Eating Crow

Day 5

Aubrey squatted over Ramirez’s cock and lowered herself down. Even after several days of frequent and hard fucking, her slit resisted his girth, but she forced herself down anyway, not letting up until every inch of her twat had been stuffed with hard prick. “I am just a crow slut!” she shouted, and lifted herself back up.

Little had changed in the last few days, though she was still hopeful that SOMETHING had to happen soon. He’d finally taken the tape off her arms, though he’d replaced it with a leather arm binder that kept them similarly restrained and would be even harder to escape.

She lowered herself again. “My life belongs to the Crows!”

And her heels… he’d caught her trying to kick them off, so he’d cut new holes in the straps to tighten them even further, then slipped padlocks on them. “These are part of your feet now,” he’d told her before throwing away the keys. “Lose them again, and I’ll remove everything below the ankle.”

Down again. “My holes belong to the Crows!”

She hadn’t stepped foot outside his apartment since arriving here. When she wasn’t actively being raped, trained, or punished, he kept her wedged in that same footlocker.

Down again. “I live for five reasons and five reasons alone!”

But she was still hopeful. Maybe later today he’d bring her outside. Or tomorrow…

Down again. “One: to make soft Crow cocks hard and… and… and eager! Hard and eager!”

“Too slow,” Ramirez growled, and pressed the tip of the cigarette he’d been holding against her butt cheek. Aubrey shrieked in pain as her flesh sizzled. “From the top, idiot.”

She’d learned the hard way that there was only one acceptable response. “Yes, sir! I’m sorry, sir! This crow slut will try harder, sir!”

Aubrey straightened up, trying not to hear him lighting a fresh cigarette, and then squatted back down. “I am just a crow slut!”

*

Day 14

“Sir?” Aubrey purred as she knelt between Ramirez’s legs and bathed his cock in spit. He’d been training her ass again earlier, and the taste and smell of her bowels was still all over him. She fought to keep any hint of her revulsion out of her expression; according to her trainer, a whore should never look anything but delighted about getting to put her tongue on a man’s body.

Ramirez gave a noncommittal grunt, which she took as permission to continue. “I, I was wondering… I, I wanted to thank you for all your hard work training me these last two weeks. I… I’m already such a better whore than I used to be, I might even be ready to make you some money on the streets…”

“You don’t leave my sight until your training is over, whore,” he said absently. “One way or the other.”

She winced. “Right, right… but still. I thought… maybe I could cook you dinner? As thanks!”

He scowled and cuffed the side of her head. “I don’t like whores touching real food.”

Ramirez had many opinions on what whores should and shouldn’t do. Her ruined clitoris was testament to that. In his mind, the more miserable she was, the more likely she’d provide her customers with good service. Or as he’d put it, getting to fuck strangers for cash should be the best part of a whore’s day.

It was a crude, vile, and painfully effective strategy. Even if Aubrey wasn’t looking at the streets as a potential avenue for escape, she’d still be looking forward to it as an opportunity to finally fuck someone who wasn’t Luis Ramirez.

The blonde redoubled her smile, her ear ringing. “Y-yes, but… you’re absolutely right, sir, but I… I used to cook… I was… I was quite good at it… if you’d just let me show you, sir…”

She flinched in anticipation of another blow, but she seemed to have amused him. “Trixie, you’re one of the most shit whores I’ve ever tried to train. Only reason you’re still alive is because you were lucky enough to be born with huge tits. If you call your cooking quite good, it’s probably fucking poison.” The worst part was that he didn’t say any of it like he was trying to belittle her. That was just his honest assessment. “And let me guess, if I let you cook your crap, next you’d be asking to eat some of it too.”

“N-no sir, I’d be happy to spend dinner under the table, sucking your cock like usual!” Aubrey said, then admitted weakly, “…But maybe, I could… if you really liked it… I could have some scraps after…?”

His voice was dangerously soft. “You have a problem with your diet, whore?”

The memory of a woman with her fingers sawed off flashed in Aubrey’s mind. “No sir!” she said quickly.

Her training diet consisted of a single morning meal. Most of it was some kind of knock-off  nutritional paste made of ground mealworms and crickets. It not only tasted terrible, the product was so low quality that her tongue could still detect traces of insect bits that had survived the process. And the rest of it… “Know you must be missing your mate,” Ramirez had mocked the first time he poured greasy dog spunk on top of the paste. “Had this scooped fresh from that Asian bitch’s cunt, just for you.”

Combined, it was the most disgusting thing she’d ever eaten, and she’d just been sucking the shit stains off Ramirez’s cock. But Aubrey smiled and tried to force sincerity into her tone as she insisted “I love my training diet! It’s just… I mean… I can’t be on it forever, right…?”

“Whatever kills you, whore, it won’t be your diet,” Ramirez said bluntly. “And who the fuck told you it was only for training?”

Aubrey paled. “N-no one, sir,” she squeaked. “I just, I mean, I assumed…”

“Assumed what? That once you start working, you’ll be dining on foie gras every night, huh? Sipping some red wine to wash down all the cum you gargled?”

The blonde trembled. She’d assumed that at some point, he’d stop being so cruel. Even though she still hoped for the opportunity to escape, she’d believed that if she said the right things, and did the right things, and showed Ramirez she could perform up to his standards, he’d no longer have a reason to make her suffer.

But she saw now, as she looked at his expression of contempt for her, that the suffering was the entire point for a man like him. Everything else, the training, the whoring, it was all busywork. Just an excuse to treat her like something subhuman.

“No, sir,” she said quietly. “I was, I was just being a stupid whore. I’m happy to spend the rest of my life eating the, the same delicious breakfast every day.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” said Ramirez darkly. “Now get back to licking your asshole off my prick.”

Aubrey swallowed her bile and obeyed.

*

Day 20

Being in the footlocker was still such a miserable experience.

Ramirez had left it upright this time, as he occasionally did. That meant Aubrey was standing on her high heels, bent double to stick her head between her legs. The position made the blood rush to her head and caused a pounding headache that felt like her skull was about to crack open.

It was hot in the cramped little box, and stuffy. Ramirez had added no air holes to the footlocker, so the thin trickle of oxygen she received came from cracks in the aged material. Sometimes Aubrey would imagine that she might break the thing open if she strained and pushed at just the right place, but what would that get her? She’d still be tied up and locked in the man’s apartment, and he’d be even more furious with her than usual.

The heat made her sweat, the drops slowly rolling down her skin. Each bead of salt was a tiny torture as it ran over countless injuries. The welts on her breasts that she received every time she gave Ramirez a titfuck that was below his standards… the cigarette burns on her thighs whenever she wasn’t a good enough cuntfuck… the whip marks on her buttocks whenever she wasn’t a good enough assfuck… the bruises on her neck whenever she wasn’t a good enough throatfuck… and of course all the times he punched or kicked or slapped her when she wasn’t quick enough or loud enough or meek enough for his tastes… the bites and pinches and smacks when she was doing everything right but he still wanted to make her squeal and clench his shaft just a little tighter…

All of these would burn as her sweat trickled over them, and itch. Itch and itch and itch until it was a buzzing in her head that threatened to drive her mad. More than once she’d dislocated a shoulder trying to pull her arms out of the binder they were trapped in. The most she could do was rub her skin raw against the sides of the footlocker trying to reach all the places that itched, but it was never quite enough.

“I am just a crow slut…” she mumbled weakly, her voice quiet and hoarse. “My life belongs to the Crows…” Not a day went by without several hours devoted to reciting what her captor referred to as the crow slut mantra. In the beginning, she’d worked so hard to remember it, and now she couldn’t imagine ever being able to forget it. Frequently the words bubbled up from her throat of their own accord, and it required conscious effort to stop them. Even when she could quiet herself, the lines still ran around and around in her head like a cruel ear worm, filling every silent moment in her life. Sometimes she could barely even hear her own thoughts over the incessant rhetoric.

As Aubrey stood doubled over, aching and exhausted and itching in the tiny sweatbox, she prayed, as she always did, that Ramirez would sleep in today. Or have more important business to deal with. Or just forget for a few minutes that the footlocker leaning against the bedroom wall held his trainee. Anything to keep her in here a little while longer, because as horrible as this claustrophobic, sweltering prison was, it was infinitely better than the world outside.

But all too soon the locks clicked and the lid swung open to reveal her captor’s snarling face, upside down from her perspective. He already looked angry with her, which was no surprise: he was ALWAYS angry with her.

“Enough lazing about, whore!” he snapped. “Get out here and chug my morning piss, then we’re gonna work on that cunt some more. You don’t show some real improvement today, I’m gonna staple that useless twat closed and fuck your throat and guts instead for the next week.”

Aubrey smiled at him through dry, cracked lips as she started crawling out of her sanctuary. “Yes sir, thank you sir, I’ll do my best, sir,” she croaked.

He spat on her face. “Your best is shit, whore. Do better.”

“Yes sir, thank you sir,” she said, still smiling.

And another day began.

*

Day 27

The blonde officer groaned in pain beneath Ramirez. “Please sir,” she begged, “slow down, you’re killing me…!”

Instead of easing up on his brutal fistfucking of her cunt, her captor sped up, and gave her tits a pair of sharp smacks with his free hand. “What’s your job, cunt?!” he barked.

“T-to get fucked…!” Aubrey whined. “But sir, I tried!” She’d been fucking him for eight hours straight now. She’d pleasured him with her cunt, with her ass, she’d even managed to throatfuck him twice, despite being half convinced she was going to choke to death on his prick. And every time he went soft, she’d sucked him back to life just like he wanted, so he could fuck her again. And again. And again.

“Didn’t try hard enough, you lazy slut!” he accused, and smacked her tits again. He was sitting on her face, his soft dick resting on her tits, practically smothering her with his ass while his arm pumped in and out of her once tight twat. “You can get fucked by my hard cock or fucked by my fist!”

Aubrey had never imagined she could want to get raped by Ramirez again, but this was pure agony. He’d been fisting her for half an hour now, her cunt stretched tight around him while he treated her cervix like a punching bag. With every blow she felt sore, weaker, and more convinced that her cunt would never recover from this.

Weeping at the misery of her situation, the former officer returned to her only hope: tonguing her captor’s asshole. She tickled his prostate with the dedication of a surgeon, silently praying that it would work. That she could motivate him to fuck her one more time.

“That’s right, idiot,” Ramirez said, sounding barely mollified, his fist still destroying her insides. “Customer goes soft, you do EVERYTHING you can to get him hard again. You’ll chew your own goddamn limbs off if that’s what they need for another round. You’re representing the Crows out there, and they need to see that our whores are high quality, high volume, low cost fucktoys. You’re anything less than a perfect fucking machine, you’ll embarrass the Crows and you’ll embarrass me. I’m not gonna let that happen, you worthless fucking cunt!”

She let out a sob of relief when finally, FINALLY, she felt him growing hard again. She thanked him, and she thanked God, and most of all she thanked his stiff cock and his hardworking balls as he rolled her over so he could hollow out her guts again.

Aubrey knew this respite wouldn’t last. That he would cum again eventually, and then it would be his fist again. But for now, her captor was satisfied with just violently raping her ass, and she was genuinely grateful for it.

*

Day 44

“Whyyyyyyyy?!” Aubrey wailed as she was mounted by the large Doberman.

Ramirez smirked at her while he scratched the dog behind one ear. “Because Rex took a real liking to you, slut. And he already got sick of his Asian bitch, chewed half her face off the other day. So I told the boys I’d be happy to keep him here a while.” He rolled his eyes. “Never would’ve guessed that out of all those whores, your pathetic ass would survive the longest. Probably the only time you’ve ever come first at anything.”

The woman who’d once been proud valedictorian of the police academy was in no position to argue with his assessment. She had more pressing matters on her mind, like the way Rex seemed determined to smash through her cervix and hollow out her womb. “But, but… oh god, he’s knotting me again! Make him stop, sir, make him stoooooop!”

Her captor squatted down so he could slap the blonde’s face. “Quit your fucking whining, or I’ll point him at your asshole next. That what you want, bitch, to get buttfucked by a dog?”

“Noooooo! Please, nooooo!” Aubrey’s eyes darted around frantically as she tried to think of an argument that might sway Ramirez. “H-how are you supposed to fuck me with Rex here? Don’t you want to keep, keep training my fuckholes?!”

“Stupid cunt. Now you’re telling me you can’t even multitask?! Fucking two guys at once is a goddamn brain teaser for you?!” He spat on her. “Fuck your training then, might as well send you both to the kennel. You were never gonna be more than bottom shit tier anyway, doubt your customers would ever enjoy you half as much as Rex does.”

“Wait!” the blonde gasped. It was so difficult to breathe, to even think, while the Doberman had her pinned to the floor like this, his semen gushing into her overstuffed cunt. “I didn’t… didn’t mean…! Just… just thought…!”

“Thought what, that I don’t know how to share?” He slapped her face again, this time with his stiff cock. “How are you this fucking dumb, whore?! Answer me! What happened to make you such an absolute fucking idiot?!”

“Don’t… don’t know…!” Her stomach was already beginning to cramp under the strain of Rex’s  torrent of spunk. Aubrey let out a low, miserable groan, half convinced her belly was going to burst open before he was finished.

“Yeah, no fucking surprise there,” Ramirez growled. “Open wide! I’ll work on loosening your throat today, you’ll work on ignoring that gag reflex, and Rex will work on keeping your cunt topped off with puppy juice. That sound like a fun time, or should I pack you up for the kennel?”

“S… sounds like… f-fun, sir…! Just please… please g-go slow… ‘m trying, swear I’m trying, but it already hurts so m- GUK GUK GUK GUK!”

*

Day 67

A little over two months after her training began, Ramirez asked his captive if she was ready to start working the streets.

If Aubrey had been less exhausted, perhaps she wouldn’t have made such a terrible mistake. She might have thought about her answer more, might have realized that there was no way Ramirez would leave that kind of decision up to her. If he actually thought she was ready, he’d tell her so, not ask.

But the blonde officer was tired and hungry and everything hurt. She’d been right before, when she’d said Rex would get in the way of her training. The filthy cruel mutt was insatiable, mounting her six or seven times a day in his drive to breed her. Ramirez’s solution wasn’t to keep him away, it was to reduce her sleep schedule to accommodate him. Between her two rapists, it was rare for her to get more than a couple hours of sleep most days, wedged in her box.

So when Ramirez asked the question, she barely hesitated before giving an enthusiastic “yes sir!”

He nodded to himself, hocked loudly, then spat a thick wad of phlegm into her open mouth.

Aubrey retched, and then half the world disappeared as his fist struck the side of her head. “If you were fully trained,” Ramirez told her as she collapsed to the floor, “your gut reaction would have been to smile and thank me for the warm drink.”

His foot met her ribs with a sickening crunch that rolled her onto her back. “If you were fully trained, you’d already be apologizing for needing this lesson, and begging to show your gratitude with some hard fucking.”

Ramirez knelt between her legs, and Aubrey whimpered as his cock found her slit. He rammed into her, driving his entire cock into her twat in a single vicious thrust. “If you were fully trained,” he shouted over her cries of pain, “you’d be too busy telling me how much you love me to waste time screaming!”

He grabbed her tits with both hands and squeezed like he was trying to make them pop. He used them as handholds to shove her entire body back and forth, making her savaged pussy scrub his pumping cock. “If you were fully trained, you’d already be fucking me back even harder than this!”

Aubrey went limp as she was manhandled, her entire body reduced to a tight sheath for his prick. After several minutes being used as a fleshlight, Ramirez pulled out just long enough to flip her over, then drove into her ass. He took hold of her arm binder and used it as leverage to violently fuck her again. “If you were fully trained, you’d have gotten me off already!”

She was only half conscious, blood leaking from her distended anus, when he grabbed her head and hauled her to him. His filth streaked cock vanished down her throat, her body spasming helplessly as she tried and failed to breathe. “If you were fully trained!” he screamed at her, “you’d be sucking me hard again instead of choking to death on my prick!”

Aubrey stared dully up at him as her consciousness faded. He stared back pitilessly, enjoying the way her dying throat clenched him. He was saying something, but the roaring in her ears was too loud, and darkness swallowed her.

And then she was gasping on the ground, her skull pounding, his cum warm and sticky in her belly. Ramirez spat again as he stood over her, his spittle striking her cheek. “Big tits AND strong lungs,” he said calmly. “You really are one lucky bitch, aren’t you?”

He sat down on her chest, crushing her sore tits under his weight while his soft cock slapped at her lips. “You’re the only idiot here, Trixie. I know if I send you out now, you’ll try to run. All you stupid whores have the same idea at first. Your training isn’t over until I’m convinced you wouldn’t dare. Not until the very fucking thought of trying to escape me makes you piss yourself in fear. And if I decide you’ll never be that pathetic? Then we’ll find out just how strong those lungs really are.”

He loomed over her, dominating her with his sheer physical presence, and Aubrey felt her hope of escape die inside her. She was never going to get away from him, was she? “Ready to work on your dick sucking?” he asked, as though he hadn’t just tried to genuinely murder her. “Or do you think you’re already an expert?”

Aubrey whimpered. “No sir, thank you for all your help, sir,” she mewled, and began lapping the murder weapon.

*

Day 85

Ramirez’s boot settled on the back of Aubrey’s head, his weight pushing her face against the puddle of puke. “Every last fucking drop, whore,” he growled, “and the next time you soil my floor like that, I’ll tan your goddamn hide until there’s no skin left, understand?”

“Yehh hhir,” Aubrey squeaked, not daring to pause her tongue for even a moment. If she did, if she gave herself even a second to stop and think about what she was doing and why, it would be too much.

“You think you’re gonna get special privileges now just because you’ve got one of my brats in your belly?” he asked. His voice became softer, nastier. “Think you’re gonna live the easy life as my baby momma, get to be a spoiled little bitch who lazes around all day?”

“Nuhh hhir!”

“Damn fucking right you ain’t. Hell, I’m still not even convinced it’s mine. If there was ever a whore so pathetic she managed to get herself knocked up by a dog, it would be you, and god knows Rex tries often enough. Seven or eight months, maybe you spurt a litter of puppies out that loose cunt of yours.”

“Yehh hhir.” Aubrey’s stomach roiled, and she fought down the second wave of morning sickness. There was only one acceptable place to vomit, and that was her food bowl. When she was done licking up her mess, if she asked nicely, and treated Ramirez to a really, really good fuck first to prove that she wasn’t a lost cause, he might show mercy and let her empty her stomach into it. Or not.

“If it IS mine, don’t get your hopes up about motherhood. Even the filthiest brat in the world deserves better than you. We’ll sell it somewhere nice, to parents that can treat it better than a dog fucking, vomit eating whore like you ever could. It’ll never know you even existed.”

“Thehh ooh hhir!”

As soon as she was certain she was finished, a task that included rubbing her face against the hardwood floor to scrape off the puke plastered to her features, Aubrey turned her head to press one cheek against the spitslicked surface, raised her ass in the air, and shimmied it back and forth in invitation. “Please give this desperate crow slut a good pounding!” the blonde begged. “The only thing she loves more than having your baby in her womb is having your fat cock in her hungry cunt!”

Ramirez gave a skeptical grunt, but his first thrust was hard enough to push her entire body several inches across the floor. Aubrey choked back the familiar urge to scream as he tore her open, and forced herself to fuck him back instead. She flexed her hips, rolling them against his crotch to help him stretch her even wider. When the agony became too much to hold in, she let it out as a sensual moan instead, just as he’d taught her.

I hate you, she silently whispered to the parasite growing inside of her. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. Because of who had put it there. Because of how. Because of the misery it was going to put her through. Because it was going to forever ruin her body in ways that even her captor couldn’t accomplish. But most of all, because Ramirez was still going to treat it better than her. It was just an accident, a few dollops of sperm raped into her at the right time, and he still held it in higher regard than the woman who’d spent weeks devoted to serving him. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you…

His hand was loud as a gunshot as it rebounded off her firm butt cheek. “Focus, idiot! If you’re about to puke again…”

“No sir, sorry sir, thank you for the warning, sir!” Aubrey shouted. “This whore let herself be distracted by how wonderful your hard prick feels in her soft cunt! She’ll behave, sir, I promise!”

Gritting her teeth, still silently cursing the unborn child within, she redoubled her efforts to please its father.

*

Day 105

Aubrey stared dully into her food bowl, and the congealed mess within. It stared back up at her: poorly mashed mealworms and crickets, topped with Rex’s semen.

She’d squatted over the bowl just a moment ago, pushing a large glob of the sticky ejaculate out of her bowels. After she’d become pregnant, Ramirez had decided to block the Doberman from using her cunt and potentially harming the fetus by sticking a large dildo into her whenever he wasn’t raping her himself. Now whenever the dog mounted her, he would bang his prick fruitlessly against her barricaded slit for a minute before adjusting his angle, then rape her ass with as much enthusiasm as he’d ever had for her twat.

Getting buttfucked by Ramirez multiple times a day had permanently stretched and weakened her sphincter, but Rex’s knot was what had ultimately destroyed it. Aubrey had felt the abused ring of muscle tear the first time his cock swelled up inside her, and she’d been unsurprised - miserable, but unsurprised - when her anus never fully closed back up afterward. Ever since, it was rare to find moments when she didn’t have dog spunk dribbling out her guts. Ramirez would beat her mercilessly if she made a mess on his floor, so it was Aubrey’s responsibility to lick up the trail of jizz she now perpetually left behind her.

Her growing familiarity with the taste of Rex’s spunk hadn’t made her daily meals any more palatable. The sight and smell of them was nauseating, let alone the taste. And ever since Rex had begun using her ass… Aubrey shuddered at the brown spatter of shit mixed with his semen.

If Ramirez was here, he would’ve already begun punishing her for hesitating, but he was elsewhere, attending to some sort of gang business. She knew she should be happy about his absence, and not just it meant a reprieve from his fists and cock; she was slowly earning his trust. A few months ago he was wary about even letting her out of his sight, and now he was comfortable leaving her outright alone in his apartment. It should’ve felt like a victory.

But it didn’t, because he was right to trust her. A few months ago, she would’ve seized any opportunity to escape, but now? Her heart had been pounding in her chest since the moment he left. Never mind that she could barely walk in her heels, or that the ever present arm binder made it impossible to open the door. When Ramirez came back, if he thought she’d so much as daydreamed about the idea of leaving, she knew from experience that he’d beat her bloody and then subject her to a vicious spitroasting. Rex pulverizing her already ruined asshole, Ramirez all but choking her to death on his fat shaft… it was always agony when he fucked her, but there was still a huge gulf between being raped as training and raped as punishment.

So even though no one was watching, Aubrey lowered her head to lap up her shit flecked meal.  Her ass bobbed from side to side just like it was supposed to, and she forced a smile on her face as she choked down the familiar slurry of insects, dog cum, and her own feces. A whore’s job was to entertain even while eating, after all. If Ramirez wasn’t hard again by the time she finished a meal, that was almost as big a fuckup as not licking her bowl clean.

When she’d done that too, her tongue carefully swabbing every last speck of filth, the captive officer turned her attention and her hard working mouth back to Rex. The Doberman’s tail wagged as she began the process of sucking him back to life. Ramirez had ordered her to fuck the dog at least five times while he was gone, and she still had two more to go.

She didn’t know how he would tell whether she’d really succeeded or not, but that didn’t matter. Aubrey never even considered the idea of disobeying.

*

Day 126

The blonde’s heart skipped a beat when she saw the glare on her captor’s face. Luis Ramirez was easily the most terrifying person she’d ever known, the man who’d tortured and permanently mutilated her in countless ways by now, and he looked FURIOUS with her. “You lying little cunt,” he spat.

The pregnant officer began to hyperventilate. Ramirez was never happy with her, and often irritated or impatient, but it was rare to see him outright angry. It always meant terrible things for her. But she couldn’t take back what she’d just said, so she pressed on anyway. “N-No, sir, it’s true! I, I’m not a whore, I’m a police officer! I was, I was working a sting operation when you met me! And I can help you! I can do so much for you if you let me!”

The last flickers of her conscience were screaming at her to stop talking. She was offering to betray everything she’d ever stood for, and to help these monsters become even more powerful. If she did this, more people would suffer and die.

Aubrey squashed those feelings mercilessly. She didn’t care. No, she did, but not in the way she’d thought. She had always believed that she wanted to be a hero, a savior, a protector. But what she’d realized over these last four months, under the neverending stream of rape and abuse, was that she’d never actually cared about being any of those things. What she really wanted, what she’d always wanted, was the respect and power associated with those roles. And if she could get that by helping the Crows… then who cared about the rest?

“I know department passwords, confidential information… I could get you the name of every informant that has ever said a word about the gang to the SDPD, every witness waiting to testify. With my help, you could RUN the Crows! You’d be the most powerful man in the city!”

She stared into Ramirez’s eyes and willed him to believe her. To understand that she could be so much more than the broken, trained whore he was determined to mold her into. She could be his ally, his collaborator… hell, she’d be his lover if that’s what it took. Anything to be more than the gutter trash he believed her to be.

Because this was her only hope left. He was breaking her, she knew that. Not just physically, though her holes had been permanently stretched and her body would be forever disfigured. When she tried to comfort herself at night with thoughts of escape, they no longer brought the relief they once had. Her stomach would clench with anxiety instead, as though she expected Ramirez to hear her thoughts and punish her for them. And when she tried to imagine returning to her old life someday, it felt as impossible as flapping her arms to fly.

She could never go back to being a normal cop. She didn’t think she could even be a normal human being. He’d twisted her into this empty shell of a person, and he was nowhere near done with her. So this was Aubrey’s last hope, her Hail Mary, before there was nothing left of her at all.

Ramirez was silent for a long moment as he studied her face. Then he sighed and looked down at the floor, away from her. “I knew there was something different with you,” he said quietly. “You were learning so much more slowly than any other whore I’ve ever trained, but I thought it was just because you were so stupid and full of yourself.”

Aubrey’s heart soared. “No, sir!” she told him eagerly. “I’m just not like those other girls! I’m a cop, and I can do so much more for you than they ever could! I’ll make you more money than a thousand crow sluts, and, and I’ll still be your fucktoy if that’s what you want!” For a moment, she imagined a version of the Crows led by Luis Ramirez and Aubrey Williams. It wouldn’t get her any plaques or statues, but she would certainly be remembered.

Ramirez let out a low, self-deprecating chuckle. “I really do have a soft spot for dumb blondes with pretty faces and big tits, don’t I? It’s the only explanation.”

“E-explanation?” she asked uncertainly.

“For why a whore would think it’s acceptable to lie right to her pimp’s face,” he said, his tone flat and cold. He raised his head, and Aubrey saw the raw fury in his eyes, the barely restrained violence.

She whimpered in terror.

“I’ve been going too easy on you,” Ramirez continued as the pregnant woman began trying to wriggle away on her stomach. There was nowhere to go, but sheer animal instinct was telling her she had to try. “That’s why you think you can get away with telling me such ridiculous bullshit. Because I let myself get charmed by your pretty face and your big tits.”

He cracked his knuckles. “Can’t do anything about your tits, you’ll need those to make us money. But you can manage without that lying face of yours.”

“I’m sorry!” Aubrey whined, still trying to scrabble away as he began to approach her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you’re right, I was lying! I’ll never do it again, I promise!”

He kicked her in the side to get her onto her back, then straddled her. His first punch flattened her nose against her cheek.

“I’m sorry!” she wailed as he continued hammering her face. “I’m a-“ she choked and sputtered as his fist knocked several teeth down her throat. “A whore! I’m a whore! I’ve never been anything but a whore!”

By the time Ramirez was satisfied, there was nothing soft or delicate about her features anymore. One eye swollen shut, her nostrils clogged with blood, the chastised whore thanked her pimp with a long and tender blowjob. “Now that you can’t attract customers with your looks, we’ll have to work extra hard to train your fuckholes,” he told her. “Crow sluts all eventually become movie stars, you know that? Every last one of them. A single snuff film makes us more money than a whore like you could in a lifetime. It’s just a question of how much we can wring out of you before your debut. You want to survive more than a couple years with that ugly mug, you’ll need to be the hardest working whore in San Diego.”

“Yeff thir,” mumbled Trixie.

*

Day 283

As she lay wedged in her footlocker, Trixie tried to remember why she’d ever thought she was someone special.

She knew she had. She’d once thought lots of things about herself. That she was capable. That she was determined. That she was too good to clean a toilet bowl with her tongue. She just couldn’t remember why anymore.

Ramirez had taught her better. He told her often what a worthless, clumsy, lazy waste of oxygen she was, and she knew it was true. Not just because he didn’t bother lying to whores, but because she’d seen it for herself. After months of applying herself, of giving everything she had to succeed, she was still so terrible at all of this. How could she ever have believed she’d make a good cop when she couldn’t even make a good whore? It made no sense.

Deep inside her mind, something clicked, a brief lull in the brain fog brought on by sleep deprivation and neverending abuse, and Trixie felt a tingle of relief as the answer finally came to her. Yes, OF COURSE, that was why she’d always believed she was meant for greatness. Why she’d been a driven, passionate woman who spoke her mind and fought to rise to the top. Why she’d dedicated herself to becoming the future commissioner of San Diego and was convinced, from the bottom of her heart, that she would achieve that dream someday.

Because she was a fucking idiot.

Epilogue - Day 3112

Colby rolled over onto his back and let out a contented sigh as he watched the motel fan rotate lazily above him. “Fuuuuuuuck me, it should be illegal to feel that good.” He chuckled. “MORE illegal, I mean.”

Trixie was already back between his legs, deftly pulling the condom off him with her teeth. As soon as she had it, she noisily slurped most of its contents, scooped out the rest with her tongue, then tossed the rubber aside so she could begin licking the remaining sperm off his spent shaft. He relaxed and let her work while he basked in the postcoital glow, but when she transitioned from cock cleaning to trying to tease him back to life, he groaned and planted his bare foot on her face to push her away. “Down slut, you’ve drained my balls into next week at least. You need something to do, how about putting that tongue up my ass instead?”

The blonde whore nodded, showing zero reaction to being kicked in the face. “Yes sir, THANK you sir.” Her voice was meek and respectful, and she sounded genuinely grateful that he still had a use for her. She crawled closer and turned her head to get better access to his anus, letting his limp cock rest on her cheek while she began spit shining his rectum. Her tongue was warm, wet, and soothing, the best bidet Colby could ever imagine.

He’d first encountered Trixie a few months ago. Nobody would ever call the blonde whore pretty, even if she wasn’t covered in obscene tattoos. In fact, she was on the shortlist for ugliest woman he’d ever seen, with thick cauliflower ears and a crooked stub of a nose that must have been broken at least ten times. He’d never seen her without at least one black eye, she was missing multiple teeth, and she wore the dull, glassy stare he associated with longtime drug addicts. Her long hair was lifeless and coarse, a dirty yellow rag that he’d watched her casually use to mop up piss and cum at the end of a session. Her tits were nice and big, but they were also covered in years worth of bruises and bite scars, and at least one of her regulars liked to use them as an ashtray.

She was a chewed up, ragged sort of thing, the kind of prostitute that sensible cops didn’t even bother charging because what was the point? You could lock her up for a decade, and on her first day out she’d go right back to sucking dicks in an alley. All cities had their share of persistent vermin, and at least cheap whores like Trixie didn’t leave rat shit in your pantry.

Colby's dick twitched against her cheek, and he realized the little minx had actually found a way to get him hard again after all. He had no idea who had taught her how to tongue a prostate like that, but if he ever found out, he'd buy the man a beer.

His cock slowly stiffened while he considered how he'd like to fuck her next. Funny thing was, when she wasn’t getting fucked she had the loosest holes he’d ever seen. Instead of a tight slit, her cunt gaped like an old toothless mouth, and her asshole was even worse; he was certain the whore soiled herself regularly. But once he was inside her, she’d clamp around him like a vise, her experienced muscles milking him like she was born for it. He’d never seen a more well used or well trained set of fuckholes.

Sometimes he'd ask her opinion on how she could best please him. She was always full of ideas: a long and languid buttfuck on all fours that left him feeling like he'd reshaped her intestines to match his cock; a furious lovemaking session where her cunt was almost violent in the way it bounced on him and demanded his seed; a sloppy kneeling throatfuck where she drooled so much her entire upper body was a spitslicked mess by the time he pumped his load into her stomach. No matter the hole or pace or position, she knew how to make him feel amazing.

But she was busy passionately making out with his anus right now, so he supposed he'd have to decide on his own this time. Her cunt was always a fantastic ride, but he was in the mood to go bareback, and he wasn't stupid enough to risk making the Crows angry by rawdogging a womb that belonged to them. Based on the seven tally marks next to her womb tattoo, they kept it busy too. "How about a titfuck before we call it a night?" he suggested.

Trixie's eyes lit up in unfeigned pleasure and she purred happily into his asshole, which wasn't a bad feeling at all. "Thank you, sir, I'd love to worship you with my fat whore titties!"

His cock was fully erect by now, and she shifted until she was hugging it between her melons. They might be battered and ugly, but they were still rich, firm globes, and when she stroked them up and down his shaft they felt as good as any fuckhole.

Her ever diligent mouth was hard at work too, gently caressing his cockhead with her tongue. Every movement was a wordless plea to feed her more of his thick cum. The same plea was echoed in her eyes as they looked up at him, yearning and hungry.

Even though this would be his fourth load, she was just too good at this. After only a few minutes of combined assault from her tits and tongue, he groaned in delight and semen began fountaining from his tip. Trixie made a soft satisfied sound and closed her mouth around him, determined not to let a single drop of her latest meal escape. Her breasts continued working his shaft, wringing out the rest of his seed for her to lap off him as he softened.

“Hungry fucking slut,” he said affectionately when she finally accepted that he had no more cum to give. “You love gobbling my sperm so much, sometimes I think YOU should be paying ME at the end of the night.”

Trixie gave him a bittersweet smile as she rose from the bed to begin gathering her ragged clothing off the floor. “My pimp keeps me on a… a special diet. Your cum is the yummiest thing I’ll eat today, honest.” She glanced over at him, hopeful. “I… I’d be happy to guzzle your piss too, if you have any?”

“You know I can always find more piss for you, Trixie,” he said. “But let’s settle the tab first. What do I owe ya for tonight?”

She hesitated. “Um… no, no charge, sir,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper now.

That made him laugh. “Slut, we had fun tonight, but if you think you’re gonna sweet talk me into paying with coke or heroin or whatever other shit you’re on, you’re outta luck. Go fuck your dealer for that, not me.”

Trixie shook her head. “No, I… I…” She bit her lip and looked down at the floor. “I’ve had trouble finding customers lately. My pimp, he says… he says it’s because I’ve gotten too worn out, too ugly to fuck.”

“Yeah, he’s not wrong,” Colby agreed. “Don’t get me wrong, honey, your holes are warm and tight, and I’ll love those fat titties no matter how fucked up they get, but you’d have more sex appeal with a paper bag over your head. While you’re at it, hang a few of those little pine tree things around your neck, y’know, the ones they put in cars to stop ‘em from smelling like shit.” For some reason, the slut always smelled of wet dog on top of everything else.

Trixie seemed to shrink in on herself in response to his words, and she clutched her hands around herself. “He says I’m not worth the trouble of keeping around anymore. He… he’s been talking to the others about setting up a s-snuff film soon…” She looked up at Colby, her faded blue eyes shining with unspoiled tears. “But you, you still like to fuck me and, and you don’t even hurt me very often. So I thought… I thought maybe… I, I know a whore like me could never be your wife or girlfriend or anything like that, but if you took me in I’d be happy just to be your fucktoy! I wouldn’t need much or ask for anything, I can sleep on the floor and get by on table scraps and cum and I’d make you feel so good every day, sir, so so good, I promise…”

“Jesus Christ, you wanna go steady?” Colby mocked. “Trixie, you’re a good fuck. A great one, even. But that’s all you are, and I don’t care THAT much about getting my dick wet.”

“But I, I’m…” She scrunched her eyes closed and whispered her next words like she was expecting to get struck by thunder. “I know I look different, but… it’s me, Colby… it’s Aubrey…”

He idly picked his nose. “And?”

His response hung in the air between them for a long moment. Trixie gaped at him. “You… you knew?!”

Colby rolled his eyes and flicked the booger away. “You thought I didn’t? Fucking hell, Trixie, I’m not blind. Or deaf; your voice got raspy from all the dick sucking, but I still recognized it first time you opened your mouth. You think I go around sticking my prick in random gang whores?”

“But you never… you didn’t…” Her tone took on an edge he hadn’t heard since before her disappearance. “Why didn’t you ever say anything? Why haven’t you ever tried to help me?”

It was a fun novelty to talk to her like she was still Aubrey, but that didn’t mean Colby was going to take that kind of lip from a whore. He reached over and pinched one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, then gave it a sharp twist. Trixie let out a squeal of pain and fell to her knees. “Mind your manners, bitch,” he told her, not letting up. “My balls may be drained, but I can still spend the next hour fistfucking your ass if you’ve forgotten what you are.”

The Crows must have done a hell of a job beating the attitude out of her, because that simple reprimand was enough to banish the vestiges of her old self. “I’m sorry, sir,” she blubbered, the tears rolling down her cheeks now. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, thank you for reminding me I’m just a stupid whore. I didn’t mean to be bad, sir, I’m sorry…”

Colby sighed and released her nipple. It was difficult to be angry with someone so pathetic. He might kick a stray dog for pissing on his shoes, but he wasn’t going to chase it down and bash its skull in. “It’s alright, whore,” he said magnanimously. “I forgive you. Just watch your mouth, yeah?”

“Yes sir,” Trixie said, nodding quickly. “Yes sir, thank you sir, I won’t forget again.”

“Anyway, I didn’t say anything because unlike you, I’m not a fucking idiot who goes around stirring up trouble. Besides, you make a better whore than you ever did a cop, even now.” He wagged his limp cock at her. “And don’t say I never helped you, moron. I’m your best customer, remember? Bet you’d already be mulch somewhere if I wasn’t porking you so often.”

“Yes sir, thank you for fucking me so much even though I used to be such a rude stuck up cunt to you, sir,” she agreed easily. God, she really was so much better this way. If she still looked like herself, he might have even considered taking her up on her offer. A tamed Aubrey Williams to fuck and play with every day could have kept him entertained for a long time. But even if he didn’t have to worry about risking his life by offending the Crows, he wasn’t going to let a piece of gutter trash like Trixie into his home, no matter who she’d once been.

“Tell you what, I know a few guys who still bring up never getting to fuck you as one of their biggest regrets. You’d recognize them all: some former coworkers, the guy you beat out for valedictorian at the academy, couple of your old professors… and they’re all smart enough to know when to keep their mouths shut. If I sent them your way, you’d show them a real good time, right? Good enough that they’ll keep coming back, just like me?” She nodded. “And you won’t waste any time whining about how they should help you? Good. And if that’s still not enough to keep you from becoming a snuff star…” Colby shrugged. “That’s just cycle of life shit.”

Trixie didn’t seem thrilled with the idea, but even she understood she wasn’t going to get a better deal than that. When he suggested taking a few pictures so he could prove to the others that this wasn’t a prank, she obeyed his instructions without complaint: sucking on her own tits while she fisted herself, smiling for the camera and spreading her butt cheeks with both hands to show off her well used asshole, catching his piss stream in her mouth while wearing his police cap…

“You’ve got an empty grave reserved at Waterfront Park, you know that?” Colby commented afterward while he began getting ready to leave. “Department had to pay for it after you were declared dead. It’s got a headstone and everything: Aubrey Williams, NEVER STOPPED CHASING HER FULL POTENTIAL.” He snorted.

Mostly dressed now, he scrolled through the pictures as he put his shoes back on. She was cuter than he’d expected in them, probably because you couldn’t smell her. If he squinted, he could almost see her old self. “You don’t mind if I put these online somewhere, do you? After you’re dead, I mean. I bet there’s a bunch of your old acquaintances who’d appreciate seeing you embrace your new career. And I’m sure your folks would love to find out what your last days were like.”

“Whatever you think is best, sir,” she said obediently, and the dumb whore sounded like she actually meant it. Colby shook his head and smiled. Getting herself kidnapped had definitely been the best thing to ever happen to Aubrey Williams.

The thought made him look down at his shoes again. “You know,” he said, half to himself. “I hate to admit it, but you were right all along.”

“I, I was?” Trixie asked uncertainly.

“Yeah, take a look.” He raised one of his boots. “These things really are fucking filthy, aren’t they?“

*

Aubrey Williams’s grave remained empty, and never received many visitors. But after that day, a small photo was left taped to the headstone. Over the years, it was occasionally noticed and removed by the groundskeepers, but those who had come to know her best always replaced it eventually.

It was a simple photo, taken in a cheap motel room. A tired, worn out blonde woman on her knees, naked save for a pair of pink high heels. Her blue eyes are looking up at the camera, hopeful and desperate and defeated, while her tongue doggedly works the grime off of old shoe leather.

Officer Shoeshine, finally living up to her full potential.