Deep Cover Mission

My painful experience as an orphan unfortunately taught me very early on that most men behave like true sexual predators when they have the power to do so. That is why I became a staunch feminist and decided to join the police academy, in order to help women who are victims of violence, and lesbians who, like me, are often victims of homophobia and harassment.

Unfortunately for me, four months ago, shortly after my first assignment, I accepted a very dangerous undercover mission that ultimately ended very badly. At the time, to persuade me to accept this highly risky operation, my superior had been very reassuring, offering to keep me under constant surveillance and promising to exfiltrate me immediately in case of any problems. And even today, I still don't know why my colleagues failed to help me as planned.

Since then, I have found myself, against my will, in the service of a criminal organisation whose business is to abduct and hold young women captive for the sole purpose of forcing them into prostitution very far from their homes. Seven days a week, these thugs make me endure the worst abuses in a sinister room from which I have never once been allowed to leave since they began selling my body. Some of my clients come to see me very regularly, because they are scandalously convinced that a lesbian must be helped to regain a normal sexuality, as suggested by the sentence "Lesbian to be re-educated by real men", which has been tattooed just above my labia, immediately after my abduction.

With my arms firmly bound behind my back in a reverse prayer position and dressed only with a minimalist body harness that hides absolutely nothing of my private parts, I am never able to refuse the sexual demands of my many visitors. At the very start of my captivity, in a desperate attempt to escape them, I tried running around the room, despite my high-heeled thigh-high boots that I couldn't manage at all and which since then have become the symbol of my new profession as a whore. I obviously quickly realised that struggling was completely useless and that it only made them even more excited. With a heavy heart, I very quickly made the decision to stop resisting them. And today, even if I'm terribly ashamed of it, I obey their every command, like the most submissive women. In the hope that these bastards will then be much less violent and insulting. Which, unfortunately, is far from always being the case.

Due to the very special removable dental prosthesis that has been imposed on me since my very first day in this living hell, I can no longer close my mouth and my jaw during these very long eighteen-hour workdays. All my clients, incidentally, take full advantage of this to make me perform very unpleasant deep-throat sessions, which, fortunately, don't prevent me from breathing thanks to a very unusual surgical procedure that has been performed right after my abduction.

My windpipe and my lungs are now connected only to my nasal cavity, while my mouth leads only to my oesophagus and my stomach. Since that despicable operation, I can therefore no longer speak. Furthermore, since then, I have also learnt not to moan, for the sole purpose of avoiding the terrible punishments that were inflicted on me when I still dared to complain about the slightest mistreatment.

Just as is the case with my current client at the end of this evening, most of the men who come to see me know perfectly well that I'm not allowed to make a single sound during their visit. That's why they often take great pleasure in teasing me by torturing my breasts for several minutes. Which, of course, also frequently helps them to get hard again very quickly after their first orgasm.

Every week since my abduction, my pimp or one of his henchmen shaves my head completely so that I can wear different wigs, depending on the preferences of my many clients.

I quickly realized that I would have no choice but to submit to the extremely perverse desires of those many bastards, as long as my old coworkers couldn't come to rescue me. Deeply ashamed, I then decided to try to find pleasure during each of my rapes, in order to free myself, at least temporarily, from this dreadful ordeal. Unfortunately for me, when they realized this, they started to regularly inject me a powerful drug that completely suppressed my libido. They then explained to me, with great irony, that it was for my own good and that it would allow me to focus exclusively on the pleasure of my clients. Which, of course, was supposed to be the absolute priority for any of their whores.

The two black giants who are currently fucking my pussy and my ass at the same time have clearly decided to visit me due to my profession that none of my clients can ignore. First of all, because the poster hanging on the wall right above my bed shows me practically naked, with only a cop hat and a police badge pinned to one of my nipples. And secondly, because my pimps tattooed "Fuck the police" in huge letters on my lower back.

Since he told me as soon as he arrived, I know that one of these two men is on prison leave and that my rape has been offered to him by the bastard who accompanies him. From the very beginning, I realized that these guys weren't just there to empty their balls, but that they also wanted to take revenge on the police by proxy, torturing my breasts during their entire visit, slapping me so hard that I almost lose consciousness, and frequently yelling at me for my supposed inability to properly accommodate and satisfy their enormous cocks. Which, in my opinion, is particularly unfair because since they arrived, I've really done my best to make them cum as quickly as possible. Exactly as I've learned to do in order to get rid of my most difficult clients in record time.

When those filthy perverts finally leave, after promising to recommend me to their friends and to come back as soon as possible, I know I have only two minutes to get myself ready and decent for my next appointment. So I absolutely have to hurry, because my pimps will beat me very badly during my upcoming break if they receive even the slightest complaint about my hygiene.

With my arms and hands still firmly restrained behind my back, I once again have no choice but to head for the very unusual bidet that stands in a corner of the room. After sitting down in the basin and penetrating myself with the two enormous vertical dildos anchored in the centre, the enema of both my orifices begins automatically. As effective as it is humiliating.

As soon as I'm back in front of my bed, with my legs spread wide and a forced smile on my face, I'm shocked to discover that my new visitors are three of my oldest coworkers and our boss, who is even older. Seeing them come in, laughing heartily and carrying some very mysterious packages, I immediately understand that they have not come to rescue me, as I had so desperately hoped they would over the past few months. Even before they start talking, I'm actually already convinced that they're responsible for what happened to me.

From the moment I arrived in their department a few months ago, I realized that our professional collaboration would be difficult, because we were complete opposites. But of course, I could never have imagined at that time that they would betray me by delivering me to a criminal organization they were supposed to fight.

Hatred then almost immediately erases the look of surprise from my face. And in response, I get a few hard slaps that make me stumble slightly.

— Who do you think you are, you bitch? Don't ever dare to look at me like that again. From now on, you'll always keep your head down in my presence. Unless, of course, I give you a completely different order, says my section chief, before slapping me again to make sure that I get the message.

That old bastard then pulls down his trousers and underpants, while two of my colleagues force me to kneel in front of him, under the watchful eye of the fourth arsehole, who is conscientiously filming the whole scene with his smartphone.

I obviously don't need to be explained what this old pervert expects of me. And despite the immense humiliation that this represents, I quickly take him into my mouth, because I'm panicking at the possibility that he might use his professional electric shock device, which he has just placed on one of my nipples.

I then have to note with regret that, like many of my clients, this bastard didn't wash his cock before coming to see me. Which, incidentally, he's only too happy to boast about.

— We've heard that you've washed a considerable number of cocks since we sent you here. So you'll understand that it makes sense for us to also take advantage of this very useful little service, which will help us maintain our hygiene, he says in front of his subordinates, who are laughing heartily and then all confirm that a wash will indeed be necessary, as they haven't washed their private parts for at least three days, in accordance with what they'd all agreed on before coming here.

When that asshole realizes he won't be able to hold out much longer without cumming, he pulls out to let the next guy take his place, deep in my throat. And while he's still hard as a rock and I'm now forced to deep throat one of his underlings, he starts telling me about the circumstances that led them to get rid of me in such a cruel way.

— I suppose that you now understand that all of us here are involved in the organisation for which you will now have to work for a long time to come. And probably even for the rest of your life, because even when you will be less attractive, it will still be possible to make you wear a hood or subject you to cosmetic surgery.

My tormentor then gives me a few seconds to digest this terrifying information, which definitively convinces me to try to escape again very soon. Even if I already know that the consequences will be terrible if I fail, as it has been the case several times over the last few months.

— Because of your ridiculous enthusiasm and your stupid determination to help all those filthy whores who deserve to be exactly where they are and who are now your colleagues, it has been immediately obvious that we couldn't tolerate your presence amongst us for very long and that we would even be forced to send you really far away from your home, so that no one could ever recognise you in your whore's room. Which, on the other hand, is a bit of a shame for us, because with such a distance between us, we won't be able to come and see you as often as we would like, he says just before I'm forced to take yet another revolting, stinking cock down my throat.

Satisfied by my ability to fully swallow the biggest cock of their filthy gang of perverts, my boss quickly resumes his little monologue, after a very brief interruption.

— Officially, you're still undercover under our supervision, just as you have been for the past four months. And believe me, that will continue for several more years before anyone in the police shows the slightest sign of concern about you. We really do have collaborators everywhere and we control absolutely everything, he tells me, before realising that I'm starting to cry.

While the vicious cameraman increasingly shows his impatience and his desire to use me the way everyone else has already done, my boss seems determined to destroy me a little more.

— Believe me when I tell you that you're currently living the best years of the rest of your life, because the day will come when your clients will call on your services much less often. You'll then have to work under far less pleasant conditions and in parts of the world where it's better not to go.

After handing his smartphone to one of his buddies so he could keep filming in his place, the amateur filmmaker now shoves his dick down my throat with at least as much brutality as the three others before him. And at this point, I can easily guess that he will also pull out early enough to avoid emptying his balls just yet.

Now that their dicks are perfectly clean, these bastards can finally unwrap the first of the gifts they were so determined to give me and that they intend to leave available for my future clients.

I then discover a strange five-liter canister whose contents look disturbing to me, as well as a very large syringe that my boss immediately fills with this mysterious liquid. His underlings then force me down onto the bed with my legs spread wide apart, before holding me firmly in place by my ankles and shoulders. That bastard then empties his entire syringe into my nipples, anus, clitoris, and labia.

Just as I could have expected, the injected substance quickly causes intense pain and dramatically swells the affected tissues. Which my tormentors all celebrate with great delight, as if it was a laboratory experiment that had gone well.

Still under the threat of the same terrifying stun gun of my boss, who is now in charge of filming, I am now invited to participate very actively and enthusiastically in the first triple penetration of the evening, which these bastards had obviously been dreaming about before coming to see me.

Because of the injections I've been given, the cocks fucking my pussy and ass hurt more than ever. Mainly because I'm forced to squeeze them as hard as I can to avoid another punishment every time my tormentors consider that my performance isn't good enough.

After they all ejaculated in a very short time, with only a few second's interval between them, these bastards now offer me a second exceptionally revolting gift that fills me with as much anger as sadness. It is nothing less than a large aluminum frame on which they've printed a highly obscene photograph of my girlfriend, who is simultaneously fucked by the three men that just gang-raped me under identical circumstances. We're indeed wearing the same thigh-high boots and the same body harness, while her arms are also tied behind her back. I also cannot ignore the fact that they have tattooed a massive and extremely realistic cock across the entire surface of her back. Which is obviously a disgrace for a lesbian like her.

— This very pretty picture has been taken last night in the room next to yours. Just like you, this slut can no longer speak, but you surely heard her moan every time we had to punish her for her lack of enthusiasm and for forgetting to smile for the camera. That happened more than once, after we gave her the same injections we gave you and told her that you worked in the same building, says this bastard who's still officially my boss.

While this large picture frame is quickly hung on the wall opposite my bed, this extremely cynical old pervert insists on justifying the vile treatment they inflicted on the woman of my life.

— By demanding to have news of you so insistently from the very beginning of your absence, your darling clearly left us no choice but to neutralize her too. Which delighted your many clients, who were then able to fuck two lesbians instead of just one, he says, very pleased with himself.

— Since you were so determined to help prostitutes, you now have a unique opportunity to achieve your goal. By being much more enthusiastic and slutty than your girlfriend from now on, you might be able to attract most of her regular clients and thus prevent her from burning out at work, one of my colleagues adds, very sarcastically.

While my tears seem to give them all immense pleasure, my tormentors are already presenting me with my third gift. It's a huge dildo that they immediately insert into my cunt, and that goes in fairly easily thanks to the cum I've just received. They then inflate this intruder exaggeratedly to make him take up a considerable amount of space, so that I definitely can't push it out on my own.

When I see the thick latex hood they pull out of another cardboard box, I start to panic, because I'm extremely claustrophobic. Which they obviously don't care about at all when they proudly inform me that to make this horrific thing completely airtight, they will have to glue it all around my neck and inside my nostrils, at the level of the two small openings that were designed specifically to let me breathe.

They then start to laugh heartily when they show me another very large container completely filled with a highly suspicious substance that clearly appears to be sperm. They then connect this tank to a manual liquid transfer pump, which naturally makes me fear that they intend to force me to swallow the contents.

After taking off my wig in order to more easily cover my head with that horrible hood that I fear more than anything, my four tormentors inform me that they will only leave and let me rest once I have made each of them climax at least three times during the night. Which, in their opinion, and very ironically, will allow me to warmly thank them for the gifts they have so generously offered me.

Just before my vision is blocked by this hood that they have to put on me together because it is so tight, I notice a valve on the top that seems to fit perfectly with the mouthpiece of the pump hose. That's when I unfortunately realize what these motherfuckers really intend to do.

Very soon after, my fears are confirmed, as sperm begins to spread all over my head. I quickly close my eyes, but unfortunately I cannot do the same for my mouth, which my horrible dental prosthesis forces me to keep partially open and which is now inexorably filling up.

I'm obviously disgusted and utterly outraged, but now I need to quickly regain my composure if I want to get rid of this horror as soon as possible. To do that, I'll have to make all these bastards cum several times, using only my anus, which is now extremely tight because of the enormous dildo that's taking up so much space in my vagina.

Despite such a high level of difficulty and humiliation, which might seem enough for anyone who would like to make me have a very bad time, my current tormentors are clearly not yet fully satisfied, since they have just pierced my nipples to attach exceptionally heavy weights, which further intensify the pain caused by the extremely irritating substance that my body has unfortunately not yet been able to eliminate.

At this moment, even if the pain and the physical constraints are very intense, I suffer primarily from feeling betrayed, from having caused my girlfriend's downfall, and from knowing that before they will return very soon as they promised, probably with more nasty surprises in store, these bastards will surely keep replaying all the videos they just recorded, just to feel excited and to laugh at me.