2 comments/ 4162 views/ 2 favorites A Detective Story Ch. 02 By: justtheone This misadventure takes place a few years after Laura Wolfe's other one. ***** Drug money had been disappearing for weeks from the evidence room, swapped out for counterfeit. The fakes were very good. So good she couldn't convince her superiors it was actually happening. She was too new. They thought she was deluding herself, chasing a phantom to boost her rep. And what was the point anyhow, since the phonies were damn near perfect? Her guess was a larger plot was underway, something political. Perhaps the intention was to leak the truth and embarrass the department in the future, or the District Attorney. She thought she'd figured out where the phonies were being produced. Once she had the machines, she could make her case stick. Mellow drove with her to the warehouse. He was a lanky African American with thick glasses. He wasn't her assigned partner but he was generally a dependable, methodical detective; also the only man available in the office that late at night when she got the tip. Soon as they went through the door, he put his gun to the back of her head. Three other men were waiting inside, and all of them were fellow cops she would never have imagined could be trustworthy. Mellow put his gun away, after he'd taken hers. But then immediately the oldest of the men, Greengrasse, produced a weapon of his own and pressed the barrel between her eyes. "Wish you hadn't stuck your nose into this business, little girl," he said, "Always thought you were too slick and too smart for your own damn good." She sure didn't feel very slick or smart right then. Laura knew she was going to be dead in another second or two. She knew she had no chance in Hell of getting out of this, no matter what she said or did. She wanted to face her fate bravely, with defiant dignity. Not make a humiliating spectacle of herself which would be useless anyhow. She failed. She couldn't keep calm and quiet. Just pretty much fell to pieces instead, bawling and babbling, even hiccupping as she pleaded. It was disgraceful. She'd turned absolutely yellow. Part of her couldn't wait for the son of a bitch to pull the trigger and shut up her childish nonsense. "Wait, don't! Please just wait! You don't have to kill me! We can ... we can work something out!" "Oh yeah?" said Greengrasse, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll ... I'll ... I can join you guys! Yeah! I mean it! Look, you know how I am. It was the mystery that drove me here. It's a real obsession for me, is what I mean, not just a job. The enigma, that was all that mattered. I just had to figure out what was going on. I don't really wanna bust any of you. Not you guys. I know you guys! Now that I've found out the deal, I'll be cool. I'll keep my mouth shut. Honest! I swear! Make me part of your team! I'm sure I can contribute! Gimme a chance, please! Whatever you ask, I'll do it. I'll prove myself. God, I don't wanna die! You don't need to do this! Holy shit!" "Wait a sec, boss. Let's think about this." This was from Darryl, another black man, taller and far more formidable than Mellow would ever manage to be. "Yeah, no need to be hasty." This was Bramford, the ugliest and meanest of the bunch. She'd enjoyed playing cards with him, on a few occasions, and some games of pool. The bastard was real talented at all that kind of bullshit. "Don't be idiots, you assholes," said Greengrasse, "We could never trust her. Soon as a safe opportunity presented itself, she'd turn us in." "Then the trick," said Mellow, "is to ensure she could never have a safe opportunity. That wouldn't be too hard." Darryl said, "The dumb white bitch is too young and cute to just blow away, Greengrasse. Look at her all helpless and crying. Don't be such a cold bastard. Plus you'll make a nasty mess in the room we'll have to clean up the rest of the night. Fuck that. Let's just ... take her in hand. Mellow's right, I think. All we gotta do is cut her in a little slice. Then she's implicated. Can't say shit without going down too. Nobody's gonna believe her if she tries to say we forced her to take the money." "I'm not so sure about that. Imagine her turning on the waterworks like she's doing right now. Wrap anybody around her finger with that routine. Get wise." "Hell," said Bramford, "we'll take some pictures of her with our cocks in her mouth, that'll keep her tame if the money won't. Remember, she just got married. Didn'tcha, honey?" "Yes." "And you're happy with him, aren't you? You don't want it to get ruined. You don't want him to lose all his respect for you." "Of course not." Greengrasse shook his head. "I'm still not convinced. Kids these days, you can't shame any of 'em with pictures like that. This whole generation can't so much as take a crap without posting a video of it on insta-whatever-the-fuck." Mellow laughed. "Depends on the video, sir. We'll have to make sure we get the, um, staging right to make it effective. I think this will be entertaining. Laura, come up closer to the end of the table. Now Darryl, you go stand right behind her, real close. Yeah, get snug. That looks good." "Wha-what are you—I mean, what am I gonna have to do?" she gibbered. "Nothing too hard. This should only take us a minute or so. Then we'll know we won't have to, um, hurt you, all right? That's what you want, isn't it?" "Of course it is!" "Good, good. Now all I'm gonna do is record a little video on my phone here. Just your face with Darryl behind you. Okay? Nothing crazy. You don't have to look at the camera. In fact I think it'll be more convincing if you don't, like you don't realize it's here. Keep your pretty eyes closed, and when I tell you, Darryl, take hold of her hips and ... just jostle around a little bit—you know what I mean—and Laura, I want you to pretend like you're about to have the most incredible orgasm of your life. I want you to say something like 'Oh Darryl you've got the biggest cock in the world! You fuck me so much better than my husband does!' That's all we'll need." Darryl laughed. "You're a twisted fucker, Mellow. Always knew it." "You don't mind, do you?" "Hell no, I don't mind. You game, Laura?" "I don't imagine I have much real choice, do I?" "Don't be like that, now. This is better than the other thing, ain't it? And we're only pretending. After this, you're part of the family." "Think of it like an initiation," said Bramford, "to join our special private secret club." "That's good," said Darryl, "I like that." "Fine, fine. I'll do it. Yeah. I understand. Whatever it takes to earn you guys's trust in me. Let's do it then." "How 'bout a quick rehearsal?" suggested Mellow, "You remember what I want you to say?" "I remember." She shut her eyes. When she spoke again, her voice was toneless. "Oh-God-Darryl-you're-so-much-better-than-my-husband." "You're gonna have to put some more emotion into it. A lot more, actually." "I know, I know. I will." "She should take her shirt off," said Bramford, "Let's have her tits in the shot. I always wondered what her tits looked like." "Is that necessary?" she asked. Mellow shrugged, "No, to be honest. But it would look nicer." "Help you get more into the spirit of it, too," said Darryl, "Method acting." She shrugged off her leather jacket and Darryl took it from her and tossed it aside as she loosened her necktie and then started unbuttoning the front of her shirt beneath it without pulling the tie off, her fingers fumbling. "Can I leave on my bra?" Bramford snorted, "Girl, in a few minutes you're gonna be sucking on all our dicks at the same time. You realize that, don'tcha?" "We let you join the crew," said Greengrasse, "you'll have to start at the bottom of the proverbial totem pole. Gonna need to work your way up. That's bound to take some time. You better prepare yourself for that. Otherwise, we can call this all off. What's it gonna be, Mrs. Wolf-Fletcher?" She took off her bra, shivering and yet dripping with sweat. Her face was crimson. "Wow, those are awesome," said Bramford, "Can't be real. You had implants, didn'tcha?" She didn't respond or look at him, but she had, in fact. A year ago, right after she graduated. Tired of never looking like a real grownup. She raised her hands to remove her glasses but Mellow told her to leave them on. Greengrasse chortled. "Guess he's a fan of the librarian look. Hell, so am I." "Are you ready to try this again but for real this time?" Mellow asked, brandishing his smartphone. Bramford was also recording with his, or about to. "One thing, though," Darryl said into her ear like he was whispering, only all the rest could still hear him. "Don't forget to mention specifically how huge my dick is. How it's bigger than your husband's. And don't just say I'm better than your husband, say it like Mellow told you. You gotta specify that shit too, for the full impact. So make sure you say I fuck better than your husband. All right?" She nodded. Then she heard him unbuckle his pants, and heard them drop to the floor. "This will help you remember." He pressed his cock against her ass. It really was much bigger than her husband's. She whimpered before she could stop herself. Kept her eyes squeezed shut. "Lean over the table a little more," said Mellow, "Put your hands in front of you, to brace yourself." She nodded and obeyed. Her hands made the tabletop shake for a few seconds, so Greengrasse's coffee mug and the ashtray next to it rattled slightly. Darryl reached around and fondled her dangling boobs. He squeezed them painfully, but she did not protest. No point at all. Since the enhancement, her tits almost always ached all over. No one could touch them without hurting her a little, no matter how gentle you might try to be. Gradually with her husband at least she'd conditioned herself to like the feeling, even so. In her mind she made it into a kind of ritualized sacrifice, tolerating the suffering for her lover's gratification. A sort of small secret martyrdom which became in its own weird way more and more thrilling, the longer she practiced at it. So when Darryl pinched and tugged on her nipples, it was excruciating and yet she enjoyed the agony. The enjoyment made her despise herself. Despising herself felt equally sexy and delicious. "Don't lean over quite that far," Mellow coached, "We all need to see your face clear in the light, so keep that chin up. Good, that's real good. Darryl, quit tormenting her tits like that and take a good firm hold of her hips." "Sure thing, director." "Jesus," said Bramford, "why's she still got her goddamn jeans on?" "You said this was only gonna be pretend!" Laura whined. He nodded, "Sure, it will be. Don't worry." "Nobody's gonna hurt you," said Darryl, "I promise you, baby." Bramford was breathing so hard he was wheezing. "Darryl! What the fuck are you waiting for? Just pull the bitch's pants down already. Get her naked!" Darryl chuckled, "May as well." "Wait!" she cried, "You guys! Just wait. Just ... Ahhuuh!" "Nobody's gonna hurt you, baby," Darryl repeated, as he tore open the button and the zipper of her jeans and shoved them down her legs, hooking her panties with his fingertips to slip them off with the pants. Since her black jeans were skintight, and her legs were very sweaty, the pants wouldn't slip off easy. They would have to be dragged off with considerable force. Darryl didn't bother fighting them. He just shoved them and her bunched panties an inch or two lower than her buttcheeks. "Look at how shiny white this ass is. Probably glow in the fucking dark. Shit! So soft, though. Hell yeah." "Oh Christ," she moaned, "I'm naked!" Technically she wasn't, not quite. Her jeans were still on and her boots. Near enough, though. "You guys! You ... you assholes!" They all laughed at her, when she shouted that at them. "You said it would be pretend! You guys stripped me naked in front of all of you!" "And Jesus Christ, you're wet, too," Darryl exclaimed, reaching between her thighs to stroke her pussy. And he wasn't doing that with either of his hands. "Holy smoke you are dripping, girl!" "Darryl! Darryl! Ahhuuhhuuhh!" His cock had just entered her. She opened her eyes from the shock. First thing she saw was Greengrasse and Bramford with their cocks in theirs hands, beating off. Greengrasse was stroking himself slow, Bramford in a fever with his teeth gnashed. He was still recording her on his phone with his other hand, and Mellow was also recording her, but not jacking. "Say the line now," he said to her, but silently, just mouthing it. For several seconds she couldn't remember what she was meant to say. Darryl was pounding her too hard. All she could say was "Ahhuuh fuck! Fuckin' fuck! Darryl! Jesus! Ahhahh shit ahhuuhh!" While Darryl kept laughing the whole time in delight. Laura realized quite suddenly she was about to come. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!" Was that the line she was supposed to say? No it wasn't. But right now this was all she could think of. "Jesus Christ I'm gonna ... Coming! I'm coming!" It had happened so fast and it exploded so huge. She went into convulsions on her tiptoes, and would have fallen over if Darryl wasn't still clutching to her hips as tight as he was. Her husband had never made him come like that, nowhere close. "Holy shit," she gasped, "Holy shit ..." He was still pounding her. "You fuck me better than my husband. I can't ... can't believe it." Only after the words had come out of her mouth did she remember that this was the bullshit Mellow and Darryl himself had instructed her to recite. Only now it wasn't bullshit any longer. Then she remembered the other detail they wanted. They'd be mad at her afterward if she left it out. "Your cock is so big," she said. Goofed the delivery a little. Like she was reading it off a cue card. She took a breath and swallowed and then tried again, to fix it. "I mean, really! I mean it! Biggest damn cock in the world! So fucking big! Oh yes! Ahuuh huuh huuh huuhh huuhh!" Mellow burst into hysterics and almost fell over backwards. Bramford ejaculated all over himself. "Oh crap. Oh shit. Oh dammit. Jesus. Shit. God almighty." He dropped his phone and it shattered on the concrete floor. "Motherfucker!" Greengrasse stepped closer to the opposite edge of the table, holding his dick out but not pumping it no more. "Darryl, push her up across the tabletop on her belly. I want her to suck my dick now." "Just a sec," said Darryl, "Gimme one more sec." It was more like thirty before he got done ... "Please not inside me, Darryl. I'll swallow it for you." But he was already spurting inside her. Strange and powerful sensation. Nobody else had ever done that to her without a condom on. "Oh God. God. I feel it. I feeeel it ohhhhh ..." To her guilty astonishment, it triggered another small shuddering climax for her. "Huh huh huuhhhmmmmuuuhh." "Sorry about that, honey." Darryl didn't sound particularly apologetic. He pulled out of her and instantly she felt his come start leaking down her thighs. He shoved on her shoulder blades. "Climb up on the table now like the boss wants. I know you're in a daze, but move that gorgeous ass." She clambered on her belly across the table to accept Greengrasse into her mouth. He was her boss now. She must make sure she pleased him. She must make sure she pleased all of them. Even horrible Bramford. At least since he'd come already it would be a while yet 'til she had to fuck him, most likely. Probably she'd do him last. Behind her with her legs curled up in the air Darryl and Mellow busied themselves pulling off her boots and her socks so they could get her jeans and panties the rest of the way off and get her completely properly naked. After that she felt the sticky head of a cock rubbing on the bottoms of her feet and under her toes ... she glanced back and it was Mellow doing that shit. It tickled a little and nearly made her bite off Greengrasse's cock without meaning to. That sure would have spoiled things, wouldn't it? Greengrasse didn't take long to unload and he had her gulp it all down. "Very nice," he told her, patting the top of her head, "Good girl. Glad these other jerks didn't let me shoot you." "Thank you," she told him softly, "sir." "I like that," he said, "You know how to please me." "Roll over on your back now," said Mellow. She expected him to get on top of her, but instead it was Darryl again; Mellow only wanted to watch and video it like before. Darryl had taken off his shirt so his muscular ebony body was totally nude now as well. She was ashamed how pleased she was, that it was him taking another turn and not Mellow. She spread herself wide for him. "This time," Darryl pronounced as he plunged within her, but taking his time, drawing out the stretching and the filling of her pussy, "I wanna be able to see your face when I get you off." She knew it wouldn't take him long. "Darryl! Darryl! DARRYL!" She burst into tears. "What's the matter, cute stuff? I ain't hurtin' you, am I?" "I ... I thought I was gonna catch criminals tonight. I thought I was gonna solve the case. I was gonna bust bad guys! Look at me now! Ahhuuhh uuhhaahhuuhh! Darryl!" "Hey now. You did solve the case, honey. You did that part fine. It's just now us bad guys is bustin' you instead." "Huuhhnn! Huuhhnn! God! Ohhuuuh!" ****** They meet at the place once a week, though the exact day and the time shift around. It's been a couple months. She's been permitted to participate in two heists with them, stealing shit from gangsters, executing a bunch in the street. They told her she performed quite well. Her gun wasn't actually loaded during the raids; she had to make do, faking like it was. Next job they go on, Greengrasse says he'll let her have bullets. Finally equal with the rest. That equality doesn't yet extend to the meetings at the warehouse. She doesn't get to take part in most of the men's conversations, whether they're making shady plans or just relaxing and shooting the breeze, and she's forbidden to touch the printers that make the funny-money. They keep her busy with bullshit chores like fixing coffee and sweeping up the place, whether or not it needs it. When she isn't otherwise occupied, that is, on her knees or on her back, or bent over. Which is most of the time. It's a good reason not to halfass the floor cleaning, she tells herself. They never let her wear any clothes except her eyeglasses. The rule is, she has to strip soon as she steps through the door. They've put a special coatrack from an antique shop right there next to the entrance just for her to hang all her things on. One time she made the mistake of running to the bathroom first because she really had to go. Greengrasse kicked the door in and dragged her off the toilet by her hair the moment she was done pissing, not allowing her any time to wipe. He tore off the rest of her clothes, then had Bramford and Darryl hold her arms and bend her over the table so he could beat her ass with a yardstick. "I'm sorry sir! So sorry! Ahhaahh! Never again! I swear! Guuaahhuuhh! Please! Forgive me!" "What's the rule, bitch? What's the first rule?" "I stay naked! I always stay naked! I'm not allowed to keep my clothes on in the clubhouse! It's my duty to stay naked and make the rest of you happy with my body! 'Cause I'm the bitch! I'm the one and only official clubhouse bitch! I'm sorry I broke the rule but I really had to go and I thought if I was real super quick you wouldn't care or at least you wouldn't catch me. Owee! Ahhuuhh God! Forgive me, boss! I'll make it up to you. I'll give you the best blowjob ever! I swear!" "Damn right you will, little girl." A Detective Story Ch. 02 Terrible as it was, she found she still got incredibly aroused during the punishment, same as she did whatever else the men decided to do with her, and as soon as Greengrasse dropped the yardstick and unzipped himself and shoved his penis inside her, she gave up an orgasm for him.