5 comments/ 100398 views/ 68 favorites Detective Alison Rossii By: HeyAll It was late in the evening. Alison was finally able to let her hair down after another stressful day at work. She let out a sigh and kicked her shoes off as she entered her apartment. She took off her jacket and tossed it on the couch. Her boyfriend smiled as he placed the take-out food on the table. He was a good looking man, with tanned skin and a suave attitude. He spoke with a slight Italian accent. "You look beautiful in that outfit," he said as he sat down on the couch. "I'm glad you like it," she smiled back. "I bet the men you work with can't take their eyes away from you. They must have a good time admiring your body when you aren't looking." "Oh please, that's the last thing I need to worry about. Besides, I'm used to dealing with aggressive men. I've dealt with them my whole life." He patted the seat on the couch next to him. "Come here, you look like you need a kiss." Alison walked to the couch, but instead of sitting on it, she sat on his lap, taking him by surprise. He wrapped his arms around her and they kissed. It was a long and passionate kiss; the kind that showed that two people were madly in love. "You must have really needed that," he said. "I did," she replied. "There's something I need to tell you." "Something good I hope." "It's about my job. You know that my work can be dangerous." His hand rubbed her legs. "Of course. I think it's sexy." "I'm not kidding," Alison replied, stopping his hand. "I've agreed to an undercover assignment. The department is going after some dangerous people, but I won't be in harms way, at least if everything goes smoothly." "Sounds serious." "It is. I've been discussing it for a few weeks with the Lieutenant, and I've agreed to do it after all the details had been worked out." "How dangerous is this assignment?" he asked. "I'll be serving food to this city's most notorious mob figure, and his henchmen." "So you'll be posing as a waitress?" Alison nodded. "Only on the weekends. There's a small Italian restaurant on the other side of town where he like to eat. The department cut a deal with the owner to have me work there. I'll wear a wire, and if I have a chance, I'll sneak in the backroom and plant a bug. It should be simple." "If it was that simple, then they wouldn't need you to do it," he replied staunchly. "Things are never that simple." She rubbed his chest and shoulders. "I don't want us to fight tonight. I love you. And I was hoping you would be more understanding. This is what I do. It's for the good of the city." "I love you too," he replied, rubbing her legs once again. "You're right. This city needs more brave women like you. Strong and courageous. I love that about you." They kissed on the lips once again. "So you're not mad?" "Just concerned," he replied. "How long will you be doing it? This undercover assignment." "Days. Maybe weeks. Maybe months. There's no set timeline. The Lieutenant and I will judge the operation depending on what kind of information we get. I hope you understand." "If that's what it takes to get the job done..." "I'm glad you're taking this well." "As long as I'm with you, I'm happy," he replied. "Just promise me you won't do anything crazy. I don't want to lose you. You're all I have." "I promise. You're all I have too." The food was getting cold on the table as they kissed passionately once again. Their hands were all over each other. They were inseparable. *** One week later. Alison Rossii was in a small hotel room with another female agent.. She stood front of the mirror in nothing but panties and a bra while the other agent watched. Alison carefully inserted a small wire underneath the lower end of her bra. Then she inspected her lip stick container to ensure that the bugging device was properly in place for when she had the opportunity to use it. The highly ambitious police detective was determined to be the person who finally brought down James Rizzo. She had always dreamed big and already had an impressive resume of accomplishments on the police force. Bringing down the mafia would be the crown jewel of her career, and propel her to new heights. She picked up the restaurant uniform and put it on, trying her best not to mess up her hair. The outfit was nice since the restaurant was classy. Once she wore it, she took her time making sure it fit properly and that she looked the part of a good server. "How do I look?" Alison asked, staring at herself in the mirror "Like you're overqualified to be a waitress," the other detective joked. "I'll take that as a compliment." "Are you nervous?" Detective Rossii kept her eyes on the mirror. "A little bit. I'm always nervous on undercover assignments." "I mean are you more nervous this time? Or less? Rizzo is a big deal." "Maybe both," she replied. "Mob bosses aren't as crazy as street thugs or drug dealers on the street, they're more predictable. But they're also smarter." "Being smart is what makes them dangerous," the other agent stated. Alison turned to look at the other agent. "My shift starts in an hour. I better get down there. It's the first day of a new job and I don't want to be late." "Or else what? The owner will fire you?" the agent joked. Alison smiled, "He better not fire me, or the Lieutenant will throw his ass in jail for drug offenses." "Right. You look sharp detective. You'll do fine." "I hope so. Wish me luck." Before long, Detective Rossii stepped out of the hotel room in her restaurant attire. Her new identity was set, and she memorized all of the details of the person she was supposed to be. Her hair was dyed, and she even worked on her Italian accent as a way to blend in. She wasn't going to talk like the intelligent, highly educated woman that she was, but like someone who's been hustling her whole life. The plan was in motion. *** Three months later. Alison walked into the office of her superior and closed the door. Her hair was dyed back to its original color, and she wore a sharp suit like always. The Lieutenant smiled as he stood up to give the detective a small round of applause. They shook hands and then sat down. "Bravo," he said. "I read your latest report. Very well done." "Thank you sir. You have no idea how good this feels." "Pretty relieved I would imagine," he replied. "Spending months undercover is a long time for any agent." Alison nodded. "Damn right. It was a long and frustrating road, but I think we've succeeded." "You've succeeded," the Lieutenant added. "We've never been able to gather this much solid evidence against Rizzo and his associates until now. All of our previous attempts had failed for whatever reason. This is an amazing accomplishment and I'll make sure you receive an award from the mayor." "That would really mean a lot to me." "Consider it done. The Mayor has been putting a lot of pressure on this department to get rid of certain criminal elements for political reasons. He would be thrilled to find out the kind of progress we've made." "I can't stand politicians and their bullshit," she replied. "So I don't really follow politics." "Politics is a part of everything. You should follow it if you want to further your career. The Mayor has been getting hammered by his opponent over what the mob is doing to this city. Once he finds out that the DA will now have a strong enough case to put Rizzo and his mafia buddies in prison, he'll be grateful. Trust me, when a mayor is seen honoring the police, it makes him look good, especially during election season." The detective nodded. "I'm just glad the bad guys are going to be put away." "Don't we all. Your father was a great cop. He'd be very proud of you and your sister if he was around to see this. He was a good man." Alison nodded, "I know he was. My sister and I used to get mad at him for spending so much time working instead of being with us. The funny thing is, since I joined the police department, I've become exactly like him." "For some people, being a cop is in their blood. You were born to do this. You're one of the best detectives I've ever had the pleasure of working with." "Give it a rest Lieutenant," she blushed. "I mean it. We're on our way to delivering the biggest single blow to organized crime this city has ever seen because of the evidence you've obtained." "It was my pleasure," she replied proudly. "One more thing," he added. "I'm retiring at the end of the year. I've spoken with the Commissioner and we've both agreed that you should be my replacement. Congratulations. You're going to be a Lieutenant in the near future." "Me? Why me?" she asked in state of surprise. It was everything she had worked for since the beginning of her law enforcement career. "Because people around here respect you. You're a natural born leader, you're hard working, and you're highly intelligent. Besides, you're great with the media and we think it's important to have a strong woman on tv as one of the faces of our department. We think you'd make a great role model for young girls." Alison was beaming with pride. "That you so much sir. You have no idea how much those words mean to me. I've always been a strong advocate for women's rights. I got that from my mother." "I can see that. Your mother is a unique woman." "She is. I'll be sure to let her know the good news, and a few other people." "A few others huh?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. "Anyone special in your life? Anyone I should know about?" Alison blushed, "I'm seeing someone at the moment." "It sounds like more than that. I've never seen you blush like this. Come on detective, you don't have to be shy with me." "His name is Joseph. We've been dating for a couple months and I'm head-over-heels in love with him." "I'm glad to hear it," the Lieutenant said with a nod. "In this line of work, it's important to have someone special in your life. And frankly, I'm a little surprised hearing this. I've never heard you discuss your love life before in all the years we've known each other." "I always keep my work and my private life separate." "Fair enough. I rarely discuss family matters with other people in this department. So I understand if you don't want to talk about your boyfriend." Alison blushed again. "He might be more than just a boyfriend. The other day, I was snooping through his apartment while he was in the shower and I found an engagement ring. It was recently purchased. He's going to ask me to marry him." "And what will you say?" "Yes," she smiled. "I'll say yes." The Lieutenant stood up and extended his hand. Alison stood and they both shook hands. "Congratulations once again detective. You're going to be a Lieutenant soon, and a beautiful bride. Things are looking up for you. And they couldn't have happened to a more deserving person." "Don't forget about that medal from the Mayor." He laughed, "Of course." *** That evening. Detective Rossii turned the knob on her apartment door and was surprised by candle lights. Everything was radiating an orange color from the fire. Her eyes roamed the small apartment and she could barely recognize the place where she lived. Everything seemed different. Candles were everywhere. The dining table was set with roses, and food was prepared on fancy plates. When the detective stepped foot inside of her apartment, a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind. "What kind of detective lets someone sneak up behind her?" the man asked. Alison playfully laughed. "I never let my guard down, except for you..." "Good answer. Now give me a kiss." Joseph let go and Alison turned around to kiss him in a warm embrace. It was a warm passionate kiss, and it lasted longer than usual. "Candle light dinner huh?" she asked, with her arms around him. "I'm a romantic guy." He gave her another kiss on the lips. "I love that about you. And your timing couldn't have been better. I've got some amazing news and I wanted to spend the night with you. The Lieutenant is retiring in a few months and I'm going to take his place. I'm getting a major opportunity. Can you believe it?" "Of course I believe it. Why do you think I came here to surprise you?" She playfully slapped him on the chest. "You knew?" "You aren't the only one with sources," he said mischievously. "Did my mother call you and tell you to surprise me?" "Maybe one day you'll find out. But not now. Tonight is your special night. Our special night." Joseph took her by the hand and led her to the dining table. He handed her a glass of champagne, and they both drank. "This is for more than just my promotion, isn't it?" she asked. "I can tell by the look in your eyes that you're up to something." "Am I that obvious?" She nodded. "This is what I do for a living." Joseph smiled, "Then you know my secret." "I think I do," she smiled back. "Good things are worth waiting for Alison. When the perfect time comes, then I'll ask. I want tonight to be focused on you and your achievements." A sense of sadness came over Alison when she realized that he wouldn't propose to her, but she understood his motives. "You're a sweet guy. You really are. I love you Joseph." He kissed her on the mouth. "I love you too Alison." They held each other close in a warm hug. "I couldn't have done any of this without you," she said, with her head on his chest. "You were the only thing keeping me sane these past few months. I've never told anyone this, but I was scared to death working undercover." "You're a brave woman." "Only sometimes. You really helped me through the tough times. I'm so grateful that you were there for me when I needed someone to talk to, and that you understood me. I was expecting you to run like most men do." He kissed her forehead. "I'm not like most men. I know what I have in my arms. You're a special person to me. I'll never forget that." They kissed again. Alison took a deep breath and gathered her courage. "I found the ring in your apartment a few days ago, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Ever since we met, I've always thought about you. I've never felt this way before." "Are you sure I'm the right guy for you?" he asked sincerely. "This is a major step." She kissed him on the lips. "I'm sure. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I can imagine us having kids together. I'm 41. I'm not getting any younger. We can start a family. Maybe the Lieutenant will agree to hold off on his retirement while we have a child together. I know it's crazy because it's happening so fast, but it feels right." He smiled, "I've always wanted to be a father." "So is this the proposal I've been waiting for?" Joseph reached inside of his pocket and took out a small box. He got down on one knee as he opened the box to show a ring. "Alison, will you do me the honor of being..." "Yes! Yes! Yes!" The normally stoic and brave detective was overjoyed and could barely contain herself. She bent down to kiss her fiancee on the mouth. It was a hard and sloppy kiss. They held each other for a while, then they got back to their feet. "I'm so excited to spend the rest of my life with you," she said happily. "I've never felt this way before." "Neither have I." "So what happens next?" "First," he said. "I want to feed you. I bought us food from your favorite restaurant. Then, for the rest of the night, I want you in my arms, naked." She smiled. "That sounds very romantic. But right now, I'm hungry for something else." The detective continued kissing him while unzipping his pants. *** 8:26 am. Alison overslept after forgetting to set the alarm the night before. Her head ached from all the drinking she did. She was in naked in bed and the blanket was a mess. It took her a while to collect her thoughts, but everything became clear once she saw the engagement ring on her finger. She smiled to herself, knowing she would soon be a wife to the man she loved more than anything. Alison slipped on a tshirt with nothing else underneath and walked around her small apartment. Her clothes were all over the floor and she realized that Joseph had already left. The candles had all burnt out. The dining table had old roses on it with dirty dishes that needed to be washed. Her phone beeped and she walked back inside of her bedroom to see who it was. It was the Lieutenant: "I'm sorry," she answered. "I overslept." "You're still at home?" "Yeah, I'll be right over." "I need you in my office immediately." "What's going on?" she asked with concern. "Just get your ass over here." "I'm on my way." She pulled off the tshirt and quickly ran to the bathroom to wash up. Then she quickly rummaged through her closet, putting on her undergarments and a nice suit. Her hair was still a mess, but she didn't care. After drinking a glass of water and eating a few bites of leftover muffin for breakfast, she headed to the police department as fast as she could. *** Once she arrived, she entered the Lieutenant's office and closed the door. There was were a pile of cds on his desk which had come from a large yellow envelope. The envelope had the Lieutenant's name on it written with a blank marker. She sat down so they could talk. "What's this?" she asked, wondering what the urgency was. "We have a serious situation on our hands," he said bluntly. "It's brutal and I don't know how else to explain it. It's going to be painful." "Tell me what it is already." The Lieutenant took a deep breath. "This morning I received a package. It was unmarked except for my name. I opened it and found these cds. Whoever sent this to me had access to your home. They recorded everything." Alison shook her head. "Please don't say what I think you're going to say." "I'm afraid so. Someone recorded you in your bedroom." Rossii felt her stomach turning in knots. It was like a bad nightmare, except she couldn't wake up. The sinking feeling kept creeping in that this was reality. It was actually happening. "Can I see it?" she asked. The Lieutenant randomly inserted one of the cds inside of his laptop. He had a stone face the entire time. Expressionless. He showed no emotion while he clicked the laptop so that the video would play. Then he turned his laptop so that Detective Rossii could see what was on the screen: It was video of clip of her nude in her bedroom while changing her clothes. The next clip showed the detective having sexual relations with Joseph. Her stomach sank as she watched herself in various sexual positions on her own bed. A nauseous feeling came over her while the video continued. The Lieutenant realized how she felt and turned the video off. "All of the cd's are filled with explicit images of you in your bedroom," he said. "Your apartment must have been bugged for the past few months- at least. I'm very sorry this is happening." "Who...who did this?" she asked, fighting back the tears. "My guess is that it's Rizzo's crew. Our department has a major problem with corruption, and they must have found out that you were assigned to take him down. Our case against Rizzo might be compromised. He might have been feeding us false information the entire time you were undercover." "Has...has anyone else seen these cds?" "I don't know Detective. I honestly don't know. As soon as I realized what was in this envelope, I called you immediately." Tears rolled down her face. "I feel like I'm going to throw up. I feel sick." The Lieutenant stood up and comforted the detective, rubbing her back. "We're going to get the son-of-a-bitches who did this," he said in a reassuring manor. "I'm going to make them pay. I promise you." Detective Alison Rossii Alison stood up and headed towards the door. "I need to be alone right now. God, I feel sick to my stomach." The tough-as-nails detective nearly limped as she exited the room. Her normally perfect posture was reduced to being hunched over. Her stomach was in knots, and it was impossible to hide. Her face showed how broken she was on the inside. Once she opened the door, the other detectives and officers turned to look in her direction. The pain on her face was obvious and it looked like she was going to faint at any moment. More than one person offered help, thinking she was going to pass out imminently. The only thing on her mind were the sex tapes. Did they know? Have they seen the videos? *** A team of police officers and investigators searched through Detective Rossii's home an hour later. She watched as they combed her bedroom for hidden cameras or listening devices. It was a heart-breaking since her home was always a special sanctuary for her after a long stressful day of solving violent crimes. They found what they were looking for, a hidden camera in her bedroom, and nothing else. They left once they were done. 50 messages were sent to Joseph's phone, and none of them were answered. With the police gone, Alison headed straight to Joseph's apartment and banged on the door. She kept on calling him and there was never an answer. Her heart was pounding, and her fiancee's lack of response to her messages was all the probable cause she needed. Alison kicked the door, breaking the lock, and she entered. Joseph's apartment was nearly empty except for some furniture. Her heart sank as she walked around. Pictures, papers, supplies were all gone. It was as if no one lived there. Joseph was gone. She reached for the phone inside of her pocket and called the police station: "This is Detective Rossii...I have an emergency..." *** Later that night. Alison stood on her balcony with a blanket wrapped around her body. She hadn't been able to eat all day, and her life & career were turned upside down. Everything seemed bleak as she pondered everything that had been going on in her life. It amazed her how one single day could change the direction of the life she worked so hard to achieve. Above everything else, her heart was aching for Joseph, the love of her life. The phone rang. It was the Lieutenant: "Please tell me you have some good news," she answered desperately. "I'm afraid not. There are two things you need to know. None of them are good." "What's the first?" "Those private bedroom videos have been seen by a lot of people," he said bluntly. "They've been sent to a lot of law enforcement figures, including ranking officials and people at the DA's office. I tried my best to stop them from watching it once I found out, but it was too late. We've done fingerprint and DNA analysis on everything, and so far, nothing. Whoever did this is a professional." "So that's it. My life is completely ruined," Alison said softly. "Don't say that detective. You'll recover from this. Trust me. You're highly respected and you're one of the best detectives we have. Take some time off. Weeks if you need it. I can't imagine how tough this must be." "And my promotion to become a Lieutenant once you retire? Is that offer still there?" He paused for a moment. "There's no guarantee that you'll still have it. I'll have to speak with the higher-ups about it. It's not good for the police department to have a Lieutenant with a sex tape that may appear on the internet someday." "God, this just keeps getting worse. This is so fucked up. All I wanted was to do the right thing. Now look at me." "You're a strong woman Rossii. We have councilors that can help you. You can heal and recover over time." "I don't want your fucking councilors. I want my fiancee. Do you have any leads on where he is?" The Lieutenant sighed. "That's the other piece of bad news that I wanted to talk with you about. You're not going to like what I have to say." "Get some balls and say it. It can't be much worse than what you've already told me." "How long have you known Joseph Esposito? We've tried doing a background check on him, and we found nothing. His apartment was rented using false identification. All of the paper trail he's left behind appears to be forged." "That's not possible," she replied staunchly. "I know that man intimately. It's not possible." "There's more," he added. "A few months ago the Feds issued a bulletin stating that criminal organizations may be using a new drug to impair the senses of female victims. It's been used overseas against female intelligence officers. Now they think it's being used here." Detective Rossii wanted to scream at the top of her lunges. Her hand clenched the phone tightly. "Are you saying that I was fucking drugged by him!?" she yelled. "I'm saying you might have been. You have some of the best instincts I've ever seen from a detective. It's hard for me to believe that a man with no identity can fool you like this. Rizzo's crew has the resources to obtain such a drug. My theory is that they got this 'Joseph' guy to drug you and plant a video camera in your bedroom to humiliate the police department." "Don't do this to me Lieutenant. This can't be happening right now. I don't believe it." "You've been through a lot," he replied in a calming manner. "Get some rest and we'll continue this conversation tomorrow. I'd also like you to come to the lab when you feel better so that we can get a blood test done." Alison hung up the phone and tossed it to the floor. She continued looking out onto the street. Nobody was around. It was late and most people in the city were peacefully sleeping. Most people were ignorant to the hard realities of life, she thought. Tears formed in her eyes as she began to cry. *** The next morning. Detective Rossii put on a suit without any regard for how sloppy it looked. She put her detective's shield around her neck and tucked it inside of her shirt. She armed herself, putting a gun inside its holster. Everything was still a blur, but her mind was much clearer than the previous night. She was still in a state of disbelief, but she had an objective. Alison got in her car and drove to the other side of the city. The Lieutenant left a couple of messages on her phone, but she had no intention of talking to him, not anytime soon. She simply emailed him stating that she needed more time alone. The Lieutenant would understand, she thought. She drove to a small coffee shop where she knew James Rizzo always had breakfast on the weekdays. When she entered the shop, she saw him sitting down drinking coffee with a few of his associates, all mob figures. Rizzo looked at her the moment she entered. Rizzo was in his late 40's, good looking, but with an intimidating yet sophisticated demeanor to him. "Where is he?" she asked forcefully. Rizzo purposefully looked at her as if she was crazy, as if to mock her in front of all his friends. "Do I know you?" "Imagine me wearing a waitressing outfit." He nodded. "How could I forget? You're my waitress. You look so different in a suit. Let me guess, you got promoted to manager. Or maybe you've become a business woman now." Detective Rossii pulled out the shield from beneath her shirt so it could hang around her neck. "Try again asshole," she replied. "So you're a detective. Well that's disappointing. I've always liked you. It's a real shame that our entire relationship together was based on a lie." "We never had a relationship to begin with." "You served me food and drinks every week. We occasionally made small talk. I consider that a relationship on some level." "Cut the bullshit," she said. "I know what you're up to." Rizzo turned to his friends. "Leave us for a moment. I'll handle this." The other associates sitting at the table got up and left. The owner of the cafe and the waiter were both smart enough to head the backroom. "Have a seat," he said to the detective. "Let's talk like adults." Detective Rossi sat down. "I know what you're up to. You put a hidden camera in my bedroom, and then you sent it to everyone in my department...." "I have no idea what you're talking about..." "And then you kidnapped my fiancee, which is the biggest mistake of your worthless life. I swear to god, if you hurt one single hair on his head..." "What makes you think that I'm behind any of this?" he asked. "Everything started happening the moment we were building a case against you." "Suppose I was responsible for everything you said. What are you going to do about it?" Alison pulled the gun out of her holster and placed it on the table. Her finger was placed lightly on the trigger. "Normally I would let justice take its course. But this is personal. I know you've kidnapped Joseph Esposito. I want him back. If you've hurt him in any way, then I'll hurt you. If you killed him, then I'll put a bullet in your head." He smiled, "I like you. I always have. I like women that are feisty." "Just tell me where he is." "What if I told you that there is no Joseph Esposito?" "Bullshit," she replied sharply. "What if I told you that the guy you've been screwing these past few months works for me? I gave him a fake identity and told him to get inside your panties. How would you feel about that?" Alison clenched her teeth and pointed the gun at his leg. "You're lying. You fucking asshole. You have 10 seconds to tell me where he is or else I'll put you in a wheelchair for the rest of your life." "I believe that you would. But you aren't going to do it." "And why not?" "Because I own you now," he replied calmly. "Put the gun away. Relax. I want you to trust me. I want you to feel safe around me." The detective suddenly felt her guard come down. It was an unexplainable feeling which came over her. Her anger went away and she found herself becoming seduced by his words. Rizzo smiled at her. "What are you doing to me?" "Put the gun back where it belongs," he said. She complied and put it away. "Please, just tell me where Joseph is and I'll leave," she said desperately. "You wouldn't want anything to do with that man if you knew what he was really like. You don't want him. A classy woman like you deserves better." Alison felt a sudden dampness between her legs. She was becoming aroused, and she had no idea how this could have happened at that very moment. The detective quickly got up and stormed out of the cafe. She got back inside of her car and sped off. Rizzo smiled as he watched her leave in a hurry. *** Evening. Alison was in her tshirt and sweat pants after she got out of the shower. Leftovers from her fast food dinner were left sloppily on the kitchen counter after she ate. Her normally clean apartment was becoming a mess. Detective Rossii picked up the phone and called her superior: "Rossii, how are you holding up?" the Lieutenant asked with genuine sincerity. "I've been busy. Do you have any news?" "At this point, we have more questions than answers. We still haven't been able to trace the origins of that video camera in your bedroom, and we have no leads as to who sent those videos around. Worse, we haven't been able to find anything on Joseph Esposito. It's almost as if he never existed except for a trail of forged identifications." "That's why I'm calling," she replied. "What can you tell me about this drug?" "I can tell you a lot more once you get your ass into the lab for a blood test." "Spare me the lecture. I'll do it when I feel like it. The police department is the last place I want to be considering...you know..." "I understand," he said in a softened tone. "I can't imagine how hard this must be for you." "You can give me your condolences another time. Now tell me about the drug." "All I know is that the drug has been used to seduce female intelligence officers overseas, successfully I might add. It works by enhancing the effects of male pheromones to the female victim. In other words, a woman who's been drugged can easily be seduced by a man. It increases female sexual arousal. The drug works almost immediately and it can impair judgement, which is why it's so dangerous." "And the female victim becomes vulnerable to being blackmailed or giving up vital information." "Precisely," he replied. "There has never been a case of this happening in the United States. But when I started putting the pieces of the puzzle together, it made sense. It's been rumored that this drug has made its way to various criminal organizations around the world, and in your case, Rizzo may have obtained it and used it against you. There's no other way this 'Joseph' guy could have pulled a fast one on a seasoned agent like you." "So my love life these past few months has been a lie. That's what hurts the most out of everything that's been going on. I loved him. I really loved that man. We were going to build a life together." "I'm sorry. I can't possibly begin to imagine what you must be going through. But we'll take things one step at a time. You're going to recover." "Thank you." "I'm always around if you need me. You know that. But first, we need to confirm this theory about the drug. I'd like a blood test from you as soon as possible." "I'll be there tomorrow. Good night Lieutenant." "One more thing," he added. "What is it?" "You're not going to like it. I've spoken with the DA's office, and they wont press charges against Rizzo and his crew if it's been confirmed that you were drugged." "What!?" she yelled. "If the mob knew that you were an undercover agent this entire time, then all of the evidence you've obtained could be bogus. It's happened before. They may be setting us up to look bad. We need a blood test before the drug leaves your system." "I can't believe what I'm hearing. Everything I've worked for..." "We'll get through this detective. You're the strongest woman I know." A tear streamed down my face. "You don't understand. I loved him. Joseph was everything to me. Now he's gone. My reputation at the department is gone. Everything is gone! And Rizzo gets to walk free like nothing ever happened!" "I don't know what else to say. This is a horrible situation." "Thank you for being a friend," she replied in a calmer voice. "Alison, don't do anything you'll regret," the Lieutenant said with deep concern. "I don't like the way you're starting to sound." "I'm not going to kill myself if that's what you're implying. I'm not the one who needs to suffer." The detective hung up the phone with a firm sense of resolve. More tears rolled down her face, and she was angry. Everything was becoming clear and the puzzle was starting to fall in place. She thought about the theory the Lieutenant had, and she began to accept it. It was clear to her that her life & career would never be the same again. Everyone in the department had seen her naked body, and her having sex. The once promised role of becoming a Lieutenant seemed unlikely. Worst of all, the love of her life was gone. She never accepted the idea that Joseph was sent by the mob until that very moment. *** The next morning. Detective Rossii dried her body after a long hot shower. It was exactly what she needed to start the morning. After a long hard look in the mirror, she realized she needed to get back on top of her game. After a somber reflection, Alison took her time getting dressed. She wore a neatly ironed suit and fixed her hair nicely. She looked at her loaded gun before placing it in its holster. Breakfast was the healthiest meal she had eaten since the whole ordeal began. She cut a few pieces of fruit which had been seen on the kitchen counter for days and ate it. She cooked some eggs and washed it down with freshly brewed coffee. Her computer screen was open to an email she had received earlier that morning: Detective, I feel as though we've started on the wrong foot yesterday. I apologize for my rude behavior. I have also heard that you've been having a rough time at the department lately, my sympathies. Perhaps we can discuss things in my home this morning? 10 am sharp. I'm sure you know where I live. No police either, that wouldn't be very nice. Come alone. James *** Rizzo's home was larger than she imagined. She parked her car and walked to the doorway, which was guarded by two heavy set men. They were expecting her, and once she confirmed her identity, Alison was allowed to enter. It amazed her how spacious the home was. Everything was fancy and elegant. Her eyes wandered and marveled at everything she saw. It almost made her angry that she, a hard working law enforcement agent, lived in a tiny apartment, while a ruthless gangster lived a lavish lifestyle. "Welcome to my home," Rizzo said as he greeted her. "Come in, have a seat." He walked to the dinning area where a large breakfast had already been prepared There was also a large yellow envelope on the table, the same kind which had been sent to the Lieutenant. He sat down and poured two cups of coffee. "I already ate," she replied, still standing. "At least have a seat. I like your company." "I'm not here to be formal. You wanted to talk? Here I am." James sat back and smiled. "I meant that I wanted us to get better acquainted. You're a beautiful woman, and I thought we could get to know each other better." "You know exactly why you wanted me here, and I want answers. I know all about the drug. Now I want you to tell me about Joseph: Where is he? Who is he? Was he working for you?" "I'm assuming you wore a wire when you were undercover, correct?" he asked rhetorically. "Now you're in my home, much calmer than our last meeting, and you're asking me about incriminating information. What kind of idiot do you think I am?" "I'm not wearing a wire," she replied. "This is strictly between you and me. It's personal. No one knows I'm here except for your guards who let me in." "When you were undercover, where did you keep the wire? On your chest?" She thought for a moment, whether to reveal her information or not. "On my bra. I wore it underneath the bottom of my bra." "Prove to me that you're not wearing a wire, then I'll start to feel a little more comfortable around you." "Go to hell," she replied sharply. "Detective Rossii, it's my understand that your life is currently hell. I can make it better. You want to know the whereabouts of your fiancee, maybe I can help you. Maybe I have the answers to his real identity and whether or not he drugged you. But I'm not a stupid man, I need my assurances." Alison paused for a moment. On the outside she was calm, but internally she was struggling. Rizzo wanted her to lift up her top and expose her bra, an act which is incredibly degrading for any armed female detective to do for a mobster. It was her only choice if she wanted the truth. She looked around and the house and no one was there. No one would know, except for Rizzo. She lifted her buttoned top and pulled it up to her chest. Her white bra was exposed. She used a finger to tug underneath the bottom of her bra to prove that she wasn't wearing a wire. "Here's your proof," she said. "I'm here for myself, not for the department. That's a promise." "Thank you detective. Now we can start talking." In one swift movement, Alison quickly pulled her shirt back down. "Tell me where Joseph Esposito is," she immediately asked. "Currently, I don't know." "You piece of shit," she said, seething mad. "After what I just did for you, you better tell me something." He nodded. "Fair enough. I don't know where he is currently. But I can tell you I paid him a lot of money to seduce you. Enough to settle his gambling debts with people overseas." Detective Alison Rossii "You expect me to believe that?" she asked in a ridiculing manner. "If you wanted to throw money around, you could have just paid someone to get rid of me. It makes no sense." "I don't want you dead. I want you alive and healthy. It's part of my plan. You'll see." "And what is your plan?" Rizzo smiled, "You'll find out soon enough. But right now, I'm making a good faith effort for you to trust me." He grabbed the yellow envelope and tossed it towards Alison's direction. "What's that?" she asked. "Sit down and have a look." Detective Rossii sat down on the table across from the mob figure. She opened the envelope and examined the contents. There were different face pictures of Joseph. With her law enforcement experience, she knew immediately that the pictures could be used for false documents. Her stomach sank, and her worst nightmare had been confirmed. "Who is he really? Why are you doing this to me?" "Those are two more questions," he said, shaking his head. "That'll cost you. I don't give out information for free, especially to a detective." Her lips quivered, "What do you want for it?" "You're a fast learner," he replied with a grin. "Lift up your top again and show me your breasts." "Are you fucking kidding me?" she replied. "I'm dead serious. Show me your tits, then we'll continue talking. If you do something for me, I do something for you. It's that simple." Alison rolled her eyes. She was desperate for more information, and he knew it. The only chance she had of getting information was through Rizzo's cooperation. There was no other way. At that point, she had no reason to doubt him. Without any further resistance or delay, she began to unbutton her shirt. She looked him right in the eyes as he grinned. Once her shirt was unbuttoned, she reached back and unclasped her bra. She then lifted her loose bra to expose her bare breasts to the mobster. They were average sized. Her brown nipples hardened from the exposure, and it bothered her that Rizzo's eyes were ravaging her breasts. It was humiliating, but no one else was there to see it. "Brave girl," he said. "I wasn't sure if you were up to the challenge. You're body is more beautiful in person than on video." Alison continued looking him in the eyes as she pulled her bra down to cover her breasts. She reached back and re-clasped her bra. "Tell me who Joseph really is," she asked while buttoning her shirt. "Your fiancee used to be a male escort in Europe. His real name is Joseph Moretti. He had a problem with gambling and drugs, and soon found himself indebted with the wrong people. So, he worked part time seducing women for his new employer. He built up a nice reputation for it. I offered him the chance to fuck a police detective and he loved the idea. Especially when I showed him your picture. Long story short, I paid him a large sum of money for his services. When I was done with him, I sent him back to Europe." Alison hunched over. It was the final blow after a series of devastating blows to her personal life. Tears formed in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, but she tried her best to maintain a tough posture in front of the crime boss. "I still don't understand," she said. "Why pay all this money and go through all the trouble to do this to me?" "There are some things in life worth paying for. At first, I was intrigued by your beauty, then by your stellar reputation. I was curious how are you are sexually, and I was thrilled when I watched the videos. I had to have you for myself. But course, someone like you isn't easy to corrupt. So I had to break you first. So far, I think I'm succeeding." "You're a sick fuck." "I know. You'll find out soon enough how sick I can be." James stood up and casually walked towards the detective. She sat still, while watching him approach her. He stopped when he was inches away from her. "What are you doing?" she asked. He reached down and rubbed her breasts through her shirt. "Joseph gave you a very large dosage of the drug the last time you were together. If my investment paid off, you should be very aroused right now." Rizzo's hands continued fondling her breasts. Her vagina was getting wet, and she was powerless to stop him. She knew it was wrong, but it felt good. Her carnal needs were awakened. "Please..." she gasped. "Stop. I'm begging you." "Give me information from the police department. I want to know everything. I'll make you a rich woman like some of your colleagues, and I'll treat you very well. I promise." Both of his hands continued rubbing her breasts. He squeezed them harder to the point where she felt pain. No matter how painful his squeezing became, it still felt good and she didn't stop him. Alison did her best to hide the agony. "What makes you think I'll ever stoop to that level?" "Because you would rather have me as a friend than as an enemy," he replied confidently. "You're fully aware of my reputation to understand that. So what's it going to be detective?" "I can't...I won't..." He squeezed her breasts painfully. "That's too bad. It seems like I have more work to do with you." Rizzo slipped his hand down the detective's shirt with one hand and fondled her breasts through her bra. She sat passively, trying her best to keep her emotions hidden. The drug Joseph had given her impaired her feelings, and she knew it. Deep down, she was incredibly aroused. His hand reached inside of her bra and pinched her nipple hard. She let out a small yelp, which could have easily been a scream if she didn't control herself. "Please don't..." "What are you going to do for me?" he asked. "Joseph told me that you love to suck cock. Maybe we can start there." Rizzo removed his hand from the detective's breasts, and calmly opened his robe to reveal his nakedness. His cock was almost fully erect, and his eyes looked directly at the detective. She couldn't bring herself to look the mob boss in the eyes, but she stared at the cock which was just inches from her face. Alison tried to stand, but he grabbed both of her shoulders and forced her to sit. Any attempt at leaving was useless, and she quickly realized it. "Let me go," she said softly. "Not until you suck my cock." A fire was burning inside of her. The drug consumed her emotions and she wanted nothing more than to suck his cock for her own gratification. If she did, and anyone ever found out, her career would be over. She opened her mouth slightly and took the head of his cock inside of her mouth. It instantly grew to become fully erect the moment her lips touched it. He moaned, and his hands rubbed her hair. A flicker of her tongue across the sensitive skin of his penis and he moaned again. It felt like her pussy was on fire. She loved being sexually submissive to him, and he loved the sexual ownership of a police detective. "That's it. Just like that. Be a good slut and keep sucking," he said callously. Hearing those sent a chill down Detective Rossii's spine, despite how good she felt sexually. Alison took his cock out of her mouth, reached for her gun, pulled it out of the holster, and pressed it directly to the scrotum of the notorious mob boss. "Call me that again and I'll blow your balls off," she said in a serious tone. "Don't do anything you'll regret. I have armed guards outside." She pressed the gun harder against his balls. "Step back. I'm getting out of here. If you try to fuck with my life again, I'll kill you." "Fine," he nodded, stepping away. "You're free to go." Alison stood up and immediately headed towards the door while putting her gun away. Before she left, she spat the pre-cum out of her mouth and onto an expensive painting that was on the wall. *** It was close to evening when Alison arrived to her apartment. She spent the entire afternoon driving around the city with her phone turned off, reflecting on what she had done with Rizzo, and everything he had told her. She reflected on her life and everything that had been happening to her. It was one devastating blow after another. As soon as she stepped out of the car in the parking garage, she saw the Lieutenant waiting for her. He threw his coffee in the trash and approached her. It was the most angry she had ever seen him. "God damn it Rossii, where the hell have you been all day?" the Lieutenant asked furiously. "I'm sorry Lieutenant. I had some important personal issues to take care of." "More important than what's been going on at the department lately? Damn it, you were supposed to do a blood test at the lab. Our case against Rizzo is crumbling." "Have you forgotten what that bastard has done to me!?" she yelled, with tears forming in her eyes. "Pull your head out of your ass Rossii. We've spent years trying to put away Rizzo, and now we're the closest we've ever been." "I don't think I can continue at this police department anymore," she said bluntly. "I'm requesting a transfer." The Lieutenant paused and calmed down. "Our department can't afford to lose you. I'm only angry because I care so much." "You don't understand. Everyone in the fucking department has seen me naked. They've seen me intimate with another man. You could never understand how fucking humiliating that is for a woman. I can't go back there. I'm no good to you anymore." There was a somber mood between the two close friend. The Lieutenant could tell by the look on Alison's face that she was dead serious, and there was no talking her out of the decision. "I understand your predicament," he nodded. "I'll see what I can do regarding a transfer, but not yet. Give it some time. Don't make any hasty decisions. I want you to think about it for a few more days, maybe weeks. When I said we can't afford to lose you, I meant it. You and your sister mean a lot to me. I've known you two since you were kids. I consider you a part of my family." "Are we done yet?" "We're done." Detective Rossii walked passed her superior as if he was the enemy, instead of a friend. The Lieutenant shook his head while she coldly walked away. *** It was another lonely night. Alison ate whatever she could find in her refrigerator, which was almost empty. Her eyes were looking at the television, but she could barely register what she was watching. Her mind was somewhere else. Joseph was still on her mind, even though she knew it was wrong. Her heart wanted what it wanted. Before long she fell asleep on the couch, with the tv still on. Early morning wasn't much better. The physically fit detective was aghast by her reflection in the mirror. Alison's once beautiful face became gaunt after days of poor nutrition, and there were dark circles around her eyes from lack of proper rest. If the mob wasn't going to kill her, her own lifestyle would, she thought. The phone rang. The detective had stopped answering her phone calls the night before, but she always checked to see who was calling. This time, the caller id showed it was someone she had never talked to before. It was a new name and number which made her curious. She answered the call: "Who is this?" she asked, annoyed. "Alison? Please. It's me. Are you there?" The man's voice over the phone was shaky and rattled. But she recognized it immediately. "Joseph!? Is that you?" she asked in a bewildered tone. "It's me. Alison, it's me." "What happened? Where are you?" "I'm being held captive at a warehouse by the harbor," he replied frantically. "They gave me a phone and told me call you. They want you to come alone or else they'll kill me. They said you would know were to find me." "I'll be there as fast I can. Just hold on." "Alison, I love you." "I love you too." The call was ended by whoever held Joseph captive. For a moment, the normally fast-acting detective felt frozen in time. Her mind was in a complete state of confusion. Joseph was still around, and he desperately needed her help. 'Can I trust him?' she thought. 'I'll have to take that chance, alone.' After she put her phone away, she got dressed, armed herself, and ran out of the apartment. Detective Rossii got inside of her car and sped to the harbor. She knew exactly where to go. The police knew the mob frequently used the harbor for their illegal actives, and they were often surveilled, but there was never enough evidence to make an arrest. Alison had been personally involved in monitoring mob activity in a particular warehouse. That's where they must have been. That's where she headed. *** There were a few fishermen on the mostly abandoned area of the harbor. She drove slow and looked for anything suspicious, but the area was quiet. Alison parked her car once she spotted the old warehouse. It was dirty and rusted, with no one near it. She got out of the car and walked towards the main entrance. The area was eerily quiet, she thought. "Hello!? Is anyone here?" No reply. Alison banged on the door a few times and there was no answer. She turned the knob of the door to find that it was unlocked. Inside the warehouse was dark and lifeless. A part of her felt like she was in the wrong place. The other part of her felt there was no choice but to look. She entered the warehouse with her gun drawn. A small flashlight lit her way around. Everything was covered in dust and there were rats running around on the floor. Her attention turned to a nearby room, with its door closed. She examined it, then she turned the knob to find that it was also unlocked. She entered the dark room and turned on the lights. A strong pair of arms grabbed her from behind and squeezed her neck so hard that she dropped her gun and flashlight on the floor. Once she was subdued, the man behind her clenched her arms as she continued to struggle. The door on the other end of the room opened and James Rizzo entered. "Welcome," he said. "I'm so glad you made it." Alison continued to struggle, but it was useless. The man behind her was incredibly powerful and he squeezed her arms even tighter. She felt like she was being constrained by a machine. "What the hell are you doing!?" she shouted to the mob boss. "I'm teaching you a lesson. You should have accepted my offer." "Where's Joseph?!" He raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think he's here? "Because he called me and told me come here. Where is he!?" Rizzo smiled, "I know he did. I told him to call you. He's a great actor. He really is. And he's worth every penny too." "You asshole! Let me go!" "I'm afraid that won't happen. We're going to have to do things the hard way. You're going to learn a valuable lesson in life, which is to always obey me. You may even end up enjoying it." Alison struggled as hard as she could. "Let me go!" "Too late for that." Rizzo reached for a flask inside of his pocket. He opened the top and approached her while she continued to struggle. She wrestled her arms and kicked her legs in an attempt free herself. The large man behind her simply squeezed her arms tighter and lifted her in the air as if she were nothing. "Don't you fucking do it," she said to the mob boss, knowing her efforts were useless. Rizzo stood in front of her with the flask in hand. "Like I said, you should have accepted my offer. I would have treated you good. Now we're going to have to do things the hard way Detective Rossii." The man behind the detective squeezed powerfully, while James Rizzo brought the flask to Alison's mouth. She clenched her jaw and lips as tight as she possibly could to avoid drinking the fluids. Whatever it was, she knew it was something bad. Rizzo grabbed her by the throat and clenched so that Alison's mouth would be forced open. Once her lips parted, the mob boss poured the content of the flask down her throat. It was rough and brutal, but she had no choice. He poured everything in her mouth until the flask was empty, then he squeezed her nose and lips closed so she would be forced to swallow everything. She gagged and her eyes watered. When it was over, he simply placed the flask back in his pocket while she coughed furiously. The man holding her knew that she was no longer a threat and tossed her onto the floor like a rag doll. "What the hell did you do to me?" she asked, still trying to catch her breath. "I gave you a highly concentrated dose of the drug. In roughly an hour from now, you'll begin to feel the affects. I have more surprises for you." Alison looked at him with a hostile expression. "Go to hell." "I don't blame you for being angry, but someone has to lose in a situation like this." Rizzo nodded to his henchman, and the henchman lifted Alison's body from the floor and carried her to the next room. The lights were on and she could see that it was small, dirty, and empty. After searching her for weapons and taking her phone, the large man slammed the door shut, leaving the detective in solitary confinement. Alison cried the moment the doors shut. Her mind was consumed with fear & anxiety. Being drugged only added to her fearfulness. She knew that her fate was in the hands of a violent criminal, and that the police didn't know she was there. There was no back up on the way. She sat on the floor wondering what would happen to her next. *** An hour passed when the door opened. Alison looked up, with her face covered in tears, to see the large man once again. He didn't say a word. He was strictly business as he walked over to her and lifted her on his shoulders. Once again, their difference in strength showed as he picked her up as if she were weightless. At that point, she didn't bother to resist him anymore. It was useless. He carried her down the stairs, below the warehouse, where they had complete privacy. It was a large storage room, which was empty except for a mattress on the floor, a video camera, and a small group men who grinned as the detective was being carried to them. Rizzo was also there. The large man released her and she stood helplessly on her own. "What's going on here?" she asked, trying her best to put on a brave face. Rizzo suggestively shrugged. "I don't know. What do you think is going on? You're the detective, not me." "That's right. I'm a police detective," she replied, turning her attention to the small group of men. "If anything happens me, the entire police force will be after all of you! So do the smart thing and let me go." He smiled, "Let you go? After everything we've done so far? Why would we let you go at this point? You're just going to have us arrested. We're better off keeping you here, so we can keep an eye on you." "Please, just let me go. You've already won." "Not yet. But I'm about to." Rizzo nodded to the large henchman, who knew exactly what his boss's signal meant. The henchman grabbed Alison forcefully with one hand, and ripped her shirt with the other hand. The other men in the room circled the detective and they each took part in tearing off her clothes. Her ample breasts were exposed within seconds. Her belt, shoes, pants, undergarments, were all gone within moments. Alison let out a powerful scream the moment she was naked, but it was useless, the room was too secluded from the rest of the harbor for anyone else to hear. There was no help on the way, nor was there going to be. She knew she would have to face it alone. The men knew exactly what do, and they lifted her naked body and placed her on the center of the old mattress, which was placed in the middle of the room. Rizzo turned on the video camera, which was pointed directly at the detective. "You can't do this to me," she said defiantly to Rizzo. "You can't!" "It's too late to beg detective." "I would never beg a piece of shit like you." "And that's why you're here," he replied calmly. "You have too much pride. But don't worry, we're going to fix that in a moment. Is the drug working yet?" Detective Alison Rossii "I swear I'm going to make you pay for this." "I doubt it. For your sake, let's hope that the drug is working. Otherwise this won't be an enjoyable experience for you." Rizzo signaled one of the men in the room, and the man smiled. He undressed with a vicious grin on his face. He was naked in a matter of moments, and his penis was fully engorged in anticipation of having sex with the beautiful detective. He approached her, and she tried to look around the room for any place to escape, but there was nothing. She was surrounded on all sides. The naked detective tried her best to fight back once the naked man got on top of her. Other men in the room intervened, not to help her, but to hold her arms and legs down so that there could be no resistance. Alison unleashed another powerful scream at the top of her lungs, but it wasn't going to stop them. In one brutal movement, he forcefully shoved his hard cock all the way inside of her vagina, and it was agony. She screamed once again. It felt like she was being stabbed. Any attempt to push him away was thwarted by the other men holding her limbs in place. The man continued mercilessly fucking her, and somewhere along the lines, her body betrayed her. The feeling of agony soon became pleasure. She hated that some thug was fucking her, but what she hated even worse was that she was beginning to enjoy it. 'It can't be,' she thought. The muscles in her arms & legs relaxed, and she stopped fighting. The forced vaginal penetration was giving her sexual pleasure in a way that she had never felt before. The drug was working. "Oh my god..." she gasped softly. Regret sunk in the moment those words escaped her lips. Everyone in the room knew she was enjoying herself. She turned her head to see Rizzo smiling at her, while standing behind the video camera. The man on top of her began to fuck her harder. There was no rhythm as with love making, he was simply pounding away like the thug he was. "Fuck me," she whispered. She regretted those words the moment they escaped her lips. "Oh shit, this bitch is enjoying it," the man on top of her laughed to his friends. Alison felt humiliated, but there was nothing she could do about it. She was at their mercy, and because of the drug, she loved it. Her pussy wanted it. Her body ached for it. Being fucked hard was the only thing on her mind, and the only thing her body craved. She was a woman possessed. "You're fucking tight," the man said while continuing to pound her. "I'm going to cum in your tight little pussy." "No!...ugh....I'm not on the pill!" The man only smiled once she said that. Those words got to him. The thought of impregnating a well respected police detective was a sexual thrill to him, and she should have known. She watched his facial expression change as he reached a powerful orgasm. He groaned out loud as his back arched and he shot his load inside of her warm pussy. Once he finished, he collapsed, and rested his entire body weight on top of the petite detective. It was crushing to her, but he didn't care. The sex felt amazing to Alison, but she knew there would be repercussions since she hadn't been on birth control since Joseph disappeared. "Get the fuck off her, it's my turn," another man said in the background. The man on top of Alison gave her a mock kiss on the lips, and said "Thanks bitch," before leaving. As much as she hated it, a part of her felt sad that he left, since she wanted to keep on getting fucked. She didn't have to wait long as the next man came. He was less attractive, even grotesque looking, but his cock was bigger. He grinned looking at the naked detective, with her arms & legs held down. It didn't seem to bother him that her cunt was filled with another man's cum. He simply shoved his own cock inside, sending a sexual jolt through Alison's body. "Oh fuck!" she yelled. "Please...fuck me..." The new man on top her smiled. "Can you hear this bitch? She actually wants it. I'm going to give it to her real good." Despite being a criminal, he was a man of his word, she thought. He fucked her hard, and powerfully. It was unlike anything she had ever felt in her life. He fucked away like she was a piece of meat, and at that point, the other men in the room let go of her arms and legs. They knew she wasn't going to resist anymore. Alison hugged the man on top of her as she was being violently fucked. His thrusts were powerful and lewd. His giant cock felt massive inside of her body. She had never been with a man that big before, and it made her scream. The combination of him fucking her the way he did, and the large dosage of the drug created a surreal feeling. She had reached new sexual heights in a way she never thought possible. "FUCK!!! Fuck me!!!" Once again, her desperate plea for more sex led to more laughter in the room. The men were like wild animals, and everyone got naked, except for Rizzo who watched from behind the camera. "Open that pretty little mouth of yours bitch," the man on top said. "I want you to swallow every drop." "Do it." Alison dutifully opened her mouth as the man quickly positioned himself over her chest, and jerked off furiously just inches away from her face. Her tongue was hanging out like a thirsty dog, and the man came in a very large load. His cum sprayed across her tongue and mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, and she loved it. "Damn you're a nasty bitch," the man groaned, while stroking his cock so the rest of his cum would be in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked it clean, every drop. It almost made her laugh that she did the same for Rizzo the previous day and it disgusted her. Now she loved it more than anything. The man knew his turn was up, and he pulled his cock away from her mouth, which made her sad. The next man was absolutely hung. He was dark skinned, with a cock that looked unreal. The massive erection looked like something out of a cartoon, and she was ready for it. She was nervous, but excited. He was all business as he positioned himself over her. Alison yelled when he pushed his cock in. He was slow at first, out of courtesy, but he was no more gentle than any of the guys in the room. Once her pussy adjusted to his size, he began to fuck away at the horny detective's gaping pussy. She screamed. His cock was so big that she felt him inside of the lower end of her stomach. Alison's mind wasn't able to focus on his cock for long, as another naked man crouched over her face and shoved his erection in her mouth. The detective had the duty of pleasing two men at once, one with her pussy, the other with her mouth. She obliged both men. The more she pleased the men, the hornier she felt. The more satisfied the men were, the harder she was fucked. It was a vicious cycle. Her mouth & pussy were being sexually ravished. They must have been on the drug too, she thought. But in their case, if they were using the drug, it was willingly. "That's it you fucking whore," the man standing over her said. "Suck my fucking cock you pig. You're a worthless whore." "Mmm hmmm," she nodded in response, looking him in the eyes. Her mouth was too busy to speak. "This bitch is unbelievable," the man fucking her added. "I bet she wants my big cock in her ass." Alison spit the cock out her mouth and shouted, "No! Not there!" Having anything inside of her anus repulsed her. Every attempt at anal in the past was painful and agonizing. As unbelievably horny as she was, she knew she couldn't accept it. "You don't give the orders today," the man grinned. "Let's turn this bitch around." The other men in the room once again intervened and flipped Alison over. They spread her legs apart, and she felt the man behind her spit on her asshole. The tip of his large cock touched her anus, he squeezed her hips, and then he shoved it all the way in. She screamed for mercy as her rectum was being stretched to its limit. Then he started to fuck her. Alison lost track of time as all of the men in the room took turns fucking her body. Everything became a blur. No matter how many times she swallowed, she still couldn't get rid of the taste of cum in her mouth. Her pussy was sore and she could feel it gaping. Sperm was leaking everywhere and she could feel it running down her thighs. Worst of all, her asshole felt like it was burning. It was completely ravished and her rectum was coated with sperm. It gaped the way her pussy did. The men took turns with each of her holes so many times that everything became a blur. By the time it was over, Alison's body was completely covered in sweat. It looked as though she had just run a marathon, and her sex drive finally began to calm down. She couldn't bear the thought of seeing herself, or her sexual parts. But she knew the worst was over. "You were marvelous," Rizzo stated. "Are you happy now?" she asked sarcastically. "You got what you wanted." "Not yet. I want you to be my new informant, and my personal whore. If you refuse me this time, this video tape will be sent to everyone in the police department, the media, and every single porn site on the internet. But of course, your mother will be sent the first copy." Alison looked away from him and rested her body on the mattress. Her life was already ruined, so there was no point in fighting. She made her decision fairly quickly. "I"ll do it," she reluctantly replied. "But on one condition." "Name it." "I need someone else to fuck me right now. Everybody here is already worn out." *** Three weeks later. Detective Rossii entered the police station in a nice suit, with her hair and make up done beautifully. The Lieutenant scheduled an appointment with her, which she had no idea what it was about. She had a message for the Lieutenant as well. She planned to retire from the police department. She had gotten pregnant by one of the men that had fucked her, and it was against her beliefs to have an abortion. It was something she had come to grips with, and had accepted. The last thing she wanted was to be a mother who was secretly an informant for the mafia, so she thought the best thing to do was leave the department. It was her last attempt of restoring dignity. Detective Rossii entered the Lieutenant's office, and saw that there were two police officers there, which surprised her because their meetings were always private. "You wanted to see me?" she asked. "Yes, have a seat." He was in a serious mood. And there was none of their friendly greetings or back-and-forth banter. "What's this about?" "A few weeks ago, I became very concerned with your safety. I knew you wouldn't accept a police escort, but I did it anyway for your own good. They followed you for your own protection. Naturally, I was shocked when I heard that you met with James Rizzo on your own. I was even more shocked when the officers took these pictures." The Lieutenant tossed a pile of pictures onto his desk, which showed Detective Rossii entering an abandoned warehouse alone, and then leaving hours later. The pictures of her leaving showed her clothes and hair completely disheveled. It was obvious she had just had sex. The other pictures showed Rizzo and his mob associates leaving the same building. "I can explain," she said desperately. "I can explain all of this. You need to listen to me." The Lieutenant tossed more pictures on the table. This time, they were recent pictures of Detective Rossii meeting alone with Rizzo in his car, and handing him an envelope. Then there were pictures of her putting her head down in his lap. "Why were you in Rizzo's car? What were you handing him? Can you explain why you were performing oral sex on the man we're trying to put behind bars?" "Please," she begged. "I was drugged and blackmailed. I can explain everything. You have to believe me." He shook his head. "We'll get to the bottom of this soon enough. I can't express how deeply disappointed I am. This is the worst moment of my career. But in the mean time, you'll have to surrender your firearm to me. Detective Rossii, you're under arrest..." The End Your votes & comments are appreciated.