Eating Crow

Even after he’d gone soft, Ramirez was still painfully thick, a lump fat enough to keep his seed plugged inside her. Between him, his cum, and the enema, she’d never felt more disgustingly full in her life. Aubrey remained bent over across the bench, feeling like a prisoner in her own bloated, taped, and nailed flesh, and waited to discover their next abuse.

To her surprise, she heard a woman’s voice. Frantic, breathy, pleading with someone in Spanish. A dark haired Latina in skimpy clothes not too dissimilar to Aubrey’s was forcibly marched into the room by another Crow. She too had her arms bound behind her, though in her case it was with zip ties cinched around her wrists. She was led to one of the other benches, and soon began speaking the same script Aubrey had, giving her name as Carmela. She sobbed when she reached the part about nailing her down, and begged the man with her to just let her fuck all of them, but he slapped her across the face until she gave in. Her ragged screams when the nailgun fired made Aubrey’s own aching chest hurt even more.

Watching the woman’s suffering perversely made the officer feel a little better about her own situation. She could confirm now that her own reactions had been similar enough to that of a real prostitute that it was unlikely the men had any suspicion about what she really was. And at the same time, she felt like she was keeping it together better than the sobbing Latina, which was only natural.

After that, Carmela was given an enema of her own before being raped by the Crow who’d brought her here. Then they brought out a third woman, a fourth, a fifth. There was one for every bench, and they all received the same treatment.

All except one, a redhead in a skintight catsuit who’d been shouting at the watching gang members as she was brought in, promising them free fucks for life if they would just let her go this once. The gang’s mocking relaxed atmosphere changed in a second when her “trainer” began peeling off the catsuit and found a hidden wire.

All other activity stopped, and every man there radiated open hostility, the air buzzing with tension. Ramirez pulled out of Aubrey and stalked towards the redhead. “SDPD!” the woman shouted. She was trying to sound confident, but everyone could hear the note of panic. “You’re all under arrest! Put your-“ Ramirez drew his knife across her throat in a single motion. Blood fountained from the gash and her words were reduced to wet gurgles.

“Dump her in the bay,” he told the other man calmly, while the dying cop between them twitched and sputtered. “Usual chop job first, make sure no fingerprints or teeth. You want to fuck her while the body is still warm and in one piece, have fun, but not until she’s far away from here.” The Crow nodded and dragged her out of the warehouse.

Aubrey stared after her in horrified silence, Ramirez’s cum running down her legs and her own blood drying on her throat. She’d known the man was a murderer and a cop killer, but he’d done that so easily, as though killing and disposing of a police officer wasn’t more than a mild inconvenience. And he’d do the same to her if he found out what she was.

She might die here tonight. She’d already known that was a risk, but it hadn’t felt real until now.  Aubrey looked at the bloody stain on the warehouse floor, the only proof that the redhead had ever been alive at all. She couldn’t let that be her. She WOULDN’T. That woman had been stupid and reckless and gotten herself killed. Aubrey was different,

All the other women seemed just as stunned as she was. They knew that any one of them could die just as quickly. The Crows had made no attempt to stop them from witnessing the murder, which meant they didn’t expect anyone to just walk away from this. They would join the gang or they would die.

In the end there were seven women for eight benches, the empty one a stark reminder of what had happened. Seven women, most of them quietly weeping, all of them nailed and stuffed and raped.

More text appeared. Aubrey read it out loud and heard it echoed by the other women. “There are so many thieving whores in this city, and only one opening for a new crow slut. So tonight, I’ll either prove that I’m the best whore for the job, or I’ll… I’ll end up dead in the gutter.”

She didn’t have time to dwell on the frightening implications of this, because there was more to read, and it was only getting worse. “My first test is to prove my whore butthole is still tight enough for the Crows to enjoy. So if I, if I let even a drop of my frigid bitch enema spill within the next sixty minutes, I’m dead meat…”

Inwardly, Aubrey groaned. She’d been here the longest, and her sphincter was beginning to grow numb from remaining clenched all this time. If she wasn’t an anal virgin, she’d probably have failed already. An hour felt like an eternity away.

There was no warning, not from the screens or the Crows, about what was going to happen next. One moment she was just laying there, convinced she was about to feel her enema start dripping out of her, and the next… Ramirez jabbed his middle finger into her rectum, forcing a surprised squawk of pain out of her mouth.

“Repeat after me, whore,” he snapped. “I am just a crow slut.”

“I, I am just a crow slut?” Aubrey said uncertainly.

He spanked her with his free hand, hard enough to make her sphincter ache as it clenched his finger. “Louder!”

“I am just a crow slut!” she said, trying to inject more force into the humiliating statement. It came out stronger than before, but she already knew it wasn’t going to satisfy him.

Ramirez leaned down, his breath hot in her ear. “You’re testing my patience, Trixie, and not for the first time. I’ve put up with you until now because I have a soft spot for dumb blondes with pretty faces and big tits, and I’d rather enjoy your holes before I kill you instead of after, but no fuckhole is worth putting up with your disrespect. Know what happens if I pull this finger out?”

She nodded; there was no way she could stop herself from leaking. “If I’m quick about it,” Ramirez continued, “I can at least get a good start on fucking your ass before you bleed out. Is that how you’d like to die tonight, squealing on my shaft while you choke on your own blood?”

Aubrey tried to tell herself that he was bluffing again, but the thought was a hollow one. He didn’t sound like a man who was bluffing. He sounded like someone who’d already murdered one woman in cold blood tonight and planned to murder six more, and wouldn’t mind making her one of them. “No sir!” she shouted, and there was nothing feigned about the terror in her voice.

He spanked her again and this time she bellowed the words at the top of her lungs. “I am just a crow slut!”

“My life belongs to the Crows,” he said quietly.

“My life belongs to the Crows!”

“My holes belong to the Crows.”

“My holes belong to the Crows!”

Around her, other women were shouting the same lines, and soon they were all synchronized, seven terrified women trying to placate their captors. Everyone was being spanked, but she was the only one with a finger up her ass, and she was acutely aware that without it she’d have failed this disgusting challenge already.

“I live for five reasons and five reasons alone!”

“One: to make soft Crow cocks hard and eager!”

“Two: to make hard Crow cocks soft and satisfied!”

“Three: to keep Crow balls and bladders drained!”

“Four: to keep Crow assholes tongue washed and squeaky clean!”

“Five: to make Crows money with my body when I’m not busy with their cocks and balls and bladders and assholes!”

On it went, Ramirez’s palm leaving red handprints on Aubrey’s butt while his finger continued to plug her. Her face flushed at the crude things she was shouting, but she didn’t dare hesitate or lower her volume.

“There is no better home for Crow jizz than a crow slut!”

“There is no better home for Crow piss than a crow slut!”

“There is no better home for Crow shit than a crow slut!”

At some point, the lines began to repeat, so the women shouted them again. And again. And again, until it felt like they were being seared into her brain.

“A crow slut never leaves a meal unfinished!”

“A crow slut never leaves a Crow hard!”

“A crow slut never leaves a customer wanting!”

She didn’t know how much time had passed when the first woman died.

There was no fanfare to it, no ceremony. Aubrey only saw it happen because she happened to be positioned at the right angle. A dark skinned girl who looked a couple years younger than her flinched as greyish goo spurted from her asshole. Without missing a beat, the man behind her thrust his cock into her ass, then wrapped his hand around her throat and began to squeeze.

Six women screamed out their undying love for the Crows while the seventh was choked to death and sodomized. Aubrey watched her squirm so hard she actually tore one of the nails out of her chest. It didn’t help; her frantic struggles slowly weakened, and eventually she lay there limp and sightless as her killer continued gleefully pounding her.

“Thank you for choosing me to be a crow slut!”

“Thank you letting me serve all of you!”

The atmosphere changed after that. Most of the women had seen what happened to the redhead, but she’d been a police officer, an intruder to the Crows’ sick fun. Some of them had probably thought, like Aubrey had at first, that the gang’s talk of violence was mostly to keep them in line. That the redhead had been a special case.

No one thought that anymore. A woman had just been murdered, not because she’d fought back or crossed the Crows in any way, but merely because she hadn’t met the gang’s twisted criteria for a whore. Because this was all just a game to these sick degenerates. If it could happen to her, it could happen to any one of them. It WOULD happen to all but one of them tonight.

Aubrey wasn’t the only one weeping when an alarm finally rang out to signal sixty minutes. Her entire ass was throbbing after hundreds of spanks, and at some point Ramirez had added a second finger to her asshole, slowly pumping her with both. When he pulled them out of her, the bottled up dog semen sprayed from her butt like a fountain.

The humiliating act barely registered in her head, even knowing that the cameras had caught it all. What mattered more was that she only heard four other female voices around her, panting and whimpering and sobbing. Aubrey twisted her head and managed to see another empty bench out of the corner of her eye. Who had been on that one? She couldn’t even remember.

She didn’t know whether the last woman had died before or after the one she’d seen. Either way, there were only five of them left now. Part of her, a sick and selfish part, whispered that she should be happy. Only one of them could survive this, after all, and now she was one step closer to making it out alive. The rest of her just wanted to throw up.

Ramirez grabbed her hair and pulled, making Aubrey scream in surprise and agony as the movement tugged sharply on her nailed mammaries. “Stop spacing out, whore! You have lines to read!”

The blonde slumped back down when he let go, feeling like he’d just taken a grater to her tits. Before he could decide she was being too slow again, she looked up at the screen and began reading. “Now that I’ve proven my butthole is tight enough, it’s time to see how well I can… use it…” Oh no. No, no, no, no. “I’m going to thank my trainer for all his hard work so far with a loving buttfuck, and then he’s going to treat me to a special surprise. Last one to finish is… is dead meat…”

“See what a kind pimp I am?” Ramirez snarled, and spat on her back. “Could have just fucked my way into your guts, instead I spent the last hour loosening you up. You better show some proper fucking gratitude for it.”

The other women she could see were already starting to fuck themselves on their captors’ cocks, their expressions wide eyed and desperate. No one wanted to die here.  “But I… I’ve never…” Aubrey whispered. She could feel his cock against her anus, its girth so much bigger than her opening even after his fingers. There was no way she could manage this. Even without a time limit, she would die if she tried to fit that monster inside her guts.

Ramirez spat on her again. “Fuck me,” he said, his voice dripping with contempt. “Should’ve known you were one of those stuck up whores, thinks she’s too good to sell her ass. Well, not like a dumb, lazy, disobedient piece of shit like you was going to make it through this. At least I get to enjoy some virgin guts, bitch, thanks for that.”

“Please…” the officer whined, hating the tremble in her voice. “Please hurry, I, I don’t want to die…”

“Nobody cares what a whore wants, you fucking idiot. Your customers are the ones who matter. So what you MEANT to say is that every Crow here deserves the chance to pummel your tight guts and leave a hot load of jizz in your bowels while you’re still alive to fuck them back, right?”

“Y-yes…” Aubrey agreed weakly.

Something rustled behind her and then… the blonde squealed in pain as hard leather walloped her already tender butt cheeks. “What did I already tell you, you fucking cunt?!” Ramirez roared, and brought his belt down on her cheeks again and again. “You speak loudly and with respect to your goddamn betters! You must be the dumbest whore I’ve ever met!”

“I’m sorry, sir!” Aubrey wailed as loudly as she could, her resolve collapsing into full panic. “I’m sorry for being so dumb! I want every Crow to pummel my tight guts! I want every Crow to leave their jizz in my bowels!” It wasn’t just the pain making her spiral out, though every slap of leather both sounded and felt like she’d been shot. She was panicking because every second Ramirez spent beating her ass was a second not spent fucking her ass, and she’d already fallen so far behind everyone else.

Aubrey had often imagined one day dying in the line of duty. It was a morbid sort of daydream, but still pleasant. Her death would be a noble sacrifice, of course, giving up her life to save a bus full of schoolchildren or to foil a terrorist plot. She’d be immortalized after with a plaque, maybe even her own statue, so that girls everywhere could grow up with her as their role model.

Her imagination had never considered dying because a gang member with a violent temper decided she wasn’t groveling enough. Her fantasies never involved being abducted, restrained, beaten, and raped by a man who didn’t even know she was a cop. They certainly didn’t include having to beg that same man and his friends to rape her virgin ass, or being tossed into the bay afterward and never found, let alone celebrated, by her peers.

Aubrey didn’t deserve this. She wasn’t like these other women. She felt sorry for them, but they were just whores. They had to have already known they weren’t going to accomplish anything meaningful or leave behind a legacy. She was different. An officer of the law, a hero, who was supposed to prove herself to the city and eventually go out a martyr.

“Please fuck my virgin ass, sir! Please train me into a good crow slut! Please don’t let me die, I’ll be good! I’ll be the best whore you’ve ever fucked!”

To her relief, he didn’t swing the belt again. Instead, she felt his cock press against her asshole, insistent. “Then prove it, whore,” Ramirez growled. “PUSH. Like you’re taking a shit.”

Aubrey did, feeling her anus flex against him. It didn’t feel like it could possibly be enough, even with him pushing back, but slowly, so slowly she thought she might be imagining it, she felt herself stretch.

“You’re not the first virgin guts I’ve fucked,” Ramirez told her as they both worked to get him into her ass. “But you lazy cunts always whine about all the same things. ‘It hurts’, ‘you’re too big’, ‘I’ll die if you don’t slow down’… If you waste time just laying there and complaining, you’ll be dead by the time I finish. You understand, whore? I want you eager and enthusiastic.”

“Yes sir…!” Her voice was strained with effort. She WAS stretching to accommodate him, and it already hurt, hurt terribly, but she couldn’t think about that right now. She just needed to get it done, and she could let herself feel later.

He let out a skeptical grunt. “Here I come, whore. See you on the other side.”

And with a sickening pop, Luis Ramirez wedged his cock head into Aubrey’s virgin ass.

The blonde was dimly aware that she was screaming, just as she was aware that he was still moving, still sinking deeper into her rectum. It HURT. She hadn’t realized it was possible to be in so much pain that her other senses vanished. Her brain didn’t have capacity to process what she was seeing, hearing, tasting, smelling. It was like every neuron was fixated on the sheer impossible agony emanating from her ass, pain so profound that it made even the nails in her breasts feel hazy and unreal.

Ramirez was shouting something, she thought. Aubrey couldn’t understand him, but she didn’t need to. He was telling her that she was failing. She was going to die just like this, with his cock still inside her, unless she acted. She was going to die, and every terrible thing that Colby and the others had ever said about her was going to be proven right.

So the twenty five year old officer, the overachiever, the top graduate of her class, the woman who’d sworn to make commissioner or die trying, gritted teeth she could no longer feel and began to fuck Ramirez back.

Her hands clenched and unclenched uselessly, still trapped behind her back by layers of duct tape. Bound and bent over as she was, her only source of leverage was to press her upper body against the bench, nails scraping her flesh as she forced more of her asshole to accept Ramirez’s prick. The pain multiplied and she clung to it, her only proof that she was still alive. She could stop hurting when she was dead.

His shaft filled her guts. He was thick, but he was also long, and his cockhead seemed to travel impossibly deep into her, ripping a path through her intestines that she couldn’t imagine ever closing up. He might literally fuck her to death like this. Aubrey pushed anyway, inviting him to go deeper and deeper still.

When he finally began to pull out of her, she cried in relief at first, thinking it was over. But reality soon set in: this was the beginning, not the end. He fucked her in long, vicious strokes that were slow only because her flesh could not physically accommodate him any faster. Every thrust came a little faster than the last as her guts surrendered to him. Her sphincter gave in first, the tight band of muscle becoming limp and compliant to allow him free access to drill in and out of her. Next was her rectum, the muscles that had instinctively fought this unnatural intrusion reduced to rippling helplessly around him.

His cock was fucking her virgin ass as hard as he liked now, pounding her bloody passage like it was a cheap fleshlight. And Aubrey helped him do it, still pushing and pulling to fuck herself on him. Together, they destroyed her asshole, tore it apart like tissue paper to help him get off faster.

He did.

Aubrey felt his cock pulse, even that tiny shift sending new waves of agony through her, and then his thick seed was gushing into her, joining the icy dog spunk still coating her insides. It felt searingly hot to her battered and chilled flesh, and the only reason it didn’t make her scream was because she’d never stopped, a raspy wail still emanating from her throat as the last of his load trickled out.

“I still think you’re an untrainable bitch, but at least you had a tight ass,” he said, satisfied. “Thanks for letting me ruin it, slut.” And then, to her horror, he began to piss in her.

The blonde was so dazed and hurting that she might not have even registered that this was what was happening, that the new hot and forceful jet of liquid inside her bowels was her rapist’s piss, if not for the text on the phone screen. Her eyes didn’t want to focus, but she forced them to do it anyway. She hadn’t come this far just to fail like this.

“N-now that… that…” She coughed. “I have take, taken my trainer f-for a ride and, and, become his toilet, time it’s… it’s time for my suppers. Surprise. A warm, crem- creamy drink as a, a reward f-for my work.”

Aubrey had no idea what that meant, or what it had to do with him urinating inside her, but she saw now that the others all had little pet food bowls in front of them. Two of the women were frantically lapping some kind of substance out of theirs, while the other two had already finished and were just staring into space, their eyes dull and unfocused.

Ramirez’s cock slipped out of her, the last few drops of his piss sprinkling her legs. “Don’t get lazy now, whore. Time for the last leg.”

He swung his fist and connected with her stomach.

Aubrey wheezed as the wind was knocked out of her, but his punch did more than that. Her bloated guts shifted, and a torrent of liquid gushed from her gaping asshole. “T-time for a snack break,” the officer read automatically. “Piss, cum, and dog jizz, mari- marinated in my own butthole.”

She still didn’t understand, the concept too disgusting to sink in properly, until Ramirez set the food bowl in front of her. It was filled mostly with a grey goop, but swirled with patches of white, yellow, brown, and red. She stared at it, comprehension slowly dawning. That was… it was the dog spunk, mixed with semen and urine and shit and blood, because… because it had all been up her ass. And now they expected her to…

Aubrey retched violently. She couldn’t! She could never! And yet… she saw the other women again. Three were finished now, all wearing the same glassy eyed stares, while the fourth still had her head buried in her bowl. They had all done this, and if she didn’t…

The bowl smelled absolutely wretched, a rancid stench that told her they hadn’t been lying when they’d claimed the enema was canine ejaculate. It tasted even worse. Aubrey gagged when it first hit her tongue, and she almost stopped right there, almost gave in and let them kill her rather than lap bodily waste out of a bowl for their amusement, but her will to live was too strong.

The sticky slime caught in her throat as she tried to swallow, as if her own body was rejecting this obscene act. Aubrey coughed, her eyes watering, and swallowed again, forcing it down further. She could still feel it clinging to her esophagus, trickling down into her stomach at a snail’s pace, but she couldn’t afford to wait for it. She bent down for another mouthful and forced this one down too, and the next, and the next.

Her throat felt clogged and gummy, a nauseating sensation that only grew over time. Whenever the blonde gagged, which she did after almost every mouthful, she would feel some of the oozing, backed up dog semen spill back into her mouth, and it would take all her willpower to swallow it back down instead of spitting it out.

“Every drop, whore,” Ramirez said while her tongue scooped up more of the filthy mixture. She was trying to eat it too quickly to taste it, but it was coating her mouth now, slimy and bitter. He hocked and spat directly into her bowl, adding a greasy wad of phlegm to it. “Remember, a crow slut never leaves a meal unfinished.”

Aubrey had always carried a sense of dignity with her. As a cop, as a woman, as a human being. It was the simple unshakable belief that she was more than an animal and she deserved basic respect, both from others and herself.

She had to throw that dignity away now. The blonde slobbered and slurped at her food bowl, hoovering up piss and cum and shit like they were her favorite foods. She had never tasted anything more disgusting, every mouthful a fresh nightmare to her senses that promised to make her puke if she let her concentration slip. She gobbled it all up anyway, lapping her bowl with all the grace of a starving dog.

Even after everything, she almost didn’t make it. If the last woman, an older heavyset brunette who sobbed the entire time, didn’t retch and have to pause to stop herself from puking everything up, she would have finished first. But she did, and so Aubrey beat her by mere seconds.

She was still alive. She’d done it. Tears welled up in Aubrey’s eyes as she beheld her empty bowl and Ramirez patted her head with something approaching fondness. “Still a dumb bitch,” he said. “And a lazy one. But maybe I can make something of you after all, Trixie.”

It almost felt like an actual compliment.

The brunette in last place was still sobbing as her rapist berated her, both verbally and with his fists. Her face grew bloody and disfigured as he screamed at her for wasting his time. For not being a better ass fuck. For thinking she was too good to slurp up dog spunk. She apologized for all of it, profusely, and begged for a chance to make it up to him.

When he was done screaming at her, he gutted her with a knife.

Her bowels evacuated themselves as she died, more of the foul enema dribbling out of her along with some of her shit. Her killer caught it all in her food bowl, then forced his entire arm into her raped asshole, scraping out whatever else he could find until her bowl was full again. Then he went around and divided it up amongst the four remaining women. “Eat up, sluts,” he told them as he poured into their bowls. “Can’t let good food go to waste, right?”

“Yes sir!” all four women said promptly, and began licking their bowls clean once more.

Aubrey studied the other women as her tongue polished the inside of her own bowl. One was the Latina who’d come in right after her, Carmela. She had been one of the two to finish first, and her eyes were sunken but determined. There was no friendliness or sympathy when their gazes met, not in her or anyone else. All four of them had accepted that the other three would have to die if they wanted to live.

The second woman, Hazel, was light skinned and blonde like Aubrey, but about a decade older. She was the most nervous of the lot, her eyes darting around like a frightened animal, but she was the other one who’d finished first.

The final woman was Korean, petite with silky dark hair and porcelain features. Sun kept her head down and her expression blank, but Aubrey could see her bound fingers unconsciously twitching and fidgeting in fear.

Four women, all terrified and desperate. All wondering who would be next to die.

To Aubrey’s surprise, the next thing the Crows did was free them from the benches. They weren’t gentle about it, and Ramirez yanking the nails out hurt almost as much as when he’d put them in, but it was still a relief to have them out. He even removed the spreader bar from her ankles, allowing her to finally close her legs while she lay on the cement floor.

Their arms remained bound behind them, however, and even if she wasn’t stuck with these high heels, running wasn’t going to do anything but get her killed at this point. So when one of the men whistled and pointed to a pair of filthy mattresses they’d brought out, Aubrey joined the other women in obediently trotting over. Her mouth still tasted awful, and she couldn’t imagine it ever feeling clean again, no matter how much toothpaste and mouthwash she would try.

At least the other women were just naked, she thought with a hint of jealousy. She still wore her fishnet stockings, the gaudy jewelry, and the awful high heels, which were making her feet and calves ache almost as much as the rest of her by now. All four women looked like victims, but somehow she was the only one who also looked like a whore.

“You and you, here. You and you, there.” One of the Crows split them in pairs, and Aubrey found herself sharing a mattress with Hazel, the older blonde. The two were forced to kneel side by side and look up towards one of the nearby cameras.

“I’ve proven that my holes are tight and fuckable, and I’ve begun my new diet,” all four women read. “Now I need to demonstrate my commitment to service. Orgasms are for Crows and customers, not crow sluts. NEVER for crow sluts.”

Aubrey and Hazel were made to lay on their sides in a roughly fetal position, each woman’s head facing the other’s crotch. This gave the officer an up close view of the other woman’s two raped holes, and the sight was far from pretty. Her rapist hadn’t been as big as Ramirez, but he’d still fucked her pussy hard enough to leave it puffy and bruised, a thin line of cum drooling from the swollen slit. Her asshole had been raped with similar savagery, her anus gaping to reveal the bloody froth of cum shot into her.

Aubrey’s stomach churned uneasily, both at the gruesome sight itself and the reminder that she was in similar condition. She was almost glad that she couldn’t see her own state, couldn’t see just how thoroughly she’d been torn open. Her holes FELT like they’d been absurdly and permanently stretched, like they would never close up properly again, but she could tell herself that was just fear playing tricks on her. For now.

The man who’d done all this knelt next to Aubrey and groped her breasts, making her whimper as he crushed her bloody wounds. “You’re a greedy cunt, aren’t you?” Ramirez asked. “I can always tell. Bet you’ve never fucked a man before tonight without expecting him to pay you AND make you feel good, have you?”

“No sir!” Aubrey shouted, which was technically true because no one had ever paid her for sex.  It was also true that she’d always expected her partners to reciprocate when it came to orgasms, and had little tolerance for those who did not or could not return the favor.

Ramirez’s grunt told her he didn’t believe her anyway. “We don’t like whores who cum, on the clock or off. Distracts them, gives them ideas above their station. You let a whore feel good, she starts thinking she deserves other things too.”

He took hold of both women by the hair, and forced their heads to twist up and look at him. “No matter what happens tonight, sluts, I promise this is your last chance to ever cum. First one who does dies.”

Before he was even done talking, he shoved them both face first into each other’s crotch.

The officer froze in surprise for half a second, then lurched into desperate action, her tongue extending into the older woman’s raped slit. Her walls were hot and slick with sperm as Aubrey lapped at them frantically. The other woman was doing the same thing, making Aubrey shiver as an unfamiliar tongue explored her insides.

This wasn’t her first experience with a woman. It had been a couple years since her last girlfriend, but she’d done some experimenting in college, enough to consider herself bisexual. Aubrey put everything she remembered to good use, flicking her tongue in a way her past lovers had all vocally appreciated. This time was no different, the other woman responding with a moan despite herself.

By contrast, the tongue in Aubrey’s slit was a fumbling mess. Hazel was going at it enthusiastically, but her lack of experience meant it was accomplishing little. Aubrey could do this. She wasn’t out of the woods yet, but she could survive this round of the Crows’ sick game.

Aubrey was so engrossed in the task that she didn’t even notice when the other woman stopped licking her, not until she spoke. Hazel’s voice was hoarse and broken. “Please, I… I have a daughter…”

A bolt of guilt ran through the officer, and her movements slowed. For Aubrey to live, this woman would have to die. It wouldn’t be her own hand doing it, but the difference felt academic; Aubrey would always know she was a murderer.

“Her name is Madison…” Hazel continued. “She’s only six, and her father left two years ago. That’s when I started… please, I’m all she has. If I don’t come back tonight, she… she…”

Aubrey trembled with shame. Could she really go through with this? Did she have more of a right to live than this woman? Her mind shied away from the question. She was an officer of the law. The only way anyone here, Hazel included, would find justice was if Aubrey made it through this alive.

She told herself that, over and over, as she continued licking. She wasn’t being selfish. She wasn’t abandoning her principles and letting an innocent woman die to save herself. She was being a hero. This would all be justified in the end.

Hazel tried to plead with Aubrey a few more times before giving up, sobbing as she returned to clumsily slobbering over the blonde’s pussy. She never had a chance.

Aubrey felt it when the other woman came, her insides trembling with unwanted pleasure. She heard Hazel begin to beg anyone who’d listen, telling them about her daughter waiting back home. “Sorry, not into kids,” said the Crow who’d brought her here. “If she makes it to her eighteenth birthday, though, I promise to see if she’s got what it takes to be a crow slut, okay? Maybe she’ll succeed where Mommy failed.”

Aubrey didn’t see how Hazel died. Ramirez shoved her face harder against the doomed woman’s slit and told her not to stop. She obeyed. Her tongue was still moving inside Hazel as the woman squirmed and begged and cried and screamed. It was still moving inside Hazel as the woman’s movements became something uncontrolled, animalistic, the last twitches of a dying creature. It was still moving inside Hazel after the woman had gone silent and still.