Eating Crow

The sun had vanished behind the Pacific a few minutes ago, but it was still a warm evening in San Diego and the streets were full of foot traffic. Everyone had places to be, their own business to mind, and logically, Aubrey Williams knew they couldn’t all just be standing there and gawking at her. But she’d be damned if it didn’t feel that way.

The San Diego Police Department’s future commissioner - if she had anything to say about it - wasn’t the type to do anything by halves, even a crummy assignment like this one. So although the twenty five year old blonde almost exclusively wore sneakers in her regular life, preferred clothing that was modest and professional, and adopted a “less is more” approach when it came to makeup and jewelry, tonight was different.

As she stood on the street corner that evening, feeling the weight of people’s stares, she did so while balancing on pink high heels so tall that her feet pointed almost straight down. Her legs were clad in fishnet stockings, and she wore a black leather miniskirt short enough to make it obvious she wasn’t wearing panties and tight enough that she might need to cut it off at the end of the night. Her pink halter top barely covered her braless chest, and clung to her so closely that she would’ve felt less obscene going topless. Her features were caked in makeup, and glitzy jewelry sparkled at her ears, neck, and wrists.

Her partner Colby had loved her new look, of course, and she’d nearly had to smash his phone to stop him from taking a picture. “But think of all your fellow officers, Williams!” the asshole had protested. “I mean, I’ll remember this forever, but you’re gonna make the rest of them use their IMAGINATIONS to jerk off to you tonight? Have a heart, officer Shoeshine!”

She and Colby… didn’t get along well. When she’d graduated from the academy last year - at the top of her class, of course - she’d known she would face many difficulties in her career, but she hadn’t expected to be immediately faced with such an annoying one. It was department policy to pair newer officers with veterans, and the man certainly had plenty of experience, but he was also a fucking creep and a misogynist. “I ain’t saying women can’t be cops,” he’d told her once. “I’m just saying it’s like trying to train a chihuahua to be a guard dog. Men like me were made for this kinda work, and women like you…” He’d given her a look that made her want to go take a shower. “You were made to be our reward, Shoeshine.”

In any properly run department, that nickname alone would’ve gotten him written up, let alone the crude comments. But the SDPD was a boys’ club through and through, and Colby was nothing if not an overgrown child. At the end of her first month, when she’d still hoped for better, she’d filed a complaint about the unkempt state of her precinct’s station. The parking lot had a tendency to be muddy, and instead of properly wiping their shoes, the other officers were just tracking it in, leaving dirty footprints everywhere. The understaffed janitors did their best to mop the floors every night, but that meant less time to properly clean places like the bathrooms and kitchen. As a result, the entire station was often gross and smelled awful. Worst of all was the women’s bathrooms… because they were so infrequently used, the janitors would often skip them completely for days at a time, until they were too disgusting to ignore. Aubrey had pointed out in her complaint that if people could just take ten seconds to wipe their boots on the way in, all of this would quickly be resolved.

The official response, which Colby had fished out of the trash and had framed, suggested that if she cared so much about other people’s footwear, perhaps she should request a transfer to office shoeshine.

She’d made a few more attempts to push back against things, and none of them had gone any better. In the end, she’d decided to label her failures as a valuable lesson: if she wanted to effect any change, she’d need to rise in the ranks. And that, in addition to her natural ambition and perfectionist streak, was why she was approaching this reverse sting operation more seriously than it deserved. She knew the entire program was more for hazing female officers than improving the city, and that Colby had probably volunteered them for this just to antagonize her, but she was going to excel at it anyway.

She had been standing at the corner for less than ten minutes when her preparation bore fruit: a black BMW rolled up next to her, its tinted window sliding down. “You a whore?” called the driver.

“Fuck me,” crackled Colby’s voice in her earpiece. “Told you this was your perfect assignment, Williams. What was that, thirty seconds before someone wanted to fuck you?”

The blonde officer ignored her partner as she carefully approached the car, cursing these ridiculous high heels for the thousandth time. She felt like she was walking on stilts in them. Somehow she made it to the vehicle without falling over, and narrowed her eyes at the driver. “You a cop?”

The man, a barrel chested Latino with slicked back hair, let out a low rumble of a laugh and pushed back his sleeve to reveal a series of intricate tattoos running up the length of his arm. “You see a lot of pigs with this ink?”

Aubrey shook her head, her heart suddenly pounding. She recognized those tattoos, specifically the stylized black bird that held a prominent spot. He was either a member of the Crows, one of San Diego’s most notorious gangs, or wanted people to think he was. And given the gang’s reputation for brutal violence and harsh retribution, only a suicidal idiot would go around pretending to be one of them.

She studied his face more closely, and stifled a gasp as she realized that she recognized him. Luis Ramirez was one of the Crows’ top lieutenants, and a man with a long and horrifying rap sheet. He’d been arrested fourteen times and sent to prison more than once, but never convicted for anything that kept him there longer than a few years.

The last time he’d gotten out, he’d celebrated by paying a visit to the prosecutor who’d put him there, showing up at the man’s summer cabin while he, his wife, and their two college aged daughters were there on vacation. Over the next week, he’d broken half the bones in their bodies, raped all three women repeatedly, forced the prosecutor to do the same, and finally burned the husband, wife, and eldest daughter alive after a final unwilling threesome, reducing their cabin to charcoal in the process.

None of this was conjecture, because he had filmed himself doing all of it. He’d even tattooed a link to the videos on the surviving daughter’s chest. But the videos hadn’t appeared until after he’d been tried and acquitted of everything. The fire had left no physical evidence behind, and though the daughter had suffered a panic attack at the mere sight of Ramirez in the courtroom, she’d also sworn loudly and repeatedly that she’d never seen him before in her life, and refused any and all DNA testing.

In the final video, she’d knelt next to the destroyed cabin and gave him a long, sloppy blowjob, tears streaming down her cheeks, while thanking him for making her an orphan and only child. After he came on her face, his semen running down her broken, ash streaked body, she promised him that she would be a good “crow slut” forever.

That was the man propositioning Ashley right now. No one, not even she, had ever expected they might catch someone this important on what was meant to be a low level street operation. They had nothing prepared, no cameras, just a discreet recording device in her top and her partner parked a few blocks away. But if she actually brought in Luis fucking Ramirez…

She was still trying to process all this when Ramirez casually reached out and slapped her across the face. He was a big man, and the force was enough to snap her head to the side and make her stumble a few steps to keep from falling over. “Answer the question, bitch,” he snarled. “You a whore or not?”

The blonde touched her cheek, her fingers shaking slightly. The skin felt hot and puffy; there was going to be a bruise there. They were in public and he’d just… She licked her lips and gave him a sultry smile, then bent lower to meet him at eye level, aware this meant she was practically shoving her tits in his face. “Yeah, I’m a whore. Fifty bucks for a blowjob, thirty for my tits, hundred to fuck.”

Colby chuckled. “Jesus Christ, Shoeshine, you run into Prince Charming out there? That’s half what you’re supposed to offer, and you didn’t even mention condoms! You remember you don’t actually get to fuck any of these guys, right?”

Aubrey ignored her partner’s mocking words as Ramirez looked her over. She knew her clothes fit the part, and she had the looks to live up to them, even if they were a persistent curse in her career. On the inside, she was a fierce, determined fighter, but on the outside, she’d always looked more like a pinup model. She had flawless skin, delicate facial features, and a chest that promised persistent back pain in her future. There were women who would have killed to look half as stunning as Aubrey Williams, and she hated every bit of it.

If she could at least look like a rugged, hard nosed police officer, maybe people would take her more seriously, but despite all her time at the gym, her curves still made far more of an impression than her abs. And keeping her platinum blonde hair in a tight regulation ponytail hadn’t made her features less soft or her blue eyes less wide. All throughout her time in the academy, the only way she could stop people from treating her like a pretty doll playing at being a cop was to work twice as hard as anyone else, be twice as smart, twice as ambitious.

Even her bad relationship with Colby could be traced back to her appearance. The first couple weeks, he’d been kind to her, chivalrous even, playing the role of wizened mentor to the young recruit. It wasn’t until he’d gotten drunk one night after work and tried to kiss her that things had gone south. She’d tried let him down gently and not state the obvious truth - that she’d rather die than fuck a balding man with a beer gut who was old enough to be her father - but he’d gotten the message clear enough. After that, he’d begun going out of his way to antagonize her, mock her, and be a general pain in her ass. If Aubrey hadn’t been a “blue eyed busty blonde bitch”, as he’d once so charmingly called her, he’d still be a jerk, but maybe he wouldn’t be so dedicated to making her miserable.

For once, her looks were doing her a favor, because after a minute Ramirez gave an approving nod. “Got a party downtown, looking for entertainment. Thousand bucks just to be there, plus whatever anyone pays. You in?”

Aubrey hesitated. Going anywhere with him would be an unacceptable risk and a flagrant breach of protocol. She was supposed to lead the perp to a nearby motel, and then Colby would swoop in while they were still ordering a room. She’d never be alone with anyone, never take her clothes off, and certainly wouldn’t let someone bring her to an undisclosed location where she’d be outnumbered.

But… he hadn’t technically solicited her services yet. If she arrested him now, he’d be able to argue that he was just hiring her to show up at a party, not to perform any sexual acts. He’d weaseled out of more solid charges. Bringing in Ramirez would be a coup, but letting him slip away? She’d get the blame for it, and her career would be in worse straits than ever.

And if this was a party Luis Ramirez was attending, there would be other Crows there. This wouldn’t just be a successful sting, it would be an entire goddamn bust, the sort of win that ended up on the evening news.

So she could turn him down, passing up the opportunity of a lifetime for her own safety. Or she could risk everything to make a name for herself and bring down some of the worst criminals in San Diego. When she put it that way, it was an easy decision.

“Yeah, I’m in,” Aubrey blurted, before she could second guess herself. “But can I have a minute to freshen up? It won’t take long, I promise.” She gave him a wink and tried to make her tone bubbly and light, a whore who’d just run into a wealthy customer and was hoping to milk him for everything she could. “Wanna look my best for you and your friends.”

Ramirez rolled his eyes. “Women…” he muttered. “Be quick about it.”

“Thank you!” There was a public bathroom nearby, and she tottered there as quickly as she could without falling down. She’d picked this street corner specifically because of its presence, a place outside the station where she could change in and out of her outfit.

Her real clothes were in a bag hidden in the ceiling, but she ignored them. “Colby,” she hissed, trying to keep her voice low even though there was no way Ramirez could overhear her from outside.

“What the fuck are you doing, Shoeshine?!” said her partner, exasperated. “You want to whore yourself out for real, at least wait until you’re off the fucking clock!”

“Shut up!” she growled. “That was Luis Ramirez, and he wants to bring me to a party!”

Colby was an ass, but he wasn’t stupid, and he realized immediately what she was implying. “Don’t even fucking think about it. Unless you’re in the mood to get gangbanged tonight, go out there and tell the nice psychopath you changed your mind.”

“I just need you to send backup in after me. Give them like fifteen minutes to incriminate themselves on tape, and then-“

“Williams, are you even dumber than I thought?!” Colby interrupted. “You’re gonna walk into fucking Crow territory with a wire? Forget a gangbang, we’ll be finding pieces of your body in dumpsters for the next month!”

Aubrey winced. He… wasn’t wrong. They’d tried to sneak people into the gang before, and it had never ended well. She thought furiously. “Okay, so I ditch the wire. We don’t really need it, right? Anything I overhear, I can still offer sworn testimony. Won’t be as good as a recording, but it will still hold up in court.” She started fumbling with her halter top, feeling for the listening device she’d sewn into it.

“It’s a bad fucking idea. We can’t track you, and there’s no way in hell I’m tailing you into gang territory. You’ll be on your own all night long.”

“And in the morning, I come back to the station with a list of names and faces to start rounding up. Depending on how much of their leadership shows, I might not just cripple the Crows, I might outright end them.” Her fingers found the device, and she ripped it free.

“Williams, it’s a stupid-“

“You know what I think?” Aubrey said, speaking directly into the mic. She knew she was being rash, but she also knew this was a chance to get everything she’d ever wanted. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she let this slip through her fingers. “I think you’re complaining because you’re scared I might actually do it. That officer fucking Shoeshine is going to bring down the Crows BY HERSELF, without your help. How many years have these bastards gotten away with shit on your watch? How many DECADES, you fat lazy coward?”

“Listen to me, Williams!” Colby said angrily, almost shouting. “If you do this, no one is gonna come rescue you, understand? You’re gonna-“

Aubrey dug the earpiece out and tossed it in the trash. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Colby,” she said, and tossed the mic in after it.

She was worried Ramirez would already be gone by the time she left the bathroom, but his BMW was still there. She slid into the passenger seat and did her best to smile at him. “Sorry for the wait, I’m ready.”

The man grunted, making no move to leave yet. “Don’t bother with the seat belt. Gotta test the merchandise on the way, make sure you’ll be worth the money.” He unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. “Show me how well you can suck.”

Aubrey didn’t like the sound of that at all. She liked the look of him even less. She’d read accounts from his numerous rape victims, and they all mentioned his penis as being freakishly thick, a blunt instrument that had torn them open and convinced many of them that he was going to split them in half. But reading about it and seeing it for herself were two very different things. She stared in dismay at the slab of meat wider than her fist.

Her head rocked as he slapped her for the second time that night. “Don’t just sit there enjoying the sight, whore. Get to work.”

The blonde swallowed. She’d known that going along with this meant she might have to actually have sex at least once tonight. That was half the reason she’d been willing to ditch the wire: the last thing her career needed was audio evidence of it. She wasn’t a virgin or a prude, and while the thought of fucking one or more strangers was unpleasant, especially if they were low life criminals, before entering the car it had seemed like a relatively small price to pay.

It didn’t seem so small now, looking at his cock. And they weren’t even at the party yet. She forced the smile back on her face. “Why don’t I use my hand?” she offered. “It’ll feel amazing, swear to-“

It wasn’t a slap this time, but a sharp jab that snapped her head back and made her taste copper. “I tell you to suck, you suck,” Ramirez growled. “I don’t like whores who can’t follow orders.”

Aubrey felt blood trickling from her nostrils. This… this was a mistake. The pain had cleared her mind, banishing the happy fantasies of accolades and interviews and Colby apologizing for ever looking down on her. This man was dangerous, and no career was worth being at his mercy for an entire evening. She was smart and talented and more than capable of achieving all her life’s goals without having to risk herself like this.

“You know what?” she said, keeping her tone light as she reached for the door handle. “I think I forgot my purse in the bathroom. I’ll just…” The handle didn’t budge. She pulled it again, harder. “You mind unlocking the door? I’ll be in and out in two seconds, promise!”

“I’m only going to say this once,” Ramirez told her. “You can start sucking, or I can take my belt off. You whores never like it when I take my belt off.”

Aubrey suppressed her rising panic as she looked outside, at the people walking by right next to the car. None of them could see her plight through the tinted windows, and she doubted they would hear if she screamed. She was effectively alone in a tight space with Luis Ramirez, a man who outweighed her by a hundred pounds and had no qualms about laying his hands on her.

You can do this, she told herself. It’s just a blowjob, you’ve given them before. You hate them because they’re gross and demeaning and semen tastes disgusting, but you can still do them. You just do what he says, and the moment you’re out of the car you ditch these heels and run. Forget the party, you can charge him with assault and battery. That would be enough to make this worth it and show her superiors that she was a rising star. And if he told anyone later that the officer who arrested him had given him a blowjob the night before, she’d just say he was lying. Her word against his.

She was still tense as she slid off the car seat to kneel in front of him, but her heart had stopped racing. His prick looked even more monstrous up close, but it was still just a dick. He looked cleaner than she expected, even, with no sign of smegma or scent of piss. He was just… big.

The blonde police officer gave his shaft a slow lick. It was hot and hard and throbbed beneath her tongue, but he wasn’t so different from her past boyfriends. She could do this. She lapped at him some more, and began to relax ever so slightly.

Ramirez shifted the car into drive and pulled away. Aubrey tried to mentally follow their route, but it was difficult when all she could see was his crotch. He kept one hand on the wheel and rested the other on her head as she worked, the gesture casually possessive.

“I like whores with teeth,” he said out loud. “I think they have prettier smiles than whores without any. Don’t you?” She nodded, not really following along but wanting to seem agreeable. “Good. Don’t make me rip yours out.” She gulped and made sure her lips were pressed against her teeth, guarding from any accidental contact.

After a few minutes, he pushed her head down. She instinctively resisted at first, then remembered herself and let him direct her mouth towards his scrotum. His balls were fat, hairy things slick with sweat, and she had to fight the urge to gag as she licked and sucked them.

This behavior repeated for the rest of the drive. He would silently direct her towards his shaft, or balls, or head, and she would dutifully use her tongue on him. The only interruption in routine was her first and last attempt to fit his cockhead into her mouth. He was just too big, and all she could do was run her tongue over what had made it past her lips.

By the time they stopped, Aubrey had spent the better part of an hour blowing him, and he seemed no closer to finishing than when they’d started. She had no idea if that was good or bad, and likewise no idea where they were. Somewhere isolated and downtown, judging by the ambient noise, but that was the best she could come up with.

She tensed as he turned the car off. As soon as he opened her door, she needed to act. She’d tried to surreptitiously kick off her heels, but they were laced too tight, and she couldn’t outrun a snail with them on. She’d take them off first, then run. The direction didn’t matter, as long as she kept running. Ramirez was big and slow, she was fast.

He dragged her towards his cockhead again, and she realized unhappily that he might want her to get him off before they exited the car. This seemed confirmed when he began trying to wedge himself between her lips. He reached the same point she had, her narrow mouth straining and stuck, but he didn’t accept the obvious fact that he was simply too big. He just kept pushing, his hips pressing against her face, his hand on the back of her head. Aubrey’s skull felt like it was being crushed between two rocks, and the internal pressure mounted as he pushed harder and harder and…

There was a sharp pain in her jaw and an audible crack, and suddenly his entire head was in her mouth, her tongue flattened beneath it. Aubrey let out a surprised gurgle that turned into a choked snort when he used his other hand to pinch her bloodied nostrils shut. She couldn’t breathe!

The kneeling blonde tried to pull her head away, but Ramirez’s grip on her nose was like iron. His other hand vanished from the back of her head, and she began to struggle in earnest when she felt him grab one of her arms and wrench it behind her back. She didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but she knew it was bad.

Ramirez raised a foot and slammed it into her side. “Quit fighting me, whore,” he grumbled. He didn’t even sound especially angry this time, as though subduing a woman in his car was just business as usual. She didn’t listen, still struggling with everything she had, but he was so much stronger and her lungs were achingly empty. After a minute of frenzied wrestling in the small space, it took everything she had left just to keep her eyes open. She was helpless to stop him as he rolled layer after layer of duct tape around her arms, trapping them behind her back.

When he was satisfied, he finally pulled out of her mouth with an audible pop, leaving her panting for air. “Come on, they’re waiting for you.” She was still trying to catch her breath when he exited the car, grabbed her taped arms, and dragged her out of the vehicle with him.

They were on the sidewalk in one of the run down, industrial parts of the city. During the day, there might have been some foot traffic, but right now the streets were empty. No one around to notice a bound woman being pulled out of a car, no one around to care.

Aubrey stumbled to her feet and took off running. She knew it was pointless, but she also knew that what was waiting for her was going to be even worse than she’d feared, and this might be her last chance to escape it.

She made it nine steps before her heel came down wrong and she collapsed onto the sidewalk. “Stupid whore,” Ramirez muttered, and spat. She felt his spittle land on the small of her back. “Try that again and I break both your legs.” He grabbed a fistful of platinum blonde hair and pulled, forcing her to rise back to her feet. “Understand?”

When she didn’t respond, he slugged her in the stomach. Aubrey doubled over coughing, suddenly violently nauseated. Her dinner threatened to come up, and she forced it back down.

“Do you understand?!” Ramirez yelled in her face.

“Y-yes!” she said quickly, before he decided to punch her again. It hurt to breathe now, and she had the worrying fear he might have cracked a rib.

The second punch hurt more than the first. Ramirez ground his fist into her solar plexus, his grip on her hair the only thing keeping her upright. “Yes sir!” he corrected.

“Yes sir!” If this bastard wanted obedience, she’d give it to him. For now. Aubrey wished it wasn’t quite so easy to pretend to be a terrified prostitute, but the more cowed she acted, the less careful he’d be with her. The first time he slipped up, she’d be gone.

He gave her a long look, like he was looking for an excuse to hit her again, but after a moment he made an annoyed sound and let go of her hair. “This way. One foot out of line and you’ll be crawling the rest of the way.”

The frazzled police officer had never felt more vulnerable in her life as she tottered in the direction he’d indicated, hands bound behind her and two swelling bruises on her bare stomach. She couldn’t move, couldn’t defend herself, and she felt worse than naked in this tight slutty outfit. She prayed she’d wake up and discover it was all just a bad dream.

But everything remained depressingly real as she was led into an abandoned warehouse. The lingering scent of motor oil made Aubrey guess the place had last been used for something automotive related, but whatever it had once housed was gone. Based on the thick layers of dust, that had been ages ago.

Not everything was dusty though. Wooden benches had been dragged into the center of the main room, and multiple large cameras were set up on tripods around them. The lights were off, but there was enough moonlight streaming in through broken windows to make out a couple dozen men sitting around the warehouse in small groups. They were chatting, drinking beer, playing cards, getting high, but all activity stopped when Aubrey entered the warehouse, every eye fixed on her.

“Found a good one on the way here,” Ramirez said, raising his voice. “Saw her working the corner on 32nd, remembered we still had an open spot tonight. Keep walking, whore.” He punctuated his last statement by putting his hand on her back and shoving her, making her stumble forward. “To that bench over there.”

“Th-this is a misunderstanding!” Aubrey protested as she obeyed, hobbling where he’d indicated. Had they made her as a cop? She couldn’t think of any other reason why he had brought her here like this. “I, I’m not…”

“Shut up,” Ramirez said, and smacked the back of her head hard enough to make her bite her tongue and taste blood again. “We’ll tell you when it’s time to speak.”

Walking had kicked up some of the dust coating the floor, and Aubrey sneezed as it tickled her nose. Her balance wobbled and she nearly fell over before Ramirez caught her. “Spread your legs and bend over,” he ordered. “Cow tits on the bench. Move!” He emphasized the order with another hard smack, this time across her butt.

Aubrey didn’t like being ordered around like this, and she liked his name for her cleavage even less, but she was in no position to argue. So she spread her legs, her high heels balanced precariously on the cement, and leaned forward. Her halter top didn’t cover the undersides of her tits, and the bench was cold and dirty against her skin. The surface was low enough that she had to stick her ass high into the air, the position both humiliating and uncomfortable.

There was a soft click, and Aubrey twisted her head to see him locking a spreader bar to her ankle. He locked the other end in place, and suddenly her awkward stance was no longer voluntary. The only way to get relief was to lift her chest off the bench, and she had a feeling he would not be pleased at all about that.

Ramirez’s phone was dazzlingly bright in the dim warehouse as he turned it on. “We’re going to film a video,” he said brusquely, his attention fixed on it instead of her. “Name?”

“Um, Trixie,” she said, going with the first appropriate name that popped into her head. “What kind of-“

“Just read what you see,” he interrupted. “Exactly as written, no adlibbing.”

“And… and after that?” Aubrey asked, already panting slightly from the strain this position was putting on her body.

He didn’t answer. The blonde tensed when she saw him produce a knife, but all he did was cut away the halter top, leaving her tits to spill free across the cold bench. Then he propped the phone on top of one of the cameras, both of them pointing right at her. “Begin.”

Aubrey’s mouth went dry as she read the text appearing on the phone. “My, my name is Trixie, and I am making this video because I was a, a stupid whore who thought she could steal a corner that belongs to the Crows.”

She blinked and looked up at Ramirez, irritation filling her. He’d manhandled her like this because of a stupid territory dispute? “That’s what this is about?! I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was yours! I’ll go somewhere else! You’ll never see me there again!”

“Read your lines, whore,” he replied, sounding more bored than anything else.

She looked back at the screen. “Even the dumbest and cheapest whores in this city should know that stealing from the Crows is… is…” She faltered as she read the rest of her line. “Look, I said I was sorry, okay?!” She knew her angry tone didn’t match that of a terrified prostitute eager to please, but this was ridiculous.

“Read. Your. Lines,” he demanded, each deceptively quiet word accompanied by a slap to her rear that rang through the warehouse and made her jump.

Aubrey gritted her teeth. “Stealing from the Crows is punishable by death! And because I’m a pretty whore with fat tits, they decided it would be fun to film my execution as a warning to others!”

Despite having just read out her own death sentence, the blonde officer was still more angry than scared, though there was plenty of both swirling in her head. She’d heard of them murdering people for petty slights like this before. It was part of how they’d built such a terrifying reputation, by demonstrating that even the smallest action against them would be met with overwhelming hostility. She’d even heard reports that they’d begun expanding into selling snuff films over the last couple years, combining their penchant for sadism with their more straightforward greed for money.

But all of this felt too… theatrical, literally. They didn’t need thirty gang members, at least one of their lieutenants, and multiple expensive cameras just to record themselves killing a woman. There was something else going on here, she was sure of it.

More text appeared on screen, confirming her suspicions. “To keep things from getting boring, they’re going to give this whore a chance to prove herself and make it out alive! All she has to do is demonstrate that she can be trained into a reliable and obedient whore for her new pimps, the Crows!” There it was. This wasn’t an execution, it was a recruitment drive. That probably hadn’t even been their corner she was on. They just wanted her to be grateful for the “opportunity” to become one of their working girls.

Still, even if their intention wasn’t to kill her, that didn’t mean they weren’t capable of it. And if she didn’t respond like they expected, they might decide she was more trouble than she was worth. So Aubrey looked up at Ramirez with her best sad puppy dog expression. “Yes sir, I’ll be the best whore you’ve ever had! I’ll do anything you want! Please don’t kill me!” She didn’t know what sort of humiliating garbage they were about to make her say and do, but she’d get through it.

The good news was that while she would much rather be a couple miles away right now and still sprinting, she’d already seen enough to put all of these men away for a very long time. Tomorrow morning she would begin the process of decimating the Crows, and if they started talking about embarrassing videos and blowjobs, so what? Most people would dismiss it as bullshit, and the rest were stupid and misogynistic enough to believe anything.

She just had to make it to tomorrow morning, and she would be a hero.

Her confidence wavered when she saw her next lines. Her eyes went wide and she gave Ramirez a disbelieving look. “Y-you can’t be serious!” she sputtered.

She flinched as his spittle landed on her cheek. “Do we look like we’re joking, whore?” And if that wasn’t bad enough, she saw what he was holding now, and her heart skipped a beat. “Sorry boys, I might have been hasty with this one,” he said evenly. “If she’s stupid enough to still be talking back, she’s too stupid to train. Maybe we’ll get a better video if I carve one of her eyes out and skullfuck the socket.”

Aubrey let out a low growl in the back of her throat. He was bluffing, she knew he was bluffing, but what tied up prostitute surrounded by gangbangers would call him out on it? Not to mention, if she challenged him, his fragile ego might push him to really do it just to prove her wrong. “I’ll do it…” she said reluctantly, already bracing herself. She’d make him pay for this soon. She’d make every last motherfucker in this building pay for thinking she was just some frightened wh-

Ramirez’s foot struck her right between the legs, and all the breath whuffed out of her. “Dumb cunt,” he said crossly, and punted her crotch again, eliciting a breathless cry of pain. “If you’re going to do it, DO IT. Don’t just fucking say you will.”

“To show just how sorry I am!” Aubrey gasped, before he could kick her again, “I’ve asked my personal trainer and potential future pimp to start by… by…” She forced the words out before she could stop herself. “By nailing my tits to this bench!”

Ramirez pressed the nailgun against the top of her left breast, just behind her nipple, and fired. Aubrey shrieked as white hot pain lanced through her, sensitive flesh tearing apart as the thick nail drove straight through her tit and buried itself in the hard wood beneath. The agony didn’t ease after the initial penetration; if anything, it grew worse with every passing second as her movements jostled and tugged at the nail that was now firmly inside her.

She was still screaming when he repeated the process with her right breast.

Blood soaked the workbench as Aubrey tried desperately to keep still. If she could make herself completely motionless, not even daring to draw breath, the twin pains in her chest were only the worst agony of her life. The rest of the time, they were two throbbing, burning nightmares that made her regret being conscious.

She was still struggling to compose herself when Ramirez grabbed her head and wrenched it back towards the camera, causing new pain to flare in her chest. “You’re not done yet, whore. You can cry about your new piercings later.”

The officer angrily blinked the tears out of her eyes and focused. At least reading their obscene plans for her took some of her attention away from the pain. “Now that my, my tits are nailed down like they deserve, we’re going to have some fun with my butthole.”

One of the others handed Ramirez a large plastic bag filled with some unknown gray liquid. “First,” Aubrey read, “we’ll start with a traditional crow slut enema, made from 100% high quality…” She gagged. “Canine semen?!” The blonde gave the bag a horrified look. That couldn’t really be what was in it, could it?

Either way, she couldn’t stop Ramirez from wedging the hard nozzle attached to the bag into her asshole. The nozzle was narrow, but she’d never taken anything back there, and he had to force it in with a sharp blow from his palm that made her grunt in pain. The enema mixture began to flood her guts, and she shivered from more than just disgust. It was freezing cold, like it had been kept refrigerated until now, and her insides quickly began to cramp up.

As her intestines churned unhappily and her teeth chattered and her tits continued screaming about being nailed down, Aubrey tried to distract herself by reading. “They c-call it the frigid b-bitch enema: several liters of ice c-cold puppy juice in my guts! It’s the p-perfect way to remind c-crow sluts what we are!”

Her stomach soon began to bloat, and by the time the flow ran dry, Aubrey felt like she was six months pregnant. It felt awful, a cold weight in her intestines that would have easily been the worst thing she’d ever experienced if she didn’t have nails in her tits. The combined sensation, along with the continued protests her body was making at this unnatural position it had spent far too long in, made her want to howl in pain.

But she couldn’t scream and read at the same time, and only one offered escape. “If-if I was already their whore,” she forced out, “I-I would get my butt plugged up now so I could waddle around all day like this, my gooey treat packed away in my bowels for safekeeping. But because I’m still in training, it’s my job to keep my asshole clenched tight. I won’t like what happens if I, if I spill even a single drop.”

In that moment, Aubrey thought that things couldn’t possibly get any worse. But she was proven wrong again when she felt Ramirez’s knife slice through her leather miniskirt, and then something solid pressed against her now exposed slit. It was so large, her first thought was that Ramirez was going to try and stuff his fist into her, but the new text on screen confirmed it was even worse than that. “My…. my personal trainer is going to t-take my cunt for a ride now. He’s going to pound me hard and fast and unless I’m…” She swallowed. “Unless I’m an even dumber slut than I look, I’m going to try and make it the best fuck of his life.”

And then Ramirez tried to rape her to death.

That’s what it felt like to Aubrey, anyway. His hips slammed into her with so much force that he nearly ripped the nails out of her flesh. She barely noticed: the pain in her chest, that searing and all encompassing agony, was nothing compared to his mammoth prick ramming into her dry slit. Thousands of sensitive nerve endings were shredded by his initial penetration, then those same raw and bloody nerves were scrubbed mercilessly as he wrenched his rock hard shaft out of her as forcefully as he’d stuffed it in. A second later he slammed into her again.

By the time Aubrey had breath to scream, he’d already speared her cunt five or six times, each entry and exit more painful than the last. She heard herself wailing at him to slow down, that he was killing her. Ramirez’s response was to sink his fingers into her hips, deep enough to leave bruises, and fuck her even harder.

He shouted something at her, but she was too distracted by the pain to make the words out, and it wasn’t until he took one hand off her hip so he could press his knife against her throat, her skin parting easily at the blade’s sharp touch, that the sounds took on meaning. “Fuck me back or die, whore!”

He sounded sincere, and Aubrey had a hard time interpreting it any other way. This might not be an execution, but at the very least it was an audition. She could either demonstrate that she was able and willing to cooperate in her own rape, or give up and die now. Recruitment drive or not, Luis Ramirez had no interest in lazy whores.

She knew that maybe she was wrong and he was bluffing after all, but in that moment it didn’t matter. She had to survive. Had to convince this monster to keep her alive. So Aubrey clenched her cunt around him, and those thousands of tortured nerve endings shrieked at her to stop. She did it again anyway, determined to please the man hurting her.

Ramirez didn’t say anything more, but he didn’t take the knife away from her throat either, so the blonde continued doggedly squeezing his prick with her cunt. The brutal rape felt like it lasted for hours, but according to his phone, only twelve minutes had passed when she felt him erupt inside her, hot semen painting her ruined insides.

More text appeared. “Don’t worry…” Aubrey croaked, her throat hoarse from screaming. “That… was just to…blow off steam… keep my trainer’s balls from bursting… before the real fun begins…”

Art by the fantastic Pixeljail!