the manor. Kimberly was led to the center of the hall. Naked women and sex acts were all around. It was the essence of debauchery, but at the same time, there was an elegance and class to the ritual. It was so formal yet so sexually charged. "On the stage," Miller said in her ear. "There is an empty spot for you." She tried to remain cool and comfortable. "I'm fine where I am. Maybe I can show you a few moves in private?" "We're all friends here, darling. Whatever you show me in private, you can show me on stage." "I'm not very good at this." "There's nothing to be good at. You won't have to do anything. Just stand there. That's all." Kimberly maintained her cool composure and stepped onto the small stage. She looked to the other small stages. Masked submissive women were being used as playthings in order to entertain people. It made her heart pound to think that she could be next. And she was. The only comfort she had was that she was masked. No one would ever know her true identity, except for Ronan. Yet, the detective still wondered if Miller knew and was just playing a dirty game with her. Miller gave the signal and a masked woman with a gold chestplate helped secure the detective. The woman was dressed like a female soldier in ancient times with the gold armor on her chest. She was naked underneath and the sides of her breasts and vagina were visible. The detective gave up control. She allowed her ankles to be chained. She allowed her wrists to be cuffed and hung overhead. Kimberly had never felt so vulnerable in her life. She stood with her legs spread and her hands overhead. Her nudity was on full display, and the crowd began to notice. More people turned their attention towards Kimberly. Apparently, she was a more attractive sight than the other women on the other stages. Kimberly's red hair was truly a blessing and a curse. "Caress her breasts," Miller said to the armored woman. The armored woman complied. Kimberly had her breasts touched and fondled by the woman standing behind her. She felt humiliated as more people in the audience began to watch. Her pink nipples were being pinched and rubbed. It felt good. It made her wet. "Caress her below," Miller ordered. The hands of the armored woman moved below. Kimberly felt her labia being rubbed by the woman behind her. It was similar to what Ronan had done to her, except this time, it was from a woman's touch. A soft feminine touch. Her labia and clitoris were being sensually massaged. Kimberly felt ashamed for enjoying it. But no one would know, besides Ronan. Being masked had allowed her to enjoy the intense sexual feelings of humiliation & submission. "Lick her," Miller commanded. The detective felt a glimmer of excitement at the idea of being licked in front of everyone. Especially from the tongue of another woman. Kimberly had never had a sexual experience with another woman before, but she had been interested in the past. There wasn't much waiting. The submissive woman got down on her knees, spread Kimberly's butt cheeks apart, stuck her tongue through the mask, and began to lick. The licks went up & down the bottom of Kimberly's vagina and around her anus. They were soft and sensual licks. Her questions about feeling oral pleasure from another woman had been answered. In any other circumstance, Kimberly would have loved it wholeheartedly. But she was cuffed & bound on a small stage for masked criminals to see. Regardless of the circumstance, Kimberly allowed herself enjoy the oral pleasure. She enjoyed the feeling of the submissive woman licking her pussy and asshole. It was so exhilarating being licked and watched while she was on stage. Detective Kimberly Grante "Now flog her," Miller said coldly. The mood instantly changed. Flogged? Kimberly had never been flogged before. She had been spanked a few times by her ex-boyfriend, and she hated it. As the mouth moved away and the submissive woman stood, Kimberly would have another chance to experience the sensations of pain & pleasure. Kimberly braced herself for whatever was to come. Her eyes remained on Miller and the growing crowd of masked men in tuxedos and masked naked women. Other people continued engaging in blatant sex acts in the lavish hall. The feeling was surreal. Finally, it came. She was struck from behind with a leather flog. It hurt. It stung. But it also gave her a strange sense of pleasure. Not from the flogging itself. But from the submissive act of being flogged in front of the small captive audience. More strikes came. They came in a continuous motion. All of the strikes were directed towards Kimberly's bare bottom. The strikes made loud snapping noises which echoed down the hall and commanded even more attention. It continued to sting and make her skin feel tender. But she was a tough woman, and she could handle it. "Let's make the initiation more memorable for our new slave," Miller said, while the detective was still being flogged. "You, make her orgasm." Miller had gestured to another masked naked submissive to get on stage. The submissive gave an obedient 'yes master,' for an answer, and went to the small stage with a glass dildo which was nearby. As the detective was being flogged for entertainment, the second submissive brought the glass dildo to Kimberly's spread pussy. Kimberly's legs couldn't close since her ankles were chained. The dildo easily slid inside because her pussy was so wet and aroused. The dildo was instantly used in a swift motion. There was no feeling out process. No process of getting comfortable. It was straight to the point. And the point was to make Kimberly have an orgasm in front of everyone. As Kimberly was getting flogged from behind, and a dildo was being used inside of her aching wet pussy, she resisted the urge to moan. She clenched her jaw tight and pressed her lips together. She refused to give Miller, or any of the other criminals watching, the pleasure of seeing her so aroused. They were already seeing her naked and used. And that was more than enough. But she couldn't resist for long. She was only human and her body had natural reactions. The flog and dildo were taking its toll. The pressure and intensity built. The small crowd grew as more people watched the red haired detective being used as a sexual servant. Once the emotions became too much, Kimberly closed her eyes and unleashed a powerful scream. With a voice like hers, everyone in the hall was able to hear it. It was loud and powerful. She came. It was a mindblowing orgasm she received. Her body tensed as the dildo was being worked even faster by the trained submissive. Her heart was beating at a rapid pace and she breathed heavily. Kimberly squirted all over the floor as her knees were bent. It trickled down from her vagina and everyone knew how much pleasure she had. Then suddenly, her body nearly went limp. It was difficult for her to stand, but she managed. The flogging and dildo stopped at the appropriate time. It was the way the submissive women were trained. They were trained to stop once an orgasm was reached. Kimberly felt the restraints on her ankles & wrists being undone. She was being released. Her eyes surveyed the room to see Miller giving a slow clap. It made her feel embarrassed to reach such a powerful orgasm while a hall full of criminal secret society members had been watching. They were the very people she was trying to put in prison. And they had all seen her naked, being used, being ravished, and having a powerful orgasm. It made her feel so ashamed. But it was such a unique thrill. Epilogue: Several months later. The detective finally got the answer she was looking for. City Councilman Miller didn't know her true identity at the manor. If he had, he would have prevented the case from being built against him. The evidence had already been compiled against him and several others. The cases were nearly ready to go. Kimberly entered the abandoned building late in the afternoon. It was the location which Ronan had told her to appear. The locations always changed for their meetings. Even after all those months, Kimberly still didn't know much about Ronan. In many ways, she didn't want to. She began to enjoy the secrecy which surrounded their relationship. She saw him on the 2nd floor. Ronan had been waiting patiently in the nearly empty room. A file was on the table, along with a few other items. "That's the rest of the evidence," Ronan said, gesturing to the file. "Congratulations detective, you're about to become a big star." "I suppose I owe it all to you." "Will you thank me when you're in the media?" She smiled, "Confidential sources must always remain secret." "Good girl." "Now what?" she asked with a sense of genuine curiosity. "Where do we go from here? Will you continue to provide me with new information?" "Maybe. We'll see." "You sound hesitant." "Right now, all I'm thinking about is our more recent arrangement," he said. "I provide you with detailed information, then you give me something in return. Have you forgotten already?" "Of course not." The detective placed her badge on the table, next to the file. Then she placed her gun on the table. Then her jacket. Then blouse. She removed everything until she was completely naked. She even got barefoot. "Bend over the table," he ordered. "Just the way I like you." Kimberly laid her chest on the table. Her breasts felt cold against the surface. It caused her nipples to harden. She continued laying in that position as Ronan used rope to tie her ankles apart, and her wrists down. Ronan was an expert with ropes, apparently. As she laid with her face down on the cold table, she thought of what would happen to her law enforcement career. She was on the verge of taking down a major criminal enterprise. She imagined how much recognition she would get from her peers. And she thought of the new enemies she would make. It would change her life, and she was ready for it. The detective snapped out of those thoughts when she heard the buzzing sound. A small vibrator had been activated, and it was inserted inside of her vagina. Ronan spread her pink labia and pushed the sex toy inside of her pussy. It felt arousing. Especially when Ronan did it. He knew exactly how she liked it. The sex toy was an exact fit for Kimberly's pussy. It vibrated at the right speed too. It was pushed deep inside of her pussy so that it wouldn't fall out. She simply laid there and enjoyed the blissful feeling of the vaginal stimulation. But Ronan had other things in mind, like always. Kimberly moved her head up as Ronan walked near her. She watched him undo his pants. "I'll miss this," she sighed, while bound with a vibrator in her pussy. Ronan freed his erection. "Will you?" "I will. Honestly." "I believe you." Kimberly kissed the tip of the cock. "So I've earned your trust?" "You've earned a lot more than that." Ronan pushed the head of his cock inside of Detective Grante's eager mouth. It wasn't long before the room was filled the sounds of vibrations and sloppy sucking noises. She sucked with enthusiasm and vigor. She didn't need the use of her bound hands. Not when her mouth and tongue were so talented. And of course, her magical lips, which felt amazing against any man's hardened cock. The table began to shake as Kimberly's body twitched. There was only so much time a vibrator could spend inside a pussy before a woman's body gives in. And several minutes later, Kimberly's pussy had reached the breaking point. "If you'll be a good servant, I'll make you cum," Ronan said. "Mmm hmmm...." Ronan began to face fuck the detective. He wrapped his fingers in Kimberly's hair and thrusted his cock in her mouth, back and forth. In exchange, Kimberly wrapped her lips tighter around the hard cock, and she sucked with all her might. The suction from her mouth was so tight that it nearly felt like sex, at least for Ronan. He grunted and moaned. He thrusted faster. He came inside the detective's wanting mouth. As usual, she swallowed every drop. Then she used her tongue to lick whatever was left over. She did it until there was no more cum and Ronan's penis had turned flaccid. He pulled away and went back to Kimberly's pussy. There was still important work to be done, and he accomplished it by turning the vibrator up another notch, making Kimberly cry. The vibrations were powerful, and Kimberly tugged the ropes with all of her strength. As strong as she was, she wasn't strong enough to break the bondage. This time, it was Kimberly's turn to cum. And it was a powerful climax. Her toes curled into a round shape and her back arched. Her biceps flexed to pull the rope, causing her wrists to turn red from the tightness. The building was empty, so Kimberly didn't care how loud she was. She could be as loud as she wanted to be. And she took that opportunity to cry and moan. She came all over the table and onto the floor. It was wet, messy, and very satisfying. Then she was done. Kimberly laid blissfully with her face rested on the table. She felt her ankles & wrists being untied. She heard Ronan packing his things. "It's been fun," Ronan said, kissing her beautiful red hair. "You're a true gem, I hope you know that." She smiled, "Thank you. For everything." When she closed her eyes for a brief moment to enjoy the powerful orgasm she felt, she heard Ronan's footsteps walking away. When she opened her eyes, he was gone. Kimberly got off the table and sat on the floor in a curled position. She felt the cold surface of the floor and the wetness between her legs. She used her fingers to wipe her labia, then she tasted the fluids. She wiped the remnants of male cum around her mouth, then she tasted it. She wondered if she would ever see him again. 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